At the end of the morning's patrol, Irel dragged her tired body in the direction of her home, and along the way, whether it was a fruit merchant, a blacksmith, or a commoner, they all greeted her with a smile and a smile, and the friendly girls responded politely one by one.

Although it has been nearly a year since the Orcs launched their offensive, these positive and optimistic Draenei are still living their normal lives. The sun rises and the sun sets, and the peaceful atmosphere once confuses the new garrison officer.

She has witnessed the tragedy of the war, in the face of such cruel and barbaric wild beasts, in the face of the merciless torture of blood and fire, how can these defenseless villagers laugh?

"That's because there are people like you protecting them. A familiar voice with a smile suddenly came from behind.

"Samara. Turning, Irel looked at her sister and the group of Draenei children around each other in surprise, "Why are you here? Don't you have to teach these little devils a lesson?"

"You don't know yet, do you? This morning, the prophet told us to prepare to move to the Karabo Temple because of the threat of the orcs, and today's class ended early, and I am sending them home one by one. Samarra glanced at the child beside her and smiled with a motherly glow.

At the same time, the imps discovered Iriel's presence, and rushed to her side, looking curiously at her gleaming sheet metal armor.

"Hey, Alena, this is my clothes, not your canvas! And you, Rastark, what do you have on your hands?!"

The smile on Samarra's face grew as the new garrison officer played a laugh at a group of children. Even though Iriel's gear seemed majestic, it was like she had a kind of magic, and no one would feel the pressure to stay by her side.

"Samara!" the girl's pleading gaze interrupted her thoughts, and she smiled helplessly and clapped her hands to arouse everyone's attention.

"Alright guys, I'll have time to play with Sister Iriel, and now, I'll have to get you home safely. ”

It must be said that Samara's prestige was still very strong, and a group of children immediately jumped back to her, but the big curious eyes were always on Iriel's body.

"Alright, I'll be busy for a while, I'll get ready to meet those scholars. ”

Nodding, the girl waved to the children, and immediately sped up the speed of the return journey.

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Coming to the village of Amberi again, Lanlos felt a lot. Although the increase in patrols and garrisons was clearly felt, unexpectedly, the villagers did not have much sense of urgency. Not only did he methodically organize his work for the next migration, but he even had free time to chat with neighbors and friends.

Such a peaceful scene made Lanlos wonder if the war was over before it had even begun.

However, it was not until he saw the High Priestess Minara again, and saw the fiery expressions of the other person and her assistants, that he completely eliminated the slackness in his heart.

"The first stage of the sequence has been completed overnight, and with enough mana, I will soon be able to establish a stable space marker and complete the groundwork. Looking at the casters, Minara stroked her slightly messy hair, her eyes slightly puzzled, "But are you sure you can complete the task?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of draenei spellcasters turned their eyes on Lanloth, and the obvious suspicion made the latter helpless.

Viren really thinks too highly of him.

Because of the addition of Lanloth, the number of spellcasters who came to help Ambury Village was cut in half. Constructing a portal is not an easy task, whether it is the stabilization of the first stage of the spatial pathmark, or the subsequent acceleration magic energy to generate a leap channel, and the spatial direction that connects the Carabo Temple, or even the final guarantee of the stable operation of the portal, the caster needs to continuously supply it with mana.

According to the original plan, plus the substitutions, it would take almost fourteen people to work together. But now, with the configuration of Lan Luos as a total of eight people, to complete this work before sunrise tomorrow, it means that either the energy of the big guys will be emptied, or this elven mage will be able to top seven at a time!

Is this possible?

It's not these draenei who have traveled through the stars for many years and have encountered many strange intelligent races, but no creature can surpass them in the arcane realm.

'Hmph, these self-righteous octopus people, let them see what a great power you wield in the light of my glory!' Elunis, who had long been unable to hold back, immediately rushed out of his pocket, and quickly returned to his normal size in a burst of magical light.

Reaching for the glittering staff, Lanros slammed it to the ground.

Airplanes!

The earth trembled, and the blue-purple light visible to the naked eye spread out in all directions like ocean waves, and the storm that rose from the ground hit the bodies and nerves of everyone present over and over again. In their horrified gazes, the spell sequence, which required more than a dozen people to activate, slowly bloomed into a glimmer!

"I say, are you just watching like that?" Under such a majestic magic rendering, the two purple rays of light on Lanloth's blindfold seemed to burn, and the thick and hoarse voice seemed to hit everyone's eardrums with a hammer, and under the huge power, the draenei spellcasters stood in their respective positions in a panic.

Oppugn?

Even Ossar doesn't have such a huge reserve of mana!

This kind of power once reminded them of their leaders many years ago. Of course, it's not that Lanlos can compete with Kil'Gardan or Akmund, it's just that for these spellcasters, they are all the same kind of people, people they need to look up to.

Building portals is an ongoing process, and the most testing thing for the caster is not the amount of mana required, but the mana recovery ability that can withstand the pressure of the job. However, if the mana supplied by other casters is regarded as a trickle, then what Lanloth has in his hands is a stormy wave.

Of course, even with Elunis's bonus, there was no way to guarantee a balance between recovery and output if he squandered it like that, and it didn't take long for the mana infusion in his hands to stop amid the relieved sound of the casters and priests.

However, before they could rejoice in anything, the elven mage took a few steps back and distanced himself, raising the staff in his hand high.

In the next second, a whirlpool of magical power rose from the ground, instantly drowning him in a wave of energy.

High Awakening!

This is a quick regeneration skill that all spellcasters dream of!

Seeing that Lanlos, who was in a full state of resurrection, joined in again, and the rest of the draenei mages, you look at me, I look at you, and finally very tacitly stopped at the short and weak flow of magic in his hands, and the expression of shame and death climbed onto their faces.