The cemetery outside Stormwind City is not far from a lake. It used to be very peaceful. Now I am coming to this camp where refugees are traveling through a large area of ​​lakeside towns, making a noise.

Fortunately, the resurrection of the dead caused by the Karazan explosion near the town of South Gran, etc., has kept the scene similar to the past near the cemetery here at least.

When Dahl arrived, he happened to see Mosul standing in front of a tombstone in a daze.

"Are you here?" He turned around.

"I'll kill you sooner or later, Mosul." Dahl muttered, "Unless you stop showing off you can feel me coming."

“It’s hard to control yourself.”

Mosul stroked the tombstone, and the name tag read "Filvenna Helmenhouse".

"Who is this?" Dahl asked, "Is your lover?"

"No, my sister."

"Sad."

"She has been dead for a long time." Mosul pointed to the sign that was still recorded in the way before the Dark Gate opened, and said: "She died at the hands of the trolls. During the Gula Bash War, even Ryan had not yet become a king."

"How old are you?" Dahl was a little curious.

Mosul shook his head and said, "It doesn't make sense to ask a warlock's age, but you can be sure I'm younger than Aegwen and older than King Ryan."

"It's like not saying it."

Mosul smiled and asked, "Last time I told you about that bishop. I thought you were dead after so long. I heard that there was a problem with the bishop's family, and some traces of the existence of creatures in another world were found. Does it have anything to do with you?"

"Of course." Dahl leaned against a tree in the flower bed next to him: "Time is so close that I can guess it, so there is no need for me to hide it from you."

After saying that, the two of them looked at the direction of Shanjin Town not far away. This place was very close to Shanjin Town. The blue eaves were looming, and low or high voices kept coming. They all deliberately lowered their voices, because only two people knew the next words.

"The bishop did hide some information related to the magic dagger that needs to be concealed, but it was sealed by Dalaran's mage, where there was the Violet Eye emblem of Kenreto."

"You didn't try to open it?"

"How to open it?" Dahl said helplessly: "Even the servants of the ancient gods can't be opened."

"You mean the so-called alien creatures there, who are actually servants of the ancient gods? What is it? Zerg or what is the more mysterious guy?"

Mosul almost asked excitedly when he heard Dar mention the ancient god's servant.

"It's not the Zerg, it's another kind of monster. They try their best to take out the information sealed by Kenreto."

"Why?"

"That is another ancient god's family, Mosul." Dahl explained: "I guess that ancient god must not want the one I serve to come back to this world, so I have to destroy all my efforts."

Mosul listened to Dahl's words and pondered for a while, saying, "Whether it was Dalaran or the Explorer Association, their information showed that these ancients had fought against each other, but I prefer the traces of internal fighting among the elemental lords."

"Believe it or not," Dahl suggested: "Do you want to find some time to come in with me and see if you can open the seal?"

"As long as you can find the secret hidden in it, that is, the bishop's record of the dagger, I will immediately find a way to take you into the Black Rock Mountain... to communicate with it."

"Since you said that," Mosul glanced at his sister's tombstone again and said, "Then I'll try it with you, just tonight."

Dahl asked suspiciously: "Those ancient gods' relatives tried to break the seal and didn't do it for a long time. How can you ensure that what you did in the future is not useless?"

"The seal of Dalaran naturally needs to be cracked by Dalaran's method. Even if it is a slave to the ancient god, I believe they have their own limitations."

Although Mosur's words were very confident, his expression was very serious. After all, for a sorcerer, the ancient gods' family was undoubtedly the closest to the class they dreamed of, and it was difficult to deny the abilities of these alien races from their own perspective.

In the middle of the night, they came to the bishop's residence. Dahl leaned under the iron railings on the exterior wall of the garden and asked Mosul, who was dressed in black next to him in a whisper: "What if Dahlar had already taken away the things inside?"

"How is it possible? If you take it away, why do you seal it here?" But just after saying that, Mosul felt a little suspicious. He shook his head and said, "What you said is not unreasonable. The investigator who asked Kenry to take away all the things and leave only a magic seal as a cover has not been done in his career."

"But if we don't open it, we will never know."

"That's right."

Dahl reached out to the top of the iron railing, looking at the Stormwind City guards holding torches in the distance, and felt that he and Mosul would not be able to sneak in like this. Even if he could hide his traces with shadows, the duration would not be enough to rush in under the guards' noses.

Not to mention there is a warlock next to him who can't hide his whereabouts.

"Damn it, just thinking about the ancient gods' family, I forgot that this place has been blocked."

Mosul did not answer, but he was also carefully observing the whereabouts of each guard. His face was not very good-looking. Needless to say, he was also worried about this matter.

However, of course, Dahl had another trick that he had not shown, that is, Onyxia taught him the shadow spell that influenced the soul in the small villa of the Brotherhood.

But before that, he had only used the order of fishman, and he simply let himself kill himself. As for ignoring the command of two people, can it work for humans with higher intelligence?

How can you know if you don’t try? At worst, you can run away. Who can trace the caster according to the spell? No one here has plug-ins.

Thinking of this, Dahl watched the guard closest to him chant a spell. Mosul noticed Dahl casting spells, turned around suddenly, and asked in a low voice: "What kind of magic is this?"

“Mental Control.”

The one who spoke was not Dahl, but the guard standing behind the wall.

As soon as the guard finished speaking, he immediately covered his mouth. Then he looked at his hands and body, and laughed twice excitedly.

Looking at Dahl who was motionless, Mosul immediately understood what kind of spell this was.

"Damn, where did you learn mental control?"

"I won't tell you." The guard replied with a smile, walking towards the other side.

Then, the guards squatted in the bushes and took off their pants and started to get on the big size. The squatting pit didn't see the wall here.

Dahl retracted the spell and blinked to confirm that consciousness was back.

Mosul whispered: "This spell is too dangerous. What if your body is attacked when you control the other party?"
Chapter completed!