Croak......

In the silent twilight, a few bold black crows lingered on the edge of the gloomy tower's window, their small heads cautiously poking downward, and the agate-like scarlet eyes reflected a deeper scarlet.

Dominating the terrace, a diminutive elder wields a slightly bulky scythe with a scarlet edge that breathes a palpitating darkness of magic. On all sides of him, a group of embarrassed archmages were not only breathing disordered, but also unable to stand on their feet because of their injuries and pain.

"You shouldn't stop me. ”

"Can't stop me. ”

The light tone echoed in the silent terrace, and the restless shadow energy around him gradually subsided, and Magnus's expressionless and indifferent face was clearly reflected in the horrified eyes of the archmages.

As the saying goes, ants bite elephants to death, that's right, Magnus is a legendary spellcaster, but there are so many archmages present, he can't even catch the hem of his clothes, how is it possible?

To this, Eldagosa, who trembled with pain, gave the answer: "What have you done to us......"

"Over the years, you have not grown in the slightest. Surveying the contorted and tense faces of the archmages one by one, Magnus shook his head slowly, "What a disappointment. ”

"Seed of Corrosiveness!when?!" Finally, as the inheritor of Ebony Cold, who had spent years in the library and dealing with magical knowledge, Alex finally sensed the connection between Ursaleth and the archmages.

A Corrosive Seed that combines the stealth and silence of the Shadow system with the devastating damage of evil powers. Able to embed demonic energy into multiple recipients at the same time, and can be detonated anytime, anywhere, and by any means, as long as it is within the cast range and duration.

And after dealing a high amount of damage, it will also apply a long-term corrosive spell to the recipient, causing continuous damage to the soul and severe mental pain.

The corrosive spell cast by the legendary mage made it difficult for the archmages present to stay focused, let alone cast spells, and even the use of magic items became extremely difficult.

"The Lamb that has been slaughtered...... You've already figured it out. Verin was the calmest of the group, and his voice didn't even rise and fall significantly, of course, not to say that he was tolerant, Magnus, who had been a mentor for many years, betrayed himself and everyone so openly, and the mental shock drowned out the physical pain.

If it had been before, Magnus would have been happy to give the other party an approving look, but now, his cold eyes far surpassed the cold wind of Northrend: "I feel sorry for your hindsight, whether it is me. ”

After a pause, Magnus looked back at the tower, "It's still him." ”

I don't know if I should rejoice that the legendary mage didn't mean to execute these high-ranking members of the Tirisfa Council on the spot, or maybe he just didn't want to cause trouble.

However, not all of the people who made it to Karazan had attended the previous meeting.

"Mortals, it's too late to turn back. "The wide wings continued to flapp, and the huge body slowly landed on the platform, the streamlined body covered in blue crystal-like hard scales, and the essence of the magical aura gave people the illusion that this thing should only exist in the sky.

In fact, he did not belong to the mortal world

Blue dragons, the higher creatures that create mysteries, are destined to be extraordinary from birth.

But is it really appropriate to call a legend 'mortal'?

"Carré, come back!" Seeing his companion descend from the sky, naïve enough to try to dissuade him with words, Alexgos, who was beside Teregosa, immediately erupted in an earth-shattering roar.

However, from the moment Karegos stood in front of Magnus, it was already too late.

"Get out of the ......"

It was still an understatement, still a casual wave, and before Carré could be angry because his dragon pride had been hit, a howling wind approached from the side.

Boom!

Magnus Flying High-Five, unlike the Talisman Palm, which can only be cast in a single direction at a close range, can appear from any angle or position within the cast range. This is especially effective against creatures of the size of dragons.

The slap on the wrist looked terrifying, but it wasn't unacceptable, after all, the latter was known as the Five Scumbags......

"Mortal, you have offended my people three times and twice, do you really think that the blue dragon is a soft persimmon?!" As the second generation of the king of dragon peopleism, the most unseemly thing for Tai Lei is naturally that her own people are being bullied.

Eldagossa who was plotted against her, Karegos who was slapped in the face, either of them could ignite her anger.

"Alas......" Seeing the little master turn into a thick lightning bolt and rush downward, Alexgos sighed leisurely, but still followed closely without the slightest hesitation.

Of course, it is irrational to participate in a battle with a very low probability of winning. But for the blue dragon, the clan, the dignity, these things are sacrosanct, and they are enough to pay for it!

"Self-esteemed crawlers. Muttering softly in a deep voice, Magnus glanced at the two rapidly enlarged figures with a bored gaze, and slowly raised the Reaper against the Wind in his hand.

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The dazzling incandescent light finally faded, and as a wisp of wind scattered and fled, two embarrassed and familiar figures appeared in this empty and quiet space.

On the marble floor, pieces of delicate and shiny agate and jewels are embedded in it, forming a huge circular pattern in the center. As the most attractive thing about this space, Lanlos immediately noticed its strangeness.

This is Azeroth, the world map with amazing completeness!

The Eastern Continent, Kalimdor, Northrend, the Broken Isles, and even the mist-shrouded Pandaria......

And the countless islands that are densely scattered in the endless sea, with as much precision and detail as modern people who use satellites to map the world!

And the position where Lanloth is standing now is the maelstrom left behind by the explosion of the Well of Eternity at the last moment of the Ancient War thousands of years ago.

"Spectacular, isn't it?"

"On it!"

Hearing this familiar hoarse voice and Tyri's reminder, Lanloth immediately put away his surprise and quickly turned his head, but soon, he froze in place like a sculpture.

Above, a large circular pontoon floated steadily overhead, and the intricate and sophisticated arcane circuits on it gave Lanloth a faint sense of familiarity. But what really caught his attention was not the memories, but the aftermath.

The hemispherical curved dome covers the room like an inverted porcelain bowl, and the dome is covered by a starry sky map containing countless shining stars. No, that's not a pattern, it's a real starry sky!

Staring at the extremely slow-moving projection of the starry sky, Lanloth's mind couldn't help but recall what had happened to him in the Endless Void after his death.

With his countless years of experience wandering in the void, Lanlos was one hundred percent sure that this place was truly connected to the Infinite Universe.

Or to put it more clearly, this room is already half a foot away from Azeroth!

"I'm flattered to have someone like you look so surprised. "Literally, it was very modest, but it sounded very unpleasant to Lanlos.

Retracting his gaze, he immediately found the person standing on the edge of the floating platform, the owner of this tower, the owner of this astrological platform, the man who was respected by the outside world as the Astral Mage.

"I need to talk to you. Taking a deep breath, with something important on his side, Lanlos rarely held back the displeasure of being sneered.

"Before that. I don't know if it's because the light of the entire astrology platform is too dim, or because of the effect of Medivan's long withered hair, the astral mage's face seems to be countless times gloomy than in his memory, "Tell me, how did you get here?"

Without the slightest consciousness of asking questions, Medivan's voice exuded an irreversible momentum, as if even the air trembled with fear because of this, and kept sneaking away in all directions. Feeling a small, irresistible arcane aura slipping through his body, Lanlos swallowed involuntarily.