The four people did not stop while exchanging information.
In addition to Valeera leading the way, Vereesa, who is the lightest in movement, hangs at the back of the team, and Sarlayan stands in third to provide support at any time.
Compared with the three elves who run around in the forest all year round, although Luo Ning is not considered industrious, his athletic ability is definitely ranked last.
Letting him stand in second place is also to facilitate emergencies. Once this guy is exhausted, Sarlayan will immediately pick him up and continue moving forward.
Of course Luo Ning definitely doesn't want this to happen, it would be too embarrassing.
As he accelerated forward, Sharlayan glanced at the barrage passing by at high speed. Netizens were discussing Modgud and a thing named Xal'atath.
Sarlayan: "The Blade of the Dark Empire? Is that what Modgud relies on?"
[Yes, the Blade of the Dark Empire contains the remnant soul of the ancient god Xalatath.]
[There were many ancient gods who landed in Azeroth, and most of them were devoured by their compatriots in the long internal struggle. In the end, only four and a half survived. 】
[The Thousand-Eyed Demon C'Thun, the Thousand-Beard Demon En'zoth, the Thousand-Maw Demon Yogg-Saron, and the most powerful Thousand-Headed Demon Y'Shaarj.]
[In addition to these four complete ancient gods, Xalatas also survived in the form of a remnant soul, which is barely half of it.]
[Its remnant body was made into a powerful weapon by other ancient gods, and its remnant soul cannot escape the shackles of the Dark Empire's Blade. 】
[Before Modgud, Xal'atath had another master. He was a witch doctor during the Troll Empire, named Zandu. 】
[The war between the Troll Empire and the Aqir Empire started because of Zandu. This story is too long, so I won’t mention it for now. If you are interested, I will tell you more slowly when I have time.]
Sarlayan had no objection to this. He chose to "close out" temporarily and focus all his energy on the present.
"stop!"
Valeera, who was walking at the front, suddenly signaled to stop, and the four of them lowered their bodies in tacit agreement, using the complex buildings in Grim Batol City to hide their figures.
Hundreds of dragonmaw orcs passed by in a hurry. Judging from the red eyes and weapons in their hands, they were obviously going to fight.
"No seconds..."
Valeela smacked her lips slightly anxiously: "Although I don't know what these orcs are going to do, they will definitely find that the gate is unguarded."
Vereesa frowned and asked, "Valeela, how far is it from the destination?"
Valeela: "If you don't count the length of the stairs leading underground...it's about 1 kilometer."
Vereesa hesitated slightly: "Keep the current pace first, and wait until the city starts to commotion before moving forward at full speed."
In order to avoid the patrols of the Dragonmaw Orcs, Valeela deliberately chose a relatively complicated route, which could use the obstruction of buildings to avoid the orcs' sight to the greatest extent.
The large Grim Batol cannot be fully utilized by just a few thousand orcs. Most of the city is shrouded in darkness, and the area covered by fire is very small.
If it weren't for those green eyeballs that floated by from time to time, even if he was hiding on the path behind the building and running at full speed, he wouldn't be easily discovered.
Sure enough, about 5 minutes later, there was a commotion near the city gate.
A small number of the orcs who had gone out before had returned to the city and were ferociously searching around with weapons in hand.
"Exposed, sprint with all your strength!"
Vereesa put the arrow on the string steadily while running: "Salayan, Ronin will leave it to you, first rush to the underground entrance!"
"no problem!"
Luo Ning's face looked a little ugly. He tried to struggle again: "Wait! I can still... wow!"
Sarlayan was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, now was not the time to chatter.
Grabbing Ronin's robe and throwing it on his shoulder, Sarlayan strode past Valeela and rushed to the front.
"Turn right and go straight. There should be a small group of patrolling orcs ahead."
"receive!"
Just after turning the corner, when he saw three patrolling orcs, Sarlayan kicked the ground hard, took off with a heroic leap, and hit the center of the patrol team that was still confused.
Luo Ning: "Wait! Let me get ready..."
"call!"
He was holding Luo Ning in his left hand, and swinging the sword in his right hand in a 360-degree rotation.
The patrol team that was caught off guard was chopped into two pieces by Sarlayan's giant windmill. Luo Ning also closed his eyes while spinning and jumping, and the blood on his face quickly faded.
"I... feel so dizzy."
Valeera suppressed her smile and comforted her: "Hold on, we'll be there soon."
The last one thousand meters were quickly passed under an all-out sprint, but Sarlayan's aggressive fighting style and the screams of the dying orcs also attracted the attention of other patrol teams.
"right here!"
Valeela stepped lightly on Sarlayan's shoulders and was the first to reach the stairs leading to the underground.
"Luo Ning, close the road!"
"Wait...let me slow down for a moment."
Luo Ning, who had just been put down, was still a little dizzy. He shook his head violently before he managed to regain his energy and started chanting the spell.
"Click!"
A thick wall of ice rose up, temporarily blocking the pursuit of the Dragonmaw Orcs.
Sarlayan frowned and looked at the deep stairs leading underground: "We have no way back. The only hope of escape is to destroy the dragon soul, rescue the Red Dragon Queen and destroy the orcs."
"Everyone, are you ready?"
The three of them nodded to Sarlayan with serious expressions.
"Very good, I'll take the lead and let's go!"
…
At the same time, Nekros and other orc warlocks who were underground also learned about the situation on the ground through the Eye of Kilrogg.
"Intruder?"
Nekros Skullcrusher is a very ugly bald orc, his skin is pitted and full of traces of evil energy corrosion.
At this time, Nekros held a golden disk tightly in his hand. This was the artifact, the Dragon Soul, that Deathwing had tricked the four dragon clans into working together during the War of the Ancients.
All dragons will lose their power in the face of the Dragon Soul. It was with the power of the artifact that Nekros restrained the powerless Red Dragon Queen.
Behind Nekros, the eyes of the two panting giant beasts showed gloating at the same time.
The larger female red dragon among them said sarcastically: "Orcs, your good days are over."
"Shut up slave!"
Nekros raised the Dragon Soul in his hand, and the feeling of weakness in Alexstrasza's body suddenly increased exponentially.
The male red dragon threatened fiercely: "Warlock, you can be proud now... Look, your retribution is coming."
The sound of rapid footsteps came from the staircase passage above. Nekros's face changed and he shouted to the warlock who was still ripening the dragon eggs.
"Don't worry about those dragon eggs for now, come and protect me! Nothing can happen to the Demon Soul! Otherwise..."
Nekros also knew in his heart that once the Red Dragon Queen was let out of trouble, the entire Dragonmaw clan would suffer disaster.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Before anyone arrived, a series of arrows rained down from above the dark passage.
"Summon the devil!"
Under the command of Nekros, the warlocks summoned dark blue voidwalkers in unison, relying on their rough and fleshy bodies to block the incoming arrows.
Void Walker: “#&*@!”
Warlocks who can understand demonic language know that these void walkers are cursing, but now they can't care so much.
"drink!"
A dark figure jumped out of the passage. While in mid-air, the figure suddenly and strangely accelerated twice, turning into an afterimage, aiming directly at Nekros, who was protected behind by demons and warlocks.
"Whoosh!"
When all the warlocks turned their attention to the warrior holding a sword in both hands in the air, an arcane light suddenly flashed in front of the team of demons and warlocks, and blazing flames spurted out from his hands in a fan shape.