"Hmm..." Varimathras scratched his chin and made an intriguing nasal sound, "The way you put it, this seems a bit suspicious."
Diselok also somewhat agreed with Varimathras, "You are right. Although it does not look like some kind of magic experiment, the possibility of human manipulation cannot be completely ruled out."
"However, if there is such a place with such concentrated energy, we can gather enough power to support Naxxramas' flight to Kalimdor." Balnazzar's words caused the scene to fall into silence.
Naxxramas' current power is no longer enough to support it to continue sailing long distances. All they can do now is to park it in the mountains on the west side of Quel'Thalas.
If Tichondrius discovers something in Kalimdor, they will also have to find a way to take Naxxramas to another distant continent, and the current remaining energy is simply not enough to support this matter.
The three fear lords collectively lost their voices for a rare moment. After a while, Balnazar continued, "I think it's best to go take a look - there are not many opportunities like this, otherwise we will be in this mountain range with nothing. , there is no place to replenish energy.”
Diselok and Varimathras did not respond to this, but they knew in their hearts that Balnazzar was right. The energy shock just now was very much like a natural explosion.
In the end, Diselok agreed to Balnazar's plan, but he still did not intend to risk his life. "Let's send a few psychics to see the situation first. If it is really as we think, let them You can also summon us to come.”
"Not a bad idea." Varimathras nodded slightly and stretched out his bat wings, "Then I'll find some more capable guys."
While the Dreadlords were discussing whether to go to the place where Kel'Thuzad's magic erupted to check in person, Thassarian was following Kel'Thuzad full of questions.
"Was the explosion like that just now too obvious?" Thassarian was worried that such a "clumsy" trap would not be able to attract the Dread Lord.
Kel'Thuzad replied nonchalantly, "You are not a mage, and you don't understand what such an explosion means. Although this method is indeed very straightforward, it also tells the Dread Lord a message, that is, man-made and non-man-made things The probability is half and half.”
"The environment here is filled with all kinds of contradictory energies. As long as the Dread Lord's spies arrive and report the anomalies to their superiors, there is no need for any explanation at all. The Dread Lords themselves will believe half of it."
At this point, the archlich's voice 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 had no need to think about the questions that the master was worried about. After his own questions were answered, he found a place to hide, ready to give the demon a fatal blow at any time.
The complex energy of this area was flowing in Kel'Thuzad's hands, and the soul flame flickered in his eyes.
"This power of shadow points to a very dark existence... Maybe I can use his power to do something..."
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"Click!"
After the curator's left shoulder crystal was destroyed by Lothar, the movement of the entire left arm began to become stiff, but as a structure, it would not stop its offensive until it was completely destroyed.
It waved its normal right arm rapidly, the light of arcane magic lighting up continuously, trying to use the magic it memorized to cause damage or hinder Lothar, and then used its heavy right palm to give Lothar a fatal blow.
But after Lothar destroyed part of the structure, he was not in a hurry. He decisively opened the magic shield with floating green runes to absorb all the curator's magic attacks.
At the same time, he pulled out the long sword with one hand and kicked his legs hard, knocking the left side of the curator's body slightly out of balance. He also took the opportunity to leave the attack range of the curator's right fist.
However, before Lothar could stand firm after landing, the structure forcibly reversed the position of his right arm and swept towards Lothar, regardless of the damage to his body.
Just a second before its attack was about to hit Lothar, a jet-black warhammer flew past Lothar's ear and collided with the curator's arm.
Under the violent shock and impact, a circle of lines visible to the naked eye appeared in the air. Orgrim's huge throw made the curator's already unbalanced body tilt even more, but the structure still stubbornly did not fall.
After Lothar stabilized his body, the power of death erupted again, but this time it was not to attack, but to detonate the remaining power left in the crystal on the curator's left shoulder by the sword just now.
The power of death suddenly vibrated violently with the arcane magic. 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 decide the winner in the crystal. Instead, the broken crystal energy stone itself was overwhelmed. The massive magic power stored in it rushed outward crazily like water rushing out of a burst dam. gush.
Incalculable magic power immediately swept towards Lothar and Orgrim. Lothar quickly pulled a broken stone sculpture to use as a shield for himself, and shouted at Orgrim:
"Run to that passage!"
Orgrim withdrew his war hammer and looked over the curator's stiff body with a solemn expression. This huge structure was now completely dominated by the rampant magic power and could not move at all, but the increasingly gathering magic power storm was devouring everything around it. .
After arriving at the passage Lothar pointed to, Orgrim extended an arm made of dark magic from his right hand, grabbed Lothar's shoulders, and pulled him out of the center of the magic storm.
The moment Lothar fell into the passage, the magic power that had been accumulated for a long time finally reached the critical point. After a brief collapse, it began to expand rapidly.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Lothar quickly stood up, took his weapon and started running towards the other end of the passage. Orgrim followed closely. Just when they were about to rush out of the passage, the unstable magic power behind them still chased them. Got on them.
The two death knights were like small boats in the wind and waves, pushed by the magic storm and flew out of the passage interface, crashing into a row of ancient bookshelves.
The wooden bookshelf, which was more than ten meters high, collapsed, burying the two of them inside. A large number of books fell to the ground like rain.
In the darkness, Lothar opened the wooden shelves and books that covered him in a daze, and popped his head out from the pile of books. The magical impact just now also made his brain a little confused.
"Huh... this guy Mad... actually put such a dangerous creation at the door of his house..."
The violent impact made Lothar feel like he was about to fall apart. Even wearing Saronite iron plate armor with excellent protective properties could not completely eliminate the shock caused by the magic explosion.
But the more troublesome thing for him has just begun. He and Orgrim now have to find a way to pick out the most useful parts from Medivh's mountain of books and take them away, and also find a book that echoes Medivh's power. Grimoire.
"Damn...I have never seen so many books in my life..."
