Buzz!

Angma waved his right hand quickly, and the flames made a pleasant buzzing sound, as if it had torn apart the space, leaving a fiery red line in the air.

The figures of dozens of ghouls surrounding them suddenly stagnated. With the sound of shattering, cracks began to appear on their rotten bodies. Soon, blazing flames gushed out from it.

boom……

With a series of explosions, the dozens of ghouls instantly turned into gorgeous fireworks under the night. When the broken limbs and broken arms were swallowed up by the extremely high temperature flames, the last traces they left in this world were only shallow pits caused by explosions.

Angma took the flame strike back to his waist and breathed a few breaths.

"Three seats, there are no more undead around."

The breathless Quinthas stepped forward and said, his palm still filled with the glory of simple detection spells.

It seems that after experiencing a big battle, this high-level elite mage is already a little overwhelmed.

The mages behind Angma all breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground. Some people pulled out the bottle of mana potion and drank it all, or took out the dried meat and chewed it. For the mage, eating some "snacks" after the battle was not to restore physical strength, but to relieve the burden on the spirit caused by too much concentration during the casting process, and it was just to relax.

The magic breakers who acted with the mage took on the task of vigilance when the mage was regaining their energy. While wiping the rotten blood of the undead on the curved blade, they kept scanning the night sky where they could not see their fingers.

This is a mixed team, composed of more than a dozen elite mages led by Angma, and two teams, a total of thirty-two magicians. There are seven or eight mixed patrol teams like this, responsible for performing alert tasks on the periphery when Ronin and a group of mages survey the space cracks.

It has been three days since I returned to the ruins of Dalaran.

That night, with an excellent surprise attack, a thousand of the most elite soldiers of all races killed the undead entrenched in the ruins of Dalaran and successfully established a forward base in the ruins.

Under the leadership of Ronin, who is most familiar with the space rift, the mages began a feasibility study on the opening of the cross-planet portal. A large number of magical equipment was transported from Quelthalas. In order to welcome Prince Kelthas back, the blood elves almost emptied all the esoteric books on the principles of space spells collected in the Royal Court Library of Silver Moon City.

For many years, no one has tried to open a portal that spans the boundless darkness and connects the two worlds together. Because the relevant spell models and spell principles are not as mature as those in later generations, such a feat is unprecedented.

Medivh obviously didn't count. Even this guardian dared not say he was sure to open such a portal. The one who taught Gul'dan relevant knowledge and worked together to open the door of darkness was Sargeras who controlled Medivh, not Medivh himself.

The blood elves also organized a team of scholars to go to the Dark Gate in the south to investigate to gain experience. But as everyone has long known, this trip finally returned without success. The Dark Gate has been closed for twelve years, and the most brilliant exploration spell cannot reversely restore the spell model that has long been destroyed with time.

Time passed day by day, and it was difficult to open the portal. According to Luo Ning, opening the portal requires the joint efforts of the two world mages. Before he returned, the Dalaran mages and Prince Kelthas were looking for corresponding solutions.

But before that, both sides must first use the mutual induction between the three moon crystals to establish a newsletter to communicate the details of this complex spell construction process, and indicate the position mark of the planet Drano for Azeroth.

Now we can't even establish communications, let alone opening the portal.

Compared with later generations, Azeroth is still too backward today, especially in the magic path.

As far as Angma knows, there are only the god-like races like Titans, the Naru clan, and the Draenei who were several generations ahead of Azeroth.

Although Angma is very confident in Azeroth, this planet that breeds star souls is probably the most special existence in the universe. From the time of the First War, Azeroth was still very backward, but after decades, he had the strength of the counterattack Burning Legion, this development speed is enough to prove that Azeroth is the extraordinary intelligence of the mortal races one by one.

Opening the cross-planet portal is difficult, but it is by no means an unachievable goal. With time, if you gather the power of many magic masters, this matter will inevitably be a great success.

But where did Angma wait for that time?

The outer realm was still occupied by the Burning Legion headed by the Abyss Lord Matheridon, which was very dangerous. Even though he had already met with the son of Lothar and was in the relatively safe ruins of Shatas, there was Naru like Adal, who was surrounded by him, and Angma was also worried about the safety of Prince Kelthas.

Fighting is definitely indispensable. Before Illidan defeated Matheridon in official history, demons can be said to be everywhere in the foreign land.

What Angma most wanted to see was that the prince was in an environment filled with members of the Burning Legion.

Although the prince's depravity in official history is due to the weak power of his tribe and his desire to completely solve the devil's addiction, judging from the current situation of the blood elves, the prince no longer has the fundamental reason for his depravity.

But Angma couldn't guarantee that his judgment must be correct.

What if the root cause of the prince's depravity lies in his desire for powerful power rather than being so noble? In this world, there are not just ways to make people become stronger instantly, but there is no such thing as it comes faster and more direct than evil.

If the root cause of the fall is really an internal cause, then will the prince have been in contact with the demon who controls evil energy in the external world for a long time, and as his understanding gradually deepens, will he become curious about this energy that he had not known in the past? Then he will go astray step by step and repeat the same mistakes in official history?

Angma hopes this is just an unsuccessful imagination.

Thinking of this, he suddenly realized a problem-

How could Naru Adal appear in the ruins of Shatas? Kardga shouldn't! In his early years, Drano was torn apart by Neozu's reckless cross-planet portal, and the latter was rescued by Adal who was riding on a spaceship storm fortress. It was not until the 24th year of the Hellmen that he would return to the outer realm with him under the call of the Delaney people...

But now it is 21 years old in the Black Gate calendar.

Could it be that the butterfly effect of Dalaran's battle, Prince Kelthas, Kenry asked several members of the six-member parliament and a group of generals of various races to the outside world, causing the timeline to change?

After a while, a guess arose in Angma's heart.

Could it be that the Draenei leader Villen, who was hiding in the deep mountains and forests, saw so many like-minded allies appearing, and realized the possibility of attacking the Temple of Karapo (the Temple of Darkness), expelling Matheridon from the outer land and regaining his homeland, and then sent a message to Naru Adal in advance, which led to his journey to the outer land in advance?

There is really this possibility.

So say...

Angma's expression suddenly became a little exciting. Will Matheridon be defeated before Illidan arrives? Or after Illidan arrives in the outer realm, he chooses to become allies with the Draenei, the Blood Elves and the Dalarans to attack the Dark Temple together because of his same position?

This possibility is not without it.

Angma shook her head and sighed, the timeline is really not a chessboard. At the Dalaran summit in the past, Medivh said to him so well.

Any subtle changes may trigger a series of unforeseen results, making the ruts of history farther and farther, until they embark on a completely different path from the official history.

The unique pleasant sound of the spell casting process coming from behind him interrupted his meditation. He turned around and found that Quinthas had led his men to conduct a reconnaissance. With the joint efforts of the four, complex magic runes were constantly emerging in the air. The sprinkled light covered the nearby land with a layer of blue light.

Angma cleared his messy thoughts, sighed, and turned his gaze to the ruins of Dalaran in the distance.

The hilly slopes northeast of Dalaran have a good view. Thanks to the outstanding vision of the elves, Angma can see the scene of Dalaran's ruins even in the middle of the night.

The bright moonlight shone the ruins of Dalaran under the night sky, and the broken bricks and tiles crystallized by magic explosions seemed to be accusing the crimes of war.

The sky is full of stars and lights are echoing on the ground.

Ten kilometers north of the ruins is a military camp surrounded by log walls, with hundreds of tents inside. The burning braziers in the military camp are very eye-catching on nights with good visibility. You can also vaguely see many soldiers patrolling outside the military camp with torches.

That is the coalition's advance base located in the ruins of Dalaran.

The forward base is still under construction. At this time, only the north defense facilities are the most complete. A trench is backed by the wall, and the side facing the enemy is standing with sharpened wooden thorns. Almost all the remaining directions are empty, and the wall is intermittent.

There was no way. As early as when Dalaran was still alive, the dwarves almost cut down all the trees around them to establish a defensive position in the east of the city.

If the raid troops wanted to obtain wood, they would get five or six kilometers west of the city to cut down, and they also faced the problem of insufficient manpower. It would be good to build the base in three days.

At this time, the coalition forces should have finished resting and were carrying tools and building materials to come here from the Kingdom of Gilness. Soon, this forward base can become a real military camp, which will serve as the forefront to defend against the Hillsbrad hills when various member states of the coalition forces increased their troops and deployed the Hillsbrad hills.

The evening breeze is blowing, and as spring enters, the change in the direction of the monsoon has brought a slight smell of salty and moisture into the air.

This is blown by the breeze from the sea to the south. In another ten days and half a month, the plains in which Dalaran is located, and even the entire Hillsbrad hills, will enter the rainy season.

Angma took a deep breath, squinted her eyes and savored her carefully, and took a long breath after a while.

He knows this land very well, even no less than his hometown.

During the days of studying at Faserlin College, almost all students spent their time in the library and magic practice rooms, and rarely went out of the college to appreciate the scenery of Suncity Island, which is like spring.

Angma is no exception.

It’s a pity that the Austral Method values ​​talent the most.

To apply the famous saying from the previous life, a genius of the mage is 99% sweat and one percent talent. But that 1% talent is much more important than 99% sweat.

Angma was enlightened when she was young. After twenty years of hard practice, she was just an elite mage. Diligence cannot make up for the lack of talent. If it weren't for the opportunity of Sas Ala, the holy tree, and the opportunity to enter the epic field, it would probably have been decades later.

And those talented and dazzling geniuses such as Kardag and Kelthas, all of whom were as talented as Angma, had won the epic field with their unique talent. The number of spells they mastered and the research results were even more amazing.

If you just study hard and practice hard, you will get half the result with twice the effort. So after coming to Dalaran, including the days when you were a consultant, Angma, who saw this, had more time left to traveling.

In three years, Angma's footsteps have spread throughout Dalaran and its surrounding areas. It can be said that he has measured the vastness of this magnificent magic capital with his own steps.

A small fishing village on the south bank of Lake Ambemill, an Ambermill surrounded by mountains, a shanty town in the south of the city was formed by poor people who provided cleaning work for Dalaran but could not afford the rent in the city...

He knew this land very well.

The Otlank Mountains in the west and the Lordamir Lake in the north. Whenever the sun shines on a clear day, the magnificent Dalaran is still located in the middle. This large plain has become a rare beauty in the north. I don’t know how many travelers who have passed by stop and feel emotion.

If the war has not come, perhaps the civilians who live and work here will immediately feel the gift of the holy light and laugh out loud when they smell the salty and wet breeze.

Because the wind blows in early spring means that there will be no less rain in spring. The water vapor blowing from the sea will be concentrated due to the obstruction of mountains in the east and west directions, bringing precious rain to the Tirisfa region of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

The first thing to enjoy this gift of nature is the Dalaran Plain, which has the most unique terrain. The precipitation here is often several times that of the north.

The next year will be a good harvest year.

What's more, the rare heavy snow fell strangely this year, and many parts of the Dalaran Plain are still covered with a layer of snow blanket.

Angma remembers that there was a farming proverb in his previous life that said well...

Auspicious snow indicates a good harvest.

The scenario of bumper harvests but not harvests is not present in Azeroth, at least in humans. Excessive population fertility rates have led to the need for food crops that will always remain high. Perhaps bumper harvests will cause prices to decline, but in general, farmers who get several times the harvest will still make a big profit.

Even if the agricultural products are unsold in the Hillsbrad Hills, trade caravans from other countries will come to hear the news and buy all their endless food at an acceptable price.

But with the invasion of the Burning Legion, all this no longer exists.

"Maybe in a few decades, the scenery of the past will be reproduced here."

Angma sighed rarely, and was about to ask Quinthas for the result of his spell exploration when he heard the rushing footsteps coming from behind him.

A magic breaker came over panting and saluted Angma with an excited expression on his face, and said loudly: "Three Seals, we have contacted His Highness the Prince! Contact us!!!"

"Continue to carry out the alert mission!"

Angma was ecstatic and said something to Quinthas and others, and immediately activated the teleportation spell and disappeared from the spot.

This chapter has a lot of words, because it involves a lot of history, so it is not divided into two chapters to avoid affecting the reading experience.
Chapter completed!