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24. The terrifying legend of Stranglethorn Vale --- Crow 1131 [4/30]

The magical wind has no sound, and ordinary people who look directly at it cannot even detect it. It is like the wind blowing through the calm sea. It will only be like a gentle hand, brushing against every coast, embracing everyone who can feel it.

People who can use it.

But the premise is that it is a calm magic. Once it becomes manic... it will be like a raging wave that swallows countless ships and lives.

"call"

The arrogant magic storm roared and swept through every corner of Dalaran's teleportation hall. In the reflection of the crystal lamp, every ray of light was refracted into colorful and gorgeous light, just like the most beautiful blooming in the polar regions of the world.

Aurora, but it appeared in problems that shouldn't have arisen.

"Bang"

The portal that was forcibly torn open carried a pale light, mixed with unknown and dark power. In the confrontation with the huge magic power, Archmage Modera was smashed out of the portal in an embarrassing posture.

In the eyes of the panic-stricken garrisoned mages, one of the six most powerful people in Dalaran just hit the wall engraved with magic lines like a thrown war hammer.

"Go! Get out of here!"

The disheveled Modera raised her head, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, turned to look at the frightened stationed mages, and shouted loudly:

"The enemy is coming!"

As soon as she finished speaking, with an earth-shaking loud noise, Archmage Ansrem was smashed against the wall in the same posture. The white portal in front of everyone was torn even wider, and the general manager

The bohemian Archmage's face was covered in blood at this time, and he no longer had the smell of game dust. He coughed up blood and stood up with his staff.

"It can't be stopped...Modra, come with me and turn it off!"

"You're crazy! Antonidas and Kael'thas are still over there!"

Lady Modera screamed:

"They're still insisting, that monster...it..."

"We can't stop him!"

Ansrem turned his head and roared at Modera:

"Don't you understand? We can't stop him! The monster tore open the portal leading here with one hand. He used the space beacon we left before. Do you know what this means?

?”

"This is a trap!"

The Archmage, who always acted like he didn't care about anything, lifted up his heavy body and walked forward step by step with difficulty against the magic storm. As the seven-color light shone, Ansrem's blood-stained hair was blown up.

He left bloody footprints one after another behind him, and his face was dark, not only because of the fatal magic power hitting his body, but also because of the struggle and pain in his heart.

"This is a trap... It's waiting for us there. Its target is not us at all, Dalaran... It's coming to Dalaran, don't you understand? It can't pass through the violet barrier, it

We can only use this stupid method of waiting and waiting."

Standing in front of the pale portal where the chaotic magic storm gathered, the dazzling, scorching light burned his body and his wounds. He turned around and looked at Modera, his eyes full of despair:

"We must close this door. Once that monster of steel and flesh enters Dalaran... it will be over!"

"boom"

The violent magic burst out again at this moment, this time the magic was even more intense, like a shock wave rushing from the center of the circle to all directions. The moment it swept across the teleportation hall, the magic turned into pure coldness and darkness.

, and even blocked the light of thousands of crystal lamps.

The stationed mages were finally awakened from this terrifying energy explosion. They rushed forward in a hurry, deployed defensive barriers, and dragged the Archmage Ansrem over who was hit by the energy impact.

The mage's condition was extremely bad. He had fallen into a coma, a near-death coma.

"Buzz"

The dark energy dissipated little by little. The moment the spar lamp illuminated the hall again, Modera, who held the staff tightly, raised her head and saw her companion who rushed back from the other side of the portal, Antonidas White.

His beard was floating. Next to him, Prince Kael'thas, who was holding a blazing flaming magic sword, had a deep expression. Cold frost and scorching flaming fireballs were suspended around the two archmages, like a wall.

, standing in front of everyone and the city behind them.

In front of them, in front of the torn pale space rift, the great lich Khadgar stood there. In this fierce battle of magic, one-third of the entire Grim Batol underground city was destroyed.

But the great lich seemed not to have been harmed. He still maintained his previous appearance, looking at the messy hall in front of him with nostalgic eyes.

"Do"

The guardian staff wrapped with dark red mana lines pressed against the floor of the hall, and Khadgar whispered:

"I stand on your soil...again."

"What do you want to do? Khadgar!"

Archmage Antonidas waved his staff. As an archmage with extremely profound research on teleportation and frost in the human magic world, he stared at Khadgar in front of him. He glanced at the body lying at Khadgar's feet, unaware of his death.

Archmage Drandon, he asked in a deep voice:

"Do you want to start a war with all of Dalaran? Here? At this time?"

"No!"

Khadgar flicked his fingers, and the dying Drandon was picked up from the ground by invisible magic hands. The archlich stared at the three archmages in front of him who could still fight with his silver eyes. He said softly:

"I said, except for the fact that Drandon is about to die, I am here just to say hello to you..."

After saying that, the archlich turned around, just as he had come, and stepped into the pale portal behind him. Behind him, Archmage Drandon's body was also dragged into it, and Card

A strange voice sounded in the teleportation hall behind him:

"The wheel of the world has started to move again, the era of life is about to end, and the dark era of turbulence is about to begin. All of this, everything, including you and me, no one can escape it..."

"Khadgar!"

Prince Kael'thas took a step forward, his eyes fixed on the archlich's disappearing back, and he shouted loudly:

"Where is Tyrion? I need to talk to him!"

"It's a pity that he is not here. While you are wasting your precious time and mine, my "new friend" is already dealing with the real enemy... Kael'thas, wait for that moment to come, there is no need to waste time.

Go find him..."

"Buzz"

The pale portal suddenly began to rotate at this moment. Amidst the splashing firelight, the gathered white halo slowly withered like petals, swirling in the dark hall, just like the disappearance of its villainous master, just like it

It had never happened before, and it was such a suffocating scene, it seemed more like a silhouette of a disaster.

But Khadgar's last voice still reached Kael'thas's ears clearly and lowly:

"Sooner or later, he will come to find you."

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Stranglethorn Valley, one of the southernmost lands on the mainland, is covered with primitive jungles, abundant water sources, inexhaustible prey, and a few fertile lands that can be cultivated.

Civilization once took root here and grew to a brilliant level, but now, it is ignorance and barbarism that rules here.

The savage Gurubashi trolls rule here. They are a branch of the ancient Zandalari troll empire. A few years ago, the trolls had no natural enemies in this jungle. This was their paradise. According to those who have

According to the explorers and treasure hunters who were lucky enough to return to Stranglethorn Valley, there was an ancient city full of gems and gold hidden deep in the mountains shrouded in dense forests.

Zul'Gurub, the holy ancient city of the Gurubashi Trolls, where they still live today.

But now, after the Bleeding Ring orcs settled in Stranglethorn Valley, the civilized ecology here has undergone some small changes. Because of the change in the timeline, the Bleeding Ring chief Kilrogg. Deadeye has escaped death with his violent

The warriors who were also skilled in jungle warfare spent three years and spent a great price to capture one-third of Stranglethorn Valley from the barbaric troll headhunters.

The moment the orc farmland and farms appear in the dense forest, it represents the remnants from another world. The orcs who were once dominated by madness began to be accepted by this benevolent new world, especially after surviving the evil.

After the difficult time of blood sequelae, the fire of orc civilization will sooner or later take root in this new world.

Of course, what I'm going to talk about today has nothing to do with these orcs, or in other words, it doesn't have anything to do with it yet.

South Stranglethorn Valley and Booty Bay are the only large ports in this wild mountain range. They are controlled by the goblin consortium and are one of the most prosperous commercial cities in the southern part of the entire eastern continent.

The goblin trading prince Levigaz who manages this place is also known as the "rich man". He is a typical goblin businessman, cunning, cruel, greedy and rational, and has a unique vision. He is a difficult person. It is said that

He funded the establishment of the Blackwater Pirates that roamed the South China Sea, but Rivergaz himself has always denied this statement.

Standing at the highest point of Booty Bay every day, overlooking your own city, watching the busy merchant ships coming in and out of the harbor, bringing endless wealth to you, is one of the things that rich people like to do most, and they have even developed a habit of doing so.

Once he gets used to it, no matter what worries he has, as long as he stands there, he will feel simple and fulfilling happiness.

Except today...

"Here they come!"

A tall, even stronger than the tallest Draenei, with a body comparable to that of an elite demon, appeared behind Rivergaz. He had dark, muscular skin, and was wearing a pirate's blouse with a belt tied around his waist.

A two-handed heavy sword. For humans, this thing requires a pair of strong hands to hold, but for this guy, it is just a one-handed sword.

The most eye-catching thing is this guy's head, which is a cow's head, lifelike, almost exactly the same as a cow's head, with horns, a nose ring, and two strands of black hair braided into whips on his shoulders.

On his cow's head, there is a certain black pirate captain's hat, dotted with white feathers. It should be very gorgeous, but now it has been stained with oil and blood and is dirty.

This is a tauren that is rare in the eastern continent. What is even more strange is that this is a tauren pirate! And he looks like a pirate captain.

But at this time, this dangerous behemoth stood respectfully behind the rich goblin who was only as high as his calf, and whispered:

"Boss, my captain, Chun Fang, is a great guy. He found them overseas. I'm not sure if they are coming towards the bay, but judging from the route they sailed, we need to be prepared to deal with plunder."

.”

"Plunder?"

Wearing black trousers, a white shirt, and wearing five gold rings and three gemstone rings on his fingers, the rich man screamed in a goblin's unique voice:

"Kara Cape!"

"Here! Boss!"

The strong black tauren straightened his body suddenly, and then heard the goblin's voice becoming dangerous:

"I pay you 4,000 gold coins every month. Do you mean to tell me when I need you that we must be prepared to "respond to looting"? Robbery? Robbery! Maggots! Disgusting! Hot chicken!

"

The goblin rich man waved his fists, his cunning eyes full of viciousness:

"I'm not afraid of spending money, but even if I throw the money into the water, I can still hear a noise! ​​If you still want to continue to live your leisurely life in Booty Bay, Kara, take your people and kill those maggots

Get out of my city!"

"Booty Bay belongs to me! Every penny in this city belongs to me! No one can take them away!"

The goblin looked at the tall tauren and shouted sharply:

"Do you understand?"

"Well."

After the irritable goblin vented his anger, the seemingly honest but cunning Tauren pirate touched his head and said angrily:

"We have signed an agreement, but Levigaz, I can resist even Kul Tiras' navy for you, and I am not afraid even of Dai Lin's "Sea King Power", but not this time..."

Our agreement didn't say that I would help you deal with a group of undead or a group of vampires... You see, I'm just following the rules."

"Damn vampires! That's just a way to trick fools!"

The rich goblin took a step back in fear, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to give in:

"I don't believe there are any vampires in this world! That's a lie!"

"Buzz"

As soon as Rivergaz finished speaking, a slender dark red figure appeared beside him. The tauren pirate pulled out his sword with a swish, but was pressed against his neck by three sharp blade wheels from behind.

"Hold still, calf. Your horns are beautiful. I guess you don't want to lose them, right?"

"Hey, relax, guys."

Kara Cape is an old sea dog. He knows when to give in. He raised his hands obediently, but Nasa didn't even look at him. She bent down and stared at the rich goblin with her blood-red eyes:

"As for you... the rich man, you should believe any legend related to vampires, but our real name is not... vampire..."


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