Goodbye, Cuihua! Goodbye, Gou Erdan!

I, Zhang Haoran, are the man who wants to become a god!

Before he could sigh for a long time, Medivh blessed him with a powerful ice shield and then threw it into the open portal.

"Go, boy! Grow up early to the level of being able to serve this prophet!"

The portal was opened at a height of hundreds of thousands of meters and quickly fell toward the ground.

"Oh no! The portal seems to be open a little high!"

Something seemed to have gone wrong, but Medivh wasn't very worried.

He originally wanted to leave Zhang Wudi in the Kingdom of Ultratown, which would be relatively safer there.

Now the portal is open high, and the huge ice is pulled by the airflow when it falls and begins to float to the northeast.

Originally, Medivh was just pretending to be a pussy, wanting Zhang Haoran to experience free high-altitude bungee jumping.

Unexpectedly, this unexpected situation seemed to be a bit of a playful look.

However, as long as he does not fall into an undead town like Andorhal, he believes that Zhang Haoran can be safe and sound!

The huge ice slashed through the sky, dragging a blue ice light on the Gairoen Farm, far from Andorhal.

The blue ice as high as two stories high is at least ten times larger than the formation when the Lich King Neozu arrived!

Ner's skull is a ragged orc skeleton, carrying the helmet of the deity and the sorrow of frost, and is frozen in a piece of two cubic meters of ice.

Zhang Haoran is amazing, with at least one hundred cubic meters, but there are no magical tools inside, only one complete human.

Of course, the number one alchemist in Azeroth seems to be no worse than a magical weapon.

Zhang Haoran, who was protected in the thick ice, looked at the huge island in Dalonmil Lake in the distance, and his heart was full of resentment towards Medivh.
Chapter completed!