22. The Righteous Wasteland Reclamation Group (Part 2)
"How far have we advanced?"
In the midst of the almost crazy blizzard in Dragon Bone Wilderness, a group of people walked quickly through the snowfield. Outside the bodies of these warriors of all races, the light of elements summoned by the shaman shrouded each warrior's body, making the cold
The wind could not invade their bodies, and the snow could not stop their footsteps. The elements of the storm pushed the warriors' mounts forward, and the breeze that rolled up on their mounts made these beasts move at extremely fast speeds.
But... it's still too slow.
During Jaina's inquiry, Vol'jin, who was driving the blue raptor, glanced at the sky covered by blizzard, and he responded loudly:
"37 minutes, roughly, we have only walked one-fifth of the way. Loa is telling me that at the end of the road, the power of darkness is lingering and erupting, and the frequency is increasing rapidly. No matter what is about to happen ahead, we must
I can’t catch up!”
"This won't work!"
Jaina, who was driving the magic carpet, looked back at her mentor and old friend Modera, her eyes shining with anxiety:
"We're going to open the portal!"
"You're crazy!"
The Archmage immediately retorted:
"Opening the portal without knowing the coordinates of the destination will send us into the most dangerous trap. There is the ancient glacier. Anna, you have no idea what kind of creatures live there... Lian Ju
No dragon wants to go near that place!"
"But Alsace..."
Jaina clenched her staff tightly, gritted her teeth and said:
"I can't just give up on him, I can't just give up...my, my love."
"Alert! Enemies are coming!"
The great defensive officer Maraad, who was rushing at the front, suddenly pulled the reins of the war elephant, and a ball of holy light as brilliant as a flame expanded in his hand, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a light similar to a halo.
It was dizzy and enveloped the entire marching team.
The halo of this explosion contains at least four spell effects: defense, purification, counterattack, and protection. This hand's exquisite use of holy light energy is something that human paladins will never be able to match... This is considered a Draenei
The race is gifted, and their affinity for the Holy Light is several times higher than that of the human Paladins.
“Such a decadent smell!”
Trainee shadow hunter Vol'jin sniffed. With a wave of his hand, six totems shining with scorching light were inserted into the nearby snow. The young troll drew out the curved blade from his back and shouted loudly:
"Be careful! It's a dark creature coming!"
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"
The surrounding cedars began to sway at this moment, as if thousands of troops had appeared. Amid the vigilance of all the warriors, those terrifying spiders were like insects, with eight legs, the lower body was a spider, and the upper body was a dark humanoid.
Demons surged out of the snow and surrounded the team in an instant.
And among the crowd of spider demon warriors who were moving their jaws and making squeaking sounds, a spider demon priest who was more than 3 meters tall and wearing a gorgeous and strange black robe appeared in front of the group of people. There was a tattoo on his forehead.
The tauren Bain just stared at the strange silver-white compound eyes curiously, and then felt the confusion in his thinking, causing the tauren carrying the heavy machine gun to stagger subconsciously.
"Well, the kid is very naughty... According to our etiquette, looking directly at a noble person is a blasphemy that will be punished."
A dark and deep voice sounded in the minds of all the living people in front of him at the same time. That voice carried a special power. Anyone who heard it would have the figure of this mysterious spider demon priest emerge in their consciousness. In short,
, extremely weird.
This also reflects the powerful mental power of this spider demon. It can reflect an illusion in the mind of the Grand Vindicator, which means that its mental power is much stronger than everyone present.
"Who are you!"
The Grand Vindicator jumped off the Thunder Elephant. He grabbed the crystal war hammer and took a step forward. The golden holy light quickly formed a glorious shield surrounding his body. The scorching temperature caused the snow under his feet to begin to melt rapidly.
"Don't worry, uninvited guests, we have no hostility."
As the light on the silver-white compound eyes of the Nerub Demon Priest danced, his voice sounded again:
"You can call me "The Deconstructor". My name is very long. Based on my superficial understanding of human culture, my human name should be "Kirix". I am the last of the Nerub Zerg tribe.
A high priest of Anhaka, don't worry, I know you have seen many of my compatriots in the natural disaster camp, but I am different from them."
The Nerubian Priest let out a series of deep laughs.
"We are alive, just like you, but more powerful than you, that's all."
"A living nerubian?"
The Grand Defender frowned. He raised his hand to signal the people behind him not to be impulsive. He leaned his weapon on the snow and said:
"A few months ago, our scout did report that there were some strange nerubians operating in the Icemist Village of Dragonblight. He should be talking about you... from the Azjol-Nerubian nerubian empire.
The last remnant, but what I’m more curious about is, if there is no hostility, then why do you want to stand in front of us!”
"Get out of the way! Spider demon, we are shouldering..."
"You want to save that reckless human king, right?"
Kilix the Deconstructor waved his forelimbs carefully decorated with dark gems. He interrupted Maraad and said:
"We have seen him. One day ago, he and his guards killed a group of wolverines here, but he was not careful enough. After they left, some undead discovered their traces and started tracking them."
"Not the undead from natural disaster!"
"What?"
When Jaina heard this, she exclaimed. She took out a broken black emblem from her storage ring and threw it on the snow in front of the spider demon:
"Are those undead wearing such emblems?"
"Well, black broken blade, yes, that's right, those powerful undead knights do wear such an emblem."
As the dismantler waved his forelimbs, the emblem seemed to be held up by an invisible hand, floating quickly in front of him.
"It's Tyrion!"
At this time, everyone's expressions have changed. Anything Tyrion is involved in will not be too simple. This has been recognized by everyone, and the atmosphere of the team has become heavier.
"With your forward speed, you can't catch up anyway."
The voice of the dismantler sounded again, this time with a hint of deep expectation:
"I have felt a strong will coming to this snowfield. All of you combined are no match for him, but I also feel a firm will from your hearts. You will be like moths flying into the flames.
Rush there, well... The sacrifice of the brave is worthy of encouragement, come on, come with us, there is a real shortcut in the ruins of the underground city of Azjol-Nerub."
"The Nerubians have built a whole world under Northrend, but few living creatures will enter there as anything other than "prey". Come with me, I will want to show you what belongs to the Nerubians."
Miracle."
The Deconstructor waved his claws, and the surrounding spider demon warriors turned over and disappeared into the snow just as they had appeared, leaving only caves with extremely small openings.
But his proposal did not receive an immediate response. Everyone communicated with each other with their eyes. After a moment, Jaina took a step forward. She looked at the tall and mysterious Nerubian Priest in front of her and asked in a low voice:
"Why do you want to help us? You should know that we don't trust you."
"Oh, stupid suspicion."
The dismantler tilted his head, and on his face that could scare a human child to tears, he revealed a very human sarcasm:
"If you still have any wisdom at all, then you should have guessed my purpose. As the last priest of Anhaka, I want to take back the great city of the Nerubians, but we alone cannot do it. The power of the undead
It has spread all over the underground continent, and even the most powerful king Anub'arak has been defeated. We must find allies."
"Fortunately, I heard that you and the undead also have some minor "unhappiness", so... prey hunted by a common hunter, if they want to survive, shouldn't they help each other?"
"I have shown you the kindness of the spider demon, do you want to refuse?"
Faced with the dismantler's playful questioning, Jaina turned back and glanced at the people behind her. Grand Defender Maraad looked into the distance, and then nodded slightly to her, so Jaina turned back, took a deep breath, and said
The Nerubian Priest in front of me said:
"Humanity has never been afraid of accepting peace, and we do need allies. If you can help us rescue Alsace, we...we are willing to discuss the next things with you in detail, such as signing some alliances and the like."
"Useless things, useless things."
The dismantler shook his head, turned around, and walked towards the snowy cedar forest. As he walked, he said:
"The words on paper will decay in time, and the peace of language is meaningless. Sacrifice...real sacrifice is the basis of cooperation, but I am willing to take risks for this because I have no other choice."
"Come with me, there isn't much time left."
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The underground city of the Spider Demon is as complex as a spider web extending in all directions in the darkness. Without the guidance of the Spider Demon, anyone will lose themselves in this darkness. Under the control of the priests of Anhaka, these cities span the dark abyss.
The cobwebs still shine with dark blue magic.
The speed at which everyone walked on the web, driven by the spider demon's obscure magic, even approached the speed of sound.
"Bang"
A thick block of ice covering the top of the spider demon's web was lifted, and Jaina's figure shimmered, appearing in the blizzard flying in the sky with a precise flash technique, and the first scene she saw was,
It was the scene where Alsace's figure flew out of the ice cave like a cannonball, shattering the entire glacier made of thousands of years of ice.
She didn't have time to wait for the people behind her, so she grabbed the staff and quickly rushed towards the place where the young king fell. She saw Tyrion wearing black armor, the heavy sword he lifted, and the person he suppressed on the big
Alsace in the depression.
Her lover is only one step away from the road to hell.
"Let him go! Monster!"
The heavy and huge magic power in Jaina's body was completely activated at this critical moment. She waved her staff, and a ball of frost arrows the size of an adult, exuding endless cold air, pierced Tyrion Dawn in the blizzard.
Blade.
However, the latter waved his hand and easily shattered it completely in the air. Ice shards shining with cold light were flying in all directions. Lord Dark Blade looked at the figures appearing one after another in the wind and snow behind him. He saw that his whole body was shining like
With the holy light as hot as the sun, Maraad also saw a rare, living Nerubian Priest.
This made Tyrion couldn't help but wonder, what kind of fantasy stories did these guys go through to come up with such a weird combination?
etc...
A ridiculous idea suddenly popped into the heart of the great lord. He looked back at Alsace, who was struggling to get up, and then at the soldiers rushing towards him.
There are paladins who specialize in holy light, tall tauren who carry heavy weapons and shields, archmages who drive magic and output damage, and shamans who use totems to summon the power of storm and earth to heal and protect teammates.
Full, there are also the nerubian priests who use their mental power to weave strange webs around the warriors to provide them with spiritual protection, as well as the rangers who shoot bows and arrows at him in the wind and snow, and the assassins who jump into the shadows, Wo
A melee hunter like Jin, a dual-sword warrior like Tanred.
"Well...a not-so-standard land reclamation group."
Tyrion moved his wrist. He looked at the battle that had begun in the blizzard in front of him. A faint smile appeared on his thin face. He felt that he should shout one or two villain-style lines to set off the scene in front of him.
scene.
So, a few seconds later, with the huge darkness outside the blizzard swarming up, Tyrion led the dark craziness forward. The Dawn Blade walked on the snow, his long sword swung outward, black
The thunder and fire reverberated in the sky behind him, turning the small half of the Dragon Bone Wilderness sky into a dark and rolling tide of clouds, and his low, thunderous voice also sounded in the snow, shocking everyone.
Challenger's Heartstrings.
"I am Tyrion, Blade of the Dawn! I am the regicide! The god-killer!"
"I am the beginning of the end! The shadow that blocks the sun! The death knell of destruction! I am the Destroyer of Destiny! The terminator of all things!"
"I have foreseen the future, and there is no place for you in the destiny I have woven with my own hands!"
"Now... fools, in front of the God of Death..."
"Kneel down!"
The grudges between the orcs and the draenei are a complete mess~ But to be honest, the orcs were already remembered as early as ten thousand years ago when Brox slashed Sargeras, so in theory, regardless of the draenei
Come to Draenor or not, the orcs will eventually be found by the demons... The arrival of the draenei can only be said to be fate.
