Khadgar sat down on his hips, his breathing, which had become sharp from exertion, echoing through the hallway, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that not only his clothes, but also the floor beneath him had been completely soaked.

"What are you doing?"

The sudden sound in his ears startled the apprentice, no, he really jumped.

Seeing the emaciated human screaming and throwing several arcane missiles, Garona frowned and disappeared in front of Khadgar with a sliding step that was too fast to see. As the missile, which lost its target, crashed into the wall, the apprentice's screams of pain erupted.

At some point, Garona appeared behind Khadgar, clasping the opponent's arm tightly with both hands, and at the same time pressing the knee of one foot against the opponent's lower back.

"Quick, let go!" the pain brought Khadgar back to his senses, and he felt the wail of his joint about to dislocate, and quickly begged for mercy.

Luckily, Garona is no longer the cold-blooded murderous tool she used to be.

With his back empty, Khadgar stumbled a few steps forward, holding on to the corner for a moment before recovering from his composure.

"While I know you've been wary of me, what you've just shown isn't guarded. After a pause, Garona picked a more appropriate adjective, "It's fear." ”

"What does it have to do with you?" Khadgar took a few deep breaths before he came to his senses.

"I know you hate me, but, Master Medivan has taken me in, and I hope to help him and his apprentice. ”

Medivan!

It was as if his brain had been pierced by countless silver needles, and Khadgar's bloodshot eyes suddenly widened to the limit.

"Khadgar?" Seeing that the other party stood up and rushed out in a panic, Garona frowned and hurriedly followed.

Bang!

The half-hidden door was pushed open, the candle flame on the table flickered, and turning his head slowly, Medivan put down the knife and fork in his hand, and asked in a calm and confused tone, "Khadgar, is something wrong?"

The vigorous exercise made Khadgar's windpipe seem to burn, and he couldn't pour out his doubts in the first place. But it was precisely because of this brief pause that the sincere concern on the mentor's face was deeply imprinted in the apprentice's mind.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I just seem to see a mouse running in. ”

"Haha. Medivan smiled, turned his head, and stared at the old butler who was standing still with a teasing gaze, "Romans, it seems that someone is questioning your abilities. ”

"Then he must have read it wrong. It's still the old voice, but you can clearly hear the smile and confidence in it.

"Hear that, Khadgar?" Medivan's smile grew kind, "You must be tired, Karazan isn't fit for a rat." ”

"Go ahead, go get some rest"

"I'm sorry, I'm stepping down. ”

"Wait. Just as Khadgar turned, Medivan stopped him.

Looking at this embarrassed, pale apprentice, Medivan shook his head: "Young trust, the learning and use of arcane arts, is an elegant and enjoyable process. ”

Reaching out his hand, Medivan gently smoothed Khadgar's folded collar: "The strength of the spellcaster comes from his prudence, and he is not surprised. ”

Looking into the other's eyes, Khadgar's tired eyes flickered with a dim light.

"Moros, serve my apprentice a bowl of hot soup, he needs a break. ”

The old butler nodded, completed a series of actions smoothly, and slowly came to the door.

Khadgar took the hot soup with an enticing aroma and was about to thank him, but the whole person was like a lightning strike, and he was stunned in place.

Moros seemed to sense something, silently put his hands behind his back and stepped aside.

"Thanks, thanks. After a few moments, Khadgar thanked him in a little flustered and staggered out of the restaurant.

Bang!

The half-hidden door closed by magic, and Khadgar did not move for a long time as he stood in the dark corridor. In his mind, the image that had shocked him just now was replayed over and over again.

Although he quickly retracted it, he was sure that he was not mistaken. Romans's fingers, in the light of the candle flame, shimmered with a pale and decaying sheen.

That is, bones......

"Fear is a sign of weakness. In the shadows behind the door, the half-orc with the double ponytail shook his head, "My people have taught me a lesson full of blood, that the weak are not worthy to live. ”

"Even in the face of death, don't show such emotions, Khadgar. ”

Slowly raising his head, the young apprentice stared directly at the black shadow: "You don't understand at all, what I'm facing is not that simple at all!"

Like a fire falling into the oil field, Khadgar's angry roar ignited an avoidable fire in the corridor. Garona didn't continue to speak, the two of them just met in the water, and she knew that she didn't need to enlighten each other at the cost of destroying the existing weak relationship between the two.

She said so much only because Khadgar was Medivan's apprentice, nothing more.

There was a brief moment of embarrassment, and just as Garona was silently turning to leave, Khadgar's trembling voice rang out again.

"Sorry...... I, I'm too neurotic. ”

With a faint voice and a quivering hem of his clothes, Khadgar's figure looked annoyingly weak.

Garona frowned tightly: "Only an incompetent old dog would wag his tail and beg for mercy, you are not such a person, and you should not be, Khadgar." ”

"You're Lord Medivan's apprentice, and if there's anything you need help with, you can just say it. ”

Medivan?

Khadgar smiled, helpless and desperate against the pale complexion.

"If you think you can rely on the teacher for this, you are very wrong. ”

Khadgar didn't say anything more, he leaned against the wall and walked away slowly. Looking at his back, Garona fell into deep contemplation.

————————————

Rumo's cloak shook with the movements of its owner, like a flame leaping in the darkness, igniting the darkness in front of it.

However, this darkness does not seem to welcome its arrival.

The sharp wind followed, and by the time the cloak stopped swinging, the cold blade had pressed against the man's back. The blade that sealed the throat with blood easily pierced the leather armor under the cloak, but the stalker's face hidden in the shadows did not reveal the joy and excitement of the past.

The violently constricted pupils showed the horror of his soul.

The blade easily passed through the opponent's body, and as the stalker rushed forward, the target turned into wisps of black smoke in the wind and disappeared in an instant.

Shout!

The sharp sound of breaking wind pierced the darkness like a bright bolt of lightning that pierced the stalker's back without hindrance.

Staring at the icy spear piercing his chest, the latter's eyes split, but he couldn't stop the loss of life.

The stiff corpse fell to the ground, revealing the elven mage behind him in a throwing shape.

Mirroring and other stealth, dealing with these inexperienced thieves is simply overkill. Ignoring the corpse, which had been covered in a thin layer of ice, Lanlos slowly stepped on the filthy ground of the sewers.

At the same time, a wisp of black shadow squirmed gently around him.

"Never underestimate a stalker, mage. Jorazzi's voice suddenly echoed in his ears, and it was impossible to accurately judge his position if he was leaving, "As long as you are in the darkness and hold the blade, in our eyes, all beings are equal." ”

The cold wind brushed his neck like a cold blade sliding through his skin, so much so that Lanlos couldn't help but stand upside down.

When he turned his head, the perception of the head of the sword disappeared in an instant, and what caught his eye was a golden figure that was incompatible with the harsh environment of the sewers.

"Let the noble brethren of Quel'Thalas clean up the garbage of Dalaran? Not even Antonidas had the guts to do that. ”

With a fluttering wave of his hand, the scorching flames were like dragons going out to sea, accompanied by terrifying howls, instantly burning the two stalkers behind them to ashes. Coupled with those arrogant and cold words, Kael'thas showed his great strength.

"Kael'thas Sunstrider, young Sun of Quel'Thalas, I am confident that in your wisdom you will see the good that I have won for you. Faced with the angry elven prince, Lanlos didn't defend much.

The blonde elf frowned slightly, his angular and handsome face revealed a hint of heart-wrenching melancholy, and his every tiny movement could always affect the attention of the people around him.

It's a pity that there are no spectators in the sewers.

"We High Elves have always done things above board, and for the slightest benefit, you can abandon our traditions and spirit, what else can I see of you?"

After being silent for a while, Lanloth shook his head: "This world does not rely on peace and dedication to achieve success, Your Royal Highness Prince, what you are carrying is the achievements and future of thousands of High Elves in Dalaran. ”

Raising his head, Lan Luos's blue eyes were like ice that would not melt for thousands of years, and he was extremely indifferent: "It's not any etiquette and morality." ”

Genius one second to remember the address of this site:. Mobile version reading URL: m.