"It is worthy of being inherited from the ancient capital of the Arashiti Empire, and this defense capability is already comparable to Lordaeron!"

Floating lightly in mid-air, Kyrreth said to Marseilleu beside him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Behind him, Terenus, the noble mage, etc., who were also floating in mid-air, were silent, this ancient capital was once the glory of the Arathi people, and it was also the greatest historical inscription of the ancient Arathi Empire. Today, however, their generation has lost too much of their legacy, and now even this last treasure is out of control.

"At the beginning, there were countless natural enemies of the human race, if it weren't for this fortified city, it would be difficult to survive until Saladin the Great unified the entire human race and occupied this ancestral land!"

Squinting at the faintly huge figure at the head of the city, Marseilleu said casually.

Although he was born in Arathi and spent his childhood here, this Lothar of Rapids Fort has always been in the embarrassment of thin blood, this situation after his father's illness and death, the whole family almost fell into the point of extinction, and at that time, he was only an ignorant teenager and was exposed to the eyes of all kinds of hyenas without protection, until far away in the home branch of the Kingdom of Azeroth, Anduin Lothar and the elite of his own private soldiers broke into the hinterland of the Kingdom of Azeroth, and after cutting off dozens of minions that were poked out in secret, he took him back to the Kingdom of Azeroth。 He's been living with his uncle ever since, so while Lothar's temperament now leads him to go to war and spill blood for his homeland, he's actually more of a Stormwind than an Arathi.

"Let's go back!

Shaking his head, Kyris took the lead and fell to the ground, and on the way back, Marseillo had already told him the general plan, although in the end it caused a big accident of the old hell roar, but the plan was generally successful, at least more than eighty percent of the granaries in the Riptide Fort were destroyed by them, and the entire siege war was transferred from the beginning of the use of human lives to the stage of siege and consumption.

"You said you saw a human warlock in the city?"

As he walked towards the barracks, Kyris asked Tyrenus behind him.

According to Marseilleu's account, the high-level warlock was dragged by the noble mage and Terenus, and for the warlock, a new profession that originated from demons and was brought into Azeroth by orcs, Kyris was actually very interested, because it was rumored that the most basic spell casting material for warlocks was what they called soul fragments, which was very curious about whether the two could communicate with each other for a large demand for soul crystals like Kyrryth, and if so, then he had one more source for collecting soul crystals.

Although Kelreth has long discovered that he can also collect human souls and turn them into soul crystals, but out of the resistance of the three views, plus he doesn't want to become the big devil that everyone shouts and beats, this road has never been tried, but killing the evil warlock and liberating the innocent souls imprisoned by the other party is a noble thing, as a nobleman, he is naturally duty-bound, of course, by the way, it is also broad to collect soul crystals, after all, helping people is fun, it is not a conflict.

"After that monster came out, the warlock who had been holding us down almost all the time was gone, and we thought he was following!"

Before Terenus could speak, the noble mage Ariel, who had been silent all the way, spoke first, and then looked at Kerryth with a solemn face.

"Legendary?!"

"What!"

Terenus, who had seen the noble mage forcibly interject and then shut up, looked up at Kyris in shock, his eyes were a little wide-eyed, and in addition to that, a group of people, except for the others from Sunset Town, all looked at the mage who was parallel to his lord with the same shocked expression.

Since World War II, Arathi has entered the exhaustion period of the legendary level, and the legendary powerhouses on the bright side are almost dead, even if there are still some secretly, but it is definitely not more than the number of a finger, especially the legendary archmage, since the former dean of the Royal Mage College of Fort Riptide, Archmage Kemislar fell into the battle of Fort Riptide, the entire magic civilization of Arathi has fallen into darkness, and the high-level has been the pillar.

"It's not! It's just..."

Frowning and looking at the noble female mage on the side, the name of the other party's genius mage, he had heard of it in Dalaran, after all, the big beauty who is both a great nobleman and a genius mage can cause a sensation anywhere, in the contemporary Northern Continent, it is second only to the existence of the demon at the beginning, but I didn't expect the other party's spiritual power to be so keen, even if he tried his best to restrain himself, he was still found something.

After whispering a no, Kyris was about to explain, but then frowned and looked straight ahead, and a group of people rushed over.

"Marseillo, why didn't you squeak with us in advance of such an important raid plan?"

As soon as he exited, he was full of non-inferiority, dressed in gorgeous aristocratic clothes, in his early fifties, with two handfuls of aristocratic mustaches, and a pair of inverted triangle eyes on his originally somewhat upright face, which looked particularly treacherous.

"Lord Murlanda, watch your wording, you are facing Lord Marseillo, the Grand Commander of the Far East of Arathi!

Everyone frowned and looked at the man who couldn't wait to jump out and bark, and no one spoke for a while, until Terenus stepped forward and said coldly, the mockery on the corner of his mouth almost on his face.

Hearing the taunt of Terenus's words, the middle-aged nobleman was stuck there with a red face, but then after hearing the obvious cold snort from the crowd behind him, as if he had received some kind of backup, he turned his face and raised his toes again, just as he was about to speak, the whole person disappeared after a bright blue light, leaving only a bald goat standing in place, bleating and walking around in a panic.

"Mage, this is Arahi!"

For the aristocratic man who had obviously fallen into the sheep transformation technique, most of the two groups around were surprised, obviously the caster's skills were very superb, almost all of the people present were professionals, but few people found out who made the move. It wasn't until a mage in the crowd on the other side finally waved his staff, intending to contact the Transfiguration, but found that he couldn't untie it, that the originally calm old face finally couldn't hold it anymore, and he sneered and looked at Kelreth in the front row of the opposite team.

"Old fellow, I thought you were going to huddle in the Valley of Refuge until you got into the coffin!"

The response to the other party was the noble mage behind Marseilleu, Ariel walked out with a mocking face, and said to the old mage, although the other party is a high-level mage like him, but whether it is in terms of qualifications, combat power or status, the two cannot be compared at all, and what makes her even more unhappy is that when Fort Riptide was broken, the old guy in front of him, as one of the vice presidents of the Royal Academy of Magic, finally fled intact with Garin to the Valley of Refuge, and this battle, the essence of Arathi's magical civilization, the Royal Academy of Magic was almost destroyed, including her mentor, the legendary mage - Archmage Kemis。

In the face of the ridicule of the noble female mage, the old mage on the other side had an even more ugly face, but he obviously had some scruples about the female mage, so he just stood there and didn't say anything.

As the leaders of the two teams, although Marseilleu and Garin were both at the front, they did not say a word from beginning to end, and for a while the crowd on both sides fell silent, except for the old goat in the middle bleating helplessly.

However, this silence did not last long, a golden light enveloped the goat, and with the path in the middle of the crowd of the Prince of Riptide Castle, an old man in a white robe walked out, holding a pure white staff and looking at everyone with a kind face.

However, after a few seconds, the old man's kind smile froze, and the golden holy light in front of him also dispersed, revealing a goat that was still bleating, shaking his head slightly, and the old man turned his head to look at Kelreth's side.

"You've done a good job this time, Mars, but I hope you can communicate more with His Highness Garin in the future, after all, Arathi's future is here!"

After the visitor came out, most of the people in the two teams saluted respectfully, even the newcomer Keerreis symbolically looked at each other and bowed his head, not only because the other party was wearing the archbishop's dress, but also because of the strength of the other party, the former Patriarch of Fort Torrent Cathedral, the legendary priest Turantuca.

It's just that the moment he lowered his head, the mage lord quickly met the other two pairs of eyes for a moment, and the glint in Terenus's eyes was secondary, but the look that Marseillo cast made him smile slightly.

"Mage, you can end this transfiguration!"

It seems that with the appearance of the Great Patriarch, the old mage, who was originally forbearing, seems to have a lot of confidence, and almost looks at Kelreth from the corner of his eye and says.

"Huh!"

Kyrreth has always felt that his luck is better, especially when he needs a thorn to pop up and let him hang, there will always be someone who comes to him to die.

A light gray light burst out of his eyes, and a terrifying spiritual storm instantly enveloped everyone in the opposite team, especially the high-level mages not far away, almost centered on him, layer by layer of spiritual power turned into steel, and instantly pressed him to the ground, and then, with a turn of his eyes, the mage lord looked at the first of the team, and three mages had emerged beside Garin, all of whom did their best to bless and protect the enchantment for their prince, but with the gaze of Kelrith, the enchantment instantly melted like spring snow and fire, but after pressing the three high-level mages directly down, Kelrith instantly retracted his spiritual power, After only a dozen seconds, everything was restored to its original state, and all the people on Garin's side looked at Kyris as if they had seen a ghost.

"Legendary..."

Trembling and trembling up, the old mage used the staff as a crutch, looked at Kelreth with wide eyes, and grinded and chirped for a long time before he said hesitantly.

"Brighton was so lucky..."

The smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and the patriarch also looked at Kelreth with a ghostly expression, the appearance of any legend represents a huge benefit, or the rise of new forces, or the growing strength of old forces, it is said that the silver hand that is comparable to the strength of a country in the human realm, the biggest foundation is the number of holy knight lords in those two hands, and mages, since ancient times, the proportion of human legends has been very low, but the combat effectiveness of every archmage is far superior to others, especially on the battlefield, if the spiritual power medium is the archmage of the battle domain is almost a large mobile fortress, see people and kill ghosts。

And what shocked the Patriarch even more was that Kelrith's age was unprecedentedly less than twenty years old, you must know that Marseillo, a junior who stepped on the threshold of legend before the age of thirty, was already a record-breaking talent, but he didn't expect that now a more demonic one would emerge.

And don't look at him as an old legendary priest, but the priest is a profession that specializes in assistance and healing, and his combat effectiveness has always been the bottom of all professions, even if there is a certain breakthrough after being promoted to a legend, but compared to the archmage, he may not really be the opponent of Kelris, and the little guy in front of the priest is very likely to have just been promoted to the archmage.

"Moses Konari is not the only one who has passed on me!"

With his eyes flickering, Kerryth stared at Marseillo for a moment, who bowed to the Patriarch and led the group into the camp... (To be continued.) )