Stormwind God

Numerous times have thought, to help Duke, to pay back the kindness that owes to a human being, that the two who do not owe each other can die on the battlefield with peace of mind.

Who knew that he would be saved again and again by Duke. Now I have to shame my grandson in the midst of the demon's embarrassment and endure humiliation.

To return to Thousand Years, report to Sal ...

This humiliation may be meaningless at all.

Because once the demon is found, he must be a place of no burial.

Duke was so amazing now that he had deceived so many demons without falling, even Kil'jaeden, the commander of the most cunning Burning Legion.

You can return to Azeroth soon!

What an ... a hopeful ending!

In the face of the hostile camp, but I can't help anything, I still choose to help me, give me hope, and give me the responsibility to return to guide the people.

Duke! Duke, you are so generous

How do you tell me to repay you! ?

Sure enough, only a hero like you can truly lead Azeroth into the future?

Somehow, Grom wanted to cry, but he laughed.

"Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha"

Laughing loudly, wildly and desolately!

Has the **** peculiar to orcs.

It also has the rich emotions that humans should have.

In this way, Grom was almost sleepless overnight.

Early the next morning, the Ereda Geminis came.

The explanation on the plain is, of course, that the Legion is going to grab the Well of Eternity from the uncivilized lower races or something.

But there is nothing in Azeroth that has anything to do with the Pantheon.

It is true that the word that should be said is not leaked, and the word that should not be said is not leaked. Although the mouthful of flattering words was spoken on the mouth, saying that as long as the portal was opened, it would be an indestructible contribution to the Legion, but Duke knew that he was just a **** to explore.

Of course it is good.

Failure is nothing more than the loss of a non-Irida lord.

The four-figure lord in the Burning Legion, more than one Duke, more than one less.

An hour later, in the middle of the ancient Kalimdor continent on the planet Azeroth, a splendid city is showing its infinite charm to the world in the night sky.

Even the wind and rain can't hide the city's gorgeous radiance from afar.

Azshara is a great city closest to the Well of Eternity in ancient times.

The night elves used the power of eternal well water to build the Queen's capital. Unlike Suramar, the upper elves who live in Azshara do not believe in the moon **** Elune, but blindly advocate the power of arcane art.

For this reason, they slowly alienated nature. The demigods such as Cenarius and the Druid Way are not welcome here. The splendid city buildings and arcane magic are what the upper elves want. They think that the power of magic can Rule everything.

In Garjara, a great city some distance from Azshara. Although it does not have the tall and forbidden palace like Azshara, it does not have the miraculous building that combines stones and trees by magic.

But Garhara had enough to keep all the druids of Suramari from sleeping. On this stormy night, a mysterious atmosphere enveloped it. Those insiders who knew the meaning of it dared not stare at the palace-like mage tower in the center of the city, and people shifted their sights to avoid attracting the attention of the guards.

Around the mage tower, the guards were wearing green armor, wearing spears and swords, and looked around carefully. Not only do they monitor for illegal intruders outside the city, they also need to pay special attention to the movements inside and from time to time ... especially the main tower, it seems that they have sensed that an unpredictable mysterious force is being born.

"Not enough! Totally not enough! When will your fools let that great existence come?" Savis is a powerful arcanist, and a fanatic who is most obsessed with arcane and various mysterious powers.

Ten thousand years later, taboo experiments that were strictly forbidden by night elves, high elves, and humans were nothing at this time.

As a noble upper elf aristocracy, Xavies was the Queen's chief consultant. All his experiments were approved by the Queen.

Under his leadership, the shamans of Gal'Hara began a ritual that was held every night.

In order to complete the ritual, they must constantly rearrange the magic emerald and arcane crystal to divide the boundaries of magic, so that the magic can better play the role of summoning the magic under the mutual motives.

Suddenly, there was a movement between the crystal and the crystal, just like the protective matrix that was suddenly attacked, and a few masks suddenly rose above the crystal.

Unfortunately, the light flickered.

Large blocks of crystal blocks that once filled with powerful magic faded.

Although Garhara's wizards are not as proficient in magic as the Moon Guards, they are also very clear that what is happening now should not happen. They immediately started to check the arrangement again and again, but still couldn't figure out what went wrong.

"They don't seem to be drawing magic from the Well of Eternity." A young curse asserted, "something is trying to cut them off from the front of the energy flow!"

"Waste! Waste! All waste!" Xavius ​​couldn't control his anger anymore, and whipped his whip over the young curse's face.

Although the spellcaster has more than ten ways to avoid or resist this whip, he lowered his head and endured the whip stiffly, leaving a deep red mark on his pretty face .

Suddenly, Xavius ​​was excited.

His expression became haggard.

Correct! He heard a voice, and although it was a bit vague, all the key phrases were clear.

"My servant ... I will send a ... lord! Help you ..."

"A strong lord? Great! I'm worried that I can't show Her Majesty the great power of the Burning Legion! Is there anything I need to do?"

"Let go of your ... heart! Go to sleep ..."

"Okay! Obey, great Lord Kil'jaeden!"

In all the wizard's strange eyes, Xavius ​​was ... standing asleep.

Head down, a trembling look, as if falling to the ground in a panic next second.

However, Xavius ​​moved, his long fingers kept flying, and his fierce movements contrasted sharply with his blank expression.

"Master !?" A wizard approached Xavis cautiously. They had no way of imagining what happened to Xavius.