25. Special Envoy and Asking for Help --- Brothers [7/10]
Dalaran, the floating island in the sky.
This is the last ruins of the former city-state of Dalaran. It is only one-third of the size of the former Dalaran. However, when Tyrion used the Eye of Sargeras to bombard the northern mainland, this floating island was removed from Dalaran.
The ruins of Laran escaped, and under the radiation of a huge amount of evil magic, it was like a piece of raw material, endowed with special magical properties.
It is suspended in the sky and can resist the gravity of the earth. Of course, the warlocks who initially controlled it did not carry out large-scale transformation of it until the wizards of the Kirin Tor returned to the floating island to reorganize the council and cooperate with the black
The magicians of the Sickle Council share this island suspended in the sky.
The Violet Council currently consists of 3 archmages and 3 archwarlocks, representing respectively the two major factions in Dalaran, the classical and orthodox mages, and the deviant warlocks. Of course, the Black Scythe Council is the only one that has received an official
A recognized warlock organization will definitely not want just any bad person. They have a complete method of selecting members.
As the only ray of light in the sewer profession that was once regarded as a rat on the street, the Black Scythe Council receives hundreds of self-recommendation letters every day. Down-and-out warlocks from all over the world are eager to join the Black Scythe Council and to walk in an open and honest manner.
On the land of the empire, only the most talented among them and those who are willing to accept forced control can enter this holy land of warlocks.
From this aspect, the great black scythe warlock Kel'Thuzad has fulfilled his promise to the original group of warlocks, and he has opened up a new world for the warlocks.
At this time, the great warlock of Kel'Thuzad, who created an era, was enjoying his lunch.
It was an exquisite and expensive long wooden table, with more than 50 plates of various dishes on it, with various flavors, including almost all the dishes of all civilizations in Azeroth. It was like a big feast.
, there are more than a dozen kinds of drinks with different flavors placed in the cups beside the table. Of course, these things cannot be eaten by one person, not even the great warlock can eat them all.
Obviously, the Grand Warlock of Kel'Thuzad was entertaining his "guests", or in other words, his family.
"Behold, the ribs of the best thunder lizards in the Barrens, cooked by the best chefs. Trust me, my little baby, just take a small bite... be good."
Master Kel'Thuzad, who always appeared in a cold and harsh style to the outside world, was wearing a white napkin at this moment, just like a father feeding his children. He was holding a plate of red steaks in his hand. The special fragrance was enough to make
Anyone would salivate, but on the table in front of Master Kel'Thuzad, Mr. Bigworth squatted there, sniffing the meat on Kel'Thuzad's plate, and a trace of humanity appeared on his black and white face.
Turning into disgust.
"Ah, you don't like the smell?"
The great warlock immediately placed the meat steak in his hand on the table, and diligently picked up another plate with a fresh silver-scaled fish on it. Not to mention the taste, it was just a plate presentation, like a work of art.
Kel'Thuzad placed the fish in front of the kitten. This time, he seemed to have made the right choice. The aloof Mr. Kel'Thuzad seemed to be very interested in the fish. It sniffed the fish, then raised its head and looked at the cat.
With a smile on his face, Kel'Thuzad let out a soft cry:
"Meow~"
It rubbed its face against Kel'Thuzad's, then lowered its head and began to enjoy its lunch.
"Ah, you are so good, my baby, you are so good."
The Grand Warlock gently stroked Mr. Bigglesworth's hair. His eyes, which were infected by evil energy and had green eyes, were full of tenderness. This was something Kel'Thuzad had never shown in the past few years.
Emotions, obviously, the return of his cat has filled the greatest regret in the great warlock's heart, turning him from a lunatic warlock who pursues the power of demons, back to the old sorcerer who doesn't care about the world.
The cat in front of him, which had been with him since childhood, was the best treasure in his life. For it, Kel'Thuzad was even willing to make the entire world his enemy.
"Meow~"
"Oh, you said you have a wife and children? That's great. My Mr. Bigworth is great. No cat lady can escape your charm, right~ Hahahaha, when will you do it?
Bring them here for me to see."
"Meow meow~"
"It will take a while, right? Well, then it seems that I have to prepare some gifts for your family in advance. I heard that the silver barracudas in Azshara's Storm Bay are good. Alas, it's a pity that Mr. Nat Pagle is out traveling.
, otherwise you can eat the most delicious fish in the world today."
"Meow~"
"You miss me so much? Ah, my heart is about to melt... My baby, I miss you too. The days without you are like a year, but it's okay, it's okay, that crazy Tai
Rayon has sent you back, and to be honest, I plan to put the evil beacon stone in his dark temple, and then lead my ineffective subordinates and a group of crazy demons to attack him."
One person and one cat were talking to each other happily in this big room. Although the scene was a bit weird, it was warm enough.
At this moment, the sound of the door opening sounded behind the great warlock. His subordinate Kanrisad opened the door and whispered to Kel'Thuzad:
"Boss, we have discussed the relationship between the Black Scythe Council and the Dark Blade, and we need you to..."
"roll!"
Kel'Thuzad threw out a plate filled with vegetables without looking back. As the juices splashed around, Kanrisad lowered his head suddenly, and the plate smashed into pieces on the door next to him.
"You decide these little things yourself, you incompetent bastard, don't interrupt my chat with my little cutie anymore!"
"Get out! Otherwise...I'll kill you!"
"Bang"
The opened door slammed shut behind him, and the atmosphere in the room became quiet again. There was still a trace of anger in Kel'Thuzad's eyes. Obviously, this was not a simple excuse, there was something else behind the anger this time.
The warlocks are all a bunch of cunning and cruel bastards. They have no concept of gratitude at all. The whole dirty work among the Black Scythe Council has already made Kel'Thuzad very dissatisfied. He simply gave up his pick and allowed those guys to jump up and down.
Play freely.
But when the great warlock turned his head, his face was filled with a smile. He gently patted Mr. Bigworth on the head and said to the kitten:
"Ignore them, they are a bunch of incompetent losers. When we are full, we will go to Azshara. I will go catch some fish and give you extra food in the evening. Think of it as a celebration of your return home."
"Meow~"
Mr. Bigworth stretched out his claws and hooked Kel'Thuzad's robe, which made the great warlock lower his head and look at his cat:
"You brought me a gift? Really?"
"Pa"
The light of space magic flashed away, and three purple, long, narrow, and uneven soul stones appeared in front of Kel'Thuzad. The evil magic power emanating from them made the great warlock squint his eyes. He sat
On the chair, he picked up the largest piece of the soul stone and put it to his ear. The next moment, a painful scream sounded in the soul of the great warlock:
"I am the king of the Eredar! I am the powerful Jaraxxus! Everything turns to ashes! Everything is extinct! This world... is destined to be destroyed!!"
The vibration of the soul caused Kel'Thuzad's body to sway with vibrating magic power, and also made the great warlock's eyes light up:
"The soul of a great demon... Tyrion is really generous in taking action."
He placed the soul stones in his hand on the table. As a warlock who contracted with the devil to obtain powerful magic power, these three extremely high-quality soul stones in front of Kel'Thuzad were like an open treasure house.
His fingers stroked the soul, and his narrowed eyes were full of careful thinking. After a moment, the great warlock lowered his head, looked at his cat, and asked softly:
The great warlock leaned on his chair, stretched out his fingers, rubbed his forehead, and said softly:
"But to be honest, it's not impossible... but he may have to wait for a long time. After all, before, this thing only had some clues of inheritance from the night elves. We have to rely on our reverse restoration, which is estimated to take a year or two.
There will be some results."
Kel'Thuzad opened his eyes and looked down at his cat. A smile appeared in his eyes, and he reached out and patted Mr. Bigglesworth on the head:
"But for the sake of my little cutie, I'll take this job!"
"Meow~"
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The Moonglade in the southernmost part of Kalimdor is the holy land of the druids. It is only separated by a mountain from Mount Hyjal, the holy land of the night elves. Like Val'sharah in the Broken Islands, in this quiet place
In the mountains and forests of the world, the druids used natural magic to try to create another Emerald Dream in this world.
At the edge of Moonlight Grove, there is an endless large cave. Many powerful druids once slept here and understood the secrets of nature. But now, the army of demons is displayed not far from Mount Hyjal.
Between the nearby Felwood and Ashenvale, the war between elves and demons has been protracted.
A few months ago, the elves had an absolute advantage. With the help of the natural demigods, they even defeated the demons all the way and broke into the demons' last stronghold, the Shadow Castle in the center of Felwood. But in this
On this month, the space barrier between Azeroth and the Star of Marton was once again broken through. More demons roared into the Shadow Castle. With enough troops to be supplemented, the demons defeated the night elves' army all the way.
Got out.
At present, the two sides are still in a stalemate...
The night elves did not ask for help from other civilizations in Kalimdor. As the overlords who have ruled this continent for ten thousand years, they have the ability to solve problems on their own, but to be honest, if the leader of the night elves cannot make a real determination
, if we make a huge sacrifice and go straight to Huanglong and destroy the legion portal inside the Shadow Castle, this war will still be fought.
"Buzz"
The halo of space magic lights up in the Moonlight Woodland. The place where this portal appears is very close to Luna Lake. Under the shroud of the silver light gauze that never dissipates in the Moonlight Woodland, this vast lake is so beautiful.
Like a picture in a dream.
But it's a pity that the group of people who walked out of the portal had no intention of appreciating this beautiful scenery, and they didn't have the time...
"Will the druids of the Cenarion Circle really support us? Elder Blackhorn, after all, we have not been in contact for thousands of years."
A tall figure asked in a low voice. She wore armor made of steel and carried a simple eagle head totem painted with various colors of paint on her back. There were red war patterns on her brown cheeks and nose. Of course, the most eye-catching one was
It's her eyes, they are a pair of smart eyes, especially when paired with her tall body, they always give people a special feeling.
This is Mela Gaoling, the only daughter of Ulan Gaoling, the chief of the Tauren tribe in the Highmountain. If there are no accidents, she will also become the next chief of the Highmountain. But now, Ulan Gaoling is in the demon.
He was seriously injured in the attack and almost died. What's more terrible is that those demons took away the inherited sacred object of the High Mountain, the Hammer of Khaz'goroth, the Pillar of Creation. This fiasco caused the entire High Mountain to be in chaos.
stand up.
The Blood Totem clan raised the flag of rebellion, and the bloodthirsty Turuk forcefully demanded that Ulan abdicate. The bellicose tauren chief asked Ulan to marry his daughter, Meera, to his son, and then let Ulan marry his son.
Blood Totem takes over the rule of Highmountain and fights a counterattack against the demons.
Drogbar, who originally stood with the tauren of Highmountain, also broke off the ancient alliance, and their leader Gu'dal even more ambitiously wanted to rule the entire Highmountain.
Seeing that a big melee was about to occur in the High Mountains, and the demons were still watching, the seriously injured chief Ulan Gaoling had to send his daughter to ask for help from his allies from thousands of years ago.
Yes... Thousands of years ago, the Kaldorei night elves who fought with Huon Highmountain, the common ancestor of all tauren in the entire Highmountain, and resisted the invasion of the Burning Legion, were the tauren of the Highmountain.
The only ally a man can find.
"Don't worry, Meera."
Standing next to the chief's daughter was Chief Ulan's most trusted elder, Black Horn. This old tauren who always carried a lamp said gently:
"According to the last words left by Huon Gaoling, he had made an agreement with the demigods of the Druids. The two races would help each other, and the night elves are the real immortal species, and they are very serious about the covenant.
, they will help us.”
Meira nodded, but the young chief's daughter did not notice that behind her, the usually steady Elder Black Horn had a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. He frequently looked back to the southern sky, and he seemed to feel it.
..
That shouldn't exist, nor can it exist, but it does exist, the aura of the tribe...
