Once all three had stepped through the portal, Lanlos stopped and turned, his gaze scanning the empty hall as if searching for something.

"You're still there, aren't you?"

His voice was not loud, but it was driven by magic and spread all over the observatory. But there was nothing but his echo.

"With that sword, I can kill Medivan...... If it weren't for you. The search was fruitless, and Lanlos raised his head, looked at the dust that poured in with the cold wind, and said casually like a neighbor's greeting.

Then, without looking back, he turned and left.

The other party has no intention of meeting him face to face, time is precious, and he has no idea of wasting it with the other party. He has shown his strength and influence, and how to develop next depends on how the other party thinks about it.

He didn't notice that the moment he stepped into the portal, the fine sand that drifted in the wind disappeared.

As the dark vortex shrank to the point where it was no longer visible, the observatory regained its calm.

I don't know how long it took, but Lady White quietly peeked out from behind the night, and the moonlight swayed through the glass dome, illuminating Medivan who was covered by the cloak just right.

A gray green silk dances in the wind, and despite wearing a robe, her graceful posture is still fascinating. The only thing that is suffocating is that the man who suddenly appeared like an angel from the sky showed a haggard face.

Tapping her toes to the ground, she slowly leaned over and squatted, her hands trembling slightly and pulling off the cloak on the ground, and then quickly stopped. Looking at that pale face, her eyes shrouded in purple brilliance revealed endless complexity.

Remorse, chagrin, self-blame, and finally all turned into deep grief.

"In my life, the most regrettable thing is to give birth to you, but giving birth to you is the proudest and happiest thing for me. Stroking the cold face, Egwene whispered to himself, "I created your tragedy, and it is up to me to end it." ”

Once again, the glow of magic bloomed in this space, it did not shine, it did not dazzle, it was as dim as a candle in the wind, weak and young.

"I'm sorry, Mad......"

As the light slowly intensified, the shadows in the hall quickly faded, revealing the figure that had been hidden in the darkness for a long time.

The figure that stood straight, motionless like a dead man.

In fact, that's right.

With the help of the light, Moros finally found the pale arms with the sleeves exposed, the chapped skin without the slightest blood, and in a trance, he could even see the white bones in it.

Ignoring it, Moros hesitated for a moment and reached out to remove the blindfold from his face. Then, a pair of pitch-black hollows appeared, and two pulsing soul fires were tiny and fragile.

The last time he invaded Karazhan, Jorazi always thought that he had killed Moros, but what he didn't know was that Moros had lost his identity as a living person before that. And the culprit is none other than the woman who was half-crouching on the ground, and the man who was lying on the ground.

The magic aura grew brighter and brighter, and in a trance, a silent roar pierced through Moros's soul, and the familiar voice and majesty made him shudder. The bastard who brought to Karazhan destruction, resurrection, and used psychic magic to control his actions.

"Look, who is this, why are you filled with grief and anger, Mother?" a green streamer poured out of Medivan's body, weaving and merging in the air, soon forming a burning phantom.

The sarcastic and ridiculous words did not move Egwen, and she stared at Sargeras silently, shaking her head silently: "I can defeat you once, and I can defeat you a second time." ”

"I didn't fail, witch. The demon laughed, and the reckless posture seemed to be in his hands.

"Your smug disguise is shattered, Sargeras. Brushing aside the ends of Medivan's withered hair, Egwen's palm pressed against his forehead, and his other hand slowly raised, his palm aimed at the demon, "You lost, you lost to, mortal." ”

These two words instantly detonated the demon's anger, and the latter's eyes widened, and the illusory body expanded and grew in an extremely fast book.

However, just a second before he could open his mouth to roar, a dim light enveloped Egwen's hands.

Like she said, he's already lost......

"No ——!"

An unwilling wail resounded through the sky, and as Egwene unleashed all his power, the chaotic and evil void was instantly shattered, turning into a dark pillar of light, soaring into the sky.

Looking at the enduring pillar of light that reached into the sky, Moros lowered his head, his eyes revealing infinite sadness.

He knew that this was the last time the Guardian of Tirisfa would cast out demons......

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The broadblade rose high, piercing the orc's green skin, tearing open the solid muscles beneath it, splattering large swaths of blood that stained Ryan's armor.

Although you are the king of a country, as a military force, Ryan is not ambiguous at all, he has always charged forward, and with one man and one sword, he has torn a hole in the orc troops.

However, he did not act recklessly, and never disconnected from his subordinates, maintaining the premise that he could support or be supported by those around him in any situation. After all, the advantage of orcs over humans is too great, and even those as strong as Ryan can barely cope with one or two at the same time. Once besieged by more than three orcs, no one can guarantee his safety.

As it turned out, he was right. The orcs are not good at defense, and under the orderly advance of the battalion step by step, the humans have steadily suppressed them by virtue of their numerical superiority.

However, this is only temporary.

"Assault! Kill these intruders in one go!"

These reckless strangers are nothing more than that.

With a single sword slashing off the enemy's head, Ryan smiled lightly. Seeing that the orc troops were retreating one after another, the large orc vacancy that appeared in front of him made him immediately raise his blood-stained sword and burst out into a passionate roar.

Nothing was more uplifting than the king himself leading the charge, the morale of the human soldiers reaching its peak at this moment, and the sound of swords clashing became more frequent and powerful.

Bang!

Metal collided, accompanied by a large spark, and a thunderous roar pierced the entire battlefield.

Pressed by the tremendous force, Ryan couldn't help but fall backwards, and the moment he fell, he struggled to pick up the broadblade and plunge it deep into the dirt in front of him. Half-crouched on the ground, the king looked in amazement at the warrior who had leapt in front of him, the orc with a one-handed hammer, the bald head with great strength.

Holding back the sharp pain in the tiger's mouth, Ryan pulled out his sword and slowly stood up, glancing at the conspicuous gap in the middle of the broad-bladed sword, and his palms couldn't help but ooze cold sweat.

It's the best weapon in town!

In addition to Lothar......

"Orgrim. The orc waved the hammer in his hand as if it were just a toy, but the whirring sound of the wind confirmed its terrifying weight from the side.

"Ryan. The king raised his sword and stared solemnly at the other.

It was extremely simple, and there was no need for more communication between the two, and the explosive power poured into both legs almost at the same time, and the dirt under their feet was dented because of it.

At this moment, a thunderclap erupted from the sky, piercing the entire battlefield in the blink of an eye.

Tweet ——!

The scream pierced the sky, and as everyone looked up, a galloping black shadow approached the ground. There was only a vague shadow in everyone's eyes, followed by a deafening collision and roar.

The wind shattered the smoke and dust, revealing the figure covered in fire in front of everyone's eyes.

No, it wasn't a flame, it was a red feather fluttering in the wind, like a blazing sun, blooming with an arrogant charm that could not be looked at. In front of it, the repulsed Orgrim clutched the hammer of destruction on his chest, glancing at the few conspicuous scorch marks on the hammer, and the blood in his body boiled for a moment.

Instead of pursuing, the Sunlight Eagle gently spread its supple wings and slowly leaned over like a gentleman's bow. In the astonished gaze of the crowd, two humans and an elf leaped from behind it.

"Sorry, Your Majesty, we're late. ”

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