"Has Archbishop Benedictas been found?" Varian still frowned.

"No, the archbishop is still nowhere to be heard." Earl Remington said, "Since the last time the Twilight rebellion was purged by Lord Medivan, the archbishop has disappeared. ”

It's also funny to talk about the Twilight rebellion, one night, some of the Twilight Cultists fake guards and citizens began to gather, trying to storm the Stormwind Fortress, and under the protection of the royal guards of Stormwind City, there has been a stalemate.

As a result, a few civilians and guards suddenly became faceless, leading the Twilight Cultists to tear a hole in the royal guards' defenses, and they were about to storm Stormwind Fortress.

At this time, Medivan appeared, and it was Medivan who brought Madean to Varian that night to discuss the reconstruction of the Dawn Forest (Twilight Forest), and the curse of Karazan was gone, and the magic that shrouded the Twilight Forest disappeared, and the Twilight Forest was restored to the original Dawn Forest. Medivan wants to strengthen the connection between the Headwind Trail and Stormwind City, so that the Dawn Forest can resume agricultural production, and set out to open up the Dawn River to connect the Elwyn Forest to the Dawn Forest.

So, the Twilight cultists' rebellion hits Medivan right in the muzzle.

And then? And then there was no more. Maddie appeared in front of those royal guards, and with just a few moves, those Twilight cultists were all wiped out, and they disappeared in an instant.

"May the archbishop be well." Many of the upper echelons of the House of Lords expressed concern about Benedictas. This archbishop has been working diligently in Stormwind City, bringing the purest faith of the Holy Light to the people of Stormwind Kingdom, and his sudden disappearance worries all the nobles.

"What's the situation?" Bovar looked at the shaking table with a strange expression.

"It's an earthquake, everyone get out of Storm Fortress." Medivan unleashes arcane art, stabilizing the surroundings.

……

In the past few days, Patrick has not left Quellins City, and at the same time, the three Blood Princes, the Blood Queen Lannather, and Luminus-Imcar, with all the undead elves, also came to Quellins City, waiting for the resurrection.

Similarly, Archbishop Alonsos-Fao brought all the undead who were still loyal to Lordaeron, and the Knights of the Black Blade even poured out, and even the Black Blade Fortress was opened, only Sylvanas urged those high-level undead to come to Quellins City to resurrect all the time, because she could only be the last, but her resurrection wish was more urgent than anyone else.

When Prince Varanaar, Prince Tadaram, and Prince Kereses walked out of the resurrection array, the familiar body temperature and heartbeat returned, and the three of them hugged each other and wept.

Although I have heard it for a long time, seeing is believing, and the excitement of knowing that I can be resurrected cannot be expressed in words.

"This is the second time in more than a decade that I have felt this kind of excitement."

"What was that first time?"

"When you break away from the Scourge Legion."

Obviously, getting rid of the Scourge has set all the undead elves free, but the damage inflicted on them by the Scourge is still the same and will not change anything.

They have become undead, and most of them have lost their families and wives, and the Scourge has taken everything from them, and even themselves, have become slaves of the Lich King.

"Are you ready?" The glow of the circle was imprinted on Luminas' face.

And the latter looked fearless: "Of course. ”

Luminas Imcaria never imagined that she could be resurrected. I recall the first time I saw Patrick, it was at the Mage Association dinner held by Dawnblade, Patrick at that time was just a budding little mage, in front of himself, he seemed a little restrained, and he didn't spend a lot of time training in etiquette, which was an outlier.

Why is it an outlier? Because the elves who are qualified to be invited to the Gala Dinner of the Mage Guild or the Arcane Guild, which one is not a full score of various etiquette, rules, and appearance, some mages will even stop their research work and specialize in learning these etiquettes, so as to better make friends and show their most perfect side in the banquet.

And Patrick's aristocracy is not like a noble, and the behavior style of the bottom is not like the bottom, and it is too "dazzling" among the mages in that circle, so there are only a few elves that Patrick came into contact with that night.

But now, Patrick is standing in front of Luminas Masculus again, but this time no one will pay attention to the boring stuff, because Patrick is already at the top of Quel'Thalas.

When the radiance of the circle dissipated, Luminas-Yang returned to normal, no longer the blue-gray skin, and the heart was beating again.

"I need to take a break." Patrick said to the people around him that the mana was depleted to sixty percent, and Patrick needed to recover.

This is also one of Patrick's habits, now that Azeroth is unstable, if he is empty at will, once he encounters an emergency, it is inconvenient to deal with it, and he will increase his dependence on a certain goddess.

"What's wrong?" The newly resurrected Luminus-Imcaria was still in the ecstasy of recovery, but she immediately noticed that something was wrong, as the earth began to shake with more and more force.

……

At this time, the magnitude of the earthquake in the entire Blackstone Mountain Range was also unprecedented.

Countless orcs and goblins are at the lava to forge essentia armor for Deathwing.

"Pain! Misery! ”

"My hatred burns in the abyss!"

Pieces of red-hot formida armor embedded in Nesario's flesh, closing Deathwing's cracked skin.

"The world trembles because of my torment!"

"The kingdom of sorrow crumbles in my rage!"

The huge iron pestle nailed the essentia armor to Nesario's body, and the black dragon king's huge flowing magma, the thick smell of sulfur spread throughout the Black Stone Mountains.

"Eventually, all of Azeroth will be destroyed!"

"In the shadow of my wings, all things are ashes!"

Nesario sensed Ragnaros' defeat and Olaquil losing control, and this time he finally planned to take matters into his own hands.

The Black Dragon King spread his wings all the way to the north, and the flames accompanying his wings were like heavenly fires, and all life on the surface along the way was incinerated by the flames.

Dan Morro's Iron Ring Camp disappeared from the map in an instant, the Helmet Pillow Lake turned into a lava lake, and Dan Ogaz was washed by flames after a huge earthquake.

The Hall of Stone Fist and Dabire's Farm were on fire, while the Mushroom Valley, which had the most remnants of the natural disasters in the Eastern Plague Land, was filled with lava, and the Psychic Tower and the Plague Cauldron that Lordaeron had not had time to clean up were directly melted and turned into lava spices.

And Nesario's destination is the city of Quirlins, where Patrick is now located---.

……