"That little fish escaped!"

Pale green light filled the room, and a gray phantom suddenly appeared, speaking to the figure standing in front of the test table. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The reason why a small fish is a small fish is that no matter how much he rolls, he can't swim in the captive pool!"

The figure shuddered slightly, and turned around, revealing a face in his forties that was as white as a dead corpse. And a corner of the experimental table behind him also leaked, and a **** humanoid creature lay on it, barely wearing a layer of human skin, but its whole body was full of wounds and rough sewing threads, and occasionally a little green viscous material was squeezed out of the wound.

"But this fish, you raised it a little too carelessly!"

The phantom shook, floated to the test bench, stared at the corpse in front of him, and said coldly.

"Mentor, the script has been going smoothly according to your orders, and by now, this little fish should have swam into Sunset Town!"

With a sneer on the corner of his mouth, the middle-aged man shook off the green sticky substance stuck to his hand, and then as if he had just discovered something, an exaggerated expression appeared on his face.

"I didn't expect this little fish to make my mentor almost sail!

"Humph!"

With a muffled snort, the phantom gradually solidified, and finally a gray-haired human old man was revealed, stretching out his thin left hand and gently resting it on the chest of the corpse on the test bench.

"Still can't do it!"

The old man muttered in a low voice, and when he heard this, the face behind him turned pale Shi Di'an's face was obviously a little whiter, and it was even a little transparent, and a trace of blood vessels was clearly visible.

"It's close..."

As if in response to the old man's muttering, Shi Dian said in a low voice.

"That's it, it's been all ten years of our time, and you and I don't have a second decade to spend it!"

Hearing the disciple's words, a trace of red flashed in the old man's eyes, and a cloud of green burst out in his hand, and the corpse on the test bench was instantly submerged in green energy.

Then, with a turn of face, the old man stared at the disciple behind him, and after saying something gloomy, his body became illusory again, and finally disappeared completely into the darkness.

Coldly watching the old man disappear completely in front of him, the middle-aged man turned his head to look at the empty test bench, and after a trace of madness flashed in his eyes, he took out a dark wooden mask, and after pasting it on his face, the mask quickly softened, and the original wooden structure gradually became a skin-like organization, but in the blink of an eye, a face that was not the same as the original one appeared on the middle-aged man's face, touched his chin, and when the middle-aged man turned around, his eyes had recovered a clear color, even with a trace of sharpness and wisdom...

Although the main body is a mountain city, human beings are not dwarves who do not burrow and are uncomfortable creatures after all, and it is the normal human need to be able to live in the sun, so under the favorable conditions that there is no need to leave a core area for the royal family, the only non-mountain town in Stratholme has become a forbidden area for nobles, and it is a veritable aristocratic area.

Tulip Street, the easternmost street in the aristocratic district of Stratholme City, except for some exquisite and scattered shops on the whole street, all of them have been divided up by various nobles, plus hundreds of years of reproduction, most of the time, all the residences of a family will be connected together, and some even directly expand into interconnected mansions inside, forming an existence similar to the inner city.

"So, the left half of Tulip Avenue actually belongs to the Andy Fall family!"

Standing not far from a gate, a young man in a bright white robe whispered to the young mage beside him.

"Hehe, don't be nervous, I'm just asking for directions?"

Looking at the first-order priest in front of him, while explaining to himself, he glanced behind him over and over again, and even some cold sweat flowed out of his face, Kelreis patted the other party's shoulder and laughed in a low voice.

"Yes! Yes!"

Wiping the cold sweat on his face, Tellian's face was bitter everywhere, he was just passing by this street, planning to turn around to the church at the end of Tulip Street as usual, but he didn't expect to be imprisoned by the mage in front of him in the blink of an eye, and he was lightly pulled into this dark alley.

Don't be nervous?The low-level priest glanced behind Kyrryth, and in the dark alley where five people were in parallel, there were densely packed warriors in silver armor, no, it was a paladin, his eyes almost popped out, Telian turned his head and stared at the first paladin, the silver-white armor had a bulging fist engraved on his chest, as long as it was a Stratholme, even a child would recognize this symbol, the pride of Lordaeron, the protector of the Holy Light, the knights of the silver hand.

"Shepherd, report your mentor!"

Just as the low-ranking priest's eyes were about to pop out, a young paladin walked out of the group, frowned and glanced at Kelreth, and said to the low-ranking priest.

"Hmm, no, Audiver!"

The paladin he faced looked younger than the mage beside him, but the deterrence he exuded was extremely powerful, which directly frightened Tyrian for a moment, although he was a professional, many priests may have shrunk in the church all their lives, and they have never been exposed to the blood of the sword.

"Your Highness! is the bishop of the church at the end of the street. ”

A paladin strode up behind the young paladin and whispered.

"Yes . . . Right.."

Hearing this, Tylian nodded his head with a pimple.

"Your Highness's majesty is really getting stronger and stronger, congratulations!"

Kelris, who had been observing the gate of Andyfal's mansion in the distance, finally turned around and complimented the paladin in front of the low-ranking mage, although the expression on his face didn't seem to show much respect.

"Hmph, Mage Kelris, I hope this operation is not a waste of time, otherwise..."

Fixing his gaze on Kyrris, Arthas said word by word, his eyes unconsciously flashed with a strange light, three years, only three years, the half-elf mage in front of him has crossed the threshold of the seven rings, and has become the youngest high-level mage in Dalaran in the past three hundred years, coupled with the other party's talent in the field of enchantment, unconsciously, he was pulled down by him for such a long distance, and now he has to rely on the identity of the prince to look at him on an equal footing.

"Hehe, Your Highness, this time it's just me, Baron Kellis in Sunset Town, who took revenge for the assassination of my junior sister by the Andy Fall family, of course, since it is a war between nobles, I, an outsider, must find some help!"

Pulling the corners of his mouth, the mage lord whispered.

His Royal Highness the Prince of Lordaeron frowned and glanced at the paladin beside him who had just reminded him, and then saw the other party shake his head before he snorted coldly. (To be continued.) )