The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

The question about the existence behind the Scourge Legion is actually the question that everyone present is most concerned about.

They did not believe that the Scourge was a disaster that appeared out of thin air, nor did they believe that a mere cursed sect could cause a disaster of this level.

You must know that there are many cults in the history of the Eastern Kingdom. These cults may be just the farce of foolish men and women, or they may originate from the ambition of an evil magician who cannot be tolerated in the world. There is even a person behind some of them. The powerful loa.

But no cult has ever been able to cause such serious consequences as a natural disaster of the undead.

They believe that there must be someone behind the scenes.

When they heard that Ye Ting could reveal this problem, the three people's eyes lit up.

"Appreciate further details!"

Back in time a few days ago, the lich Kel'Thuzad, who had just been resurrected with the help of the water from the Sunwell, was performing some kind of summoning ceremony in front of an altar of huge amounts.

When the last ritual undead fire was lit, the Lich carefully held a half-full glass bottle with its skeletal hand, and poured a little bit of the mysterious shimmering water in the bottle. In the center of the altar.

a drop,

two drops,

Three drops.

After three drops, the Lich immediately straightened the water bottle, for fear of pouring too much.

After all, because of Ye Ting's existence, the Scourge Legion did not actually capture the Sunwell, but only stole a small amount of well water. A small part of this was used to resurrect himself.

The remaining well water is really precious to them. After all, they have many tasks that can only be completed by relying on this powerful energy source.

The water of the Sunwell is worthy of being derived from the Well of Eternity.

Just three drops of well water poured on the altar had an immediate impact.

I saw the circular magic circle 11 on the altar immediately emitting a miserable green light, and the magic words surrounding the magic circle also shone. The writing is so weird, completely different from the writing of any race on Azeroth. If ordinary people see this writing, they will immediately feel headache and nausea.

It was the writing of demons. It originally belonged to a great magical race, but after its entire race joined the Burning Legion and promoted it as the lingua franca of the Legion, the language was distorted and became evil and blasphemous.

The existence of such writing on the altar in front of me proves that it has a lot to do with the powerful Burning Legion.

The next moment, in the center of the altar, a burst of green energy slowly rotated.

The appearance of this vision made the Lich's cold skeleton begin to tremble slightly.

"Here I am, Archimonde! Your humble servant asks for your audience!"

The green mist continued to rotate, and something changed with the Lich's words.

A shape and a face can be faintly discerned in the energy, which is somewhat similar to the humans in Azeroth, but more ferocious. At the same time, the human face has a bone plate on the forehead and a strange page on the chin.

Later, the body parts of the human face also appeared.

The guy's body was extremely strong, his chest was as strong as a bucket, his arms were thick and powerful, and his lower body looked like a goat - Archimonde's legs were bent back with a pair of goat's hooves instead of feet. Different from Archimonde's calm and steady demeanor, his tail kept wagging behind him.

His shoulders and limbs were covered in shining golden armor, decorated with skulls and spikes. Two slender tentacles hung from his chin, but the most eye-catching thing about his long face were his eyes, the evil green light emitting from them was even brighter and dazzling than the green mist swirling around him.

Although Archimonde was not here and did not really enter this world, his appearance also moved Kel'Thuzad and Arthas beside him.

"You called my name, little lich, and now I am here."

The demon rumbled, making every bone in his body vibrate: "I know your name, humble magician. You are Kel'Thuzad, right?"

Kel'Thuzad lowered himself to the horned skeleton, but Arthas noticed that he was only superficially respectful. Although the two had only been together for a few days, the fallen prince instinctively realized that the lich had no regard for the existence he summoned. No humiliation intended.

Definitely, the Lich does not want the demon to discover this: "Yes, great Lord, I am the one who summoned you. I beg you, tell me how to open the way for you to come to this world. I only serve you exist."

"You must find a special treasure." The Demon King chanted loudly. He looked at Alsace for a moment, and then turned his eyes blindly. "That is one of the three powerful treasures that the orcs and the magicians of Dalaran robbed, the Skull of Gul'dan. Gul'dan once performed the task of summoning us, and only by using its power can he bring me into your world. .

"That idiot's head is kept in the mortal city of Dalaran. Go there and find it, and then you can begin the summoning.

Archimonde's image disappeared, and Arthas stared at the same spot for a long time, the surprise in his heart unable to subside for a long time.

Even he couldn't get a glimpse of the clues behind the Lich King's plan until now.

"The most powerful magicians in Azeroth defend Dalaran." After a long time, he slowly said to Kel'Thuzad. "We can't hide our whereabouts, they will have no time to fight us."

"Like Quel'Thalas?"

Kel'Thuzad let out a hollow laugh.

"Think about how this army defeated them. The end of Dalaran will be the same.

"In Quel'Thalas, we had the help of that guy named Dar'Khan, and it's the same in Dalaran. Don't forget that I was also a member of the Kirin Tor and had a close relationship with Antonidas.

"Dalaran was like home to me when I was a mortal. I knew its secrets, its defensive spells, how to sneak in where they couldn't guard. Those guys wanted me to give up. My path and destiny, now it's my turn to punish them with terror, and this feeling is so sweet.

"Don't be afraid, Death Knight, we will not fail. No one or anything can stop the Scourge."

Ye Ting did not witness that ceremony and meeting with his own eyes. He knew the history of Warcraft and knew exactly what happened.

...During the battle with the Scourge, I once discovered traces of Nasrezim. You know the origins of these guys. The higher-ups of the undead seemed to have unusual respect for the Nasrezim, which was obviously not normal. If my guess is true, then these undead attacks on Dalaran may have the same purpose as the orcs before. "

Ye Ting naturally made up the story about the discovery of the Dread Lord, but it doesn't matter. He is merely fabricating evidence for a known answer.

But others were instantly convinced.

"You mean... what they want are the things that were snatched away by the orcs and sent back from the other side of the Dark Portal?" Antonidas said.

"It's very possible. So I suggest moving those troublesome things quickly to a place where the Scourge Legion can't find them." Ye Ting suggested.

Antonidas shook his head sullenly: "This is impossible."

"Why?"

"This might be a good idea. If I could decide it with one word, then I would follow your advice. Unfortunately, I can't."

Speaking of this, the old man smiled bitterly:

"After all, Dalaran is not my own Dalaran, and the treasure house of Dalaran does not belong to me alone. Its keys are always stored separately. It is impossible for me to open the Warehouse alone, let alone store these artifacts. It’s in the internal treasury. To transfer these things, more people must agree, but this is impossible.”

"Why is this?" Jaina said angrily, "Aren't you afraid of death if you stump those people?"

"Definitely afraid." Antonidas smiled more bitterly, "But they are even more afraid of not being able to pursue power and truth, and these artifacts are the ladder to powerful power for them. Believe it or not, as long as I make this suggestion, I will immediately He will be driven out of office by the magicians, and even the six-person parliament cannot forcefully pass this resolution - not to mention, in any case, this is your guess."

This is definitely not Ye Ting's guess, but Ye Ting is not a bronze dragon, and no one will believe that he understands the history of the entire world.

"Then what's the difference between these guys and the guys who joined the Curse Sect?" the girl said angrily.

"At least...they still have some bottom line." The old man sighed helplessly.

Ye Ting nodded in understanding.

Indeed, magician is such a person.

In other words, on the road of exploring the truth and pursuing the essence of the world, if people understand too much, they will more or less lose their humanity.

"Then there's nothing we can do," the man shrugged, and concluded, "Since we can't move it, let's make more arrangements for the treasure house, and then defend the city honestly. As long as we defend Dalaran and prevent the treasure house from being stolen, The other party will not succeed."

In fact, Ye Tingda could sneak into the treasure house, steal and transfer the target artifact, so as to avoid future disasters.

But he wasn't going to do that.

He is not the nanny of Azeroth. His willingness to intervene in the crisis of Azeroth is not because of his sense of responsibility, but because of his feelings as an ordinary person and his respect for his friends on this planet and the three of them. The feelings of a cheap daughter (who protects Dragon).

That's why more than ten years ago, he only led the army to defeat the orcs, instead of eradicating the roots.

So he will irresponsibly embark on a new journey after completing his mission.

So after returning to Azeroth, he just helped Hillvanas drive away the Scourge, and then personally cultivated a queen of Lordaeron, instead of going all out to solve everything by himself and suppress all crises. At the time of budding.

It's the same today.

He has revealed so much information, and he is extremely kind to Dalaran. Since the magicians of Dalaran have chosen the worst option, they will naturally have to pay the price.

It would be best to be able to stop the Scourge Legion at that time, but it doesn't matter if you can't stop them from summoning Archimonde. Anyway, there is still a tall Proxima Midnight elf on top, so at most it can be regarded as a preview for the races of Azeroth.

In this dark age, various crises lurking on this planet will erupt one after another:

There are three and a half ancient gods hidden under the ground of this planet, as well as an ancient god of Japan:

The Lich King of the Frozen Throne doesn’t know how many more times he will be angry in the future;

There are at least three guardian dragons waiting to cause trouble after the fall;

The real main force of the Burning Legion has yet to arrive;

As for the Legion’s opponents, the Holy Light and the Shadow do not have good intentions...

So what does it matter if Archimonde comes? If the fuss gets too big, Ye Ting can just run away with the girl. Anyway, he cares about ordinary people because ordinary people are important to his friends, not to him.

In fact, Ye Ting's evaluation of magicians can also be applied to himself to a certain extent.

On the road of exploring the truth, people sometimes lose their humanity if they know too much.

For world travellers, if there are too many worlds to travel through, people in the world will inevitably become NPCs.

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