The fog covering the island was resolved, but a group of violent water elements became a new problem. Khadgar looked at Med'an, unsure whether he did it on purpose.
After all, Med'an is a defective and unqualified savior, and his magic often causes accidents, big and small.
"For the sake of the tribe." Med'an waved his staff and ordered loudly: "Kill all these water elements."
"For the tribe." The warriors of the tribe also shouted loudly, rushing towards the water elements with their battle axes.
Compared with the mysterious and terrifying evil spirits in the fog, this kind of opponent that can be seen and contacted with his own eyes is much friendlier. Med'an showed an evil smile, and Khadgar saw it.
"He is indeed causing trouble."
However, these water elements are stronger than expected. Probably due to the absorption of mist, they have become polluted poisonous water elements. The skin of orc warriors will rot as long as they get a little bit of them, and orc warriors continue to fall down.
"Med'an." Khadgar saw the problem. I'm afraid it would be difficult for these veterans to survive without Med'an releasing the water. He quickly reminded: "There is a problem with these water elements. You must use your full strength."
Only then did Med'an realize that he seemed to have gone too far. If all the soldiers were killed before the mission was completed, then he would have no choice but to go back by himself, not to find Shadowmourne.
The evil existence hidden in the fog may appear at any time. These orc veterans are his support and his confidence. Even if he escapes, there will be someone behind him.
Kel'Thuzad secretly monitored the battle on the island, the disappearance of the fog, and the out-of-control poisonous water elements. Everything was under his control.
"Khadgar is proficient in frost spells and knows how to use the water element to absorb the mist. This is exactly my trap. Without the mist, they can see with their own eyes how Shadowmourne is lost before their eyes."
When Med'an got serious, he was quite powerful. He summoned hundreds of magic clones. Although these clones could only attack one target at a time, each salvo would take away a poisonous water element.
Now, the fog has dissipated, and the right path can finally be found. Although the tribe's warriors suffered heavy casualties, seeing the target right in front of them gave them a lot of courage. The evil in the fog did not appear, and the orc warriors were all confident.
Man, led by Med'an, rushed to the coast.
Soon, Med'an came to the first sunken ship. There were a large number of undead murlocs inside the sunken ship, but this could not stop the brave orc warriors. Unfortunately, they were unlucky. They searched the entire sunken ship and found no whereabouts of Shadow of Sorrow.
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There were several sunken ships on the coast, and there were many poisonous water elements wandering nearby. Med'an could only order the search to continue.
After continuously searching several sunken ships, most of the orc veterans were killed, and the rest were all injured. Finally, some clues were found. On the deck of a sunken ship, Med'an found a piece of parchment.
Med'an didn't recognize the magical symbols on it, so he had to give it to Khadgar for translation.
"I am soaked in the cold sea water. Shadow Sorrow needs sacrifice. A thousand dead souls can awaken it."
"The suffering is more unbearable than death. I began to envy the dead. The large group of death murlocs dragged the ship carrying the weapon and sank into the cold sea water, touching the hard rocks. I will be the first
A victim."
After translating the cipher text above, Khadgar had a headache and lamented: "It seems that the ship we are looking for is in the sea." He calculated the position for a while, pointed to a reef and said: "It should be on that reef.
Below.”
Mai De'an was once again at a loss, wondering: "Brother, what should I do?" Salvaging a sunken ship was not part of the plan.
"We are mages. You should think carefully about what spells can bring the sunken ship to the surface instead of sighing here." Khadgar reminded that as the son of Medivh, Med'an has mastered many powerful forbidden spells.
Madan thought for a long time before saying:
"I once had a magic mecha, but it was destroyed by my father because it lost control. I customized another one and found the Bilgewater Cartel to complete the assembly. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to install the weapons."
"Then why don't you summon it quickly?" Khadgar said hurriedly.
Med'an had no choice but to raise the Guardian Staff, the head of which glowed with green evil light.
"Come on, my most reliable comrade, the damn magic mecha, come quickly." Med'an was anxious.
"As expected, at this time, Med'an can only summon the magic mecha to salvage the sunken ship." Robbie had seen Med'an's battle with his own eyes. The high-tech magic mecha
As for the product, the Goblin Bilgewater Cartel can only complete the assembly work, and only the Burning Legion can manufacture it.
The power of evil energy surged, and a strange green vortex appeared in the sky above the island, spitting out the breath of evil energy.
Boom, Med'an's face twitched, there was magic interference on the island, and more mana was consumed.
A ball of green flames fell from the sky, and the flames gradually extinguished, revealing the huge figure of the magic mecha.
This magic mecha is slightly larger than the last one, and has the logo of the Bilgewater Cartel on its arm.
Perhaps he learned the lesson from the last time the magic mecha went out of control. This time the magic mecha was not equipped with an intelligent system. Mad'an climbed into the cockpit and personally overcontrolled the magic mecha.
Following Khadgar's instructions, the huge magic mecha found the location of the sunken ship. The water was very deep, but it only reached the waist of the magic mecha. The arms of the magic mecha reached into the depths of the sea and lifted a boat with force.
A sunken ship.
The sunken ship floated to the surface of the sea, but the magic mecha could not move.
"Oops, the mecha's right foot is stuck and can't be pulled out." Med'an was so anxious that he was sweating.
"You idiot, you are really heartbreaking!"
Khadgar didn't know what to say. Shadowmourne was the most important thing at this moment. The remaining orc warriors could only build a few rafts and row towards the sunken ship held by the magic mecha.
At this moment, a mist suddenly appeared on the sea, and the clatter of chains was heard again.
The mist moved quickly and quickly covered the tall body of the magic mecha.
Khadgar, who was standing on the shore, frowned slightly. The evil existence in the mist appeared again. Khadgar tightened his grip on the staff. He hesitated for a while and decided not to take action.
The orc veterans on the raft were all frightened. Many of them jumped into the water and swam to the shore. Suddenly, a large number of undead murlocs emerged from the water. On the shore, these undead murlocs were no match for the orcs and were the ones being slaughtered.
But in the water, it became the world of the murlocs. Orc veterans were attacked one after another, and the rafts were destroyed by the murlocs. The orcs fell into the cold sea water wailing, becoming the delicacies of the undead murlocs, and the sea surface was dyed red with blood.
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"It's too scary!" Khadgar closed his eyes. If he had enough magic power, he might be able to snatch Shadowmourne. But now he was not sure and could only watch the orc veterans being wiped out.
There were only a few sailors, cooks and other support staff left on the shore. Khadgar shook his head, knowing that this adventure had failed.
The magic mecha was in the mist, and Med'an did not dare to stay too long. He knew that he was no match for the evil existence. The last time he escaped with his life, he had to pretend to be dead.
Med'an opened the hatch of the magic mecha, cast flash spells continuously, and finally returned to Khadgar smoothly. His legs and feet were weak with fear, but it was a pity that this magic mecha was dead.
At this moment, a delicate wooden boat rushed out from behind the rocks not far away.
The small wooden boat was like a dexterous shark, passing through the dense reefs. Standing on the small wooden boat was an old troll, waving to Khadgar and grinning as a greeting.
"It's him!" Khadgar recognized this old troll, the old liar from the slums of Shattrath City in Outland, and the peerless treasure merchant Grivolta.
Khadgar had lived in Shattrath City for a period of time and was particularly familiar with Grivolta. The two had dealt with each other before.
Grivolta held a magic lantern in his hand, which was able to dispel the fog on the sea. The sound of rattling chains sounded again, and the shadows in the fog rushed towards the small wooden boat. Grivolta calmly took out a
Voodoo doll.
I don't know the origin of this voodoo doll. The undead murlocs in the water and the evil beings in the mist dare not approach. Khadgar and Med'an were stunned and watched the old troll board the sunken ship.
Not long after, Grivolta came out of the sunken ship, carrying a huge battle ax on his shoulder.
The broad ax blade, the emerald green ax body, are surrounded by dense spiritual light.
"Shadow's Sorrow!" Med'an exclaimed.
Khadgar sighed heavily. Unexpectedly, he actually made wedding clothes for others. In the end, this old liar got Shadowmourne. Although Grivolta was a famous liar, he had the real thing in his hands, the troll.
The empire has a long history, worships various gods, and has many strange things passed down.
"Khadgar, if you are interested in Shadowmourne, let's meet in Shattrath City. We are all old friends. The price can be easily negotiated."
Grivolta shouted, driving the boat through the reef area and heading towards the open sea.
Khadgar wanted to catch up, but the evil beings in the fog were eyeing him. Khadgar felt that he couldn't get any advantage, so he had no choice but to give up.
"I actually got an advantage from this old troll." Khadgar just smiled. With his state of mind and experience, he didn't feel anything sad. It was inevitable that the adventure would fail, but he didn't know how the old troll got it.
Did someone leak the news?
Madian on the side looked sad and almost cried.
"It's over, what should I do? King Saurfang's birthday is coming soon. Damn the old troll, I'm going to tear him apart. Senior brother Khadgar, do you know him?"
"Griffota, the peerless treasure merchant of Shattrath City." Khadgar showed a strange smile: "A very interesting character."
"Do we want it?" Med'an made a gesture of cutting his throat.
"Shattrath City is Adal's territory. Do you want to be an enemy of the Naaru Army?" Khadgar warned, and comforted Med'an: "Don't worry, Griftar knows how much he weighs.
Two, with Shadowmourne, countless adventurers are eyeing him. He will not leave Shattrath City and will definitely get rid of him as soon as possible."
"Be careful of the troll." Khadgar finally understood that he needed to be careful of Grivolta.
After witnessing Grivolta taking Shadowmourne with their own eyes, Khadgar and Med'an instinctively ignored the question of whether Shadowmourne was true or false. (To be continued)