Chapter 1030: ?World line changes

Until returning to Karazhan, Su Ming was still analyzing Khadgar the benefits of not looking at the explosion.
"Let’s not talk about protecting your eyesight. Think about it. You throw a Pyroblast technique, then look back confidently, and let the enemy turn into a pool of black ashes, ushering in unavoidable death. Isn’t it stylish?"
Su Ming hooked Khadgar's shoulder and walked downstairs, by the way, put a cigarette in his mouth and a bottle of wine in his hand.
Khadgar said otherwise in history, but Su Ming stepped in. He must be able to smoke and drink to burn his head in the future.
"Um...I don't know how to use Pyroblast." Khadgar scratched his head, having no idea of ​​the scene.
"Why are you so real? It seems that you still have to teach you from fights and limes. But you have mastered the instant technique of calming and calming, and it seems that you are still more talented in the arcane class."
Su Ming passed by the ballroom and took a few apples. All the golems in the exhibition hall were shut down. It seemed that Medivh had already arranged it before he left.
"But I have seen from the book that some monsters will change their elemental resistance. If they only master one type of magic, they will be restrained by that enemy, so I have to learn other magic." Khadgar really said The magic came, and he didn't want to learn any limes.
Su Ming nodded: "It is true. The Dire Maul has a kind of piranha, which can transform its own elemental resistance and even reflection magic. Those are all experimental products of the Syndra Wizard Society. By the way, Karazhan's enchantment Where are the recipes and recipes? Find out and I will take them away. Medivh won’t use it anyway."
Khadgar sighed deeply, he looked at Su Ming with pleading eyes: "Can Master Medivh really be saved?"
"His soul has disappeared in the star realm. There is only Sargeras in that body. If you have any softness towards him, you will be used by the devil immediately, and the world will be over." Su Ming smashed Khadgar's Naive thoughts.
Medivh is not impossible to save, but the price is too great.
And compared with Khadgar, Medivh's character is too awkward and difficult to control, so it's better to die temporarily.
Khadgar nodded sadly, the cigarette in his mouth and the moustache painted on his face drooped, and went to help Su Ming search for the formulas and drawings.
A few minutes later, the two walked out of Karazhan's tower, and the evening breeze roared in the canyon like a ghost, and then looked at the small town under the tower, the town was still very quiet.
"Teacher..." Khadgar felt a little wrong.
"Ah, just what you think. Go around, maybe there are survivors." Su Ming also knows that the possibility is unlikely. The residents here should be lying in the Tower of Shadows just like the people in the tower. Or hang it.
Khadgar eagerly went to the town to check it out, but as expected, the house was empty, and some people even had dinner on the table.
He was still unwilling to give up, searching every house like crazy, and the answer was the same.
Ten minutes later, when he returned to Su Ming, he held only a shabby-looking rag doll in his hand. It was dressed very carefully, wearing a hand-cut skirt.
"I don't understand, teacher, what is the benefit of the Burning Legion destroying each world?" Khadgar lowered his head, looked at the doll in his hand, and asked in a trembling voice.
"The Burning Legion wants to use fel energy to change the star soul of each planet, so that it uses worlds to form a deck against the Void Lord." Su Ming very calmly leaned on the street lamp pole in front of Karazhan and looked at the sky. Smoking, it looks like it is going to rain.
The cycle of life and death, in Azeroth, I don't know if there is that kind of cycle.
"Star Soul? Deck? Void Lord?" Khadgar slowly shook his head. He didn't understand those unfamiliar words. He only knew that his heart was full of anger, and the people in the town used to be very friendly to him. Khadgar also knew the owner of the doll.
But now, the doll is still there, and the little girl is gone.
"Some people like to use the world as chess pieces or cards to fight against their enemies. After all, there are no countless worlds in the vast universe, and the road is dark. If you don't kill the enemy, you will be killed by the enemy."
Su Ming took out a lighter and lit Khadgar's cigarette. Nicotine would help him stabilize his mood.
Probably today this is the first time Khadgar has seen so many dead people and so much darkness, it is not reasonable to relax.
Fortunately, he still hasn't collapsed, but he has shown potential.
"Then you are such a person?" Khadgar raised his head and put the doll in his bag. He still asked the question.
Su Ming smiled and patted Khadgar on the shoulder: "I will not give the enemy a chance to sit at the poker table. Magic often needs to rely on the energy of the world to drive, but swords will not."
"I understand, teacher, please teach me how to use weapons and how to become powerful." Khadgar finally recognized the status of death knell teacher. His eyes showed this. He knew who the biggest enemy was. And hatred also drove him to make a choice.
"It's easy to say, don't say anything else, swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, whip hammers, trousers, sticks, and abductee meteors. I can teach you what you want to learn." Su Ming nodded in relief, thinking Hatred is no big deal, as long as it is guided reasonably, it is a very powerful motivation.
"This... Teacher, you are actually a fighter, right?" Khadgar seemed to have discovered something, his eyes became sharp.
Su Ming knocked on his head: "Nonsense, I am the Supreme Mage, whoever says I am not a mage, I will slap his head into the chest, and now open a Stormwind Portal."
Khadgar rubbed his head grinningly, but he relaxed a lot.
The stern and intimate performance of the death knell made Khadgar more comfortable, as if this was what his teacher should feel in his mind.
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When Khadgar and Deathstroke arrived outside Stormwind Fortress~EbookFREE.me~ The Royal Guards had put the palace under total martial law, and the two were blocked from the door. Only through the cracks can you see the noisy inside, and one by one. They are all in a hurry, and their faces are extremely ugly.
"What happened?" Khadgar had a bad feeling.
"It seems that something important has happened. Look over there, those who can enter the cordon." Although Su Ming's armor is brightly colored, there is no problem wearing it to the streets in Azeroth.
The world line has changed a bit. It seems that when I entered Azeroth, some people felt it.
Looking along the teacher's fingers, Khadgar recognized those people. They were wearing white robes.
"It's Archbishop Alonthos Faor of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. He came to the North County Abbey to communicate between the two countries. Behind him is his student, Archbishop Benedictus of Stormwind." Khadgar worried about the teacher. I don’t know each other, so I introduced their identities: "Archbishop Faor is regarded as the incarnation of light. His power word is very powerful. Archbishop Benedictus is good at healing magic..."
"I can recognize them. You can think about it. It's midnight. Such a group of high-ranking priests entered Stormwind Fortress. The fortress is the king's palace. Who do you think is the problem?"
Su Ming induced Khadgar's thoughts and watched the young apprentice gradually turn pale.
"This...but I have to go in and tell them what happened to Karazhan."
Khadgar got up on tiptoe with some eagerness, crossed the wall of guards, and peered into the castle. Then he saw a young man flashing past the cordon, and he jumped to greet him. :
"Windsor! Here! Look here, my friend, let us in quickly."