Chapter 1006 Possession

I have thought countless times that I could help Duke and repay my debt to a human being, so that I could die on the battlefield with peace of mind since I didn't owe him anything.

Who knew that he would be saved by Duke again and again. Now I have to shamelessly pretend to be a grandson surrounded by demons and endure humiliation.

The purpose is to go back ten thousand years later and report to Thrall...

This humiliation may be meaningless at all.

Because once the devil finds out, he will definitely die without a burial place.

Now Duke is so powerful that he has deceived so many demons even though he is not corrupted, even Kil'jaeden, the most cunning commander of the Burning Legion.

You can return to Azeroth soon!

What an ending... full of hope!

Faced with being in the hostile camp, but still unable to help me, he still chose to help me, gave me hope, and gave me the responsibility to go back and guide the people.

Duke! Duke, you are so generous—

How can I repay you? ?

Sure enough, are you the only one who can truly lead Azeroth into the future?

For some reason, Grom clearly wanted to cry, but he smiled instead.

"Hahaha! Hahahahaha! Hahahahahaha——"

The laughter was loud, unrestrained, and desolate!

He has the unique boldness of orcs.

There are also rich emotions that humans should have.

In this way, Grom almost had no sleep all night.

Early the next morning, the Ereda twins arrived.

The obvious explanation is, of course, that the Legion wants to snatch the Well of Eternity from the hands of those uncivilized lower races.

But what is there in Azeroth, and its connection with the Pantheon, are not mentioned at all.

It is true that no word should be said and no word should be said. Although he spoke flattering words, saying that as long as he opened the portal, he would make a great contribution to the legion, Duke knew that he was just a pawn exploring the path.

It’s good to succeed.

If it fails, it will just be the loss of a non-Eredar lord.

Among the four-digit lords in the Burning Legion, one more than Duke is not more, and one less than him is not more.

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

Even the wind and rain can't cover up the gorgeous brilliance of this city shining into the distance.

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

The night elves used the power of the waters of the Well of Eternity to build their queen's capital. Unlike Suramar, the highborne elves living in Azshara do not believe in the moon god Elune, but blindly admire the power of arcane magic.

For this reason, they slowly alienated nature. Cenarius and other demigods and the way of druids were not welcome here. Splendid city buildings and arcane magic were what the upper elves wanted. They believed that the power of magic could Rule everything.

In Galhara, a great city some distance from Azshara. Although it does not have the tall and towering forbidden palace like Azshara, or the miraculous building that uses magic to combine stones and trees.

But what Galhara possesses is enough to keep all the elven druids in Suramari from sleeping at all. On this stormy night, a mysterious atmosphere shrouded it. Insiders who were familiar with what it represented did not dare to gaze at the palace-like mage tower in the center of the city. People shifted their gazes one after another to avoid attracting the eyes of the guards.

Around the mage tower, guards dressed in green armor, carrying spears and swords, looked around cautiously. They not only monitor whether there are illegal intruders outside the city, but also pay special attention to the movements inside from time to time... Especially the main tower, it seems that they have sensed that an unpredictable mysterious force is brewing.

"Not enough! Not enough at all! You idiots, when will that great existence come?" Xavius ​​is a powerful arcanist and the most obsessed fanatic about arcane magic and various mysterious powers.

Ten thousand years later, the forbidden experiments that were strictly prohibited by the night elves, high elves, and humans were no longer a problem at this point in time.

As a noble high-elf noble and the Queen's chief advisor, Xavius ​​obtains the Queen's approval for all his experiments.

Under his leadership, the wizards of Galhara began a nightly ritual.

In order to complete the ritual, they must constantly rearrange the magic emeralds and arcane crystals to divide the boundaries of magic power, so that the magic power can better play the role of the summoning circle under mutual instigation.

Suddenly, there was movement between the crystals. Just like the protective circle that was suddenly attacked, several light masks suddenly rose above the crystal.

Unfortunately, the light is fleeting and fleeting.

Large areas of the crystal blocks that were once filled with powerful magic dimmed.

Although the wizards of Galhalla are not as proficient in magic as the Moon Guards, they also know very well that what is happening now should not happen. They immediately started checking the alignment again and again, but still couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"They don't seem to be absorbing magic well from the Well of Eternity." A young magician asserted: "Something is trying to cut them off from the front end of the energy flow!"

"Waste! Waste! They are all waste!" Xavius ​​could no longer control his anger and whipped the young magician in the face.

Although the conjurer had more than ten ways to avoid or resist the whip, he lowered his head and endured the whip forcefully, leaving a deep red mark on his pretty face. .

Suddenly, Xavius ​​was shocked.

His expression became dazed.

right! He heard a voice, although it was a little blurry, but he heard all the key words clearly.

"My servant... I will send a... lord! To assist you..."

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

"Let go of your...mind! Go into deep sleep..."

"Okay! As you command, the great Lord Kil'jaeden!"

Amid the strange looks from all the wizards, Xavius ​​actually... fell asleep standing up.

He lowered his head and looked shaky, as if he would fall to the ground in a panic any second.

However, Xavius ​​moved, and his slender fingers kept flying. The fierce movements were in sharp contrast with his blank expression.

"My lord!?" A wizard approached Xavius ​​cautiously. They couldn't imagine what happened to Xavius.