“Yes…I’m sorry.”

Although Morgans apologized, he looked at the zombie shaman and the guard next to him, but he was asking for help in his eyes.

In the jungle, the twenty or thirty zombies around each had weapons in their hands. Dahl, who was in the middle, gradually realized how bad his situation was... Morgans, who created this situation, obviously had no good intentions.

He wants to kill himself?

He turned his eyes and looked over his head. The wolves on the trees also had long-handled weapons in their hands.

But why, haven't taken action yet?

Did the scared werewolf subconsciously defend himself because he was afraid that he would hurt the mage, or did he rush to take action without waiting for the master's order?

He didn't know in his heart how much Morgans had controlled the werewolf, and he didn't know if he should tear him apart at this time and kill Morgans directly.

The young dragon's claws had already been raised to his chest, and even as the top scholar in Stormwind City, Morgans could not use magic to survive the attack of a one-stop at such a close distance.

Therefore, Morgans dares not move, and dares not say a word, waiting for an unknown fate.

Dahl couldn't help but complain in his heart that Saratas did not give him a clear signal - when will the gnolls be able to obey their instructions, how can they order them? In what way should they obey their orders?

Most importantly, are the gnolls affected now?

When Saratas spoke, the language he used was obscure and difficult to understand, and even the language he understood was difficult to remember, just like a vague feeling in a dream.

Questions, problems, all are problems.

He finally decided not to be so intense, so he put down his claws and pressed them on the orb that had no idea what it was.

A warm current soaked in the dragon scales through the smooth surface of the orb, causing Dahl to take a deep breath to feel this power. It was so close and fascinating that it could even be said...something tempting made him willing to completely fall in love with it, obey and surrender.

Although it feels like something positive, Dahl knows that it will definitely not do him well if he appears in such an occasion and is held by Morgans.

Morgans stared at the dragon claws placed on the orb with fear and fear on his face.

"What else do you have to say?" Youlong asked.

"Moon God Scythe..." Morgans breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly: "Moon God Scythe is likely to be in Kalimdo. Ur summarized some locations he thought might be in based on the investigation and research of the Quel'thalas elves."

"I remember you don't believe in Kalimdor's existence." Dahl said suspiciously: "What made you change your mind?"

Mogans lowered his body and reached out to the orb. Seeing that the young dragon had no intense reaction, he picked it up again.

"Since Master Ur and the High Elves are willing to believe that the ancient continent is divided in some troll legends is also popular, then I have no reason to question it alone." He put the beads into the box and said, "In fact, it is suspected that Kalimdor is a passion for rural men and ignorant nobles, and scholars all tend to believe it."

"I just... didn't want to do useless work at that time."

"Does go." Dahl said suddenly.

"What?"

Morgans took a step back, and Dahl suddenly spurted out a icicle condensed into a white beam of light from his mouth, hitting the box containing the mysterious orb.

"No!"

The mage shouted and pounced on the box, but it was too late.

The box had turned into a large piece of ice. After he picked it up, several cracks were generated, and finally it was divided into several frozen wooden boards to unfold. The beads inside were not spared, and they fell down one by one like broken glass pieces, smashed to the ground, and there was no trace of energy anymore.

"Why?!"

Morgans was almost angry, and he grabbed one of the ice cubes, his hands were bleeding.

"You are right. It is indeed the property of the Dragon Clan, so you are not qualified to own it." After Dahl finished speaking, he raised his front body and swayed his wings to the air.

Morgans, if you have other knowledge about the power of shadow, please share it with me as soon as possible. It is for your own good that you destroy the orb. If you bring that thing into the Black Stone Tower, then the master will definitely regard you as a thief who steals the property of the Dragon Clan..."

Mogans looked at the dragon shadow gradually moving away and finally couldn't help but curse: "Damn it! Beast! He didn't know what that was!"

The werewolves around had no extra movements since the beginning. Even when Dahl used frost breath to destroy the orb, only a few werewolves showed fear of the dragon breath, and most of the rest were just looking at it blankly.

In fact, from a few days ago, the gnolls' orders to themselves were far less impressive than they were at the beginning. Morgans has always regarded this as the consequence of his magical control with too many gnolls, so he specially reduced the scale of this roundup to twenty or thirty people to avoid problems.

But unexpectedly, these idiots still had no response.

"I thought you understood what I mean!" He whispered to the gnolls around him: "Catch this dragon and teach him a lesson... and then let me carry out my plan, don't kill him, but don't touch him!"

"You have made me lose face and will be in danger at any time from now on. Even a pig can guess what the situation just now means, let alone a dragon? When he figured it out... he will come and kill me."

Morgans was trembling all over, not sure whether it was because of anger or fear.

"It shouldn't be like this. You are willing to give everything for me. That magic will not be a problem..."

After saying that, he looked at the zombie shaman beside him, grabbed the other party's thin and narrow shoulders and shook it twice, and asked, "Are you loyal to me? Say! You are loyal to Morgans!"

"Morgans..."

The gnoll shaman repeated, then stumbled back, his eyes blurred and his mind seemed to be confused, as if he could not recognize who the person in front of him was.

He scratched his jaw with his claws, shook his head, made a clattering sound of teeth grinding, and then said, "We are willing to follow the orders of the mage, but a voice just now told me that what I did was bad for the tribe, Morgans."

"Just now? You said that just now? I planned for so long, but you were about to knock my entire plan overturned because you didn't know that there was something wrong with the nerve in your mind. Your brain was broken, are all the gnolls here broken?"

Morgans scolded him loudly, but then he realized whether there was something wrong with his magic?

He wiped the saliva from his mouth, squinted his eyes and glanced at the gnolls standing around. The captains wearing dark-skinned pendants were still emitting bright light on their necks.

This shows that the magic still works, and these guys are still controlled by the shadows, and in theory it is impossible to betray themselves, and it is impossible not to execute their plans and commands. The magic of using pendants to perform shadow commands is very ancient, and it can even be traced back to the war period between ancient trolls and Zergs, and no classic has ever questioned its power!

A powerful spellcaster can even use it to command humans and elves, and gnolls should be more reliable!

No, what the zombie mentioned just now...

"What sound?" Morgans asked suddenly, "What sound did you say just now?"

The shaman murmured as if in great pain and said, "The young dragon cannot be killed, the young dragon cannot be hurt..."

"Of course he can't be killed! Damn it! I just want you to help me arrest him!" Morgans shouted helplessly: "You idiots! Tell me where the sound you heard came from, I don't want to ask the third time!"

"I can't name him, Morgans!"

The japonica was coughing, as if it had suffered great torture, and the jaggers around seemed to be in similar confusion and torture, making Morgans seem like the only sober guy among a group of lunatics.

But Morgans was already blinded by the opportunity lost in his hands. He could not see the strange scene spreading in the woods at this moment, but just took out the dagger in his arms.

The shaman realized the murderous intent revealed by the mage and wanted to turn around and escape. However, Morgans had completed a spell and attached a layer of death-threatening shadow energy to stab the zombie hard into the back!

The zodiac screamed and knelt on the ground, twisting his body to get up again, but the shadow on his back corroded and twisted his nerves, making his efforts to get up a ridiculous dance.

"No zodiac can disobey my orders!"

Morgans growled a warning, trying to shock other wolves soldiers.

The jackals all showed fear and concern about the gradual loss of shaman life, but Morgans could clearly feel that this fear was not awe of his majesty, but another unknown panic.

"Who is here?!"

Morgans asked questions in the depths of the dark forest, but of course there was no response.

The gnoll shaman had stopped struggling, but he was still making waves of dying cry. The cry was originally a scream like a wild dog, but it soon turned into a human cry.

This crying made the wizard standing beside him feel a chill on his back. Although he was used to hearing such crying in the orc war ten years ago, Stormwind City was damaged in the war, and there were tragedies of family destruction everywhere. Vacant and wounded soldiers could be seen everywhere, crying, cursing, and asking for help were common.

And now, in this rarely visited forest, surrounded by zombies, human cries are the most disharmonious notes.

Not only was Morgans scared, but two gigod soldiers even whimpered because of fear and turned around and fled into the shadow of the forest. Several were also muttering, "I shouldn't have done this...I shouldn't have done this...", groping around, as if they were blind.

The pendants worn by the shamans and warlocks were becoming more and more irregular in the flash. Only then did Morgans realize that his magic had gone in an unknown direction and slowly escaped from his control.

What exactly is wrong with the magic of the dark skin pendant?

“Get out of here…”

He pushed away a wolfish soldier who had been guarding him from the moment before and fled to the Tower of Ilgara. This scene tonight made him nervous and confused, but he could not just let the magic continue to lose control in such a daze. He wanted to find out where the problem was.

"It must be that I was too radical. The number of gnolls I wanted to control was too large, which caused some kind of magic resonance..."

"But this is not an arcane... This is not an arcane. Shadow does not rely on the magic net to exist, and there is no resonance in this world!"

"No, no..."

While holding the handrail of the stairs, Morgans moved towards the top of the tower while thinking about the problem.

"There must be other mages or orc warlocks. The gnolls are resisting my magic. It must be those gnolls in the north who do not want to cooperate with me in the middle. I shouldn't have given them the pendant..."

"But the gnolls cannot have such power!"

Morgans punched the stairs and roared: "Dal! Dragon! It must be you... you have hidden something, you must have known that I want to kill you..."

"So why don't you order these gnolls to kill me?! You can't order them either. You are just a child, a madman who has not grown up... a wild beast!"

He rushed to the top of the tower, opened the window, and shouted: "Why don't you kill me directly?! Use your fangs, your claws, your purple lizard, your brainless monster!"

When Morgans listened to the whole forest echoing his roar, a sense of fear climbed into his mind again. Can the dragon hear it?

At this moment, he felt that his consciousness had lost control and might have gone crazy.

Shadows will interfere with people's spirits, and shadows will torture people's will. This is what all the scholars and experts who have studied and studied in this field repeatedly warned him when he first came into contact with this field.

But until the strangeness of these few days, he did not particularly realize what impact the shadow had on his mind.

Morgans pushed open the lid of a small box next to the alchemy table, took out a bottle of light blue potion, and drank it all. Blue blood appeared on his neck, and a faint white light flashed in his eyes. The potion was working.

He coughed a few times, his eyes closed, and he lay on the floor trembling, but it didn't last long.
To be continued...