Looking at this cold gaze, Kelthuzad felt the long-lost coldness suddenly spread to his whole body. His heart tightened and immediately came back from the shock of witnessing the miracle of time with his own eyes, and he was about to cast a spell to get rid of the danger.

As the spell model took shape in his mind, Kel Thujad was surprised to find that the mana in his body did not respond at all. The spell model constructed with mental power was lonely and could not be cast at all.

"What?" Kelthuzad couldn't help but feel shocked. Although his body was completely different from the human body in the past, he could still clearly feel that the essence of the Sun Well flowed along the blood vessels between his bones, bringing him endless magic.

This is the powerful magic power that was stolen from the sun well. It is the essence of a special magic source that has been precipitated for more than 6,800 years. It is also the fundamental reason why Kel Thuzad has reached the limit of legend.

The essence of the Sunwell changed his essence, replacing the undead energy and mana power infused by the psychic technique in the body, making him the most special and powerful lich in the Scourge, no doubt.

But at this time, the connection between Kel Thujad and the essence of the Sunwell in his body was completely cut off. In other words, he had lost the spell casting ability that a mage relies on for his body.

Looking at Varimassas on the side, he used to launch an escape spell when the illusion turned his eyes to this side, and turned into countless bats and fled in scattered space. However, under the lingering sand, the space around him was covered by a force field, and the flow rate of time inside seemed to have become extremely slow. After so long, the bats transformed by Varimassas had not even flew out a few meters away.

In a very short time, countless ways to escape flashed through Kel's Thujad's thoughts, but they were all denied one by one.

In this unheard of time spell constraints and his own casting ability is deprived, there is no means to allow him to escape successfully.

At this point, he no longer had much hope for retaining this extremely precious body.

Thinking of this in my heart, the lich did not panic.

For Kel Thujad, a short-term death is not terrible. As long as the soul bin is kept in a safe place, his subordinates can resurrect themselves through various means.

Only the forbidden existence of this forbidden priest who seeks knowledge and is so eager to contact the Lich King that it is likely to make him doomed and eventually becomes a lich cannot let go of the time spell that the other party has mastered, what kind of existence is it!

The impact this brought him was far more shocking than when the Lich King taught him a large amount of undead knowledge, and completely subverted his understanding of the world.

Throughout history, no origin power can involve the realm of time, whether it is the secret method or the evil power, no matter the holy light or the power of nature.

This is not a level that ordinary people can achieve.

With just one illusion projection of the other party, he has the power to bind a group of legendary powers and incorporate the vast space into his own control. How powerful should the original body ten thousand years ago?

If the other party lives to this day - no, time has no meaning to such an existence.

Kelthuzad found in some frustration that the so-called eternal life he had obtained at the expense of himself was as ridiculous as the primitive man who snatched up a handful of lake water under the moonlit night, but said that he had picked up the moon.

He spread his mental power and tried to analyze the spell structure of quicksand all over his body. Even though he knew it was difficult for him to discover the mystery, even if only a few small gains were valuable than anything.

Knowledge... is always an existence that he flocks to.

While his mental power spread, Kelthuzad tried his best to raise his head and look at the illusion in the air.

The tall and thin figure covered by yellow sand was floating quietly, allowing the lich to explore the spell composition of quicksand, without caring about the Varimasas who was about to escape, as if he was looking at two insignificant insects.

After a while, when Varimasas finally escaped from the force field and disappeared rapidly in the forest, the illusion raised the flames and slashed gently without any rush or slowness.

There was no sword light and sword shadow, and no fireworks, making people feel no threat. Kelthuzad's body began to be annihilated inch by inch. During the death process, the lich let out a painful ponder, and at the extremely slow time, it dragged into a deep long sound.

The founder of the Curse Sect, who defeated a group of legendary powerful lichs, the most powerful assistant under Ner's men, and the culprit of the spread of the Lordaeron plague, disappeared silently, leaving only a little dust on the spot, and there was also dark unknown substances mixed with the sunlight, reflecting a very strange light.

When his consciousness woke up in the soul-subscribed box under the protection of Lordaeron's capital, Kelthuzad was shocked to find that a lingering magic mark had been stamped on his soul...

"Master..." Kelthuzad called out the Lich King in the spiritual link. He was very sure that the latter must have seen everything that had just happened with his own eyes.

But time passed by minute by minute, and the Lich King had not responded.

...

The tall and thin figure reached out and grabbed it, retracting the remaining essence on Kel's Thujad's body back into his hand. After closing his eyes for a moment, a magic light flashed in his palm, as if he had cast some magic spell. The originally mottled dust immediately became crystal clear, showing a golden luster.

Then he picked up the dust and blew it in front of his face and gently blew it. The golden dust suddenly floated away, and was led by the spell to fly towards Quel'thalas in the northeast, leaving a colorful trail in the air.

"Where we come from, we will naturally send it back." The tall and thin figure murmured, his eyes following the dust floating in the air, looking towards the direction of the Sun Well, he suddenly felt in a daze.

At this time, the reorganization of corpses continued on the battlefield below.

Angma was slightly panting, and activate the flame strike, or summoning this illusion from ten thousand years ago, almost exhausting his energy. The scene that happened now also surprised and happy. The flame strike was so magical that it exceeded his expectations.

After getting rid of the critical situation that was almost occupied by Sylvanas, there was a voice that guided Angma to activate and reserve it on according to specific spells, and spent thousands of years with this artifact.

A magical artifact and an illusion destroyed the natural disaster troops and rewritten the entire battle situation.

Golden light flowed out from the storm of the flames in the hands of the tall and thin illusion, and divided into thousands of threads, poured into the corpses on the battlefield. When you look closely, you can find that these threads are made of yellow sand. Whenever a ray of quicksand flows out of the short sword, the light on the sword fades, as if the magic power from the Well of Eternity is about to be exhausted.

Angma saw Drektal standing up in the yellow sand, the totem fragments that pierced his chest disappeared, and the terrifying wound slowly recovered. After a moment, the blood disappeared, and even the clothes returned to their original state. The old orc touched the disappearing wound, stared at the illusion in the air, and was so surprised that he could not speak.

The seriously injured Tyrio and Moglani escaped from the ice and were rolled up by yellow sand, and returned to their original state. The two looked at their hands, then at the army of undead that had disappeared, and looked at each other in disbelief...

On the battlefield, there are many powerful men, soldiers, rangers or mages who can't be called, and those who can't be called will die for life.

The flame strike is obviously limited in magic, and less than one-third of the people who resurrected using methods that amazed Angma. Moreover, the selection of the target of resurrection seems to have been determined, and it is not indiscriminate to only those who are strong. Some epic strong men who seem to be most helpful to the battle situation have not been given the chance to be resurrected.

When I saw dozens or hundreds of more special undead spirits resurrected under the action of time spells, including some early death knights of natural disasters killed by Tirio, who were sent off the battlefield by quicksand after their lives, Angma understood everything in his heart.

From the perspective of time and history, only those individuals who are about to have a profound impact on future generations are worthy of resurrection. From this point of view, the position of the tall and thin figure is not limited to the camp, but is more like a true transcendent who has a look at the overall situation.

Angma only knew that according to the original historical trajectory, these death knights would be regarded as abandoned sons and eventually gain freedom. Driven by hatred against the Lich King, they became an important force against the Scourge Legion. Today's history has changed. Since the tall and thin figure chose to resurrect them, it means that no matter what the process is, these early death knights will eventually embark on their original fate and become the enemy of the Lich King again.

In other words, the purpose of the Lord's Messenger behind the Fiery Strike is not to resurrect these people, but to ensure the future timeline process, running according to what he expected, or in other words, without accidental interference.

Angma looked up at the tall and thin back not far away.

When thinking about the tomb of Tyr, who helped him and his group fight back the Eternal Dragon and saved them from the fate of being buried by the tomb, Angma couldn't help but wonder, could he also learn about the future, or had any contact with his future self?

Angma had all the uncertain future, under the actions of the other party, and felt a sense of being bound by living in the shackles of fate.

After thinking about it carefully, from the recasting of the flame strike to the participation of this battle, everything seemed to have been seen by this "tall and thin figure" ten thousand years ago. It seemed that all kinds of coincidences were just stuck at a critical time node.

As the light of the flames dimmed, the quicksand that permeated the battlefield gradually disappeared. The illusions in the air became more and more illusory, and they seemed to be dissipated just like the realm of time.

At the end, the tall and thin figure no longer looked into the distance. When she turned around, the quicksand flowed slowly around her body, revealing her true appearance.

The same tall and thin body, the same young face...

"Hello, I have something to say to you."

Another Angma said to Angma.
Chapter completed!