Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 816: Possesion

Chapter 816: Possesion

I have thought about it countless times, if I could help Duke and repay the favor I owe to a human being, then I could die peacefully on the battlefield without having to owe anyone anything.

Who would have thought that he would be saved by Duke again and again? Now he had to shamelessly pretend to be a grandson surrounded by demons and endure humiliation.

The purpose is to return to ten thousand years later and report to Sar...

This humiliation may be completely meaningless.

Because once the devil finds out, he will Suraely die without a burial place.

Now Duke is so powerful that he has deceived so many demons even the most cunning commander of the Burning Legion, Kil’jaeden.

We can return to Azeroth soon!

What a hopeful ending this is!

Even though I was a member of the enemy camp and could not help much, they still chose to help me, gave me hope, and granted me the responsibility to go back and guide my people.

Duke! Duke, you are so generous—

How can I repay you?

As expected, only a great hero like you can be the leader who truly guides Azeroth into the future?

For some reason, Grom wanted to cry, but he smiled.

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Hahahahahahaha—"

The laughter was loud, unbridled and desolate!

Possessing the unique heroism of orcs.

They also have the rich emotions that humans should have.

And so, Grom spent almost the entire night without sleep.

The next morning, the Eredar Twins arrived.

The obvious explanation, of course, is that the Legion wants to snatch the Well of Eternity from those uncivilized, inferior races.

But what is in Azeroth and its connection to the Pantheon was not mentioned at all.

It was true that he didn’t leak out any words that should be said, and didn’t leak out any words that shouldn’t be said. Although he said some flattering words, saying that opening the portal would be an unprecedented achievement for the Legion, Duke knew that he was just a pawn exploring the way.

It’s good to get things done.

If it fails, it will only mean the loss of a non-Eredar lord.

There are four-digit lords in the Burning Legion, and one more or one less Duke won’t make any difference.

An hour later, in the center of the ancient Kalimdor continent on the planet Azeroth, a magnificent city was showing its infinite charm to the world in the night sky.

Even wind and rain cannot conceal the gorgeous brilliance of this city that shines into the distance.

Azshara - this was a great city closest to the Well of Eternity in ancient times.

The night elves used the power of the eternal well water to build the queen’s capital. Unlike Suramar, the high elves living in Azshara did not believe in the moon goddess Elune, but blindly worshipped the power of arcane.

For this reason, they gradually became alienated from nature. Demigods such as Cenarius and the ways of the druids were not welcome here. Magnificent city buildings and arcane magic were what the upper elves wanted. They believed that the power of magic could rule everything.

In Garhala, a great city some distance from Azshara. Although it does not have the tall and majestic forbidden palace of Azshara, it does not have the miraculous building that uses magic to combine stone and trees into one.

But what Galhara possessed was enough to keep all the elven druids in Suramar awake. On this stormy night, a mysterious atmosphere enveloped it. Those who knew its meaning did not dare to stare at the palace-like mage tower in the center of the city. People shifted their sights to avoid attracting the guards’ attention.

Around the Mage Tower, the guards were dressed in green armor, carrying spears and swords, and looked around carefully. They not only monitored whether there were any illegal intruders outside the city, but also paid special attention to the movements inside from time to time...especially the main tower. It seemed that they had sensed that an unpredictable mysterious force was brewing.

"Not enough! Absolutely not enough! You bunch of idiots, when will that great being come?" Xavius ​​is a powerful arcanist and a fanatic who is obsessed with the arcane and various mysterious powers.

Ten thousand years later, the forbidden experiments that were strictly prohibited by the night elves, high elves, and humans were not a problem at all at this point in time.

As a noble upper elf noble and the queen’s chief advisor, all of Xavius’ experiments were approved by the queen.

Under his leadership, the wizards of Garhara began a ritual to be performed every night.

In order to complete the ritual, they had to constantly rearrange the magic emeralds and arcane crystals to divide the boundaries of magic power so that the magic power could better play the role of the summoning circle under mutual instigation.

Suddenly, there was movement between the crystals, just like a protective array that was suddenly attacked, and several light shields suddenly rose above the crystals.

Unfortunately, the light was fleeting.

The crystal blocks that were once filled with powerful magic have dimmed in large areas.

Although the wizards of Galhara were not as proficient in magic as the Moon Guard, they knew that what was happening now should not happen. They immediately began to check the arrangement again and again, but still could not figure out what was wrong.

"They don’t seem to be absorbing magic from the Well of Eternity properly." A young sorcerer asserted: "Something is trying to cut them off from the front end of the energy flow!"

"Waste! Waste! All of you waste!" Xavius ​​could no longer control his anger and lashed the young sorcerer in the face with a whip.

Although the sorcerer had more than ten ways to dodge or resist the whip, he lowered his head and took the whip head-on, leaving a deep red mark on his fairly handsome face.

Suddenly, Xavius ​​shuddered.

His expression became dazed.

Yes! He heard a voice, although it was a little blurry, but he heard all the key words clearly.

"My servant... I will send a... lord! to assist you..."

"A powerful lord? Great! I’m worried that I can’t show the great power of the Burning Legion to Her Majesty the Queen! Is there anything I can do?"

"Let go of your... mind! Go to sleep..."

"Okay! As you command, great Lord Kil’jaeden!"

Amidst the strange gazes of all the wizards, Xavius ​​actually... fell asleep while standing.

He lowered his head, looking shaky, as if he would fall to the ground in a mess in the next second.

However, Xavius moved, his slender fingers flying, and the fierce movements formed a sharp contrast with his confused expression.

"Sir!" A wizard approached Xavius cautiously. They had no idea what had happened to Xavius.