"Yo, what a coincidence!"

"Well, indeed, it's quite a coincidence..."

The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and after the half-elf mage withdrew the evil flame staff in his hand, he said helplessly, but his face immediately changed, and in a few big steps, he rushed to the body of Anlidalance who suddenly appeared, and supported the other party's fallen body. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What's going on!

Frowning at the empty right hand of the high-level elven mage in front of him, Kelrith said in a deep voice.

"MD, the idiots of the Royal Council have really gotten away, and Kel'thugad is back!"

Following Kyrris's line of sight, Anlidalance glanced back at the broken arm with a wry smile, and after taking a deep breath, the severed arm that was cut off at the shoulder appeared at the broken arm, which was controlled by the spiritual power of the high-level elf mage and joined at the broken joint, and after a low roar of pain, the broken arm was connected, except for a wound that looked like a thin line and a little blood, it was no longer obvious that it had been broken at the shoulder just now.

"That's just an archmage!

While supporting the other party, Kyrreth took out a bottle of green potion and handed it over.

"Alexstrasza's blessing!

It seems that even if it is connected, it is still unable to move for the time being, and after Alildallance bites the cap of the bottle and smells it, he glanced at Kelreth in surprise, grinned in admiration and tilted his head and dried it halfway, and after Zaba took his mouth, he was about to kill the rest of the general, but then he was snatched away by Kelrith.

"It's just this bottle of life-saving!

His eyelids jumped, and he glanced at the fact that Amway Darans' right arm was beginning to be wrapped in a cloud of green energy, and Kelreis breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully put the cap of the potion bottle in his hand into the space bag.

This super healing potion is still the trophy he seized when he accidentally swept a certain orc settlement in the Southern Continent, and the name is actually not Alexstrassa's blessing, a long-legged thing, but because this bottle should have been just a high-level healing potion, it was blessed by Alexstrassa's body, and even later added the essence of some high-level red dragons, and the healing ability gradually skyrocketed to an unbelievable level.

"Tell me! This kind of thing about capsizing in the gutter! I'm still curious!"

Seeing that Anlidalance waved his right arm, the wounds that were still hideous just now had disappeared, and it didn't look like he had been seriously injured at all, Keerreis got up and walked to the chair behind him, took a sip of half of the green tea, and then laughed at the miserable young man in front of him, who didn't even have time to tidy up his favorite hair.

"This is..."

Standing up with difficulty, Amway Darans found Mephistopheles sitting in another chair in a blink of an eye, and said with some hesitation after glaring at him.

"Hey, Mephistopheles, I mentioned it to you!"

"Uh..."

His eyes kicked even harder, and he glanced curiously at Mephistopheles, who was expressionless, and when Anlidalance seemed to want to flirt, he suddenly remembered something, and turned around and drew his staff.

"Kel'thugad's spatial manipulation is terrifying, and it's likely that he's coming along!"

"Hmph! It's not possible, it's already here!"

Mephistopheles, who had never noticed it, rolled his eyes and said lightly.

"Oh, hey, Kel'thugad!

However, Kelrith, who heard the words, stood up with glowing eyes and grabbed the dangling Anlidalense.

"Let's go, finally get your chance to get revenge!"

"What hatred?"

"Trumpet is guarded by corpses!"

"Kel'thugad, you're not welcome here! Get the hell out of Lordaeron!"

In the western part of Stratholme, Arthas stepped on the edge of a dwelling ruin, burning with holy light, and looked at the two figures in the center of the ruins, especially the tall and thin human mage among them, and the disgust in his eyes was not disguised at all.

"Oh, so coincidentally, His Royal Highness the Prince is here! So, this is Stratholme?"

Without the slightest fear of the scorching flames in the distance, Kel'thugad patted the robe on his body with his staff, and after carefully removing all the dust on his body, the archmage pulled up the elven mage who was still in a dizzy state, and after giving him a slap with his hand, he directly woke him up.

"Waste..."

Seeing that although he had come to his senses after being slapped in the face, he was still trying his best to contain the turbulent mental power and his expression was a little sluggish, Kelsegad frowned and cursed, and then turned his head to look at Arthas again.

"Since His Highness is here, then the Dawn Light can be regarded as saved?"

"Hmph! Kel'thugad, looks like you know something!"

Looking down at the two mages not far away, especially Kel'thugad, who was an archmage, the other party was a typical high-level battle mage in Dalaran, and it would definitely be more difficult to deal with after being promoted to an archmage, and the other one was just a high-level mage, so naturally he couldn't attract much attention from the prince.

"Hehe, it seems that His Highness is very confused!"

With an ugly smile on his weathered face, Kel'thugad gestured to the silver hands around Arthas.

With a cold snort, Kelrith waved his hand to make the Silver Hand retreat to form a more outer circle, and jumped in front of Kel'thugad with a leap, and the body that was a head taller than the other party immediately enveloped the two mages with the natural power of the legendary paladin.

"Hehe, His Highness is really so talented, such a young legendary paladin, it's really a blessing for Lordaeron!"

Glancing at Kandal, who was pressed to the ground again, Kel'thugad complimented dryly, but at the end of the day, the conversation changed.

"But it's also Lordaeron's misfortune!"

"Kel'thugad, I'm not here to hear you tell you riddles! Say what you know, and if it pleases me, I'll intercede with Dalaran as I see fit!"

With a cold face, Arthas stared at the archmage in front of him and said coldly.

"Hehe, pleading... Your Highness, don't you know that I have voluntarily set myself into exile!"

"Humph!"

Pursing his lips and snorting coldly, Prince Lordaeron still stared coldly and remained silent.

"Well, Your Highness, if I told you that behind all this was the secret push of the High Elves..."

"Kel'thugad, I don't have time to listen to your story!"

The golden eyes shone with a dangerous light, and Arthas's empty left hand suddenly drew a one-handed hammer, and the golden light had begun to quickly condense on the power of Minethir.

"Do you think I can't smell that stench of you, or maybe a half-lich!

"Hehe, naturally!, but so what, my Highness, whether spiritism is forbidden or not, Minethil knows better than me!"

Spreading his hands indifferently, Kel'thugad mentioned Kandal, who was trembling because the two legends' spiritual power kept colliding and hurting the fish pond.

"The current lord of Dysom, the main implementer of the Human King's interference plan!"

"Just a few words from you?"

His face stiffened and he spit out a rhetorical question, but the holy flame on the prince's body did not burst out for a long time.

"Your Highness, the truth is everywhere, and it's just that you've been deliberately avoiding it..."

"Kel'thugad !!"

The former Archmage of Dalaran, now the half-lich looked at the prince in front of him with a calm face, and was about to continue when a sharp voice came from behind him.

"Oh, senior, long time no see!" (To be continued.) )