27. Madman Zangil---for Penny's little baby brother [1/10]
"Bang"
In the warm Ironforge, Rogelio, the interim governor of Khaz Modan, punched the table in front of him. He raised his head and looked at the orc high-level death knight in front of him with a gloomy expression.
A question emerged from between his teeth.
"You told me, they ran away?"
"You tell me, the hundreds of thousands of dwarves who were trapped in Coldridge Valley by us are like the hundreds of thousands of dwarves who were thrown into a trap and disappeared?"
"That's hundreds of thousands of people! That's not hundreds of thousands of rats! How could they disappear without a trace overnight?"
The high-ranking knight who was questioned was a little nervous. In fact, this simple orc death knight felt that what he said was like a madman, but he had to say that in the face of the angry Rogelio, he said dryly
The voice said:
"Lord, we have divided 30 high-level knights and are constantly monitoring the dwarves at the sentry in the Coldridge Valley. Just yesterday afternoon, they strangely gathered in the Anvilmar Fortress, and the dwarves walked in a queue.
We entered the fortress, but they did not come out... It was not until midnight that we felt something was wrong, so we ventured into Anvilmar Fortress to check..."
"But there is no one there anymore. Although it sounds a bit crazy, they really disappeared out of thin air. Other knights can testify that this is not because we have neglected our duties. The dwarves must have used some means that we don't know about...
"
"Have you checked the ground!"
The anger of the undead went away as quickly as it came. Soon, Rogelio calmed down. He sat back on the chair, rubbing his chin, closing his eyes and thinking. High-level death knights all have their own wisdom.
, they would not choose to hide it on such a major matter.
Faced with Rogelio's inquiry, the high-ranking knight nodded:
"Yes, Lord, we have searched every inch of the ground in Anvilmar Fortress, but we did not find the existence of the secret passage. However...in the deepest basement of the fortress, there is energy that we have never seen before.
The remaining dark warlocks who accompanied the army speculated that the dwarves should have performed a ritual similar to opening a portal there, but the magic power there was normal... This is what makes us puzzled."
"Bang"
Just as the high-ranking knight finished speaking, the door of the governor's office was pushed open, and Crow wearing black leather armor walked into the office, waved his hand to the high-ranking knight, and the latter immediately left respectfully.
"Found them."
The crow threw a vague magic seal on Rogelio's table. The direction of the strait could be seen on the wall, and there were many black spots on it.
"The coastline northwest of Khaz Modan is a place that cannot be reached by normal means, but the dwarves are there now, and the Kul Tiras Third Fleet swimming in the wetland sea has turned and is heading towards
Advance towards that coast...So if you don't plan to mobilize all your military forces to stop the Kul Tirans at sea, then we won't be able to keep these dwarves."
The legendary arakkoa assassin scratched the beautiful black feathers on his head with his claws, and asked with some confusion:
"Have you figured out the reason? How did these dwarves cross nearly a thousand kilometers overnight and appear on the coastline?"
"They used some weird magic."
Rogelio threw the vague magic imprint on the table, crossed his legs and put them on the edge of the table. He leaned on the chair, rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes and said:
"A kind of magic we have never encountered before, large-scale teleportation, hundreds of thousands of people, it is unimaginable... If this mode can be used frequently, it will be a terrible threat to us, I plan to invite
The Archlich will go to Anvilmar Fortress in Coldridge Valley to investigate on the spot, and I hope he can give us a reassuring answer."
"As for the dwarves... let them be."
Rogelio grabbed a document on the table, opened it and read:
"The security situation in Khaz Modan is not optimistic. I don't want hundreds of thousands more people to be stabbed. Speaking of which, have you seen Tyrion? From yesterday afternoon to now, he seems to have disappeared...
"
Crow shrugged, a trace of curiosity flashed in his black eyes:
"His Majesty set out for Stranglethorn Vale at midnight yesterday. He said that he was going to fulfill an important promise, and that I was also leaving Ironforge and going to Arathi Highlands to contact our Lady Nassa.
..I heard that she has been enjoying herself there recently. In short, it is a pleasure to work with you, Roger."
"Me too."
The governor of Khaz Modan stood up, straightened his clothes, and stretched out his hand towards the crow:
"I wish you a safe journey, friend, and see you on the next battlefield!"
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"Well... this place is different from the last time I came here."
In the jungle of Stranglethorn Valley, Tyrion, who was riding on a skeleton horse, frowned and looked at the extremely lush black vines growing on both sides of the road. Looking at the curved horns on the surface of the vines, he could probably guess,
What do these weird plants use as nutrients?
"Yes, the plants here seem more...more aggressive than before."
The Blood Matron, who was walking side by side with Tyrion on the tree-lined path, also frowned and stared at the more prosperous dense forest around her. As a top ranger, she could feel the eyes hidden in the darkness of the dense forest.
Full of aggressive gazes, some belong to wild beasts, but others come from unsettling plants.
In the forests controlled by the Blighters, the dangers are far more than just the beasts.
"I hate this place!"
The blood mage Autumn pushed up the monocle on his face and threw out a bunch of corrosive blood arrows, which completely corroded the ugly and ferocious young piranha hiding in the grass nearby.
The twisted creature turned into a ball of disgusting flesh in the struggle. He turned around and said to the blood mage Severn beside him:
"The plants here have been severely activated. Their intelligence is low, but they are full of aggression and power that do not match their intelligence. No rational creature should enter here. However, this place is a place for alchemists.
This is a true Feng Shui treasure land. I want to move my laboratory here. The activated plants collected here will definitely be able to prepare medicines with amazing effects."
"Then you must first establish a good relationship with the "owner" here."
The blood mage Severn, who was becoming more and more like a legendary vampire, waved his delicate sleeves, and a long sword made of blood appeared in his palm. The blood mage whispered:
"Alert! Everyone, something is coming!"
"哐哐哐"
The sound of jumping like chickens and dogs resounded in the dense forest, accompanied by the violent shaking of the trees. It looked like something dangerous was approaching. The two blood mages were ready to fight, but after a moment, a familiar voice sounded.
The screams sounded in the forest.
"Aha! Got you! Don't run!"
"Buzz"
A few seconds later, a group of black vampire bats flew out of the quiet forest and returned to the group of people in the blink of an eye. Accompanied by the screams of the small black bats, a hooded dwarf vampire appeared, and
She was disheveled as if she had just finished a fight with a gorilla. She was still holding a struggling crimson vine in her hand. The vine was full of sharp barbs and looked like a ferocious long vine.
Like a whip.
"Your Majesty, Mistress, we have found the base camp of those forest elves."
Ella bent down and saluted the two great men, and said in a sharp dwarf voice:
"The Blighter Druids are also there, and Myra is negotiating with them. It is said that their leader, a guy named Harvest Wizard, went to fight those savage trolls, so we may have to wait for a while."
"Well, lead the way."
Tyrion just nodded, while Alleria beside her looked curiously at the bright red vines held in Ella's hand. She asked curiously:
"Little dwarf, what are you holding in your hand?"
Hearing this question, Ella, who was trying hard to wrap the disobedient dark red vines around her waist, raised her head and showed a sweet smile to the Blood Mistress:
"This is my trophy. I found it in the garden cultivated by the forest elves. You see, it is very tough and rare. It is like a perfect whip. In our dwarf legends about vampires, those vampires
Everyone has their own whip, which is cool!”
"Oh? It does sound good."
The Blood Mistress curled her fingers towards Ella:
"Here, give it to me and let me see it."
Ella flicked her wrist, trying to tame the dark red vine in her hand, but this strange plant with its own life was against her, frantically trying to pierce her skin with its spikes until it fell into Alleria's hands.
Here, the Blood Mistress roughly injected her power into the unruly vines. After a while, the vines, accustomed to the juice, became shriveled, but they also became compliant.
"Shua"
Alleria waved her hand, and the whistling shadow coiled around the branches on the roadside like a long snake. As soon as the Blood Mistress flipped her wrist, a parrot that had been drained of blood fell at Ella's feet.
"Buzz"
The blood-red vines were rolled together obediently, and then Alleria put them in the horse's pocket. She looked at Ella and nodded with satisfaction:
"This whip is nice. I like it. It belongs to me."
"No!"
The dwarf vampire let out an annoyed scream, scratched her little head and complained:
"I waited a long time to steal it from the forest spirit's garden! You can't just take it away!"
"Yeah, little Ella."
Alleria smiled and said to the dwarf vampire:
"If you can steal the first one, you can definitely steal the second one. In exchange, when you have your own whip, I will teach you how to use it. You know, this kind of weapon does not require professional training.
It's difficult to use it well, now... don't complain, little ghost head, take us to the forest elf's camp."
So amidst the screams of the dwarf and the laughter of others, the group set off again... Well, actually it didn't take long. After just a few minutes, they walked around a maze of strange trees and found themselves in a quiet place.
In the valley, Tyrion saw the tree fortress carefully built by the forest elves.
If you don't mind the ferocious revenge of the forest elves on those who destroy nature, this three-story fortress made of trees is definitely the most beautiful building you can imagine, just like the place where the elves live in fantasy stories.
Just like home, flowers and plants bloom among the trees, and among the vines connecting the three-story fortress, flexible forest elves jump between the fortresses.
And behind the fortress, there is the big garden that Ella mentioned... It is really a huge garden, just like a living encyclopedia of plants. The alchemist Autumn was almost immediately attracted by the garden.
That place filled with all kinds of rare plants was like paradise to him.
And graceful vines hung around the fortress like curtains, and there were even wind chimes made of plants. In this fortress, Tyrion also saw some night elves wearing wooden armor or vine robes. Obviously, the Wither Ones were powerful.
Patriarch Moana's mission in Mount Hyjal went smoothly, and she already had her first followers among her compatriots.
"It's very beautiful here. I like it very much."
Alleria stroked the exquisite wooden carvings in front of her and whispered to Tyrion:
"Maybe after a while, I should take the children here for a long vacation."
Tyrion's attention was attracted by something else, which were some forest elves patrolling on giant thorn beasts. It seemed that these plant life had their own professional soldiers, and judging from their temperament,
He is obviously a true warrior who has seen blood.
"That's a good idea because it's safe here..."
The Dark Blade King smiled, and he followed his wife around the fortress, but soon Tyrion discovered some strange things. For example, there were some trolls living at the bottom of the fortress.
..These creatures that were supposed to be hostile to the forest elves now seem to be just like the night elf druids, sincerely taking care of the plants around them.
"incredible."
Tyrion moved his wrists and looked at the working trolls: "How did they persuade these stubborn cannibals? Look at them, they look no different from those elven druids."
"Friends, don't make such a fuss. They have seeds implanted in their bodies... The forest spirits treated them cruelly, but... they deserve it!"
A strange and hoarse voice sounded not far behind the Tyrion couple. Alleria immediately put her hand on the dagger at her waist, but was stopped by Tyrion. The Dark Blade King turned around and caught his eye.
There is a strange troll.
The expression on his face is not as peaceful as that of other trolls. On the contrary, it is full of sorrow and cunning. Although the dark eyes are chaotic, there is a twisted desire beating in them. He is wearing dirty clothes.
The robe, saying that it was a robe already lifted it up, was more like a piece of rag hanging on a rugged and thin body, and on the waist of the troll, there was a row of bottles of different colors hanging, filled with
A strange liquid.
"Oh, oh, wait, you can't dress so casually when meeting friends. Zanjeer is really confused."
When the troll saw Tyrion looking at him, he became a little anxious and shy. He tried to cover up his poor appearance, but this panic made him look very funny. In the end, after realizing that his image was very bad
Afterwards, the strange troll turned around dejectedly.
"Ah, the new friend hates Zangir. Just like before, Zangir has no friends anymore."
"Hey, wait."
Just when this weird troll was about to leave, Tyrion called him, and next to Tyrion, Alleria grabbed Tyrion's arm tightly. She could feel that the troll in front of her was very weird.
, not quite like a normal person, and a bit dangerous.
But Tyrion showed a reassuring smile to Alleria, then stepped forward, with a calm smile, and stretched out his hand towards the troll:
