Anomaly Of Warcraft

Chapter 629

Bai Yueguang shone on both ends of the horizon, in his heart, but not by his side.

When Elune intervened, Carlos finally found out the truth.

Tosidlin’s really special chicken thief, ah, no, it should be described as treacherous.

Taking the Royal Library as the “mirror”, there are three “Royal Library Worlds”, the front and back of the mirror, and the mirror world itself.

The enclosing magic that enveloped the entire Royal Library separated the original world and formed the front of the mirror. Carlos and Kildas opened the gap and entered the Royal Library without anyone, because of this independent spatial world. It is the opposite of the mirror.

As for Carlos, he was drawn into the mirror world itself.

That is the soul well.

The black Uzumaki is not the soul well, the black and white world body is the real soul well.

The path reflected by Elune’s moonlight guided Carlos out of the mortal path and stepped into the front of the mirror.

“Why do you bother me if you take what you want?”

Torsedlin wailed in pain.

Similar to Carlos, the elven prince was also illuminated by the moonlight, but Elune swayed Carlos with its gifts, and it was the wrath of the Moon God that enveloped Tosidlin.

This inexplicable sense of sight, if you don’t open the Black King Bar, you can still eat A Rod Luna’s refreshing big, awesome!

“Because I want to have a chat with you.”

Carlos was puzzled, ignoring the guidance of the moonlight, and did not step forward to make up the knife for Tosidlin.

“Hahahaha, just for this?”

“This is very important to me.”

The previous Niubi was a mockery, but now this Niubi is emotional.

Because Torsedlin was really awesome, he resisted Elune’s anger, forcibly closed the magical barrier that was penetrated by the moon god, and ended his suffering.

“It doesn’t matter to me, die!”

Tosedlin raised his hand with a magical shock to claim Carlos’s life, but Carlos raised his foot and used the sole of his foot to steer the magic energy away from the direction.

“You are too arrogant, even if you are the elf prince, even if you are Torsedrin, why try to kill me in this state after being beaten by the Moon God? It’s a little limited to look down on people.”

Carlos really felt that Tosidlin had been stunned by Elune. This kind of painless magic completely apologized for his elf prince’s compulsion.

It was not Carlosto’s pretense, but he saw through Torsedlin’s reality.

Elune was only a little short of reaching the finale, and Torsedrin was now the end of a veritable crossbow.

“What do you want to talk about?”

Torsedlin frantically used gasping and rejuvenating play, making no secret of his intention to delay time.

“Where are my people?”

Carlos began to ask questions.

“back.”

“Which plane we were on before?”

“right.”

“At the beginning…”

“front.”

“speak English!”

“I don’t have enough IQ to blame me.”

Carlos almost ran away, he was ridiculed by Tosedlin, ridiculed!

“The soul well is not finished, right.”

“Yes, the final ceremony has not been completed yet, Elune has interfered with me.”

“The last ceremony, sacrifice me?”

Carlos thoughtfully.

“Don’t be arrogant, you have been outside of my plan from beginning to end. The gift to the light in the light belongs to the glory of my Torsedlin, nothing is wrong with you humans.”

“You are going to sacrifice yourself!”

“The queen forgave my fault. She will return from the bottom of the sea, and the Kaldorei Empire will rise again and give her soul to the light in the light!”

Although there was no evidence, it was Carlos’s simple guess, but he was sure that Tosedrin was limped by N’Zoth.

Because Azshara had no interest in souls, and Erezalas did not come so far from the coastline to forgive Tocedrin’s strength.

It is even bolder to speculate that the warm words of Queen Azshara that Tosedrin heard were all pretending to be N’Zoth’s tentacles.

What a poor man.

“Elune’s Luna Railgun is coming soon, what are you going to do?”

Tosidlin, who has fallen into a state of madness, is obviously not a person who can communicate normally. Carlos is making the final attempt. If you can’t get any useful information, then start the film.

“That’s still a question. Of course, it is to complete the final ritual and awaken the Well of Soul. Even Elune can’t face the enemy Queen directly!”

Tosedlin yelled and drew his saber.

This is…Quilcella. Blade of the Highborne!

Carlos recognized the shape of the knife at a glance.

This is nothing, I’m empty-handed! ! !

Stepping out, Carlos did find that things were different. Tosedlin didn’t want to slash himself with the knife, he wanted to…

Forcibly grabbing Quelcella’s blade, Tosedrin was not allowed to slay himself, but Carlos’s blood mixed with Tosedrin’s magic power, making him linked to the entire ritual.

Carlos finally saw the truth completely.

There are two Torsedlins! ?

On the back of the mirror, thousands of high-level elves knelt during the magic ceremony, four polymaths were tied to the four ivory towers of the Royal Library to serve as magic nodes, and Hamuul, Dan Dema, and other missing soldiers were imprisoned. To the side, Tosidlin stood on the black Uzumaki as if absent.

In the mirror itself, or inside the well of souls, the unwilling souls of the upper elf who counted Ten Thousand Years were whizzing, howling, seeking vent and relief, and a voice shouted-WEAREONE.

This tone is that the ancient gods did not run away.

Go to TM to reconnect to the Well of Eternity. This is to open a portal in Erethalas so that N’Zoth’s undersea army can reappear in the world!

With a bigger brain, N’Zoth wanted to fight with C’Thun in Silithus, but couldn’t it succeed?

“Elune!”

Carlos yelled, and Tosidlin punched him in the face with a sullen face.

It’s not very painful.

The hand hurts a little.

“Elune!!!”

It really doesn’t hurt.

It really hurts.

“Master Moon God, I was wrong, please send me magical powers!”

Outside Ere’Thalas, Chenguang suddenly felt something. She left the room, stood on a high place, and looked at the Royal Library.

I saw…

“Praise the Moon God, praise Elune.”

Whether it is the high-level elves or the tauren, they are all pan-believers of Elune. In the glorious light and shadow of this miracle, the rest of the words are superfluous, as long as they praise the true god.

Only the ogre shivered with the human soldiers.

In a mountain valley less than a thousand kilometers from Ere Thralas, Cenarius led his sons, daughters, grandchildren, and apprentices to clear a Sartre’s gathering place.

Sartre was unwilling to perish, and the demonicized them were not afraid of death. Even the prestige of the demigod Cenarius was not enough to stop their madness.

So the battle was fierce.

But when Sartre’s so-called hole cards, the entire team of fear guards were torn to pieces by Cenarius, the battle was over.

Suddenly, Cenarius felt something.

“This is not the smell of mother…”