It's sunny and windy in Storm Bay today. Well, it's a good weather for fishing.
Nat Pagle, a famous fisherman in the Kingdom of New Stormgard, yawned, carried his beloved fishing rod, and dragged his parasol to the Kul Tiras third-class transport ship "Mackerel"
On the large deck.
While greeting the dozen or so "fishing friends" around him, he set up his position and skillfully hung the best bait on the fishhook that shone with golden light. Then he stood up and swung it in a very chic posture.
Rod, sinking the fishhook into the sea below the deck, then he leisurely picked up the water glass next to him, leaned on the chair, and chatted with the Delaney angler next to him.
"I say, there is something really wrong with you human nobles..."
The Draenei angler is an old man. He wears a weathered fishing hat and holds a fishing rod dotted with gems in his hand. He turns to talk to Pug, and Pug always looks at the Draenei.
Old Man Ni’s exquisite fishing rod, judging from his experience of fishing for more than ten years, is definitely not an ordinary fishing rod.
"You say every day..."
Pug snorted and withdrew his gaze. He glanced at the old Draenei man beside him. This human fisherman who was over 30 years old smiled and said:
"The nobles must be looking for something. Inviting us to participate in some "fishing competition" is just a pretense. Just look at those heavily armed sailors. What are they waiting for... Although I don't know what they are waiting for."
What."
Nat Pagle flicked his tongue and shrugged:
"Anyway, you will get money every day, so why not do it. Speaking of which, I had another dream last night."
"Come on, Pug, you dream about it every day!"
"It's still a ridiculous dream!"
"Didn't you say last time that a city of demons would rise from the middle of the sea, and countless demons would pour out of that city and kill everyone?"
"No! No, what Pug said is that after those demons rushed out, they were driven back by the undead. He claimed that the undead are the protectors of human beings and even the world... Hahahaha, if you ask me, you must be drinking again
Too much!"
Before Pug could say anything, the anglers around him laughed and taunted him, as if Pug was telling a joke... In fact, it was true. Nat Pug was a peculiar angler. He not only
He has perfect fishing skills and a bad temper to match his skills, but all the stories about Pug are indispensable for Pug’s absurd dreams.
He is a person who likes to "dream"...well, take this sentence literally! It is said that when Pug was young, when he was an unknown fisherman in Southsea Town, he dreamed
In the future, he will become a fishing master, fish freely on the coastline of Kalimdor, and become a legend in the fishing world...
And this dream has come true. He is now a famous fishing master. Anyone who likes fishing has heard of his name, but this may be the only one of all Pug's dreams that has come true.
He once dreamed that Tarren Mill would fall to the hands of the undead, and the resurrected undead would besiege Southsea Town, but in fact, in the war of the Dark Blade, Southsea Town fell before Tarren Mill.
He also dreamed that the most mysterious valley in the world would be invaded by a powerful demon. The night elves would do anything to defeat that demon. But in fact, Archimonde, the only demon that had ever appeared, had just entered Azeroth.
Si was struck to the core by a cannon and died tragically on the land of northern Xinjiang.
Pug's latest "dream prophecy" was about the Qiraji, and he vowed to others a few days ago:
"The coalition forces will suffer heavy losses, but the heroes will eventually slay an ancient god hidden in the abyss...it was the one who instigated the insect invasion of the world."
Of course, as always, no one believed Pug's dreams.
And now, Pug was being ridiculed before he could speak. This made the grumpy fishing master clenched his fists, but just when he was about to refute, he was stopped by the old Draenei fisherman beside him.
The old man handed over a cigar, lit it for Pug, and then said slowly:
"Ignore them, Pug, they are just jealous of your endless talent in fishing. Tell me about your dreams. You may not know that in our Draenei civilization, dreams predicting the future are real.
Yes, even the great prophet Velen occasionally sees the future through dreams... Let me tell you, Pug, your problem is not your dreaming, but your inability to discern the reality of the future... What you saw
, is just a possibility of the future, not the real future.”
The old man glanced at Pug, who was thoughtful, and said softly:
"If you were a Draenei, Pug, you would become the Great Prophet's best disciple. Unfortunately... you are a human. Anyway, let's talk about it, just to relieve my boredom."
"All right."
Pug took a sip of wine, shrugged, and said mysteriously to the old Draenei:
"I dreamed of heaven last night! The real heaven, listen to me. I dreamed of those angels flapping their wings in the dark, holding golden spears, wearing ribbons and gorgeous armor, coming to welcome you.
We mortals enter heaven, where there is another world, a perfect world, no war, no hunger, no pain..."
Pug's eyes narrowed as he recalled his dream and said:
"It is ruled by a man called the Lord of Souls. He is a just and powerful god. He is the protector of humans, elves and orcs. He protects the world from the influence of the twisted darkness. I also saw the God of Death.
...Those holding sickles and wearing rags and robes, with no visible faces...Oh! My God!"
Before Nat Pug finished speaking, the fishing rod in front of him began to surge wildly. Pug grabbed the fishing rod, but the huge force from the fishing rod took Pug away from the deck.
Getting up, the old draenei quickly grabbed the screaming Pug's leg, and others rushed to help.
Pug, who was held up in the air by the stretched fishing rod and the crowd, shouted loudly:
"It's a big guy! Hurry! Go call the mages, I've caught it!"
Pug's shout alerted the sailors on the ship. They hurriedly turned the harpoon cannons on the bow and stern of the ship. As the water splashed, the beast under the sea was pierced by the sharp harpoon. As the blood escaped, that
The beast went crazy and even dragged the entire ship out of the bay.
"Don't panic!"
The mage stationed on the ship roared, and then after calculating the distance of the magic, several cold ice picks pierced the water. With the help of other mages, half of the sea surface was quickly frozen.
Ten minutes later, the great white shark, which had been pierced by four harpoons, was sealed in ice and raised to the deck. When you saw the shark's blue eyes and the beautiful blue scales on its belly, it was...
The mage immediately breathed a sigh of relief because of its size, which was three times larger than similar ones.
This is a manifestation of being infected and changed by magic power from the inside. In other words, there is something rich in magic power in this shark's belly. The magic fragments thrown away by the blue dragon... should be in the belly of this shark.
.
"Mr. Nat Pagle, thank you for your contribution to the empire... This fish can at least buy you a knighthood."
Facing the mage's thanks, Pug shrugged. He was not interested in things like titles. What's more, he would soon go to the Eastern Continent and might live there for a few years. The title of the empire would be even more useless.
.
However, catching this strange shark is not without its benefits. When we parted that night, the old draenei handed Pug his precious gem fishing rod with a look of displeasure, which he brought out from Argus.
But now, Pug has won the bet between the two, and this thing is the "trophy" of the angler Nat Pug.
Of course, the old Draenei also got good fishing rods made by Pug himself, which can be regarded as a sign of friendship between fishing friends.
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"Master Staghelm, the empire's fishing master has found the magic fragment, and it will be delivered here in one day!"
A human messenger rushed into the office of Cenarion Fortress and shared the good news with the coalition commander who had been very agitated these days. After hearing the good news, Lu was discussing something with several other commanders.
Gui suddenly raised his head, a joyful look dancing in his eyes.
"So fast? Are all the empire's fishing masters monsters?"
The archdruid let out a sigh. He thought it would take at least a month or even several months for this real "needle in the haystack" task, but now only 5 days have passed, and the empire's anglers have found it.
Magic Fragments, this went too smoothly.
The last missing piece of the Quicksand Scepter is about to be delivered, and the recruitment of coalition soldiers on the anti-worm front is also going smoothly. The Goblin's Steaming Sand Consortium saw the victory and was willing to provide more arms assistance. After hearing about the war in southern Xinjiang, they urgently returned to Yuyue.
General Shantis of the fortress will also rush to the battlefield with the 30,000 troops stationed at the fortress headquarters. The orc warchief said yesterday that the orcs will send a legion to participate in this war against the bugs. It is said that the one sent is still
The Warsong clan that is most capable of fighting...
Everything went so smoothly, as if there was some kind of power driving the war in Silithus... But the more this happened, the more obvious the worry in Staghelm's heart became.
The bugs...are they really unresponsive to the defeat in the Tanaris Desert? Not only have their recent activities been less frequent, they have even become more sluggish than before. The soldiers of Cenarion Fortress have received additional ammunition.
In the past few days, the Yash insect nest closest to the fortress in the desert has been being cleared. The sentries, with the help of the Order, used explosives to blow up the pillars inside the insect nest. The insects were fighting back... but anyone with a brain would
It can be seen that the insects' counterattack seems... very perfunctory.
Plus another weird thing that happened recently...
"Where did those groundworms go?"
The Order Lord Kurtaz, who rushed to Cenarion Fortress, pounded the map in front of him angrily. The coldness in the eyes of the dwarf death knight became deeper and deeper. He was like a hunter who had let go of his prey. He looked very nervous.
It is difficult to accept the situation in front of me.
"How did they disappear overnight?"
The dwarf raised his head and looked at the fortress commander Marlis. He asked in Salas with a strange accent:
"Your hippogryph knights should be monitoring this desert day and night. Don't you find anything?"
"No."
Marlis glanced at the dwarf, whose eyes were shining with blue light and whose body exuded a cold aura. He shook his head:
"At least I haven't received any similar reports. The Twilight's Hammer's activities here began a few years ago. They built three large camps on the edge of the desert. As for their sudden disappearance, I'm as clueless as you are.
No clue."
"That's tens of thousands of people, not thousands of people...how could they have no clue?"
The dwarf said in the cold and hollow voice unique to the death knight:
"Can you ensure the loyalty of those hippogryph knights? Are you sure they tell you everything?"
"What's the meaning?"
Marlis's expression also became ugly. This veteran who had experienced the ancient war glared at the dwarf and said:
"You can't have such unreasonable doubts about the Kaldorei warriors. Being able to stay here for thousands of years has proven the loyalty of everyone here!"
"Oh? Really?"
The dwarf snorted slightly disdainfully:
"You have never dealt with this group of cultists. Their ability to confuse people is no worse than your priests. Believe me, elves, this fortress already has their "eyes", the stench of those madmen.
..I can smell it!”
Elf Commander Marlis ignored this slightly malicious remark, but to be honest, he also had the same doubts in his heart.
After contacting the Order, Marlys learned that this group of crazy death knights had established a camp in the rocks near the Twilight's Hammer cultist camp at the other end of the Silithus Desert.
In the past month or so, these well-equipped killers have been exterminating the cultists here in a planned, batch, and ruthless manner. They are like the most ruthless hunters and butchers, and after forming an alliance with the elves,
, they got a clear map of this place, and then immediately launched an effective attack.
The Twilight's Hammer, which is entrenched here, lost a large camp five days ago, and these crazy death knights didn't leave a single person alive at all.
That was a camp of more than 10,000 people! In the night elf hippogryph knights' field of vision, they could clearly see how these death knights slaughtered the cultists, threw their bodies into the big sand pit, and then set them on fire.
That camp of corruption and depravity.
Probably because they were unwilling to anger the night elves, these death knights did not "use" the corpses of the cultists to make a fuss...
"Their disappearance must have something to do with the insect-men..."
Staghelm looked at the map in front of him. After a moment, he said to Marlis:
"Lord Kurtaz's concerns are reasonable. Now that the army is about to enter Silithus, we should really "clean up" the fortress in advance... The danger of a traitor who is familiar with the fortress at a critical moment cannot be ignored.
Weaker than hordes of enemies!"
"I'll leave it to you, Marlis. Solve this problem before Shandris arrives. You should be very clear about Shandris's style of doing things. If you leave it to her...things may
It's getting very troublesome... quite troublesome."
Staghelm's persuasion was profound, and the elf commander who also knew the famous General Shandris Feathermoon's style of doing things hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.
