Blackburn was elusive enough, but now that he has obtained the Scepter of Sargeras, the space and distance in the material world have lost their meaning before his eyes.

As long as he wants, he can cross the entire world from the depths of the jungles of Pandaria to the top of the mountains of Northrend in the blink of an eye, or visit every city in the world in one day.

Even the barriers between worlds.

In the previous naval battle of Quel'Thalas, summoning Maim's Draenor pirate fleet from another world to Azeroth was just an ordinary operation that could be completed with the Scepter of Sargeras and the Space Beacon Stone.

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Of course, such a degree of space manipulation consumes a huge amount of the user's energy, but for Black, who is a great pirate and also a great warlock, such mental pressure is not enough to affect his accuracy in casting spells.

For example, now, while carrying a powerful undead and her big cat, the pirate still used a very cool space teleportation to transport him and Windrunner's mother from the Stratholme area to the gate of Narthalas College.

This speed was so fast that General Lilesa didn't even react.

She glanced around, then glared at Blake, who was full of excitement, and said:

"I haven't even had time to bid farewell to the Lich King. In your words, this is called fishing at work. Although I don't receive payment from His Majesty Lothar, this is too irresponsible."

"Let the Supreme Lich King wait, even this big thing will have to wait until my graduation ceremony is over."

The pirate disappeared with a whoosh, and reappeared a second later. He had changed into a set of standard spellcaster robes of Narthalas Academy, and even pretended to be equipped with a wand hanging on his waist that belonged to Gul'dan.

Great Skull Grimoire.

Black coughed a few times, straightened his clothes, held the head of Elisande he had just obtained, and waved a ball of shadow flames flying like smoke into his hand.

He looked at Windrunner's mother and said:

"Look, my hunting instructor, do I look like a graduating spellcaster now?"

"It's not like that."

General Lilesa shook her head and said:

"More like an evil villain who is ready to destroy the world at any time. The Gul'dan in my memory does not have the evil temperament that has formed a halo like you."

"Hey, let's just think you are praising me."

The pirate shrugged and was about to walk into the academy when he suddenly stopped and turned back to look at General Lyresa beside him with a faint look.

The look in her eyes made Windrunner’s mother feel uncomfortable, she frowned and said:

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Today is my graduation ceremony, my big day."

The pirate made a very critical expression, looked at General Lyresa up and down, and said:

"Are you going to attend in this outfit? Why don't you change into an evening dress?"

"Did I say you deserve a beating?"

Windrunner's mother's "smoky makeup" face wrinkled into a "Chuan" shape. Her left hand touched the elf sword at her waist. This dangerous action made the pirate immediately raise her hands and said:

"Okay, okay, an undead with such intense emotions like you is really unqualified. That's it. It's enough as long as the person comes. I can't expect too much."

"Hey! Black, Captain Stinky, what are you still doing standing there?"

The shouts of the idiot little Xingxing rang out from the academy, and she shouted:

"Come on, everyone is waiting for you. Everyone is waiting to see the first Nathalas student to graduate in ten thousand years. We have also prepared a cool bachelor's hat for you."

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There was a very joyful graduation ceremony held in Tol Barad, but the Quillinth cabin that Black had just left did not have much joy.

This is probably because, under the gaze of a group of kings with different expressions, the great villain, His Majesty the Lich King Lothar, finally appeared.

This once great man of mankind did not engage in that belated trick. He almost missed the time and appeared in front of the king and senior officials of various countries. He still wore the black armor he wore when he was awakened in the North County Abbey and never left.

Frostmourne was also held in his hand, but not in an attacking posture.

Even so, when they saw this breathtaking magic sword, those old kings who had been sitting on the throne for a long time and had not felt the atmosphere of the battlefield still felt the coldness from the bottom of their hearts.

At this moment, even people who have no concept of power can understand and feel the soul-oppressing aura represented by the man in front of them.

But this kind of atmosphere was not deliberately released by Lothar.

As his connection with Frostmourne became closer and closer, the majesty of the Lich King became heavier and heavier.

This was before the Helm of Command that matched Frostmourne had yet been worn. Once Lothar obtained the battle helmet of the Undead Lord, his will could envelope the entire world in an instant.

Only then will the Lich King's power truly reach its peak.

"sit!"

Lothar walked into the main seat of the Quillins cabin without looking back, and sat on the spiked throne completely made of ice, escorted by his three Apocalypse Knights.

He raised his hand like a master and said a word in a cold tone.

The other kings looked at me and I looked at you. Old King Terenas was the first to sit on his chair with a normal expression, and the others also sat down one after another.

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely stagnant for a while.

Everyone knew that Lothar came with a purpose this time, but few could guess what the Lich King's purpose was.

It is this unknown that brings fear to them.

Especially when the man in front of him really has the strength to bring the seven human kingdoms together, this fear seems so real.

It feels like there is a ghost lying on the back of the neck, constantly blowing cold air towards the neck.

Like a awn on the back.

In such an uncomfortable atmosphere, Lothar took the initiative to speak.

"I did not come with destruction, and I do not want to evoke natural disasters to sweep across this continent at this time, although I can do so.

But it’s not necessary.”

The Lich King's hollow voice echoed in the hall. His eyes were not looking at a specific person, as if he was staring at something deeper.

There seems to be no focus.

But absolutely no one would think that Lothar had lost his mind at this time.

"Before my arrival, someone has already used vivid examples to prove one thing to you. The scattered eastern continent cannot resist any powerful force."

The Lich King continued to say in an unhurried tone:

"I think His Majesty the Sun King should understand this profoundly. All the paladins and soldiers who participated in the Battle of Quel'Danas Island have also witnessed the destruction of the powerful force.

You have all sent reinforcements to Quel'Thalas, and even the Kaldorei elves from as far away as Kalimdor have come to support you.

But the result of the war was still failure.

A miserable failure.

When facing Queen Azshara and her deep-sea army, you can't even mount an effective counterattack. But Queen Azshara was the loser in the war ten thousand years ago...

If you can't even resist her majesty, how can you resist the Burning Legion that is destined to come next?

I know that before the disaster in the distance turns into a sword of reality and pierces your chest, there are always people who think that the disaster in the story will not happen to them.

I used to be such a naive person.

But your secret backstabbing taught me this simple truth.

We must be prepared for all possible dangers. Whether we like it or not, those real threats will not change based on our thoughts.

This is what I want to say to you today."

Lothar paused, his eyes scanning everyone in the silent hall in front of him, and he continued to say in that hollow tone:

"I chose to hold on to Frostmourne because I didn't want to suffer a tragic defeat in the next war. My undead Scourge and I were ready to face the devil.

I am very confident that I can defeat them on my territory, but unfortunately, this world is not limited to Northrend.

I have said the same thing once in Beijun.

Now I repeat it.

I want to win!

Whoever hinders me from winning is my enemy.

Whoever helps me win is my friend!"

The Lich King shook his head, and amid the cold frost, he said:

"Everyone, do you understand what I mean?"

The other kings looked at each other, and only the Sun King nodded seriously. The old King Terenas seemed to have guessed Lothar's expression, and he also nodded slightly.

But just when everyone thought it was over, a young man stood up.

There was a loud "bang" sound.

A sword was stuck on the table in front of Lothar.

The familiar hilt and strange blade shape made all the humans in the hall scream in surprise, and even made old King Terenas, who had just closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, stand up on the spot in shock.

Lothar, King Ryan and Archlich Antonidas behind him widened their eyes.
To be continued...