Rewind the clock ten minutes before Locke came to this battlefield.

Tyrigossa had been in the jungle for some time, and had been here since Karley and the human girl had been captured.

"Haha, Carré, this is your retribution for leaving me!"

Tyri watched the elven mage kick and kick Karré again and again, not angry at all, she even muttered to herself, giving the mage ideas on where to kick to make Karré hurt.

But I didn't expect to watch it and make Tyri's heart more and more uncomfortable.

"I really didn't expect you, Carley, to get along with this human girl!" Tyri muttered to herself with some annoyance, "What is a human being? I'm your partner! ”

Anger is anger, but Terri can't watch Karley being tortured like this elven mage, how can they also be dragons, guarding the majesty of the dragon, not allowing this small mortal to be trampled on!

What's more, that guy is still his own partner......

So, Tyri sighed, and she prepared to return to her true form from her elven form. Only in dragon form can make her feel invincible.

Tyri gritted her teeth as rounds of blue light shot out of her body, thick blue energy covering her body.

But just as she was about to transform back into dragon form, an accident happened.

Tens of thousands of miles away, the Sun-Chasing Royal Court.

Kremar laughed, "I'll admit, magical accidents are common in Quel'Thalas. But teleportation spells, especially teleportation orbs, are basically accident-free. Because if you want to interfere with its teleportation, you must have a guardian dragon or a second-level dragon that can use its own powerful spells to interfere with it. ”

"And the coordinate point has to be around it. Obviously, I don't have a dragon here, not one. ”

"Okay, I'll just ask." Locke smiled awkwardly, "I'm just a little allergic to this thing....."

"Hah, it's okay. This is how ordinary people behave when they see teleportation spells. A mage's mending knife next to him made everyone else laugh.

Locke laughed at himself and walked up the steps of the platform.

"Place your hand on the orb and they will teleport you to Lordaeron." Kremar pointed to the magisters in the room.

"Excuse me, where can I be teleported? You know, Lordaeron is big. "Until now, he didn't know where the elves were going to teleport him, once he teleported to the Undercity like in the game, then he....

Locke shuddered and looked at the Magisters.

"Thousands of years ago, our ancestors landed on the continent at Tirisfa, where they wrote down some coordinate points. Now, one of the coordinates of the past has become a town called Brill. We can teleport you to Brill accurately. Magister smiled and continued, "Don't worry, we'll teleport you inside the walls, because the coordinates are in Brill's square. ”

"Well, that's really a piece of news that came as a surprise to me." Locke shrugged his shoulders, it seemed that after he returned, he would have to talk to the high lord about it.

"Alright, we're going to get started."

The Magus stopped talking, and they stretched out their arms to the high platform in the middle, and began to chant aloud.

Locke hurriedly pressed his hands on the teleportation orb.

From all corners of the hall, blue or purple arcane rays shot down at Locke's crystal ball. The crystal ball began to glow pink, illuminating everyone in the hall.

Suddenly, Locke felt that the teleportation orb under his hand was faintly absorbing him. A force is trying to pull itself through its own arms, pulling itself into its position.

"I said, this orb, it's pulling me." Locke looked worriedly at the other magisters in the hall.

"Rest assured, Grand Lord Harvey. That's the orb trying to teleport you to Brill. Kremar explained to Locke, who was standing on the platform, "Don't worry, it's all normal. ”

So, Locke closed his eyes in reassurance.

It's just that, in the places he didn't see, the magisters in the hall all showed strange expressions. They are desperately fighting against the force they are pulling.

Soon, under the teleportation orb, the magic rune array composed of thick and thin lines emitted a fierce and brilliant blue light.

Rich magical energy filled the hall, and the power that had drawn the magisters suddenly disappeared, and the blinding light forced them to cover their eyes.

When all this was over, the human nobles standing on the edge of the platform disappeared...

"This—" Kremar stared at everything in the hall in amazement, then turned around and cursed, and ran to Lotherma's room. Only the mages in the hall were left staring at each other......

"You said the teleportation was malfunctioning?!!" Lotherma looked at Kremar in disbelief.

"Yes, sir." Kremar looked at Lotherma sweating profusely. "That human nobleman was not teleported to the predetermined coordinate point due to some arcane disturbances..."

Lotherma's expression became serious, "Do you know where you were teleported?" ”

"It's not clear yet, but the most likely place is definitely in Lordaeron, I just don't know the exact location..."

"Block this news!" Lotherma turned to Kremar and gave the order, "Let the Spellbreakers and Magisters follow the traces of the teleportation to find the human noble!" ”

Kremar bowed and prepared to leave.

"Wait,"

Kremar turned to look at the Regent.

"Don't let General Norris know."

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When Locke opened his eyes, it was not the familiar Brill Square in front of him, but tall trees and thorny trees in front of him.

Oh, and there's one more, a beautiful female elf who doesn't talk like that....

Apparently, the teleportation has failed again...

"This damn teleportation spell!! That's what you promised, that 1 in 10,000 failure!! Locke couldn't help but raise his fist at the sky and curse angrily.

When he was done, he turned around and found the beautiful female elf looking at her with interest, her blue eyes as if she had discovered a new toy.

"Oh, beautiful lady, please forgive me for being rude. I just showed up here because of an inexplicable teleportation accident. Where is Quel'Salas? ”

Locke looked at the scantily clad elf solemnly, trying to keep his eyes on her delicate white face instead of her full, exposed breasts...

"Well, hello. This is not Quel'Salas. Here's...."Tyri's eyes spun quickly, her eyes narrowed, and she looked at Locke with a grin.

Oh, it's an unlucky guy.

An unlucky guy who was using a teleportation spell was pulled by his own transformation magic, so he teleported here.

"It doesn't matter what place it is, I have a very important matter that I need your help with right now. Can you help me? ”

"Can you tell me what's going on? Beautiful lady. ”

Tyri beckoned to Locke, who walked over, looking in the direction the elf had pointed.

A large crowd of undead was surrounding the two humans, led by a black-robed necromancer who was torturing them.

"I need to get them both out, you need to help me,"

Tyri winked at Locke with her beautiful blue eyes. Soon the human in front of him agreed to his request.

"Okay, no problem!"