The Death Knell

"Don't look at me like that, as if you are preparing to die heroically. Through your experiment, I have roughly determined which day this is. I have to say that you are really lucky to have met me."

Su Ming lifted Khadgar up from the ground like a cat and leaned against the bookshelf nearby. He turned around and pulled out the two weapons on the ground from the place where he was warming up and eating. He put away the giant sword and only held the staff-shaped killing weapon. God.

Khadgar was a little suspicious. Not only did the opponent not have any murderous intention, but he also didn't even have any defense against him.

"Do you know what's going on?"

Su Ming put the staff on his shoulders like a stick, put both hands on it, and nodded very relaxedly: "Yes, but if you are not willing to negotiate terms with me, I will not tell you these secrets. , the result is not too serious, it is just the destruction of the Kingdom of Stormwind, anyway, you can go to Dalaran to continue your studies."

"How can this be? I agree to your terms. Sir Lothar and King Ryan take care of me like my elders. How can I turn a blind eye to this?" Khadgar dropped the candlestick, and the weapon in the other person's hand radiated. Strong light, no other lighting is needed.

Deathstroke just wanted to swear that he owed a few favors. For an insignificant apprentice like himself, he just agreed.

"Well, that's right. Sign this written agreement. If you don't intend to fulfill the agreement in the future, I will spread the word everywhere that you are a villain who breaks your word, and your reputation will be completely ruined."

Su Ming immediately took out paper and pen to draft the contract, and then pointed to the place for Khadgar to sign.

Khadgar picked up the pen and signed indifferently, and said: "There is no reputation. There are less than ten people who can remember my name now."

The Supreme Mage patted him on the shoulder, put away the contract, and bought Wilson's pot. He was one of his own: "Prophecy is not the exclusive property of the Astral Mage. I, the Supreme Mage, can do it as well. Come, let's go to the astrological platform. I will give you Tell me what Medivh has been busy with recently."

In the spiraling corridor, the two of them gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Three minutes later, the two arrived at the astrological platform on the top of Karazhan Tower, and Khadgar's face had turned ashen.

"Are you sure what you said is true? If it is true, we will be in big trouble."

"I'm not going to lie to a young apprentice like you. The Burning Legion has been planning to invade Azeroth for a long time, and at this time the plan has been launched. Medivh is not in Karazhan, and he has obviously gone to prepare for the final step."

Su Ming walked around the astrological platform, and several giant floor tiles painted with crow patterns attracted his attention.

Khadgar frowned and thought. He pinched the corners of his pajamas: "No, I have to inform Sir Lothar. Stormwind City must be prepared."

"Yeah, go ahead, just remember that you already owe five favors."

Su Ming waved his hand indifferently. The door of darkness could not be opened, and it had little to do with him.

As long as the orcs invade Azeroth, the Kingdom of Stormwind will immediately fall into war. At that time, the price of tailoring products such as bags or clothes will definitely plummet. You can exchange them with food, saving a lot of gold.

When the time comes, change more and give a few silk bags to each of your close friends to see if they can use them.

As for letting Stormwind City be destroyed for some bags, will it be heartbreaking? Haha...if the old ones don't go away, the new ones won't come in.

There is no benefit in changing history now. It is better to take advantage of the situation and make some gains. Azeroth is also a familiar world, so the biggest advantage is foresight, which cannot be thrown away so early.

Khadgar, who was reading the teleportation message, rolled his eyes and stopped casting spells: "By the way, did you say that you are very strong?"

"Well, in my eyes, you and Medivh are about the same. They both belong to the level of no threat." Su Ming rubbed the pattern on the ground with the sole of his shoe, and the crow's eyes on the floor tile seemed to move.

"Then if I want you to help resolve the crisis, how many favors do I need to owe?" Khadgar discovered a blind spot.

"It's too late. After all, Medivh's location at this time is uncertain. There are three possibilities. One is that he went to Tirisfal Glades to kill other members of the Council. The other is that he may have gone to the Swamp of Sorrows. Deep inside, he is preparing to open the portal to welcome his green-skinned allies. Thirdly, he is in the Tower of Shadows, preparing to kill all the servants and residents of Karazhan and sacrifice them to summon the Burning Legion."

Su Ming didn't take the order at all, but instead helped Khadgar analyze it.

"Tower of Shadows? What is that?" Khadgar frowned. Is this why Karazhan has all its defenses closed and everyone has disappeared?

"The Tower of Shadows was secretly built by Medivh. It is located in the twisted void rift underground in Karazhan. It is named after it is the reflection of the void realm in Karazhan." Su Ming knocked on three tiles on the ground and asked Khadgar to come over and take a look. : "Medivh transformed it into the coordinates of the devil's relay station, allowing him to quickly jump over the Burning Legion warships to arrive, and then project those warships into the main dimension through the connection between the Tower of Shadows and Karazhan."

"...It seems that you are really a mage. I can't understand what you said." Khadgar heard a lot of incomprehensible terms, and his eyes turned into mosquito coils.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, but what are you going to do next?" Su Ming was very indifferent.

"If the Burning Legion's fleet arrives, is it the worst of the three scenarios?" Khadgar directly saw the core of the problem.

After all, even if the Tirisfal Council were completely wiped out, it would only mean the death of 12 archmages, and the world would function normally without everyone.

As for the so-called orcs... Khadgar has never seen them, but he heard the half-orc assassin Garona briefly say before that they are a clan-based society, and such racial threats should be limited.

On the other hand, the Burning Legion, the Destroyer of All Worlds, and the Destroyer of All Things, with so many titles on their heads, are the most dangerous no matter how you look at them.

And now if Medivh plans to summon their fleet in the Tower of Shadows, Khadgar must confirm with his own eyes whether what Deathstroke said is true. If it is true, he must interrupt such a demonic ritual and there will be no time to find someone.

"The Burning Legion is indeed the most destructive among these. Queen Azshara summoned them thousands of years ago. Azeroth was originally a whole continent and became the fragments it is today, even though the Well of Eternity exploded. Caused, but the Burning Legion is the culprit."

"I understand, please help me." Khadgar took a deep breath and his eyes became firm.

"Then I'm afraid you will have to obey me in the future. This is a very high price." Su Ming smiled and touched his chin, took out a cigarette from his arms, lit it, and blew out a smoke ring.

"I have made up my mind to protect Azeroth." Khadgar nodded simply: "No matter what the cost."

Su Ming looked at young Khadgar and nodded kindly, but said without mercy: "You can't even protect yourself now, how can you protect Azeroth? Why don't you go back to sleep, there is everything in your dreams .”

"I will work hard to increase my strength, and one day I will become an Archmage. If you can really see the future, that's why you came to me, right?" Khadgar was very calm, he knew his value.

"Haha, you are not hopelessly stupid, so from today on, you can call me teacher. You will be the disciple of my supreme mage, Deathstroke, and I will teach you the true meaning of magic."

Deathstroke's black and yellow armored gloves were placed on Khadgar's thin shoulders. At this time, the apprentice looked as thin as malnutrition.

Khadgar thought for a moment, the subtle expression on his face kept changing, but finally he raised his head: "Teacher, please help me protect Azeroth."

Su Ming smiled slightly. Joining Cardega was the biggest gain from this trip. The plan passed...