Everyone's eyes were tacitly looking at the archmage at the back of the crowd.

"Is this true?"

Kel'thugad's face changed again and again, and it was not until Antonidas asked in his old voice that he slowly raised his head.

At this time, Kel'thugad's pale face, which had almost become accustomed to everyone, seemed to be given a new meaning.

However, several of the people present were human spirits, and even such a situation did not rush to slander first. And this also gave Kel'thugad a glimmer of hope.

"It's just that the handwriting is similar, and it cannot be ruled out that some people with ulterior motives deliberately forged and distorted the facts. "The archmage is worthy of being an archmage, even in the face of everyone's skeptical eyes, Kel'thugad's voice is still calm, always revealing a frank and unashamed atmosphere.

"Huh. Seeing this, Kael'thas couldn't hold back a sarcastic laugh, "I knew you weren't so easy to compromise, but unfortunately, you're too arrogant." ”

Handing the notes into Antonidas' hands for several archmages to compare carefully, Kael'thas came to the foul-smelling experimental table, looking at the unbelievable corpse on the table, his eyes undisguised with disgust: "Although judging by the degree of decay of this corpse, it must have been at least half a year away from now according to normal assessment, but with the impetus of necromancy, the process is outrageously fast. ”

Holding up a black-and-red clot at his feet with the mage's hand, Kael'thas kept his fingertips gently rubbing: "The blood that splattered on the ground before the necromantic magic took effect tells us the true time. ”

Under the influence of the mage's hand, the clot suddenly twisted, and as the outer layer of blood scabs was torn apart, a wisp of liquid that barely showed a little bright red slowly floated out.

"I suppose your last experiment shouldn't have lasted more than a week, right?"

"And the follow-up work was interrupted in a hurry, and if nothing else, it should be just in time for Crassus to return. ”

"What does that mean?" the flaming eyebrows of Dredden hated the elves' roundabouts.

"Blood is something that can't be washed away with water. Motioning to Dredden to calm down, Kael'thas took out a crystal bottle filled with a light blue powder from his bosom, "This thing is obtained by refining and extracting phosphorescent mushroom essence, and interestingly, this powder reacts with something in the blood. ”

"Even if there is a little bit of blood, even if it is rinsed with water, even if it is a long, long time, as long as you sprinkle a little bit of this thing, it can produce a weak light visible to the naked eye. ”

"Archmage Kel'thugad, I've checked in advance, you haven't left Dalaran for three years, with your status, you don't need to kill chickens and sheep or anything, right?"

Holding the crystal bottle, Kael'thas smiled and slowly approached, "Do you want to try it?" ”

Although the elven prince's words seemed careless, Kel'thugad was horrified to find that any of his rebuttals pale in the face of the other party's pressing steps, no matter from any angle.

If what Kael'thas had in his hand really had such an effect......

Kel'thugad subconsciously put his hands behind his back, looking at Kael'thas who was getting closer to him, his heartbeat became more and more violent.

Kiss!

The sound of the cork being opened sounded like a muffled thunder in his ears, and Kel'thugad, who was highly tense, trembled and subconsciously took a step back.

Almost at the same time, Kael'tham's face suddenly became serious, and a magic power that had been accumulated for a long time instantly spread, and his whole person leaped backwards, and in a blink of an eye, he opened the distance between him and Kel'thugad: "What, you want to do it? I advise you, for the sake of many years colleagues, if you are restrained, we will be lenient, otherwise ......"

He can't be blamed for overreacting, as he is also an archmage, and Kael'thas knows that his colleagues have a powerful power that is not inferior to him. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that he did it on purpose, in order to take the opportunity to detonate everyone's doubts and conjectures.

Sure enough, seeing that everyone had already put on a posture of preparing for battle, Kel'thugad's heart was cold, and then he looked at Kael'thas with a fierce look: "Ignorance! Necromancy is far more powerful and versatile than ordinary arcane knowledge, you fools, because of your own cowardice and fear, refuse such power, and now repeatedly block my research, it's simply foolish!"

"Is it really you?" Antonidas looked at the middle-aged mage in front of him in disbelief.

"It's not me!" Surprisingly, even now Kel'thugad is still there, 'vindicating his innocence'?

"I'm Kel'thugad, not a ninth-rate magic apprentice! All research samples have been carefully sealed and destroyed by me, and there is no way that a complete experimental sample can escape from my hands. Besides, there's absolutely no way I'm going to use necromancy on a living person!"

Although it is a little weird, whether it should be said or not, Kel'thugad's words did make everyone temporarily let go of their hostility because of their doubts. If this continues, maybe he can really get leniency, if it weren't for Kael'thas being there.

"What?!" as if he had seen something terrible, Kael'thas turned pale and couldn't help but retreat towards the rear one after another, "Don't experiment with living people, then, those people this morning ......"

Whether intentionally or not, the direction in which Kael'thas retreated happened to be the only wooden door in the room. Leaving such a worrying sentence for everyone, he immediately turned around and pushed the door open.

As a wave of arcane energy shot out quickly, a purple light rushed in first, ignoring the cells piled up with various animal corpses on both sides, and in the blink of an eye, it was over. At the end of the door, there was the largest cell. With the help of the arcane light, everyone's eyes appeared as an icy human corpse, and the familiar Kenrito uniform and emblem were particularly dazzling at this moment. Oozing, the exposed skin of these corpses was covered with familiar nauseous pustules, in addition to exaggerated signs of decay.

"Isn't this a ......" Even Kel'thugad was so anxious that he could swear and swear, but before he could explain, a surging arcane energy suddenly rose up in the cramped room.

"Kel'thugad!

"Dredden!"

Boom ——!

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Wow!

The shaking of the earth caused a large cloud of dust to fall on the swaying beams, and Verin was stunned for a moment, nonchalantly dusting off the pages of the book. Then, he looked out the window, not knowing what he thought, but he let out a long sigh.

"What's wrong?" Merrell, who was cleaning up slowly not far away, looked up.

"Maybe it's an earthquake, right? Kenrito will handle it, don't be nervous. As he spoke, Verin lay on his back, seemingly unconcerned about the outrageous thing that had happened to Dalaran.

This is the Mage Kingdom, and the casters of these spellcasters who are best at altering reality, will they let the Scourge affect their territory?

Besides, will there be an earthquake that ends in just a moment?

Merrell silently looked at Verin, who was obsessed with the book, if it weren't for the obvious whitening of the palm due to the excessive exertion of nervousness, and the pages that had not been turned for a long time, perhaps he would really think that this guy was a heartless master.

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