The strongest lord system

Chapter 545 Medivh!
"What does this have to do with me?" Allen frowned, he was a little impatient.

Cenarius smiled and shook his head: "You have to be patient. Listen to me slowly."

"When I came to this continent, the surviving races began to live here at that time, but the powerhouses at that time did not forget their fears. They were afraid that the Burning Legion would come to this space again, so they began to predict the future. Among them The greatest prophet, he used his own life to prophesy. The final result is..."

"Those guys will break through the space barrier and come to this continent. However, the prophet cannot determine the time, but he left us an important clue. At that time, there is a person who will bring his own Legion to defeat those demons."

Allen smiled and spread his hands: "You don't think that the so-called prophecy refers to me, do you? Let me tell you, my current "legion" is only a few tens of thousands of people. And it is still being suppressed by other people on the mainland. Racial threat."

Cenarius smiled and nodded: "I know. Your Stormwind City, there are many magical things there, artillery, muskets, water supply, and that strange steam engine."

Allen's expression froze. These are all important things in his own territory. It's not surprising that people know about artillery, muskets, and water supply.But the steam engine, that's a classified thing.

"Don't get me wrong. You know that I am a prophet. Although I am the prophet of the eternal forest, it doesn't mean that I stand with the elves. I don't care about those things. All I want is to prevent the disaster that is likely to come .” When Cenarius spoke, a golden thing appeared in his hand: “This is what the prophet got in the prophecy. He said that this thing can help the hero, the man from another world. Hero. Since then, this thing has been passed down in the hands of successive prophets."

As he said that, Cenarius stretched out his hand, and a green vine suddenly appeared, entangled with that thing and slowly extended towards Allen.

Allen looked at the thing that was slowly approaching, it was small, golden and black, like... It was like a USB flash drive.

The tree vine stopped half a meter away from him.

Allen hesitated for a moment, but still took the thing.

When his hand touched this thing, a miraculous thing happened, and that thing went directly into Allen's body.

"The system is restarting."

"The system has restarted."

"The system has been successfully upgraded to an advanced level, consuming all accumulated faith points."

I'm so tired. Could it be that the system didn't respond suddenly because of a card bug?And this little thing is called a... patch?
However, all the faith points I had worked so hard to accumulate disappeared.

Uh... Forget it, at least the system is back to normal and there is nothing wrong.

Allen began to check carefully in the system. In addition to many more columns to choose from, the necromancer subsystem still exists there, but it seems to be more assimilated with the system.

Then Allen can infer the general reason for this incident.

It should be because something went wrong in the system suddenly, just like a virus, and then the undead system that originally lived in the system lost its checks and balances, and the original attributes broke out. This is the so-called no tiger monkey in the mountain. Your Majesty.

"It seems. Your problem should have been solved." Cenarius looked at Allen with a smile.

Allen took a deep breath, looked at the black throne below him, and the endless army of undead in the desert city. Although he liked this feeling very much, he didn't want the loneliness in it.

With a wave of his hand, the undead army turned into clouds of black air and disappeared into Allen's hands in an instant.

"prophet."

"Just call me Cenarius."

"Cenarius. If... I mean, if I am the person you said. Then what can I do?" Allen looked at Cenarius suspiciously.

"I don't know." Cenarius shook his head very simply.

"Aren't you a prophet? How could you not know?" Allen pouted.

"I am a prophet, but a prophet is not omnipotent. A prophet can use the prophecies he has learned to explore possible future events, but those events may also change due to certain events, so our prophecies are also Not [-] percent correct."

"Butterfly effect!" Allen frowned.

"What does the butterfly effect mean?" Cenarius asked strangely.

"The Butterfly Effect is actually.... For example, at this time, a giant dragon appeared in a place where he should not have appeared for some reason, and flapped his wings. As a result, a few years later, somewhere in the world There was a storm. This is the butterfly effect. It means that certain actions may have changed the future without realizing it," Allen said.

"Papapa. Interesting, interesting. What a butterfly effect." Cenarius applauded and continued: "And all I can predict now is that there will be a hero who will stop the coming of those terrifying demons, but I don't know how he does it. I can predict that those Burning Legion will tear space and come to this world, but I don't know when they will appear, where they will appear, and in what way they will appear. And, although There will be heroes, but I can't predict whether we will win in the end."

Allen was silent. The prophet in front of him said too many things, as if some things that had appeared in his mind were connected in series, demon?A demon from another dimension?Maybe... I have already encountered them.

"However. I have a friend, maybe he can know an important clue. By the way, he is a human being like you." Cenarius looked at Alan with a smile.

"Then where is he?" Allen asked.

"Come with me." Cenarius held out his hand, and a black hole appeared in the void.

Then Cenarius walked in.

Allen followed without hesitation.

Regarding what Cenarius said just now, he still wants to know. If there are creatures more terrifying than the necromancer disaster coming to this world, then this is something that Stormwind City does not want to see.

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"How long do we have to go?" Allen didn't know how long they had been walking in this empty space. It felt like they were walking all the time, but the scene around them didn't change at all.

"I don't know." Cenarius' answer was very flat: "I told you just now, this is the subspace."

"By the way. What does this subspace mean? Are we in another world now?" Allen asked suspiciously.

What he knew just now is that the people on this continent actually came from a world called Azeroth, so is it possible for him to find the space of that earth?Although the possibility is very slim, Allen still has a little expectation in his heart.

Cenarius shook his head: "It seems that you don't know much about space. In fact, the time and space we live in is divided into several spaces. The largest one is called the main plane. It is rumored that there is chaos there, and the creators live After that, there are various subspaces, that is, the continent we live in. Azeroth is also a subspace. No one knows how many subspaces the founders created. Besides subspaces, there is another subspace Space and subspace are divided into many types. Magic summoners can summon monsters to fight, and their monsters usually stay in their subspace, but such subspace is only more than ten square meters at most. .”

"There is also a subspace for storing props, which is only a few square meters, and it cannot live with living things. These are the lowest subspaces, which can be created by powerful magicians or some strong people."

Allen looked around. They had been walking in this space for an unknown amount of time. It would not be wrong to say that it was thousands of square meters, and it was only a lot more.

"So this subspace we're in now?"

"This subspace is not an ordinary subspace. This space is very large. And it is located in the gap between two subspaces." Cenarius said in a deep voice.

"In the cracks? Could it be that Azeroth and Somilia where we are?" Allen said in surprise.

"Yes. You must know that there is a wall between the two subspaces. It is impossible for people like this wall to break through. There are too many fields that need to be involved, even those terrifying Burning Legion , They want to open a passage from one subspace to another subspace, and they need a lot of opportunities." Cenarius was talking, and a building appeared in front of him, a towering spire surrounded by many blue crystals From time to time, there will be blue ripples.

"This is the magic tower!" Allen did not expect to see such a building among humans in such a barren space.

"Yes. That man is amazing, he can actually build a magic tower here, he is really a genius." Cenarius looked at the building, and he couldn't forget to sigh in admiration.

At this moment, a figure appeared on the magic tower.

Cenarius stopped in his tracks and said with a smile, "He's coming down."

The figure's feet stepped directly out of the range of the magic tower, and when he fell, his body suddenly disappeared, and then appeared in front of Allen and the others.

"Cenarius, is it a rare visitor?" Wearing a black magic robe, dressed in a very ordinary way, his eyes stayed on Alan's body for a while; "Why did you bring me a guest?"

"Hahaha. Let me introduce something to you. This is Mr. Alan, the lord of Stormwind City." After introducing Alan, Cenarius pointed to the black-robed magician.

"This is the greatest human magician in my opinion on the continent, Medivh!"

(End of this chapter)