Storm Fortress.

"Duke Berval, here is a letter to you." When he walked into the Storm Fortress, Xingchen had already held the letter in his hand.

"Darnasus' messenger, hasn't anyone told you the etiquette needed to meet the king?" A beautiful voice came, but the arrogant taste of the noble could not be changed.

The gorgeous dress wrapped around her graceful figure, her long black hair draped over her shoulders, and her face was beautiful and delicate. This is a real beauty, but the contempt and disgust in her eyes destroyed this beauty.

"Ms. Presto, they represent the Great Druid, and there is no need to salute." The plain words had an unquestionable majesty. The powerful ruling light saved Xingchen and the others. "Is this Mr. Lu Ji's letter?"

"This is a letter marked with a black feather." Since he was spared the trouble of ceremonies, Xingchen certainly would not find it uncomfortable, not to mention that he did not know what etiquettes needed to meet the king.

He raised his letter with both hands, which was respect for the Grand Duke of Berval.

A low question "Black feather mark?" brings a heavy feeling of oppression.

Is this the city of legendary heroes? The breath alone is already so terrible.

Xingchen straightened his back and faced the man in front of him. This was the third generation of Lich King, who pkled Brother Zeng and Brother Chun's real man. It was also the goal that made the tribe's royal family long for in the 1960s. The city-slaughtering group was destroyed in front of him again and again.

The letter in his hand was taken away, but it opened in front of the stars.

As he looked at the contents of the letter line by line, Berval's aura was also changing.

It seemed like a storm was raging the body, and it was like a black hole constantly pulling away from the air around me. This was a kind of dullness, a kind of affliction, a kind of suffocation that pinched the throat, Xingchen gritted his teeth and persisted hard.

It’s not that I don’t want to retreat, but I don’t dare to retreat! Because a prompt message just jumped out of my eyes:

"The test of the legendary powerful man

, persevere until the end in Bervar's momentum. Reward, 100% of the total experience. Mission failed and erased."

The cold words are like the sickle of the god of death that has been placed on the neck. A step back is not the vast sky, but the bottomless abyss.

"Are you his messenger? No wonder he became his messenger!" What he saw in his eyes was Xingchen's tired face, and a ray of satisfaction flew past his eyes. The momentum on Mount Boval had gradually calmed down, but he himself knew how terrifying the momentum on his body was to such a weak Xingchen and the others.

Looking at Beval's attitude, Xingchen became even more curious about the owner of the black feather mark. What kind of person is that he can make Beval and Tyrande have to pay serious attention to it.

"Can you tell me his name?" Since Berval has been misunderstood by the messenger of the black feather mark, how can you be worthy of yourself if you don't make good use of it?

"Didn't he tell you?

?”Boval was a little surprised. Did the man not even want to reveal his name? “He is Medivh!”

"The guardian of the world!" Xingchen was surprised.

Medivh is an old human demigod. He once fought against the ultimate boss Sargeras's powerful existence. Although he died in the end, his strength is beyond doubt. It is said that he was later resurrected by his mother Aegwen, but this powerful demigod has always been a dragon without a tail. The black feather mark should be due to his like to turn into a crow and wander around the world.

Now Xingchen also understands why everyone is so nervous when they see the marks on the envelope? In addition to the powerful strength of the demigod level, Medivh also has another title of "Prophet". He is the prophet of the gray-paved prophet in "In Warcraft". He predicted Lordaeron's undead plague, but unfortunately he did not receive attention. This is why the current plague land and the existence of the Undercity, Lordaeron, the most powerful kingdom of mankind, also perished overnight. Because when he knew the feather mark on the letter, it already indicates that something big is about to happen.

From this point of view, the prophet Medivh is more like a disaster star. No wonder so many people are nervous?

Of course, the above sentence is just Xingchen’s own complaint.

Now he finally figured out the whole story. Medivh's letter must warn something, and this matter must have something to do with Undercity, so they sent the undead to hunt it down. The dwarf must also know the origin of the letter, so he had already planned to entrust the letter to the elves on the post before he died, but he happened to be encountered by Xingchen and his adventure team.

"You completed the side mission, broken mechanical roaming bird."

"You completed the side quest to find the relics of the gnome."

"You completed the side mission, letter from Tyrande."

"You have completed the side mission, Berval's letter."

"You completed the side quest, what the feather mark means."

"You complete the task and figure out the whole story. You go through 5 side quests and add 5 mission experiences."

"You get experience value of 10,800"

"You remain unmoved in the momentum of Bervar, and the mission is completed. The experience of the whole profession increases by 100%.

As soon as Xingchen understood the context of the matter, he saw a dazzling message popping up in his eyes. This response speed was really fast enough!

With this series of rewards, Xingchen's experience suddenly

It jumped to 211%. You can learn skills and upgrade it before you can. But now is not the time to do these things.

"Your Majesty, given their great contribution to the Storm Kingdom, I beg to give you a reward!" Berval walked back to the high throne and said to the king sitting on the throne.

Xingchen's eyes then looked at the king sitting on the throne. Anduin Urien is still a child now. The gorgeous clothes set off with her white and tender little face, which is definitely the best-quality master who screamed countless stolen women. However, Xingchen knew that the king who wrote "I hope I can grow up quickly" was not a simple child.

"What do you think? Earl Presto?" the king did not speak, but turned to ask another lady next to him.

He has already understood the way of balance at a young age, and this is not a king who is willing to be merciless.

"Your Majesty, you should have your own opinion!" Earl Presto spoke proudly.

"But how should I reward them?" The little king looked innocent, but his eyes were flashing with strange gazes.

Not only did he show his king's pressure, but he also retained the face of the consul. The little king's scheming is indeed not simple.

"Since they are all adventurers, it is necessary to have a house in Stormwind City. Your Majesty will reward them with a house!" Countess Presto said calmly, as if he was doing business, but his eyes swept over Xingchen over and over again.
Chapter completed!