Zuo Si looked at the last guardian of the Council of Tirisfal with a slightly curious look and asked him a soul-searching question.
It was clear that he was very interested in Medivh, or more specifically, the magical ritual that created the Guardian.
Because he really couldn't understand how a few mortal wizards could gather their magical powers together to create Magna Aegwynn, who was powerful enough to defeat the dark titan Sargeras? Even if this so-called guardian had been passed down for thousands of years and countless generations, each generation would continue to accumulate magic power and then hand it over to the next guardian when they stepped down. The power they possessed was far greater than that of an ordinary archmage.
After all, he was the most powerful warrior known among all the Titans, and he alone swept through and killed all the rest of his compatriots in the Pantheon.
Although this matter itself was a conspiracy of Sargeras and it was most likely released by the sea, the result was still quite outrageous.
So what exactly is a guardian? What kind of ritual magic did the first rulers of Dalaran and the high elves at the time use to infuse so much arcane energy into one person? How did this person ensure that he would not be unable to withstand it and turn into a human magic bomb? Most importantly, if the high elves have such technology, why don't they create a guardian themselves? In that case, no matter Arthas and his millions of undead armies, or the Lich King behind him, if they dared to appear in Quel'Thalas, they would be killed in a minute without leaving even a bone or residue.
How could there be the current tragic situation where Silvermoon City was razed to the ground, the Sunwell was polluted, and the entire high elves race was almost wiped out?
There are too many mysteries and confusions about the Guardians of the Council of Tirisfal.
But now, Zuo Si finally found someone who could help him solve these doubts and puzzles, and even figure out what exactly happened between Magna Aegwynn and Sargeras.
"future..."
When this word was mentioned, Medivh's mind was obviously dazed for a moment.
Because he is one of the very few arcane spellcasters in Azeroth who can truly glimpse the future, otherwise he would not have played the role of a prophet to warn the leaders of the Eastern Kingdoms before the start of the Third War.
It's just that the predicted future is not clear, and it is impossible to observe those important details.
But soon, the last guardian regained consciousness and asked in an uncertain tone: "Do you know the future of this world?"
Zuo Si nodded without hesitation: "Of course.
I can even tell you every single thing that's going to happen in the next few years that's going to have a significant impact.
And the most likely endings for Azeroth.
Believe me, you won't like them.
Moreover, those bronze dragons not only failed to protect the timeline, but became the biggest destroyers. "
"So you want to change all this? Like save the humans of Lordaeron and the elves of Quel'Thalas?
This has drastically changed the original history and has had an immeasurable impact on the future of the entire world.
That's why the bronze dragon said you made the entire timeline out of control."
Medivh seemed to have figured something out, and his original nervousness and anxiety were immediately relieved a lot.
"No, of course not. Didn't those bronze dragons tell you my real purpose?" Zuo Si asked with a smile.
Medivh was silent for a moment, then quickly responded, "The bronze dragon named Chromie told me that you wanted to protect the entire Azeroth in exchange for extracting the huge energy contained within the planet."
“Yes, this is what I wanted.
I believe that after living with the dark Titan Sargeras for so many years, you should know that as a star soul that can give birth to Titans, the energy bred by this planet is infinite.
It can draw infinite energy from the universe to strengthen itself.
So you don't need to worry that I will drain it dry, or that excessive extraction will cause the Star Soul to be unable to grow normally.
Just the opposite.
Only under my protection will you have the opportunity to shape the entire world according to your will, as well as the planetary will that is still in the making within it.
Whether it's the Titans in the Pantheon who think they are qualified to shape everything, or the Burning Legion that has launched expeditions to Azeroth more than once; there are also the Old Gods and the Void Lords behind them, and the Shadow Realm behind the Lich King;
All these threats will no longer exist.
Look at the carnage, destruction, and devastation taking place in Dalaran below, and think about the serious consequences that will be brought about by Archimonde and his vanguard of the Burning Legion entering Azeroth.
Are the conditions I offer so unacceptable?"
Zuo Si expressed his attitude very straightforwardly.
He could feel that the last guardian in front of him did not have much magical power left in his body, so the other party should really just come to talk.
After all, the Guardians of the Council of Tirisfal have a huge flaw, which is that once they die, all the power accumulated and inherited will completely dissipate.
Medivh was killed once by his apprentice Khadgar during the first orc invasion, and his original powerful guardian power had long since disappeared.
Although he can still fight with his vast and rich knowledge, he is no longer able to face off against the Burning Legion's top commanders such as Archimonde and Kil'jaeden.
Otherwise, why would there be a need to bring together Jaina and Thrall to form an alliance, and then head towards Mount Hyjal together to find the night elves to join forces to deal with the powerful enemy?
Wouldn't it be better to just follow his mother's example and crush the Lich King and all the dreadlords to death?
Without these guys, the Burning Legion would never have been able to enter Azeroth.
What the first guardian, the half-elf Alodi, could do easily, there is no reason why the inheritance to this level cannot do it.
"You know the Shadow Realm?!"
Medivh was obviously surprised. He thought he was the only one who saw through the source of the power behind the Lich King.
Zuo Si replied meaningfully: "Holy Light, Shadow, Fel Energy, Death, Life, and Order, the six fundamental forces that created this universe, each of which corresponds to a certain ancient and powerful force.
The representatives of evil energy are the dark titan Sargeras and the Burning Legion;
The forces of shadow are represented by the Old Gods and the Void Lords behind them; the representatives of order are the Titans themselves; the representatives of life are the Moon Goddess Elune and the Kingdom of Life behind her; the most representative of the Light so far are the tangram-like Naaru;
So I know the Shadowlands representing death is weird?
What's more, the technology used to forge the rune sword of Frostmourne is so special that both the craftsmanship and the magical power attached to it are very different from those of the Burning Legion.
In addition, if you can capture a dreadlord, use powerful magical forces to strip away his soul, tear open his memories and mind, it will be easy to find that they are all spies sent by the Shadow Realm.
Furthermore, unlike the outside world's belief that they are insidious, cunning, and have no loyalty at all, all dreadlords are loyal to their masters."
Hearing these words, Medivh quickly fell into deep thought. Even the deafening shouts of killing from the magical kingdom of Dalaran below, the fierce fighting between the two sides, and the magical explosions could not distract him.
After a long while, he raised his head again and asked tentatively: "What about you? What's your camp?"
"I don't belong to any of the six camps, and I won't be restricted by these energy attributes. Because to me, energy is energy, whether it is holy light or shadow, there is no difference at all."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si raised his hand and formed a miniature balance diagram of the six elements of the force in his palm.
From holy light to shadow, life to death, arcane to fel energy, each type of energy was balanced under the control of some mysterious force, slowly rotating in his palm like a Ferris wheel.
“It’s incredible!”
Medivh exclaimed in shock.
Even for him, it was impossible to make the six conflicting and repelling magical energies appear in this way.
But Zuo Si took the energy ball back into his body without any concern, and continued to speak: "This world is facing many threats and powerful enemies, and the native races such as night elves and humans cannot cope with it alone.
What's more, just with this war, all races suffered unprecedented damage, and it will take a long time to recover the population.
Otherwise the internal organizational structure will begin to collapse.
After all, civilization is a very fragile thing.
It is difficult to build it, but very easy to destroy it.
Most importantly, do you know what consequences will arise if you push for the orcs to be localized and become part of this world?
Do you know how much killing, destruction and trouble these bloodthirsty, brutal and manic beasts will cause in the future? No, you don't.
Because your ability to predict the future cannot see that far, and you would not know that the tribe they established would bring endless war to the world.
The spiritual and cultural core of the orc race is the naked worship of strength and violence! In their cognition, there is no such concept as kindness and mercy. They can chop off the heads of children, women, and the elderly without any psychological burden, and then make all kinds of terrifying decorations with their heads.
I can tell you responsibly that this is a race that has never been civilized, and will never be able to get rid of the influence of the demon blood remaining in their bodies.
Rather than viewing them as an intelligent race, it would be better to regard them as a group of intelligent animals.
After all, kindness and compassion are very advanced emotions, and the concept of morality will only be born when civilization develops to a certain level.
Possessing it means that a race has entered civilization.
Do you think the orcs have such a consciousness? Don't use their leader Thrall as an example.
Because Thrall grew up in the human world, he was influenced by human thoughts and education.
Rather than saying that he is an orc, it would be better to say that he is a human in orc's skin. He even has more morals and humanity than many despicable humans.
But the problem is that Thrall is just an individual case after all. There is no way and it is impossible to fundamentally change the orc race.
Perhaps he could barely suppress the bloodthirstiness and violence within him while he was alive.
But once he dies or steps down, can you imagine how aggressive and invasive they will become when a traditional orc comes to power and becomes the warchief?
So your choice to allow the orcs to join this war and gain the right to survive in Azeroth is like a person dying of thirst in the desert drinking a bottle of poison.
It can temporarily help the world survive the crisis, but it will also cause endless troubles.
I'm not exaggerating. You just need to ask the bronze dragons what the orcs and the tribe they formed did in the original timeline and you will know.
Besides, it won't be long before Grom Hellscream and his Warsong clan commit some atrocity that will leave you dumbfounded and prove my point."
"So you want to take the orc's place?"
Medivh frowned subconsciously.
As the sinner who brought orcs into this world, he certainly must be aware of the nature of orcs and the destructive power these guys can cause.
Especially after drinking the demon's blood, all orcs will turn into emotionless killing machines in minutes, which is always a huge hidden danger.
If there could be another force to replace the role played by the orcs in this war, Medivh would naturally be happy to replace them.
"Yes, I will let the Alliance take the place of the orcs in this war."
Zuo Si gave a straightforward affirmative answer.
After all, he made so many preparations and saved almost half of the survivors of Lordaeron and a large number of high elves. At the same time, he prevented the Scourge from moving south into Silverpine Forest, so that the Kingdom of Gilneas was not forced to use the werewolf curse and would not be closed off from the outside world. The purpose was to drive the orcs away and prevent them from gaining forgiveness by participating in the fight against the Burning Legion and thus obtaining the right to settle and reproduce in Azeroth.
In fact, when Arthas attacked Dalaran, he bypassed Silverpine Forest and used the power of Frostmourne to create an ice bridge all the way from Alterac Valley.
So he did not lead a large army, but chose a small number of elite raid tactics.
This is also why after obtaining the Book of Medivh, Kel'Thuzad did not stay there and wait for the undead army to raze the entire city to the ground.
Instead, he chose to withdraw and found a safe place to stay, relying on the demons pouring out from the other side of the portal to ensure his own safety.
This means that the elite Alliance troops blocking the gate of Lordaeron's capital are still there and can be organized and deployed to the Battle of Mount Hyjal at any time.
Medivh nodded thoughtfully: "Okay, I think I understand what you mean.
In this case, I will no longer lead the orcs towards Mount Hyjal. Let them await their fate on the continent of Kalimdor.
As for the future of this world, I will observe it with my own eyes.
Goodbye, God from another universe, I hope we won't become enemies in the future.
Finally, I suggest you not to stay here.
It won't be long before Archimonde passes through the fully opened portal.
As one of the most powerful Eredar demons in the Burning Legion, his power is unmatched by any creature in this world.
You can't fight it with the power you have now."
"Don't worry. I have no plans to confront Archimonde or the other demon lords head-on, at least not before he reaches the World Tree. I am just waiting for an opportunity to take back the magic book that once belonged to you."
As he spoke, Zuo Si turned his gaze towards the Book of Medivh held in Kel'Thuzad's hand on the altar in the distance.
In addition to the magic recorded above, what he valued most was actually the analysis of the magic barrier cast by the Titans on the periphery of the planet described in this book.
With this knowledge, he didn't even need to wait for the World Tree to be detonated. As long as the energy gathered to a certain level, he could transmit the incoming signal through the gaps in the barrier to obtain the spatial coordinates, and then descend directly with the power of the Planeswalker Spark.
"Are you interested in my magic book?"
Medivh showed a very surprised expression.
Because in his opinion, the outsider who claimed to be the God of Contract should be much more skilled in magic than himself, otherwise he would never be able to control the six elements of the Force skillfully.
Zuo Si chuckled and responded, "I am interested in all knowledge, especially those related to magic. What's more, your book just happens to have what I need."
"In that case, I wish you good luck. But be careful. If you are caught or targeted by Archimonde, you will be in big trouble."
Leaving behind these words full of warning, Medivh instantly transformed into a raven, flapped his wings and flew into the sky.
Although the power of the orcs is no longer needed, he still has to provide guidance to the humans led by Jaina.
Otherwise, these soldiers who have never set foot deep into the western continent of Kalimdor will definitely suffer.
As for Zuo Si, he did not ask about the secret of the Guardian of the Council of Tirisfal.
Anyway, the two of them will come into contact sooner or later, so there is no need to rush.
His most important goal at the moment is to obtain the Book of Medivh from Kel'Thuzad without destroying the portal that is large enough for Archimonde to pass through.
This is obviously not an easy task.
Because if it is too early, the ritual will fail, which will affect the subsequent invasion of the Burning Legion and the energy spillover caused by the explosion of the World Tree.
But if you are too slow and wait for Archimonde to come out before trying to snatch him, you will inevitably have a head-on conflict with this powerful Eredar demon.
So we must grasp the timing, neither too early nor too late.
It would be best if Archimonde had not yet completely walked out of the other side of the portal when it opened.
Fortunately, Zuo Si never lacked patience.
He directly released two clones created by Simulacrum to notify the Dalaran mage troops who were still attacking desperately without knowing the consequences to retreat, while he himself entered an invisible state and waited for an opportunity from a distance.
Time passed by second by second...
As the sky gradually began to darken and the sun set in the west, leaving a golden afterglow, the makeshift dark gate was finally fully opened, and a raging green evil flame was suddenly released from the other side.
Kel'Thuzad was too slow to dodge and was almost completely wrapped up. He was so scared that he quickly retreated.
The time is now!
Zuo Si instantly cast a short-range magic and appeared behind the great lich who was emitting a biting chill from the inside out. He condensed the shape of a sword with holy light at lightning speed, and then raised his hand and slashed the sword, cutting off Kel'Thuzad's right hand at the wrist with a click.
"How dare you show up here!"
Arthas's new and old hatreds suddenly surged into his heart. He raised his hand with the Death Grip and wanted to pull the enemy who had humiliated him over and cut him into pieces.
You know, in order to send the Burning Legion into this world, and also to appease the Scourge warrior he personally chose, the Lich King Ner'zhul has been continuously sending power recently.
So the current Arthas is many times stronger than when they met in Quel'Thalas.
This is also the reason why he was able to fight on equal terms with Illidan, who had lived for ten thousand years, in the subsequent battle in Felwood.
Unfortunately, Zuo Si is not one of those specialized mages in this world, but a standard generalist mage in the continent of Faerun.
Just when Arthas was filled with joy and thought that he could kill this guy today and transform him into his undead servant, Zuo Si suddenly raised his hand and released a transparent barrier.
The next second...
Ding! Frostmourne was directly blocked, and no matter how hard he swung, he couldn't move the sharp blade forward half an inch.
"Don't waste your energy. Even the cowardly and despicable Lich King behind you can't do anything to me, let alone you.
By the way, of all attacks, purely physical attacks are the least threatening to me.
The most important thing is that I'm a little bit in a hurry today, so I won't play with you.
Farewell, dear Prince Arthas Menethil."
After saying this, Zuo Si raised his other hand to counter the ice arrow released by Kel'Thuzad and directly activated the teleportation magic.
Just as he was about to disappear, a huge hand suddenly stretched out from the other side of the portal, releasing powerful shadow energy from its palm.
This energy is so great that it creates an indescribable suction force like a black hole.
All the surrounding creatures, including Zuo Si, immediately flew uncontrollably towards the giant hand.
The Stitched Abomination, which was known for its thick skin and flesh, suddenly exploded in the air before it could fly far, and bones, flesh and preservative fluid splattered everywhere. The scene was extremely bloody.
Not to mention these undead creatures, even many of the Burning Legion demons that had previously walked out of the portal were crushed alive by the huge gravitational force.
Legion's Grip!
Zuo Si recognized this nightmarish shadow magic and the owner of the big hand, Archimonde.
Without even having time to think, he immediately entered a state of concentration in casting the spell and completed the Nine-ring Divine Art [Implosion] at the fastest speed.
A huge amount of holy energy was directly injected into Archimonde's arm that stretched out from the portal.
In a flash!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The arm began to resonate violently from the inside, and a large number of veins on the surface and under the skin burst one after another. The green blood filled with evil energy, whether it fell on the ground or on the bodies of the undead creatures, would immediately produce horrible corrosion and transform into evil energy flames of the same color.
Even the muscles began to tear in large pieces, and the bones were covered with cracks as dense as spider webs.
Among the Nine Rings Magic, [Implosion] is known for its astonishing lethality. Its greatest feature is that it ignores all defenses and directly causes massive damage to the organism from the inside.
But unfortunately, as the Eredar demon with the highest status and strength, Archimonde obviously has extremely high magic resistance and physical attributes, so when the power of the spell is exhausted, it only causes some superficial injuries.
Fortunately, the bloody arm obviously made Archimonde feel pain, and he took the initiative to touch the Grip of the Legion. His huge body began to pass through the portal, wanting to see what kind of enemy could have successfully hurt him.
Zuo Si used this extremely short time to complete the teleportation and successfully retreated from this troubled place.
Less than a second later, Archimonde's huge body stepped onto the land of Azeroth. Looking at his bloody right hand, he asked in an extremely low voice: "Who was that guy just now? What kind of magic did he cast to hurt me?"
"Great Archimonde, the man just now was the chosen one of the God of Contract, Thoth. It was because of his appearance that the Scourge failed to completely destroy the Kingdom of Lordaeron, causing many refugees and troops to escape."
Kel'Thuzad knelt on the ground and reported to one of the most powerful commanders of the Burning Legion in an unimaginable manner.
"Soth, the God of Contract?"
A hint of doubt flashed in Archimonde's eyes.
Because in the ancient war ten thousand years ago, he didn't remember the existence of such a wilderness demigod.
“Yes, God of Contract.
No one knew where he came from.
The only thing we know is that this god performed powerful miracles when he was in Hearthglen.
And his priests and followers can often obtain a kind of magical power called divine magic. "
Kel'Thuzad told all the information he had in one go.
Obviously, he wanted to use Archimonde to eliminate this enemy that might pose a huge threat to the Scourge.
After all, that holy water that can cure the plague is really disgusting.
This completely destroyed one of the Scourge's two major advantages.
"Hmph! Are there other forces eyeing this world? But it doesn't matter, let them survive for a while."
Archimonde sneered, but didn't take it too seriously.
You have to know that since he and Kil'jaeden joined the dark titan Sargeras, they have conquered and destroyed countless planets, and killed countless guys who called themselves "gods".
Many animal demigods died at his hands during the War of the Ancients.
So in Archimonde's eyes, this was just a troublesome enemy that would take some time to deal with, nothing more.
After I destroy the World Tree Nordrassil, I will seize the energy of Azeroth's star-soul from the Well of Eternity below, and eventually become an existence that surpasses the dark titan Sargeras. Then I can do whatever I want with him.
Therefore, the first priority is to go to Kalimdor and capture the World Tree.
Yes, you read that right.
Archimonde, this traitor, is not as loyal to Sargeras as Kil'jaeden. Instead, he is trying to use the power of the Legion to expand his own strength and then look for an opportunity to replace him.
It was precisely because of such a rebellious idea that he volunteered to replace Kil'jaeden, who had secretly planned everything, and become the supreme commander of the vanguard.
The purpose is also very clear, which is to take advantage of the fact that neither Kil'jaeden nor Sargeras comes to monopolize this planet that breeds the most powerful star soul, and drain it completely bit by bit.
There is no doubt that Archimonde's arrival means that the final effort of the Dalaran resistance has completely failed.
The only remaining wizard quickly organized his men to retreat and did not dare to fight Archimonde at all.
The latter simply waved his hand, and more than fifty giant hellfires fell from the sky, smashing all the troops that had no time to retreat into meat paste, and their corpses were burned to ashes by the evil flames.
When these hellfires get up and start charging, anyone who is not a fool will understand that it is all over.
"You did very well, little lich. Much better than I expected."
Archimonde gave verbal praise to Kel'Thuzad, who was crawling on the ground and showing 100% obedience.
But just as the latter was about to express his gratitude with deep fear, the dreadlord Tichondrius suddenly appeared and said in a very flattering tone: "Welcome, Lord Archimonde. Everything you ordered before has been prepared. It's time to start the war."
Archimonde nodded with satisfaction. "Very good, Tichondrius. You really did not disappoint me. The Lich King and his Scourge are no longer of any use to me. You are now in charge of them."
"As you wish, my lord."
Tichondrius bowed gracefully, looking like an elegant nobleman.
"But before heading to Kalimdor, I have a small problem to solve."
As he spoke, Archimonde turned his gaze toward Dalaran in the distance, which was emitting arcane light.
He stretched out his fingers and drew a complex and mysterious pattern on the sand, then opened his hands and pulled up.
moment!
The sand on the ground floated up to form a large complex of buildings in the city of Dalaran.
Archimonde raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing an evil smile, and gently passed by the spire closest to him.
Boom!!!! The moment the finger passed through the sand, the corresponding spire in the distant city of Dalaran was torn apart by an invisible force. The huge top of the tower rolled down from the heights, causing the residents in the city who had not yet escaped to scream.
But this was just the beginning! In the next few seconds, Archimonde opened his arms and embraced the entire sand model.
In the distance, the sky and the earth of Dalaran collapsed. All the buildings were crushed and destroyed by the huge force in an instant. The falling bricks and stones alone smashed the streets into pieces. Countless mages and civilians were smashed into unrecognizable meat paste in fear.
The horrifying scene not only stunned the remaining archmages and survivors of Dalaran, but even Arthas, Kel'Thuzad and the rebellious Antonius Dass showed expressions of disbelief and horror.
Anthony Dass, in particular, discovered for the first time that his understanding and application of magic was extremely superficial. Those spells that he was proud of were nothing more than childish tricks in front of this powerful demon.
The other party only used the mana of an ordinary mage to easily find and detonate the magical energy gathered inside Dalaran.
Simply put, it means using little force to achieve great results.
Using a little bit of mana to induce the huge amount of magical energy that already existed to self-destruct, ultimately causing the entire Dalaran to be completely reduced to ruins within a few seconds.
What a powerful spellcasting skill this is, it completely exceeds the comprehension of humans and even high elves.
"Well, now it's much better."
Archimonde wiped out the pattern on the sand as if he had done something insignificant, then teleported away with the dreadlord Tichondrius.
Leaving behind were only Anthony Dass who was in a daze, and Arthas who was at a loss and experiencing being ignored or even neglected for the first time.
Anyone who is not a fool can realize that in the eyes of the Burning Legion's top brass, the Scourge, which is regarded as a mortal enemy by the Eastern Kingdoms, is not even qualified to be cannon fodder.
When they successfully descended, everyone, including the Lich King, was immediately abandoned.
Angry! Extremely angry! Even mixed with a strong sense of fear! After a long while, Arthas finally recovered from this blow and asked in an indignant tone: "Are you kidding me? What should we do now?"
"Be patient, young death knight. All this is not beyond the Lich King's expectations. You still have a place in his plan."
Kel'Thuzad comforted the prince, who remained irritable even in death.
However, when he mentioned the Lich King Ner'zhul, his tone was far less respectful than before. Instead, it was as if he was talking about a stranger who had nothing to do with him.
Obviously, Zuo Si's previous amusing behavior of exposing the secrets of others has caused Ner'zhul to lose the respect of these high-ranking members of the Scourge.
Likewise, this was the beginning of betrayal and civil strife.
After all, Ner'zhul was so eager to break free from the control of the Burning Legion that he ignored the fact that these high-level undead under his control were also eager to break free from their mental shackles.
As the saying goes, where there is oppression, there is resistance.
Unless the other party is allowed to make decisions according to their own will, any constraints imposed on them will inevitably lead to a series of serious consequences.
This is why, in addition to making cards for planeswalkers, Zuo Si prefers to influence a person through psychological hints, temptations of benefits and other means, making him think that he is making choices according to his own will.
Only in this way will the other party not develop strong resistance.
Even if you suffer misfortune later, you will only blame yourself for making the wrong choice.
"So you already have a plan, right?"
Arthas raised his head and looked the lich directly in the eyes.
Kel'Thuzad laughed harshly and answered in a low voice, "Of course. What we have to do now is to lie dormant and obey all the orders given by the dreadlord on the surface. But before that, there is one more thing that needs to be done, and that is to send my dear teacher to the Sunwell to complete the transformation ritual of the archlich."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Anthony Das finally woke up from his daze, touched his gray hair and sighed: "I have studied magic for a lifetime, and I thought I had mastered its essence. But today I realized that I was just a frog at the bottom of a well, and I had no idea of the vastness of the sky outside."
"You don't need to be depressed, teacher.
Because once you become a lich, you will have eternity to study the topics that interest you.
And there is no need to abide by those boring ethics and morals, you can do whatever you want.
Here is the magic necessary to transform a lich. I believe that with your level you can learn it in a few days at most.
Before the Sunwell is reoccupied by the elves, complete the ritual as soon as possible to become a lich like me.
Trust me, you'll love being the undead."
After saying that, Kel'Thuzad handed over several parchment scrolls with his only remaining hand.
Antonius took it without hesitation, and then cast a teleportation magic to the Sunwell, which had turned into ruins.
Since it was not his first time to come to this holy place that all wizards dream of, he entered with great familiarity. Looking at the high-concentration arcane energy in liquid form, he also felt the shadow and breath of death that seeped in from inside.
"I never thought I would come here in this capacity..."
The Archmage stretched out his hand and gently brushed the clean water filled with energy, allowing the shadow and death energy to enter his body.
Just as he opened the scroll and prepared to learn the knowledge of transforming a lich, he suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from the passage behind him.
"If your wish is to transform into an immortal lich, then I can offer you another deal."
"It's you? Why are you here?!"
Anthony Das turned around suddenly and looked at the young figure holding the Book of Medivh in his hand. His old face was full of disbelief.
After all, a few minutes ago, he saw with his own eyes Zuo Si cut off one of Kel'Thuzad's hands and hurt Archimonde, and successfully escaped with the Book of Medivh.
Normally, one should hide in a safe place to learn and digest the difficult-to-understand magic knowledge in the book.
"Why can't I be here? Have you forgotten who I am? Do you think I will be scared by Archimonde?" Zuo Si asked back with a playful look on his face.
"Damn it! What on earth do you want? I have already betrayed Dalaran and there is no turning back."
Anthony Das's hands were trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but curse under his breath.
“No, you still have a way back.
For example, there is more than one way to become a lich, and I can provide another version.
But as a price, I need you to offer your life box to ensure your loyalty after the task is completed.
Of course, after becoming a lich, you have to join the Scourge as my spy and provide me with intelligence continuously."
As Zuo Si spoke, he took out a half-finished life box and a book that taught people how to transform a lich.
Obviously, the method he provided was the lich transformation ritual of the continent of Faerun, not the kind of lich that would be controlled by the Lich King and the Shadow Realm.
The biggest difference is that the soul will not be torn apart, but simply preserved in the life box.
(End of this chapter)
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