The ghosts of Karazhan and I will buy you time to leave and go to Stormwind City!"

"But, those time guardians..."

Lothar has been in Karazhan for nearly two months. He is not ignorant. Guys like him who have escaped their fate have been targeted by the bronze dragons. Once they leave Karazhan, they will immediately be attacked by the bronze dragons.

It is difficult to say how the arrest will end.

"The bronze dragon guarding this timeline has disappeared!"

Ellan whispered: "She has been attracted all the attention by Tyrion. The Blade of Dawn. There is no sign of her activity in the past two months. This is our chance, although these weird orcs may not be directed at them."

You're here, but we can't risk it, go ahead, go to Stormwind City, and come back after everything is quiet."

In the broken hall on the lower level of Karazhan, among the collapsed pillars and stone ruins, Butler Moros put on a set of bright red leather armor with two sharp daggers in his waist. In front of his eyes, Karazhan

The ghosts gathered in the hall in great numbers, listening to the butler's speech.

Here are Karazhan's best hunter leader Atumen, the Opera House's most skilled actors in combat, giant guard golems that were activated in an emergency, and some skeleton mages with flames burning in their eye sockets.

"The enemy has approached Karazhan, and the master needs us to take up arms and defend our home!"

Moros shouted in a deep voice:

"Before we fall, the intruders cannot get close to the master's secrets! It is our honor to die for Karazhan!"

As soon as the loyal butler finished speaking, the tight wooden door at the back was kicked open with a burst of force. Wood chips flew everywhere, and a tall and slender figure strode into the ruins with a group of gloomy death knights.

Among them, she was carrying a war hammer dotted with crystal fragments, wearing heavy and ferocious armor, and even her blue tail was covered with an inverted triangle, a steel protection like a sharp cone.

Like a ferocious steel beast.

With cold eyes scanning the crowd in front of him, the intruder pressed the warhammer in his hand against the ground, making a heavy sound.

"Listen, the rats are hiding in the dark and whispering, plotting against their natural enemies! But it's a pity..."

"Yrel is here! Business is business!"
Chapter completed!