"The young people today are really amazing."
It’s no wonder that Merry Dongfeng wasn’t familiar with Carlos. He had only returned to the Eastern Kingdom to live in seclusion in Lordaeron seven years ago.
In fact, the old mage was absent from the entire war between humans and orcs.
Because of the destruction of the Council of Tirisfal.
Now Aegwynn Medina knows that it was the guardian Medivh controlled by Sargeras' soul fragment who destroyed the Parliament of Tirisfal, but at the time, no one knew this cruel truth.
As a "survivor", Meili Dongfeng shouldered the responsibility of finding out the truth.
However, the blackened Medivh did it too neatly, and Merry Dongfeng couldn't find any clues at all.
So the old mage traveled across the sea to Kalimdor, Gadgetzan, and the Cave of Time to find the bronze dragon.
Travel through time and space, act as a hero, save the world, and be fooled miserably.
After learning the truth about the destruction of the Council of Tirisfal, Merry Winterwind was furious.
I borrowed the staff from Alodi, pulled out the dusty battle robe from the ruins of the magic center, rummaged through the cabinets to piece together a magical outfit and hit Karazhan...
Medivh has been away from Azeroth for five years.
Five years...
Guardian, is this your escape route?
There is nowhere to vent the anger, and no one to express the resentment in the chest.
You can't just pull Aegwynn out and spank him.
As a result, Aegwin actually came to the door.
Rebuilding the Council of Tirisfal cannot be delayed.
Merry Winterwind was appointed at the critical moment. How come I, an old man, suddenly became the honorary speaker of the Parliament of Tirisfal? Doesn't this seem a bit official?
The result was that Merry Dongfeng was lurking in Lordaeron to raise supplies and distribute personnel, and here we are now in a blink of an eye.
Merry Dongfeng was a little surprised that Carlos actually let her leave.
The rulers of mankind, those kings and lords, most often call "Suke Eirin" when they encounter difficulties.
Ah, me Meili Dongfeng is not Che Wanchu.
The rulers of mankind, those kings and lords, when they encounter difficulties, the most common cry is "Go and ask for the XX Archmage"!
For the same reason, while missing the entire war between humans and orcs, Merry Dongfeng also lost his most intuitive understanding of the Paladin.
Although my first impression of Carlos was not bad, I was not optimistic about him.
Especially thirty-seven against one, can you use the ice ring to gather monsters and blow the wind to slow down?
Merry Dongfeng, who had not gone far, was invisible and eavesdropped on the conversation between Carlos and the Death Knight, and the artificial heart and lungs in his body began to beat rapidly.
When a macho man sheds tears, he is always sad.
But over the past thousand years, we have seen many joys and sorrows, and the old mage is not a hypocritical person.
Seeing that Carlos was not fake but really fierce, Merry Dongfeng left with peace of mind.
There were more important things for him to do.
Such as Poison Cloud.
Half of the Royal Guard was corrupted, and these elite human warriors turned into muddleheaded living corpses, plus skeleton soldiers and ghouls secretly mobilized by the Curse Cult, as well as a handful of death knights.
How long will it take for the Scourge, which totals less than 10,000 in number, to destroy the city of Lordaeron?
The answer is probably never.
The unrest in the city stems from fear of the unknown.
Although most of the guards in the city chose to stay put and let the panic amplify out of political "sensitivity", as I said before, there are actually 600,000 people in Lordaeron City out of one million people. Outside the city, the Menethil royal family still has a large number of troops that can be mobilized.
It is impossible for a mere 10,000 Scourge Legion to be lost in a fight with the restored Kingdom of Lordaeron.
But those plague poisons are different.
In this season, there is less wind, and the Lich King Ner'zhul is watching the city of Lordaeron again. The power of the Ice Throne affects the weather, and the poisonous cloud of plague is gradually filling the entire city.
Merry Dongfeng has been lurking in the city of Lordaeron for so long, not really to provide for his retirement.
With the help of arcane magic, the reborn Council of Tirisfal deployed thousands of invisible servants in Lordaeron.
Using these invisible magic servants, Merry Dongfeng had a clear insight into the development of the disaster.
If these poisonous clouds cannot be dispelled, the city is doomed.
The elite units of the Scourge tightly controlled the four city gates of Lordaeron, but deliberately opened a crack in the west gate. The residents of Lordaeron who were eager to escape were frantically creating an irrational tragedy of chaos and trampling.
The members of the Silver Dawn put on blouses with the organization's mark on them and divided them into two. One part attacked southward, trying to defeat the cursed cultists who controlled the city's defenses, while the other part struggled to advance towards the west gate.
If the gate cannot be opened, the number of innocent people who will die at the feet of one's own people will be no less than those massacred by the Scourge soldiers.
The people who lost their minds because of panic did not realize that they were like crabs in the same fish basket, madly hurting each other.
Those who can hear Ner'zhul's call are all powerful spellcasters. The weak are not worthy of listening to the Lich King's voice.
Merry Dongfeng didn't know how many human mages had succumbed to their desire for magic and joined the Scourge, but he knew that he was not a guardian, and he definitely didn't have the strength to surround them.
So the old mage sighed, with an inexplicable emotion like Aegwin's calculation.
Meili Dongfeng grabbed his back and took out a scroll that exuded magical aura.
What a dramatic coincidence, this is none other than the Maitri Scroll.
Back then in Southsea Town, Gul'dan created the first death knight. At that time, Carlos was still a normal human being, and it was only by relying on the Metrie Scroll that the trouble was settled.
Although Aegwynn did not take away this magical treasure at that time, after several exchanges of interests within Dalaran, the scroll eventually fell into the hands of Merry Winterwind.
As an old antique among humans and a living fossil in the mage world, Meili Dongfeng naturally knew the origin of the treasure in his hand.
Meili Dongfeng's fingertips traced the mark of the seal scroll, and Meili Dongfeng's scroll moved in response and was suspended in mid-air.
"Old classmate, I need your help."
Meili Dongfeng sighed helplessly.
The Maitri Scroll is not the scroll that Maitri used, but the cage that seals Maitri's soul.
As one of the first generation members of the Top 100, Maitri possesses a very high talent for rune magic circles, and can even be said to be one of the most talented among the one hundred human magic apprentices.
However, she is inherently devoid of humanity.
Even Meili Dongfeng's ritual of transforming the undead was based on the documents Meili left behind.
Therefore, why the soul of such a mage was sealed is simply a question that cannot be explored deeply.
This time, the weapon spirit of Meitri Scroll did not confront Meili Dongfeng, but responded to his request readily.
In an instant, a huge and repeated torrent of arcane magic spurted out from the Meitri Scroll, relying on the trajectory of magic to carve the void.
Such a distinct magic reaction naturally attracted the attention of the Lich King.
"Mage, surrender to the Scourge and you will gain everything."
The Lich King didn't even use too many words to tease, and directly stuffed a lot of magic knowledge into Meri Dongfeng's mind.
Just like the godfather said - I want to give you benefits, and you can't refuse.
Is this the temptation those little ones experience?
Meili Dongfeng felt that his will was undergoing a great test. These new and strange knowledge...it was so tempting.
But the old mage, who had been single for more than a thousand years, finally completed this terrible spell with his own willpower.
Legion-level city-attack spell.
"Eternal winter!"
