"It's a trap!"
Of the three Kirin Tor councilors, Ansirem, the youngest and strongest Archmage, reacted the fastest,
though he was already in his early sixties.
"Defend yourselves!"
As he spoke, Ansirem was the first to cast [Mana Shield].
As a master of protective magic, this spell was always his opening move whenever he faced battle or an emergency. He was prepared to cast it at any moment.
Arcane energy expanded around him into a spherical shield, completely enveloping him while also protecting Modera, his old flame beside him.
Having just recovered from the panic caused by the unexpected incident, Modera snapped without any courtesy at the sight.
"I don't need you going out of your way for me!"
"Then consider it my wishful thinking!"
These two elderly people, both long past middle age, were actually bickering at a time like this.
Yet Ye Ting could still see the concern they held for each other in their eyes.
These two old people really were...
Ye Ting shook his head helplessly, unable to laugh or cry.
As the first to notice something was wrong, he had reacted far more quickly than Ansirem. The moment he sensed danger, an invisible force-field wall had already silently surrounded him.
The strange feeling Ye Ting had sensed from the moment he entered this place had actually come from the stillness around them.
With the Scourge's ruthlessness and Kel'Thuzad's cunning, how could they possibly fail to leave behind traps to hinder their pursuers after stealing an artifact?
Yes, the greatest anomaly was how unnaturally peaceful everything had been.
They had wandered around the ruins of the treasury for quite a while without anything happening. To say there was no conspiracy involved would be to underestimate Kel'Thuzad far too much.
Sure enough, the greatest trap had been