He was blessed. Havice bent lower. Thank you.
The plan will be carried out step by step, and we will remove all possible obstacles from the rest of the kingdom, so that the arrival of the Lord will be very good
So will the creator come?
Mannoroth gave him a big smile big enough to swallow the counselor. Oh, it was when the night elf’s main world was clean. Sargeras wanted to come here very much. He would want to come very much.
Ronin’s mouth and nose are stuffed with grass.
At least he thinks these are grass and tastes like grass, although he doesn’t have much experience in this field. This smell reminds him of the times when the fields tasted more flat and Wenleisa was together.
He sat up hard, and the night came, and the moon shone. He was lying in a sparse forest, and Ronin pricked up his ears, but he didn’t hear the sound of Wen World. He suddenly immersed himself in another era, which brought him fear, but the mage soon remembered what had just happened. His spell sent him here, and he tried his best to escape the devil and suck his magic. In the process, his life was also exhausted.
But it was at the same time, so where is he now? The surrounding environment has not given any hints. He may be a few miles away or on the other side of the world.
In the latter case, can he return to Kalimdor? He hopes that Krasus is still somewhere and alive, and the mage wants to help them with the help of his former teacher before he can go home.
Ronin hesitated, trying to decide which direction to take. He had to know where it was at least.
The sound behind him in the forest made him turn around and his hand was always ready to cast a spell.
A heavy figure appeared.
Relax, Master. I’m Blockx here.
Ronin let go warily. The huge orc lumbered over, still holding Malfurion’s demigod. He designed the axe.
The thought of the night elf Ronin looking around and asking, Are you alone?
I was the only one before I saw you. I made a lot of noises. You are such a big noise.
The mage looked over the orc and didn’t care. He laughed at me. I was thinking about Malfurion. He was near me when I cast the spell. You were dragged into the spell, so he was already in it.
He scratched his ugly head. He didn’t see the night elf or the hellbeast.
The mage shivers. Of course, he hopes that when he runs away, he will not meet those monsters again. Think about where we may be now.
Woods forest
Ronin was angry at this answer, but he soon realized that there was nothing better to answer. I was going to go that way, and he pointed to him as he said, Do you think the East is a better idea?
Can we wait until dawn? It looks clearer, and the night elves don’t have the sun. Although this is also important, Ronin doesn’t feel comfortable waiting for dawn, so he told his companions so.
Blockx surprised him and nodded in agreement. It’s better to go, mage. He shrugged his shoulders and said whatever you think.
When they sent it, Ronin thought of a question he needed to ask. Blockx, how did you get here? I have no exact location. Of course I know this. How did you get here?
At first, the orc kept his mouth shut, but later he told the mage Ronin to listen to his story and carefully hide his emotions. Like others, the orc veteran, his unlucky partner was behind Krasus Ronin, but then he met something unusual.
Do you know what devoured us?
Blockx shrugged again. It was the sorcerer’s spell. The bad spell sent us far away from home.
It may be further than you think, considering that Blockx knows the truth and doesn’t care what Krasus thinks, Ronin decided to tell him what happened.
To the mage’s surprise, Blockx seems to be ready to accept his story. Only after Ronin thought about the history of orcs did he realize that orcs had crossed from another world. A spell that can send people back to the past can only do so much.