Merry Winterwind was a beneficiary of the magic assistance program when the high elves and Emperor Thoradin joined forces to fight the trolls. He has been a magic trainee for two hundred years. His hobbies are arcana, enchantment and tailoring.
The earliest human mage, Merry Dongfeng in the human period may not be the strongest. At least the talent of Alodi, a young man, has overshadowed the talent of Merry Dongfeng. His brilliance is only the word "the earliest".
One of the earliest top 100 human mages.
Well, Rong Gong Gao Jing only promised to teach a hundred apprentices.
The earliest member of the Council of Tirisfal.
Yes, those top 100 mages are almost dying of old age and there are only a few left.
The earliest human undead.
This is not perfunctory. There are many undead things in the night elves, but in terms of the mortal race humans, Merry Winterwind is really the first.
In the magical world of Azeroth, humans without magic cannot even transform the undead. Merry Winterwind's ordinary path also ended with the end of his human career.
The more he studies arcane magic, the more Merry Dongfeng discovers that the human body has its limits.
So Alodi, I am no longer a human being!
When Merry Dongfeng used a psychic ritual to transform his withered and decayed body into an undead creature, he became stronger.
Even before the destruction of the Parliament of Tirisfal, there was a saying in private that the reason why Aegwynn Medina was willing to hand over the power of the Guardian was because Merry Winterwind was still "alive" and Alodi "Not completely dead".
Although the authenticity is doubtful, a necromancer who has practiced for thousands of years must not be underestimated.
So Carlos went straight to the downtown area without hesitation.
Although Xiacheng District is large, there are definitely not too many tailor shops.
The road is at your feet?
The road is in your mouth, just ask.
As for the pursuit and interception of the Cursed Sect, Carlos didn't really care.
The Royal City of Lordaeron actually hides so many dead soldiers of the Curse Sect, which seems to show the seriousness of the problem.
But for some reason, Carlos felt that it was a matter of course that there were so many dead soldiers of the Cursed Sect hiding in the Royal City of Lordaeron.
Although it was annoying, he basically maintained a calm mind.
Because he is so discerning, all strangers who take the initiative to approach him are enemies.
At dawn, with the dim light of dawn, the entire city of Lordaeron has come alive to welcome the return of His Royal Highness Prince Arthas.
A lot of preparation work was already underway a few days ago. Today, it just requires a large number of background people to line up outside the city and line the streets to cheer.
Ten silver coins a day, I really wish I could do this business every day.
So when I asked the old blind man the location of his tailor shop in Xiacheng District, one silver coin was more than enough.
In the streets and alleys, there are open swords and hidden arrows, cursed poisons, and cursed cultists are using all kinds of tricks, but they don't understand that the more they use the power of shadow, the less they can harm Carlos.
In Carlos's vision filled with holy light, the traces of shadows were invisible.
However, this is the terrible thing about the Lich King.
Soon, an innocent young boy ran towards Carlos holding a bomb with a lit fuse. A "good Samaritan" gave him a copper coin and asked that the "fireworks" be given to Carlos first.
"Uncle, give it."
The child smiled happily.
"Thank you."
Carlos suppressed his anger.
Physical bomb disposal method - broken.
Carlos used his tall body to shield the child tightly, placed the bomb behind his back and crushed it with one hand to reduce the explosion damage.
The terrifying weapon that could have reduced the three-story wooden house to dust ended up leaving nothing but black marks on Carlos's blouse.
Patting the child again who was so frightened by the loud noise that he collapsed on the ground, Carlos quickly left.
Only staying away from these innocent citizens is the best protection for them.
As for Meili Dongfeng...
It doesn't seem to need protection.
In this way, Carlos no longer deliberately killed the cursed cultists, but used his extremely high mobility to escape from the encirclement.
Although the Lich King can always know Carlos's movements one step ahead, the Curse Cultists do not have the same mobility as Carlos.
What's the point of hostages?
Of course, it is to use moral and emotional restraints on those who care.
I won't listen to your nonsense, so how can you threaten me?
When Carlos took the initiative to break down doors and walls to take shortcuts, it was difficult for the curse cultists to do so.
In this way, Carlos finally arrived at the old blind tailor shop.
"His Majesty Carlos, just go ahead and capture him. If you don't want this innocent old man... ugh!"
Before the masked man in black could finish speaking, the old blind man he was holding had his neck broken.
"Meili Dongfeng?"
Carlos asked confused.
After all, the old man with a ruddy complexion and long breathing in front of him doesn't look like an undead.
"I mean, who would be so bored as to kidnap an old blind man? It turns out that the alliance's generalissimo is in trouble. Just do it, kid."
The old man who had been rolling his eyes and pretending to be blind moved his eyes, revealing his dim pupils. He took out a pair of glasses from the sewing basket and put them on himself, as if the old god was there.
"Modra didn't explain it to you?"
"No, she just set off the emergency contact beacon to notify me that something happened. Tell me, young Your Majesty, is there anything you need help from my old bones?"
"Help me disappear from the eyes of the Lich King."
"What?"
Before Carlos returned, Ner'zhul conducted a global broadcast, and all mages who passed the threshold heard his call, so Carlos felt that there was no need to explain to Merry Winterwind who the Lich King was.
"If you don't want Lordaeron to become a dead city, you'd better act quickly."
After Carlos said this, he and Meri Dongfeng focused their attention in one direction at the same time.
Moments later, fire swept through the neighborhood.
It's an alchemical bomb.
"His Majesty Carlos, my century-old store..."
"Your Excellency Meili Dongfeng, the value of the gem you just used can buy a hundred old blind stores."
"Cultural values are different."
At the top of the bell tower about three thousand meters away, Merry Winter Wind, who felt the high-energy reaction, accurately teleported Carlos and him. This teleportation spell that demonstrated his strength made Carlos no longer doubt his identity.
As for the Lich King's prying eyes, that no longer exists.
Whether it was soul spells or arcane shielding, if it was just him and Carlos, Merry Winter Wind could shield them all.
This is the confidence of a great magician who has been single for thousands of years.
Strong, no explanation.
"Are you sure the Lich King can no longer track me?"
Carlos asked again, hoping for a positive answer.
"I'm sure it's just a soul wave scan. Those little guys who have switched to elemental spells may have a headache, but our batch of old bones are no strangers to the tricks commonly used by demons. Don't worry, as long as you are within ten meters of me, Inside, that ice monster can’t see you.”
Meili Dongfeng shook his head and finished speaking, then suddenly laughed to himself.
"Haha, it has become an old blind man."
"You're so witty."
Carlos was talking, but what he was thinking about was how strange the old man's smile was.
"Okay, I've laughed enough. What did you just say about Lordaeron turning into a dead city?"
Meili Dongfeng asked seriously.
Carlos looked up at the rising sun and breathed a sigh of relief.
"There is still time, please take me to meet someone."
"Who? [Net]"
"Mrs. Charity Farina."
"I do not recognize."
Carlos was so shocked by Merry Winter Wind that he forgot to breathe for a moment.
"Ten meters, ten meters."
"Oh oh oh oh, this means, hey, I have been dead for too long and my brain is not working well."
