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Fortunately, the other party didn't say anything, and Pfister knew what was going on.

It can maximize good luck and avoid bad luck.

Jazba's conservatism is obviously superfluous.

The Burning Legion represented by Sargeras is not good at reading people's hearts.

The major giants were almost all cheated by Illidan, which is a clear proof.

If he is facing the ancient gods, then he has to be careful.

Jaziba then sent him off with a few words of encouragement.

At the end of the day, he asked Pfister to pack his luggage and report at nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

A day is just a snap of the fingers.

Pfister came as scheduled the next day.

Jaziba didn't say much, and personally brought him to the atrium, only to see that the place has changed a lot.

The clearing houses a mysterious spell matrix.

Magic ink, the ink is still new.

Obviously painted recently.

Then he came to the array and concentrated on casting spells.

Massive arcane energy rose, forming a blue vortex-shaped door.

Then Jazba smiled and said, "Because of unknown changes, the space around the Swamp of Sorrows is not stable. I can only open the portal to the Dusk Forest for you. Follow the map and go northeast, and you will be able to enter the headwind." The trail. Start now, and you should be there in the afternoon."

"Speaking of which, in Dalaran, you have never seen or heard of this kind of cross-border teleportation space spell, have you? Listen, if you complete the mission well, the reward you will get will be beyond imagination, Dalaran and Quill Salas is but a poor imitation, and the true Temple of the Arcane lies elsewhere."

And what Jazbah said was true.

In this era, space magic is not well developed.

Or monopoly in the hands of a few.

Pfister had indeed never seen it.

Therefore, other than helping him arrive faster, his behavior also has elements of showing his strength.

It's a pity that Jaziba winked at the blind man.

Pfister is well aware of how popular the future portal will be.

Ten fingers can't count the number of doors that a mage can open.

As for the so-called magic sanctuary, the Tirisfal Council, if it is not completely destroyed, it will be considered a success.

Therefore, Pfister didn't buy Jazba's picture cake.

But he didn't say much, and quickly bid farewell to the other party and crossed the portal.

The feeling of cross-border transmission is undoubtedly not wonderful.

Pfister's eyes were dark.

The body also seemed to be squeezed.

Fortunately, this feeling only lasted for a moment, and he was already in front of a town in a blink of an eye.

Afterwards, he simply inquired and learned that Jaziba's words were true.

This is Nightshade Town in Duskwood.

It is no less than one million square kilometers away from Dalaran, which is located in the Hillsbrad hills.

It can be seen from this that although space magic is not necessarily advanced, it is indeed very practical.

Then he didn't go to the town, but took the time to hit the road.

The real environment is much more complicated than the game.

Therefore, Pfister has gone a lot of wrong ways.

Finally, in the evening, they arrived in Karazhan.

Karazhan is a huge duplex tower.

The shape is a bit baroque, but it is much more magnificent and magnificent than any well-known classical buildings in his previous life.

And this mage tower plays an important role in the plot of the Warcraft series.

It can be said to be the beginning of everything.

Pfister couldn't help but tense up.

Karazhan's front door was sealed, so he turned to the small door on the side, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

And he pushed it lightly, and it opened by itself.

There was clearly an invisible hand at work.

But Pfister has come all the time, so he can only bite the bullet and enter.

Then his experience was like a nightmare.

Pfister seems to be stuck in a never-ending maze.

Can never escape from the winding corridors.

In order to leave this place, Pfister did everything possible.

This includes but is not limited to marking walls.

As a result, the distance between his beacons changed, and the visible space was constantly changing.

He immediately realized that this might be an understatement.

He can never escape until the owner of the tower is satisfied.

But Pfister wasn't going to kick the door violently.

Still trying to find a way out.