30. Bloodthirsty will drown in blood--Dragon 2 brothers for the mourners [4/10]
The Zandalari Empire of ancient trolls once dominated half of the world, but the king's power is not eternal. Before the earth shattered 10,000 years ago, the troll empire had already begun to split. The Gurubashi giant that occupied the oldest secret holy city in Stranglethorn Vale
The devil once established his own empire, but that empire, which had no glory at all, only lasted for a short period of time before falling into terrible civil strife.
It is said that it was a civil strife caused by the evil god, and its source pointed directly at the soul-stealer Hakkar, Loa who claimed to be the "Blood God". Thousands of years ago, the Gurubashi trolls paid terrible sacrifices to bring them to justice.
Hakkar was expelled from the real world and exiled Hakkar's followers, those crazy Hakkari trolls, but Hakkar's followers, together with its shadow, have never been far away from this city.
Now, facing the menacing forest elves and the natural force behind them, Jindu, the voodoo priest of Zul'Gurub, declared that only Hakkar can save the city surrounded by forest elves at this critical juncture.
Shrouded in the power of the world, the Gurubashi trolls that have long since declined will rise again.
This kind of words can only deceive fools, and they are spread word of mouth in the shadow of Zul'Gurub. When the city may be attacked at any time, the panicked trolls are easily captured by the fear secretly instigated by those who are interested.
The adventure of re-summoning Hakkar has also shifted from dormant darkness to openness.
In fact, even the trolls who were forced to sacrifice their blood were not sure whether this kind of risk was right or wrong.
In the dark night, the Gurubashi Troll's most elite soldiers held voodoo-coated spears and wooden shields in their hands, patrolling the ancient walls of Zul'Gurub vigilantly. Wherever they could see, they were
The activated plants are moving in the increasingly prosperous dense forest, and their shadows are frightening in the dark night, outlining a frightening night scene.
But the battle between the two sides has lasted for more than half a month. The trolls know very well that the forest elves who use natural magic are not afraid of death on the battlefield, but they lack the power to conceal their assassinations. After the power of the several Loa gods has
At the moment of arrival, the transformed cheetahs of the druids could not sneak into the city silently.
And activated plants cannot escape the laws of nature. After night falls, even the powerful thorn beasts will become weak. Without sunlight, those huge plant beasts will not even have the energy to move freely, let alone
Forget about fighting on the battlefield.
Therefore, the night in Zul'Gurub is actually safer than the day.
But that was just an illusion from before,
"Buzz"
Silent vibrations sounded in the dark night. Several troll warriors who heard the noise immediately lit torches and walked towards the place where the noise was heard. The moment they approached the shadowed corner of the city wall
, two whistling long whips suddenly swung out, like poisonous snakes scurrying out of the night, one on the left and the other on the right of the two trolls' necks.
The barbs on the vine whip stabbed hard into the troll's skin, causing them to bleed. The next moment, all the blood in their bodies was drawn out of the wound. The extreme pain instantly defeated the tough troll.
The warriors' will, their skin dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they soon fell to the ground, reduced to horrific withered bones.
The surviving troll warrior's eyes widened as he watched the two figures, one tall and one short, walking out of the darkness. He subconsciously grabbed the bone whistle around his waist, but before he could blow it, two handfuls made of blood came out.
The sword pierced his heart silently from behind.
"Buzz"
The faint vibration of the air sounded again, and a few groups of small black bats disappeared into the night. A sharp voice complained:
"Why do we need to do this kind of thing? Don't the Crow people have many assassins?"
"The arakkoa have their own mission. The power of Loa is shrouded in Zul'Gurub. Only those of us who can transform into bats will not be discovered immediately... Stop complaining, little ghost head, hurry up and mark! Ten minutes
Afterwards, we will meet at the altar of the "Midnight Lord"...The name Midnight Lord is awesome! But after tonight, it belongs to us!"
There are Night Lords in Zul'Gurub, followers of the bat god Sirik. They summon many vampire bats to hover over Zul'Gurub, which provides the best protective curtain for the blood lords who have infiltrated the city. Black
The presence of bats among them would not arouse suspicion at all. They carefully placed the signs of the Necromantic Runes at various garrison points in the huge city of Zul'Gurub, just like the guidance on the ground before the aerial bombardment began.
At this time, in the forest elf fortress surrounded by the dense forests of Stranglethorn Vale, thousands of arakkoa transferred from Stormwind City were fixing the alchemy bombs covered with spikes on their paws with the help of the forest elf, and followed the arakkoa
The high-level death knights who came together were testing their undead dragon mounts. Under the saddles of these brutal two-headed dragons, which are abundant in Draenor, were strapped with huge black bombs.
The forest elves, under the guidance of the Wither Druids, quietly formed a fighting formation in the dense forest. There were no huge thorn beasts in the fighting formation. Instead, they moved slowly, but in the dark night
Piranha flowers become more ferocious inside. These twisted and ugly plant life are like monsters that move on the ground with their roots. What is wrapped in the bright buds is not the fragrant stamens, but the people.
The criss-crossed teeth will give you nightmares just by looking at them.
"The time has come."
Tyrion reached out and stroked the blue iron ring crown on his head, and then reached out to pat the death raven "Duke" sitting below him. This fierce raven king had recovered from his injuries after a long period of recovery.
, it did not make a cry, but under the will of its master, its black eyes shone with a fierceness, and its huge wings flapped, causing the sound of howling wind in the forest.
The Death Raven holds two cluster bombs bundled together in its huge claws, and behind it, the roaring Death Ravens are equally silent, as well as the high-level knights guarding both sides. This is a group of
In an air raid in the dark night, after the second batch of sufficient alchemical bombs was delivered to the arsenal of Shadowforge City, Dark Blade's air power finally had its own means of decisive battle.
Zul'Gurub, the troll city, would become the first victim of this incendiary tactic.
Tonight, this fallen city will be purified by fire.
"They're coming!"
On the altar of the bat god Sirik, the high priest Jerik, who was kneeling in front of the mysterious incense burner and meditating, suddenly opened his eyes. The female troll let out a scream. The next moment, the entire Zul
The vampire bats flying in the sky of Zul'Gurub became restless, and driven by a huge will, they rushed out towards the dark sky of Zul'Gurub.
Facing the roaring vampire bats, Tyrion, who was sitting on the death raven's saddle, swung out his left hand violently, and the frost like a polar storm was mixed with sharp ice picks, hitting those screaming ones fiercely.
On the little devil, this powerful blast of wind directly swept away one tenth of the bats. These little bats were covered with frost, which made their flying speed slow down. The guards were on both sides of the bombing formation.
The high-level knights on the side also drove the undead flying dragon forward, and the continuous blows of the wind drove away the bats.
In this dark night, the Gurubashi trolls who were awakened by the screams ran out of their treehouses. They raised their heads and looked at the sky. What fell from the dark night were not only ferocious vampire bats, but also some black ones.
Something weird.
"boom"
Hundreds of bombs hit the ground of Zul'Gurub along the shining undead rune beacons on the ground. The sudden fire and violent explosion made the trolls who were caught off guard scream and run away crying. The priests
They held the staff tightly, but facing the undead legions whizzing past in the sky, their voodoo spells were almost useless, and they would also expose themselves, causing one or two bombs to be dropped.
The arakkoa people flew very fast. In less than 10 minutes, all the bombs were dropped, and the entire huge Zul'Gurub was ignited in flames in five key bombed areas, like a dense forest.
Like the city that never sleeps, sparks of despair shine in the dark night.
"Go ahead and hunt."
Tyrion's voice rang in the hearts of every arakkoa and every death knight. Soon, against the backdrop of the firelight, the arakkoa and death knights descended from the sky and joined in the carnival of massacre.
In the Erglabu City Gate area, in the opened city gate, the mighty forest elves roared their languages and rushed into the desecrated city.
Just like the green chaos, wherever you see it, there is only cruel killing. The blood stains covering the ground represent the revenge of the forest spirits and nature.
Each altar guarded by the Loa priests has a dedicated person responsible for handling it. After the entire city was set on fire in the dark night, the Loa priests were unable to save the city with their own power. Faced with the sudden attack of the powerful
Enemies, they can hardly spare the effort to help others.
The druids of the Blightbearer believe in a cruel concept of struggle, life and death, and eradicating evil are their code of conduct. Unless these priests of Loa defect to the Blightbearer camp on the spot, otherwise... Tonight, they will be dead.
"Bang"
The giant blue bat transformed by Jerkik, the priest of Night Lord Sirik, had just taken off, and its ferocious claws were entangled by two blood-sucking vines. During the burst of huge power, the ferocious blue bat was
He fell hard to the ground filled with blood and bones.
Four erratic shadows rushed towards her from four directions. Yekrik was unwilling to surrender just like that. She called out the name of the Night Lord, and the power from the bat god Loa surged through her body, giving her
Her new strength allowed her to break away from the shackles of the vine whip. She screamed and waved her claws, and four burning fireballs hit the four enemies in front of her.
But it failed to hit the entity. Amidst the roar of the black bats, the figures of the blood mage and blood lord danced in the exploding voodoo flames, and soon re-consolidated into entities elsewhere.
The Blood Mistress, wielding two blood sabers, rushed out of the darkness lightly, like an erratic shadow, easily dodging Yekrik's increasingly violent fireball attacks. Her dark golden hair flashed in the dark night.
Dancing, while approaching the blue bat, the two swords roared and opened several ferocious wounds on the body of the Loa priest.
Behind Yeklik, treacherous laughter suddenly sounded. Before Priest Loa, who was tightly entangled by the Blood Mistress, had time to turn around, the recurved daggers stabbed into her back in a staggered manner.
After this vicious attack, while the five blood lords were sucking blood at the same time, Yeklik let out the most brutal howl in her life. At that moment, at least one-third of the blood in her body was drained from the wound.
Spurting out, the weak priest could no longer maintain the form of a bat. Her withered body fell weakly on the dirty ground, and she even lost the strength to raise her hands.
And the reason why she is alive is because the blood lords need her. Yes, the blood lords did not kill her. Otherwise, they could have easily sucked up all the blood of Yeklik just now.
"Bang"
Alleria used her scarlet sharp boots to turn the struggling Yeklik over. The Blood Matron looked down at the weakling at her feet, and she said calmly:
"Summon the Loa you believe in! Yes, Night Lord Sirik, that bastard who claims to have the power of blood, summon him!"
"Don't... don't even think about it!"
A trace of fear flashed across Yekrik's pale face, but soon, her belief in Loa made her firm again. This answer was obviously not what Alleria wanted. The Blood Matron shook her head and backed away.
Taking a step forward, behind her, the blood mage Severn, who was dressed like a noble, stepped forward. He wore a monocle inlaid with gold wire, a gorgeous black robe, and even coquettishly wearing white gloves.
The silver-haired blood mage knelt down and said to Yekrik in a soft tone:
"Among all my experimental subjects, no one has survived the torture of blood being heated to boiling. I hope you will be the first..."
As he spoke, he took off the glove of his left hand and put his fingers on Yeklik's wound. The blood that had just been sucked was poured back into Yeklik's body, but the blood was like boiling water.
The moment she entered the body, Yeklik struggled wildly, just like a fish thrown in the sun. Her eyes widened to the extreme, but her limbs were tightly bound by blood magic, even her mouth.
All are blocked.
She even released her screams, and could only let out desperate sobs.
"Don't worry, little girl."
Blood Mage Severn pushed his eyes and showed a soft smile. He looked at Yekrik with his blood-red eyes and said softly:
"If we don't want you to die, you will never die...and we have a lot of time. We can repeat this experiment many times...Now, tell me, are you willing to help us summon Sirik?"
"Oh, what's with this hateful look? You're so naughty... Let's do it again."
