"This is indeed a kind of decoration that we commonly used in ancient times, but..."
"But what?" Valeela looked at the watcher in front of her.
Maiev held the mark in her hand, as if she was feeling something. After a moment, she released her palm and held the mark with her fingers.
"It's stained with a disgusting demonic aura, so there's no problem. The problem is that this pattern is more like the aristocratic patterns used by the upper elves than ordinary decorative patterns."
Maiev raised the mark and looked at it repeatedly under the light, "And except for some of the older generation who survived the ancient war, very few people know these patterns."
"In other words... the person who designed this mark was a guy who survived the ancient war?" Valeela understood what Maiev meant, but she also noticed that Maiev seemed to have a more accurate answer.
"Yes...and I probably already know who the blasphemer was who carved the kaldorei crest on this..."
Maiev's voice gradually became low and gloomy, and the eye holes of the blade-crested helmet, which she almost never took off, revealed bits of heart-stopping sight and chill.
"Illidan..."
A master of shadow manipulation like Valeela has an extremely keen perception, and she can easily feel the undercurrent of anger from Maiev, who is unabashed at this moment, like a volcano before it erupts.
It seems that he is a guy who has a personal vendetta against the Warden Warden...
The thoughts in Valeera's mind flashed, and she remembered the name Illidan. She casually said a few more clichés and turned around to leave. She simply didn't want to stay here for another second, because the hatred and anger emerging from this watcher were like It was the needle prick that made her very uncomfortable.
Maiev didn't care about Valeera's departure. She just kept thinking about ways and plans to capture Illidan.
"You should restrain your hatred, Watcher." A weathered and meaningful reminder sounded at the door, and a tall figure stood at the door.
His long dark green hair was scattered casually, and he wore extremely simple robes on his strong body, like an ascetic monk.
"Staghhelt, I don't need your reminder. Hatred is only the source of my strength and my tool for hunting down criminals." Maiev didn't take the visitor's reminder to heart at all.
"It would be great if that was the case." Fandral Staghelm looked at the Watcher, not knowing what he was thinking, and left after finding what he wanted in the room.
Maiev raised her head just now. She stared at Staghelm's back, her eyes narrowed slightly - she had felt some different kinds of fluctuations just now, but would that be what a staid old guy like Staghelit would have?
At this time, Valeela also returned to Jaina and reported to her everything she learned from Maiev.
"You're saying that the current forces in Outland are most likely led by Illidan Stormrage?"
Jaina does know this name, and even Arthas has personally told her many stories about this demon hunter. However, how could such a guy who hates demons more than anything else surrender to the Burning Legion?
Valeela hesitated for a moment, "He is a demon hunter, and it is not completely impossible for him to fall."
Jaina nodded affirmatively, "But I always feel that it's not that simple behind it, and the spies from Glory Castle said that before we entered Draenor, the Dark Portal was briefly opened, and at that time they discovered a large number of Nagas. If the demon hunter is really responsible for the traces, then he may have reached some kind of agreement with those evil underwater monsters."
Having grown up in Kul Tiras, she naturally knows something about Naga. This dangerous creature threatens the ships of Kul Tiras all year round, and also makes most of the coast of Azeroth unsafe. .
Those murlocs are troublesome and annoying enough, but if there are also a group of naga commanding the murlocs, it will definitely be a picture of hell that no captain or sailor wants to see.
It's just that after the Alliance army entered the Hellfire Peninsula, they did not find any trace of Naga here again. It must be that the climate of the Hellfire Peninsula is too difficult for those half-human, half-snake monsters to adapt.
"We still can't fully figure out what's going on in the Outland. Let's record this matter first and wait until we open the communication channel with Shattrath before discussing it." Jaina used magic to remove the evil mark. It was banned and collected in a specially established dangerous goods storage warehouse.
After doing all this, the female mage breathed a sigh of relief. Dealing with the war in the outside world put a lot of pressure on her. The busy work left her with almost no time to rest. Fortunately, after accepting that precious "legacy", she She has surpassed most mages in the world, and her powerful magic allows her to stay energetic with only a short rest.
However, for some reason, there is always a slight uneasiness buried in Jaina's heart - as a mage, she believes in this feeling, but unfortunately she is not specialized in prophetic magic and cannot make accurate judgments.
But the premonition was always too weak, so Jaina just kept an extra eye on her so that she could react better if any trouble really happened.
However, Gianna did not know that her uneasy premonition did not mean that something bad was going to happen in the future, but that something was happening that would overturn the entire world if she was not careful.
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The screams of beasts came from the deepest part of the hall. Alsace was covered in blood. He threw the limp corpse in his hand and knocked over several steel dwarves who were still struggling to get up.
He used the holy light to wipe away the dirty blood on his body, and stared at the road in front of him with calm and profound eyes.
"This place is full of dangers, and there is no way to teleport anymore." Malygos scanned the surrounding environment with his magical eyes flashing, and came to a conclusion that was not very favorable to them.
Yes, Loken had anticipated the arrival of the uninvited guests. Except for the troops guarding the main gate of Ulduar, the remaining personnel who could be mobilized were almost gathered in the deepest part of Ulduar.
The beast-like monster just killed by Arthas was the beast that Loken's minions captured and contaminated from Guardian Freya's ecological garden.
It seems that the current chief administrator of Ulduar has reached the end of his rope and is doing whatever it takes to thwart Arthas and Malygos.
It's a pity that the Spellweaver, who has regained his sanity and fighting spirit, is one of the most powerful beings on Azeroth now, and it is difficult for ordinary structures to stop him.
However, this overwhelming march should end here, because the circular hall where they are now is the center of the Holy Land created by the original guardians, and it is also the core of Ulduar. Where the defense lies.
It's just that this originally impenetrable defense line has been disintegrated by the enemy from within. Now, those who stand in front of Arthas and Malygos are the guardians who were originally noble but have now fallen!
"Are we still too late?" Malygos looked a little gloomy. "If we evacuate now, I'm still 80% sure."
"No, we came just in time." Arthas looked at the majestic guardians who seemed to be sleeping on the platform around him. "I can feel that the ancient gods have not corrupted them to the point of being hopeless. At a point where we still have hope.”
"Ha, even if this is the case, I'm afraid there's no one left with normal sanity to talk to us." Malygos looked at the silent giants, his tone did not change much, but there was a vague look on his face. The dragon scales showed that he was almost ready to fight for his life at this moment.
The Dragon King looked around and continued, "Moreover, I found no trace of Loken. This may be another trap of his, but it may not be certain."
Arthas did not respond to Malygos's words. He took a deep breath, as if he was preparing something, "Malygos, fighting four guardians at the same time, can you win?" "
Malygos turned to look at the companions in front of him, "If they can all exert their full strength, I can only hold on for a while."
"What if they can all only use half their power?"
"What are you going to do, Arthas?" Malygos asked instead without answering.
"The Holy Light told me that Loken is at the bottom of the stairs, and the real prison of the Ancient God is undergoing the final rituals." Arthas revealed his plan. "These four guardians were borrowed by Loken to use Yugetha." Long's power temporarily brainwashes them, but it cannot completely tamper with their will. They are still fighting against the power of the ancient gods. As long as you can hold them back for a while, the power that forcibly controls them will be expelled by them."
"Do you want to face Loken alone? This is not a wise choice, Arthas. Even if you defeat Nefarian, his power is still far from the Guardian," Malygos shook his head. Maybe we should work together to get these four guardians to wake up first, then our chances of winning will be greatly increased."
"No, then we really have no chance of winning - this is Loken's plan." Arthas retorted resolutely, "Even if the two of us fight together, it would be faster if Loken releases Yogg-Saron without any distractions. Someone has to hold him back."
"He may not be faster than us." Malygos looked at Arthas, but he did not see any emotion other than determination in the paladin's eyes. "Okay, you must survive, Arthas, hold on for a while. , disrupt that damn traitor, I and the others will be there soon."
At this moment, the most precious thing was time. Arthas didn't say anything more. After nodding to Malygos, he resolutely stepped towards the stairs leading to madness.
Malygos also focused on the four guardians. He had noticed that the originally sleeping guardians were waking up.
Alsace didn't look back, he just apologized silently in his heart.
"Sorry, Malygos, but this is necessary."
He now wants to challenge the crazy darkness when a light is not yet lit.
