Dawn of Lordaeron

You can search "Lordaeron's Dawn Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!"Hmm..." Varimathras scratched his chin, making an intriguing nasal sound, "As you say, it seems suspicious."

Dyselok also somewhat agreed with Varimathras, "You are right. Although it is not like some kind of magical experiment, it cannot completely rule out the possibility of human manipulation."

"However, if there really is such a place where energy is so concentrated, we can gather enough motivation to support Naxxramas to fly to Kalimdor." Barnazar's words silenced the scene.

Naxxramas's current power is no longer enough to support it to continue its long-distance navigation, and all they can do now is to park it in the mountains west of Quel'Thalas.

If Tichondrius finds something in Kalimdor, they will also find a way to take Naxxramas to another remote continent, and the remaining energy is simply not enough to support this matter.

The three dreadlords lost their voices collectively, and after a while, Barnazar continued, “I think it’s best to go and see-there are not many opportunities like this, otherwise we are in this mountain of nothing. , There is no place to supplement energy."

Ditherok and Varimathras did not respond to this, but they also knew in their hearts that Barnazar was right. The energy shock just now looked like a natural explosion.

In the end, Dyselok also agreed to Barnazar’s plan, but he still didn’t plan to commit a personal risk. “Send a few psychics to see the situation first. It’s fine to call us to come."

"A good way." Varimathras nodded lightly. He stretched his bat wings, "Then I'll go find a few more capable guys."

Just when the dreadlords were discussing whether to go to the place where Kel'Thuzad was bursting with magic power in person, Thassarian followed Kel'Thuzad with doubts.

"Is the explosion like that just too obvious?" Sassarian worried that such a "bad" trap would not attract the Dreadlord to the hook.

Kel'Thuzad replied indifferently, "You are not a mage, and you don't understand what such an explosion means. Although this method is really straightforward, it also tells the Dreadlord a message that it is artificial and non-human. The probability is half."

"The environment here is full of contradictory energies. As long as the Dreadlord’s spies arrive and report the anomaly to their boss, there is no need for any explanation at all, and the Dreadlords themselves will believe half of it.

Having said this, the voice of the Great Lich paused for a moment, "As for the remaining half... it depends on Lord Lothar and Orgrim."

Thassarian didn't know what Kel'Thuzad was planning, and he couldn't make the problem that he was worried about. After his own question was answered, he found a place to hide, ready to give the devil a fatal blow.

Kel'Thuzad was circulating the complex energy of this region, and in his eyes, the flame of the soul was flickering.

"The power of shadow points to a very dark existence... Maybe I can borrow his power to do something..."

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"Crack!"

After the curator's left shoulder crystal was destroyed by Lothar, the movement of the entire left arm began to stiffen, but as a structure, it would not stop its offensive until it was completely destroyed.

Its normal right arm swiftly swung, and the brilliance of arcane magic lit up uninterruptedly, trying to use the magic it remembered to cause damage or obstruction to Lothar, and then use a heavy right palm to give Lothar a fatal blow.67 novel www.6c7d.com

But after Lothar destroyed part of the structure, he was in no rush to seek success, and decisively opened the magic shield floating with green runes to absorb all the curator's magic attacks.

At the same time, he drew the long sword with one hand, kicked both legs forcefully, pushing the curator's left body slightly unbalanced, and took the opportunity to leave the curator's right fist's attack range.

However, Lothar hadn't stood firm after landing, and the structure turned out to be forcibly twisting the position of his right arm and swept towards Lothar despite the damage to his body.

Just one second before its attack was about to hit Lothar, a pitch-black warhammer flew over Lothar's ear and collided with the curator's arm.

Under the violent shock and impact, a circle of visible lines appeared in the air. Orgrim's huge throw made the curator's already unbalanced body even more inclined, but the structure still stubbornly did not fall.

After Lothar stabilized his figure, the power of death exploded again, but this time it was not to attack, but to detonate the remaining power of the sword left in the crystal on the curator's left shoulder.

The power of death and the magical power of arcane violently oscillated immediately, and the left half of the curator's body began to twitch, and the huge figure stagnated briefly.

In the end, the two forces did not distinguish between the winners and losers in the crystal. Instead, they overwhelmed the broken crystal energy stone. The massive magic power stored in it was like a big water rushing out of a dam that broke the bank, and went out crazy. Gush.

Unpredictable magic power swept towards Lothar and Orgrim. Lothar quickly grabbed a broken stone sculpture as a shield for herself, and shouted at Orgrim:

"Run to that passage!"

Orgrim retracted his warhammer, and his face solemnly crossed the curator’s stiff body. This huge structure is reflected in the fact that it has been completely dominated by the violent magic power, and cannot move at all, but the more and more magical storm is devouring everything around. .

After reaching the passage that Lothar pointed to, Orgrim extended a dark magical arm from his right hand, grabbed Lothar's shoulder, and withdrew him from the center of the magic storm.

At the moment Lothar had just fallen into the tunnel, the accumulated magic power finally reached the critical point, and after a brief collapse, it began to expand rapidly.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lothar stood up quickly, took his weapon and began to run wildly towards the other end of the passage. Orgrim followed closely. Just when they were about to rush out of the passage, the unstable magic behind them still chased. Got on them.

The two death knights looked like a small boat in the wind and waves, pushed by the magic storm to fly out of the channel interface and crash into a row of old bookshelves.

A wooden bookshelf over ten meters high collapsed, burying the two of them inside, and a large number of books crashed on the ground like it was raining.

In the darkness, Lothar faintly peeled open the wooden shelf and books that covered him, and popped his head from the pile of books. The magic shock just now made his brain a little confused.

"Huh...Maid...he put such a dangerous creation at the door of his house..."

The violent impact made Lothar feel that he was about to fall apart. Even wearing the Saronite Plate armor with excellent protection performance, he could not completely eliminate the shock caused by the magic explosion.

But the things that made him even more troublesome have just begun. He and Orgrim are now trying to find a way to pick the most useful part of Medivh’s mountain-like books and take away, and find a book with Medivh’s power to echo. Grimoire.

"Damn... I have never seen so many books in my life..."