After navigating the distorted space for an unknown amount of time, Lanros paused and looked at the heavy wooden door in front of him.

The enclosed stacks above the library resemble a huge square box made of brick and stone, floating steadily in the air despite the lack of any focal point. What's even more surprising is that the closer you get to the door of the stack, the more the flow of magic around you becomes more and more stable, not as chaotic as the entrance below.

There is a fifth element called the soul in this world, and any carrier has the qualifications to retain this power. Although the magic power is in a state of escape in nature and does not have the ability to carry this kind of power, when the concentration of magic power in a space reaches a certain height, the escaping magic power will undergo qualitative changes, liquefaction, crystallization, and even the production of elemental creatures.

When this happens, the soul element can also be present.

Whether it's the magic that protects the tower, or some serendipity, the chaotic web hub has given Karazhan an environment that gives him an instinct, an instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm.

The carnival on the lower floors seems to be chaotic, but the reset, circulation, and recreation of the past like a documentary in a theater are symbols of the disorderly pursuit of order in this area.

However, instinct is only instinct after all, and I can't think, so I can only do everything I can do again to try the best solution to the problem.

That's what Lanlos had thought.

However, after receiving information from the library from the Ethereal, his mind changed.

Because what they're going to face next is probably the instinct of the tower, the mind.

Squeak——!

Pushing the door, the rusted hinges hissed sharply, echoing through the twisted space, as strange as a myriad of demons emerging from the void and screaming and laughing at the two visitors.

But as the angle of the door opened, the orange candle flame became brighter and brighter, and the thick warmth formed a strong opposition to the cold ice that filled the space behind them. Gianna's little hand clutched the doorknob tightly, looking at the slightly messy but dusty stack, as if the light and warmth projected from the fireplace at home made her messy mind suddenly feel at ease and slowly relax.

"Who is it?"

Gianna, who relaxed her vigilance, was frightened, her little face turned pale, and she subconsciously retreated, grabbing Lanlos's arm tightly.

Lanlos patted the back of her hand comfortingly, and then looked at the owner who had a deep but obviously tired and panicked voice.

His beard was all white, slightly messy and scattered, and the prominent cheekbones and drooping and dull eye bags set off the already haggard face even more penetratingly.

He was richly dressed, the overall color was purple, and his robe was embroidered with a large number of delicate patterns that were only for beauty, and the shoulders were three-dimensional, and the collar reached to the top of his head, and there was no wrinkle left under the support of magic.

This kind of robe based on mystery and magnificence is commonly used by court mages who are highly regarded in the human realm.

But Lanros doesn't just think that the other party is an arcane who doesn't look like a superficial arcanist. Because his name is, Neras Elam, Madivan's biological father.

Egwene gave birth to Medivan and inherited the power of the Guardians to her children, eventually escaping the Tyrisfa Council. Elan, on the other hand, took the young Medivan to settle down in Stormwind, far from the northern kingdoms, and became the royal mage of Stormwind.

In addition to his maintenance obligations, Elan is also responsible for imparting knowledge of the arcane arts to Medivan until he is able to take over the duties of Guardian.

Under the pressure of fate and the torture of long-term high-intensity study, Medivan's thoughts finally exploded on the eve of his fourteenth birthday. The pressure hanging over him and the lurking of Sargeras triggered the power of the sleeping Guardian within him, and Neras Elam wanted to help his son, but the screaming power was too strong to unleash that made him despair.

Elan died, Medivan, killing his father.

And now Elam appeared before them, in another form.

"Who are you, what do you want, stay away from me!"

Seeing Lanlos and Gianna walking into the library without saying a word, Elan's gray eyes suddenly emitted two sharp beams of light, and the beard and hem of his clothes fluttered unnaturally, and the sudden surging momentum was similar to the decadence of Fang Cai.

"Wait, Royal Mage Neras Elam, calm down, we are not your enemies. Gianna clenched her fists to her chest, trying to suppress the tension and uneasiness in her heart.

Neras had also been a member of the Council of Tirisfa, not to mention that he was also Medivan's father, and although Gianna had not seen him, he had seen his portrait in Dalaran. When she realized that this person was the departed legend, she couldn't help but be surprised.

Not only was he surprised by Neras Elam's appearance, but also because of Lanlos's accurate speculation.

No wonder many people behind his back thought he was a prophet.

This name must have been used by him to deceive people everywhere!

Hmm, how do you feel like someone poked your spine?Reaching out and scratching his back, Lanlos was once again confused.

However, the movement of his hand to his back seemed to irritate the old and nervous Elan.

"What are you going to do, Elf?!Put your hand where I can see, or don't blame me for being rude!"

"Lanros, what are you doing?" Seeing that Elan's stimulation and the huge magic power suddenly set off a hurricane, Gianna quickly glanced at the mage and shouted in a low voice.

"......" Lan Luos's face was as black as charcoal, but thinking about the purpose of this trip, he finally swallowed his grievances and endured it.

I'll just take off a +3 charm ring and that's it?, old man, don't let me catch you.

Seeing that the elves were empty-handed, the turbulent magic around Elan gradually settled down. He clenched the blue staff that was constantly bubbling with cold air, and his voice was low and irrefutable: "Humans, elves, if you accidentally break into this place, I can send you out." ”

That sounded friendly, if it weren't for those beastly eyes that stared straight at the two of them.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Royal Mage. Gianna took a deep breath and looked at the staff in his hand under the pressure of the rumored spellcaster, "I'm Gianna Proudmore from Kenrito, this is the High Elf Lanros, we visited your land just to recover the cold of Ebony, I hope you will forgive me for the trouble." ”

"You want this staff?" Elan, stunned, took a deep look at the weapon in his hand, and then shook his head directly, "I'm sorry, I can't give it back to you, at least not yet." ”

Elan's tough attitude made Gianna feel very troubled, but after tossing for so long, she naturally wouldn't give up so easily: "But Kenrito and I need this staff very much, and the original holder of Ebony Cold, Alodi, is a member of Kenrito, you can't ......"

"Can't?" Elan narrowed his eyes and smiled sarcastically, "Little girl, I was also a member of the Council of Tirisfa, the Council created by Guardian Alodi, what qualifications do you have to say that I can't have it?"

"But you ......" Gianna said in a hurry, but when the words came to her mouth, she realized that it was inappropriate, and quickly took it back.

"Oh, that's right, I'm dead, and now I'm nothing more than an apparition born from the magic of the Tower of Karazhan, a broken remnant. But even so, I'm more qualified to use it than anyone else!" Elan's emotions suddenly became agitated, his eyebrows trembled, and his slightly hideous expression and words made Gianna unable to interject at all.

"Do you think I don't know? Kenrito wants this staff only because of selfishness and filthy greed! But what about me? Do you know what I'm doing?"

"I maintain the precarious Demon Net Hub in this place, and survive with this dying place!

Bang!

The bottom of the ebony cold slammed down on the floor, and the heavy echo and Elan's fangs and claws of his hair and clothes gave vent to the irrepressible madness.

"For the sake of your young age, this is my last warning. The materialized magic formed a ring of streamers, constantly rising from under Elan's feet, "Get out of here!"

Feeling this power far beyond herself, Gianna's face gradually changed.

I thought that after the restoration work just now, Elan would be somewhat exhausted. But they all ignore the fact that the Shadow of Elan was born from Karazhan's Magic Net Hub, in other words, the power of the Demon Net Hub is his power.

No, this kind of power that is as vast as the sky is simply different from oneself!

What to do? Give up?

On the road of arcane, she has overcome many difficulties, and now that she finally has the opportunity to prove herself, how can she give up?

I want to prove to the world that I too can be a hope and an example to the people, just like my father and brother. I'm not the little princess of Coultiras, I'm Gianna, Gianna Prodmore!

The little boots were heavy, and under the silent pressure, he slowly stepped forward: "If I can't take back the cold of ebony, I won't leave." ”

The atmosphere of the library dropped to freezing point at this moment.

Elan's face was completely gloomy, as if her burning eyes reflected the girl's pale but unyielding face: "Then leave ...... forever"

Roar——!

A faint roar suddenly broke into the ears of several people, and Elan frowned, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the stargazing hall.

"Damn bandits, you're going to pay for it!" As soon as he finished speaking, the aura belonging to teleportation magic quickly converged on his body, and the dazzlingly complex spell array was built up under his feet at an extremely fast speed.

His power was already connected to the Demonic Web Nexus, and the endless supply allowed him to squander it at will.

With such a swift spell casting speed and such a huge reserve of mana, even if Gianna wanted to stop it, she couldn't do it.

Lanlos's gaze flickered to the delicate and slender back of the blonde girl.

Originally, his plan was to let Elan intervene in the battle between the Ethereal Spirit and the Void Dragon, and then take the opportunity to find an opportunity to make a move. As for the life or death of the ethereal spirit, what does it have to do with me?

After all, there is only a mid-level mage and an elven swordsman here, can they stop a half-step legend who can use the power of the magic net hub?

But now, for some reason, seeing the fighting spirit that had just burned on this girl's face quickly extinguished, and seeing her delicate shoulders swaying in the strong wind brought by the magic, he slowly closed his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which he didn't know whether to be relieved or self-deprecating.

"Old man, did she say you were leaving?"