The Death Knell

Until returning to Karazhan, Su Ming was still analyzing the benefits of not watching the explosion for Khadgar.

"Let's not talk about protecting your eyesight. Think about it. You throw out a pyrotechnic, then turn around confidently, and let the enemy turn into a puddle of black ash, facing inevitable death. Isn't it very stylish?"

Su Ming hooked Khadgar's shoulder and walked downstairs, putting a cigarette in his mouth and a bottle of wine in his hand.

Khadgar's original history was different, but Su Ming intervened. He would have to smoke, drink, and perm his hair in the future.

"Hmm...I don't know how to use Pyroblast yet." Khadgar scratched his head, having no idea about that scene.

"Why are you so practical? It seems that I have to start teaching you by throwing lime in fights. But you have mastered the instant skill of being calm and calm. It seems that you are more talented in the arcane department."

Su Ming passed by the ballroom and grabbed a few apples. All the golems in the exhibition hall were shut down. It seemed that Medivh had made arrangements before leaving.

"But I read in the book that some monsters will change their elemental resistance. If they only master one type of magic, they will be restrained by that type of enemy, so I have to learn other magic." Khadgar really said When magic came, he didn't want to learn how to spread lime.

Su Ming nodded: "Indeed, there is a piranha in Dire Maul, which can convert its own elemental resistance and even reflect magic. They are all experiments of the Syndra Mages. By the way, Karazhan's enchantment Where are the formulas and recipes? Find them and I’ll take them away, since Medivh won’t need them anyway.”

Khadgar sighed deeply and looked at Su Ming with pleading eyes: "Is it really impossible to save Master Medivh?"

"His soul has disappeared into the star realm. There is only Sargeras in that body. If you have any soft-heartedness towards him, you will be used by the devil immediately, and the world will be over." Su Ming shattered Khadgar's Naive idea.

Medivh is not hopeless, but the price is too high.

And compared with Khadgar, Medivh's personality is too awkward and difficult to control, so it would be better to die temporarily.

Khadgar nodded sadly, the cigarette in his mouth and the mustache painted on his face drooped, and he went to help Su Ming search for the formulas and drawings.

A few minutes later, the two walked out of the tower in Karazhan. The evening wind howled in the canyon like a ghost, and then looked at the town under the Magistrate's Tower. The town was still very quiet.

"Teacher..." Khadgar felt something was not right.

"Ah, it's just what you think. Go for a walk, there may be survivors." Su Ming also knew that it was unlikely. The residents here should be lying in the Tower of Shadows just like the people in the tower. Or hanging.

Khadgar eagerly went to the town to check, but as expected, the houses were all empty, and some people's dinners were even left on the table.

Still unwilling to give up, he frantically searched every house, and the answer was the same.

Ten minutes later, when he returned to Su Ming, he only held a shabby-looking rag doll in his hand. It was carefully dressed up and wore a small hand-cut skirt.

"I don't understand, teacher, what are the benefits of the Burning Legion destroying worlds?" Khadgar lowered his head, looked at the doll in his hand, and asked in a trembling voice.

"The Burning Legion wants to use evil energy to change the star soul of each planet, so as to form a deck of worlds to fight against the Lord of the Void." Su Ming leaned on the lamppost in front of Karazhan very calmly, looking at the sky Smoking a cigarette, it looks like it's going to rain.

The cycle of life and death, I don’t know if there is such a cycle in Azeroth.

"Star Soul? Deck? King of the Void?" Khadgar shook his head slowly. He couldn't understand those unfamiliar words. He only knew that his heart was full of anger. The people in the town used to be very friendly to him. Khadgar also knew the doll's owner.

But now, the doll is still there, but the little girl is not.

"Some people like to use the world as a chess piece or card to fight against their enemies. After all, there are countless worlds in the vast universe, and the road is dark. If you don't kill the enemy, you will be killed by the enemy."

Su Ming took out his lighter and lit Khadgar's cigarette. Nicotine would help him stabilize his mood.

This was probably the first time Khadgar had seen so many dead people and so much darkness today, and it was reasonable that he couldn't slow down.

Fortunately, he still hasn't collapsed, but he has shown potential.

"Then are you such a person?" Khadgar raised his head and put the doll into his bag, but he still asked this question.

Su Ming smiled and patted Khadgar on the shoulder: "I will not give the enemy a chance to sit on the card table. Magic often needs to be driven by the world's energy, but swords do not."

"I understand, teacher, please teach me how to use weapons and how to become stronger." Khadgar finally recognized Deathstroke's identity as a teacher. His eyes showed this. He knew who his biggest enemy was. And hatred also drove him to make a choice.

"It's easy to say. If nothing else, I can teach you anything you want to learn, including swords, guns, swords and halberds, axes and hooks, whips, maces and hammers, sticks and sticks, and shooting stars." Su Ming nodded happily, thinking in his heart Hatred is no big deal, as long as it is channeled appropriately, it is a very powerful motivator.

"This...teacher, you are actually a warrior, right?" Khadgar seemed to have discovered something, and his eyes became sharp.

Su Ming knocked him on the head: "Nonsense, I am the Supreme Mage. Anyone who says I am not a Mage will slap their head into the chest. Now open a Stormwind City portal."

Khadgar grinned and rubbed his head, but he relaxed a lot.

Deathstroke's stern yet approachable performance made Khadgar feel more comfortable, as if this was what he thought a teacher should feel like.

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By the time Khadgar and Deathstroke arrived outside Stormwind Fortress, the royal guards had already put the palace under complete martial law. The two were blocked from the door. They could only see the chaos inside through the cracks in the crowd, and each of them was walking in a hurry and looking abnormally. Ugly.

"What happened?" Khadgar had a bad feeling.

"It seems that something happened to an important person. Look over there, those people who can enter the cordon." Although Su Ming's armor is brightly colored, there is no problem in wearing armor on the streets in Azeroth.

The world line has changed a bit. It seems that when I entered Azeroth, some people felt it.

Looking along the teacher's fingers, Khadgar recognized those people. They were wearing white robes.

"It's Archbishop Alonsos Faol of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. He came to the North County Monastery for exchanges between the two countries. Behind him is his student, Archbishop Benedictus of Stormwind City." Khadgar was worried about the teacher. I didn’t know each other, so I introduced their identities: "Archbishop Fao is regarded as the embodiment of light. His power of power is very powerful, while Archbishop Benedictus is good at healing magic..."

"I can recognize them. You can think about it. It's midnight now, and a group of high-ranking priests entered Stormwind Fortress. The fortress is also the king's palace. Who do you think caused the problem?"

Su Ming guided Khadgar's thoughts and watched the young apprentice's face gradually turn pale.

"This...but I have to go in and tell them what happened in Karazhan."

Khadgar stood on tiptoes eagerly, crossed the wall of guards, and peered into the castle. Then he saw the figure of a young man flashing past behind the cordon. He quickly jumped to say hello. :

"Wendsor! Here! Look this way, my friends, let us in quickly."