The leader Varimasas narrowed his eyes, as if he had thought for a while, and after a moment he raised a hand, the demons and the undead troops who had been slowly pressing down immediately stopped in place, and looked at the coalition forces from a distance dozens of meters away.

Angma supported the ground with her elbow and supported her upper body. As soon as she got up, a sense of alertness suddenly arose in her heart.

Through the gaps in the crowd, his eyes swept through the terrifying existence that was spying on him. In the uncovered greed in the devil's eyes, there was still a deep look of fear.

“Varimasas,”

“Banazar,”

"Desai Locke."

Angma recited the names of the three demons in his heart, and then looked at the lich who was suspended behind the three fear demon kings, with four rune chains wrapped around the body. The lich was respectful but neither humble nor arrogant, and his whole body was slowly emitting a breath of death and coldness to the outside. It was obvious that his magic power had reached a certain level.

Although there were many lichs behind him, all of whom were powerful resurrection casters, the moment when his eyes were locked on this most special lich, the energy of the Sunwell and the essence of the Holy Tree in Angma's body flowed rapidly, as if conveying some kind of strong hostility to him.

For the Well of the Sun, there was only one "person" that made her so angry. She was one of the six most maverick members of the parliament in Dalaran during her lifetime, but eventually fell into the darkness...

Kelthuzad.

While Angma was observing Kel Thuzad, the other party was also observing him.

Unlike the thoughts conveyed by the eyes of the Demon King of Fear, the Lich just looked at Angma quietly, looking extremely calm. Kel Thuzad must have known through the spiritual link with the Lich King that his master's attempt to occupy Angma had failed.

Angma glanced lightly at the fearful devil and lich in the distance.

If it were before, facing such a terrifying existence, Angma would only sigh that Azeroth is not to be underestimated. It would make anyone feel insignificant and powerless. She lamented that she had too little time and poor talent, and could not master the power of the mysterious magic that ordinary people could not understand in their entire lives to gain transcendent power.

But now...

He stroked the hilt of the sword strike of the flames, recalling the shock brought to himself by the touch that had spanned thousands of years.

The hilt of the sword wrapped in magic cloth that has not been corrupt for ten thousand years has emitted a burst of warmth.

Azeroth's magnificent fantasy is indeed far beyond Angma's imagination. A soul born in this world, due to its unique characteristics, could make a subversive change to its solid and abnormal timeline.

No one has such a talent.

He once thought that the bronze dragon that maintains the normal operation of the timeline would erase any time traveler as soon as possible. Even if such a thing does not happen, the inertia of history cannot be reversed by one's own efforts...

But he found that he was wrong, and both cognitions were wrong. He was not a simple time traveler, and history was by no means unreversible.

When a soul that did not belong to this world was born as the high elf "Angma Morning Star", the wheel of history had deflected. Everything about him was incorporated into a timeline full of endless possibilities, but would only drive along the established trajectory.

Change was destined as early as the beginning of his birth in this world.

"Soul, time..." Angma slowly stood up as he savored the meaning of these two words.

"'You' gave me a good start, but the 'you' was enlightened by another 'self' ten thousand years ago... So, when did this cycle begin?"

The cycle of time and death cycles are like fog, gradually occupying Angma's thoughts.

What he did and the possibilities in the future had long been firmly limited by the only certain timeline, giving him a feeling that his destiny was destined and he was shackled, and he felt that he was shackled and everything was boring.

Angma once again remembered the trip to Tyr's tomb several months ago, the figure covered in the sand of time. Before leaving, his meaningful gaze still vividly remembered Angma.

He could not understand the deep meaning in the eyes, but he vaguely felt that it might be some kind of expectation.

The movement of Angma getting up attracted the attention of Itonis, who had been by his side.

"Angma three seats?"

Itonis turned around and seemed that the magician was not in good condition. It was obviously caused by the excessive consumption of magic power in succession battles. He looked at Angma silently, hiding the scrutiny and suspicion in his eyes very well, but his right hand in his cuff was holding the spell seal of the instant attack spell.

Just as the mage asked, Lothama and Leaderine also noticed the situation here, exchanged their eyes, and walked towards Angma. The palm of his hand did not leave the weapon at his waist for a moment, forming a slight angle to surround him in the center, and the other hand kept gestured to his subordinates behind him.

Lothama winked, and Leadlin pulled out the weapon and put it on Angma's neck with a blink of an eye, and then began to deliver sacred energy into his body.

When he woke up, he was held by his own knife. Angma was a little amused and crying, but he also knew that the few of them were watching Sylvanas enter his body, and it was impossible not to be unaware of it, so he let Shi Wei.

After more than ten seconds, Leadline's tense face soothed slightly, and she retracted her weapon and nodded to Rothema beside her.

Lothama breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Angma's eyes and said apologizing: "Sorry, I must confirm that you are not under the control of that...banshee. Okay, go back to your combat position."

As soon as the two commanders spoke, a group of people nearby put down their weapons, bowed to Angma and turned back to their respective positions.

"Get out of here and go to the back to restore your mana. The next battle is no longer something you can intervene." Leaderin said softly, put Queldra back to her waist, and walked towards the formation with Lothema.

Angma looked around for a while, and the battle in the distance continued. Even in the defensive positions under the wall of Greymann, even further away, were in full swing. It was impossible to tell which side had the upper hand, and the entire battlefield was in chaos.

At the center of this battle, all the top coalition forces gathered here, leading hundreds of elite troops from all races, who were ready to bear the impact and fight to the death with the enemy. Both sides obviously had the advantage of the demons, regardless of the number of legendary strong men or the total number of troops, but the three-headed fearful demon king did not give orders for a long time.

The central area of ​​this battlefield has thus fallen into a strange stagnation, and no one wants to launch an attack first.

Until Angma relieved the flames from his waist.

One of the fearful demon kings changed his expression. He hurriedly took two steps back and subconsciously raised his arms to block them in front of him. He found that the expected attack had not arrived, so he looked at each other with the other two eyes.
Chapter completed!