The world is so big, there are all kinds of wonders, and the same rice can feed all kinds of people.
There will always be a few adventurers who will explain to you the correct meaning of pig teammates in various incredible ways.
Rehoboam hit the target with a shadow arrow. Killthroat opened his eyes and immediately swooped down.
Rehoboam was so frightened that he rolled and crawled, finally dodging the wolf's claws, turned around and ran back, but forgot about the trap, and he and Killmaw rolled into a large pit three meters deep.
This idiot is as stupid as a pig.
Robbie didn't care about conserving his strength and used Rage of Revenge to kill five wolf cubs instantly.
Looking under the trap, Robbie and Iron Fist both smiled.
Rehoboam was running ahead, and Killerhough bit his butt tightly and wouldn't let go.
The succubus followed behind Killmaw, waving her whip, and one person, one wolf, and one demon ran in circles in the small trap, which was very interesting.
After killing Killmaw, Rehoboam was in a miserable state, covered in blood, and luckily it was all flesh wounds. Robbie read a few Holy Light spells, hoping that there would be no rabies or the like.
Rehoboam was still panting. He searched for the corpse of Killthroat with a shrewd look on his face, but found nothing. Reluctantly, he took out his knife and peeled off the wolf's skin. He endured the smell of blood and rummaged through the internal organs.
"Why don't rare monsters drop? Sure enough, the books are all lies."
Robbie and Deval Iron Fist exchanged glances and both remained silent.
Rehoboam looked disappointed, ordered the woodcutter to collect the wood, and returned to the fortress listlessly to hand in the task.
Robbie and he wandered around for a while and then came back.
It is better to have no books than to believe in books, and the beasts are not humanoid monsters, so naturally they will not take the trophies with them.
In a ravine not far away, the two found Killmaw's lair.
In the deepest part of the wolf's den, there is a human mummy. It looks like it has been dead for many years. There are no obvious wounds on the body, but there is a hole in the middle of the forehead with a sharp animal tooth inserted. This is probably the cause of death.
After analyzing the mummy for a long time, it seems that these animal teeth were deliberately transplanted. A human had a hole in his forehead to install an animal tooth. What kind of performance art is this? Is he trying to impersonate a devil?
Robbie carefully pulled out the beast's tooth, but he didn't expect it to be a piece of equipment.
Excellent-grade daggers and throat-slaying canine teeth can be sold for a lot of money.
Unfortunately, according to the follower contract, sophisticated equipment must be handed over to the commander.
After searching the mummy's clothes, a light suddenly flashed.
It was an excellent-level ring. The slots for Robbie's and Iron Fist's rings were both empty. Excellent-level equipment followers could allocate themselves without having to hand it over to the commander. The two of them took out the sieve at the same time.
After checking the name and attributes of the ring, both of them were dumbfounded.
Excellent green-lettered equipment, the Ring of the Kirin Tor Apprentice.
Wearing requirements: Dalaran mage.
Why are the mage apprentices of the Kirin Tor here?
Deep in the cave, Robbie found a diary. Most of the pages were rotten. Only the last few pages had been specially treated with magic potion, and the writing was still clear.
After reading this diary, Robbie's expression became solemn.
Bastard, you don't know a word of it.
…
Vanessa was wearing pink pajamas, lying on the bed, reading the captured diary.
"The mage secrets of the Kirin Tor are apprentice-level and not profound." Vanessa yawned, pulled out a book from the bookshelf, turned to a certain page and handed it to Robbie.
"Just follow the algorithm above to decipher the password."
"Commander, do you want me to do this too?"
"I need to catch up on some sleep." Vanessa replied matter-of-factly.
Commander, you will be as lazy as a pig like this. Of course, Robbie could only think about it in his heart.
Back in his room, Robbie lit a lamp and boiled oil, and stayed at his desk all night to decipher the diary:
"….Dalaran is destroyed….
I am Azazel Kalra, one of the survivors of Dalaran.
After the destruction of Dalaran, I vowed not to wear the robe of a Kirin Tor apprentice again. I couldn't bear to see people's sympathetic eyes. Even the most powerful mage group in Azeroth could not stop Archimonde.
Is there still hope for this world?
All the sorrow in the world combined cannot equal the fall of Dalaran.
I still remember that it was a rainy night and the streets of Nanhai Town were wet.
I ordered a glass of strong wine in the tavern. The burning sensation made me temporarily forget my sadness and felt that I could eat some vegetables and meat.
Since I heard about the destruction of Dalaran five days ago and separated from my beloved Lisa in Lakeside Town, I have been in a bad mood and have been eating magic bread.
Among a group of noisy businessmen and fierce pirates, I accidentally caught a glimpse of a figure, and my wine instantly woke me up.
I heard a murmur, a broken voice:
"...The Book of Medivh...summons Archimonde...the mage of Dalaran loses his mana...the orcs feast, drink and revel...Dalaran has accumulated wealth for thousands of years...what I
What’s the point of everything I do... So what if I can defeat Archimonde... The Burning Legion has arrived... Stubborn Medivh, stupid Antonidas, is this the result you want?"
That man was drinking the cheapest beer in the pub, drinking one cup after another, as if it would never end, and kept talking nonsense in his mouth.
He suddenly felt something, raised his head, glanced at me, and smiled at me, a lock of shining blond hair floating gently on his forehead.
"Azazel, my old classmate, what a surprise to see you here."
Greeting like old classmates...
No, we are really classmates, we are just in different classes and have almost never spoken to each other.
I can't help but recall the days when I was young and frivolous in Lordaeron...
"I am Arthas Menethil, a man destined to become the king of Lordaeron. My goal is to allow all the people of Lordaeron to eat meat."
Childish voice, stubborn yet average face, what a wonderful memory.
In a sense, his goal was basically achieved, and almost all the people of Lordaeron became ghouls.
The man had already walked up to me, and I stumbled in response:
"I really didn't expect...to be...here...are you okay...my dear prince, how you look..."
How should I deal with this damn scum, the traitor who killed his father and his master, the executioner who massacred Lordaeron and Quel'Thalas, the culprit who destroyed Dalaran, the respected archmage Antonidas died there
In his hands.
But I am only a mage apprentice who has been in school for three months.
"My dear old classmate, what should I look like in your impression? Like the rumors, full of wrinkles, long dry hair, pale skin, evil eyes, hoarse voice, feeding on evil maggots and fresh flesh and blood?
Can a person who can control death be powerless about his own appearance? People who spread rumors simply don’t understand how great the ultimate power of death is. Blood, killing, lies, and betrayal are all over the world. Only death can do it.
To cowards and cowards, bring hope and courage, gain new life, and usher in a hopeful tomorrow."
I'm still the same second grader as before, nothing has changed.
For a moment, I felt a sense of relief that I had not seen for a long time.
My old classmate has really not changed much, only his appearance is younger and more energetic than before. Is this really good?
The man realized that he had talked too much and was quiet for a long time.
Looking out the window at the falling rain, probably because he drank too much, his face was flushed and full of vigor, and he could not feel the breath of death at all.
"Azazel, I remember that your family moved to Danube Town in the Kingdom of Stormwind. When did you become a mage apprentice in Dalaran?"
The man lowered his voice and asked casually, trying his best to suppress his middle-aged soul.
His eyes are brighter than before, and he is much more mature. He has the aura of a born superior and exudes the grace of an immortal king.
What's even more frightening is his observation ability. It's obvious that I don't have any Dalaran marks on my body.
"Actually, I'm just an apprentice. I'm studying...not magic, but...surgery."
My subject interested him.
"Can you tell me about your research results?"
This is my proud field. Although I try to be cautious, I am still a little proud and my speech gradually becomes fluent.
After hearing this, the man kept nodding his head and showed admiration: "It is very meaningful to let ordinary people learn to treat injuries. It can save many people in the war. This is a very good idea. Come with me, I haven't seen you for many years.
Let's have a good time catching up on old times.
I am not asked to sew abominations for the Scourge, I speculated maliciously.
I don't know why I followed him without feeling as scared as I did at first.
In the dark night, we walked slowly. The man told the past with a peaceful mind, recalling stories from his school days. He also laughed at my naive ideals when I was young and determined to marry a high elf woman.
.
Like all old classmates when we meet, we opened our minds and chatted openly. For some reason, I completely forgot that the person next to me was actually the traitor to the entire Azeroth, the terrifying Lord of the Undead and the Scourge.
The man kept asking about Dalaran's past. I knew he wanted to ask about Jaina's current situation. Just like when I was a teenager, I was too shy to speak, so I told everything I knew.
When he heard that Jaina had arrived and was still alive, the man obviously breathed a sigh of relief, but when he learned that Jaina had gone to Kalimdor, his brows darkened again!
"She still made a choice." The man's smile was very bitter.
Unknowingly, we arrived at the former site of Durnholde Castle.
Looking at the ruins, the man's expression became serious:
"Many years ago, right here, a human lord picked up an orc baby. The human lord found someone to nurse him. He also hired teachers to educate him, asked people to guide him in war strategies, and trained him in fighting with various weapons.
Skills.”
"The reason is very funny. This human lord actually had the naive idea to train this orc baby to be the leader of the orcs, so as to conquer the world with the help of the orcs. What's even more interesting is that at that time, the orcs were lazy and weak and could not even do
Hard labor is not enough."
As an apprentice in Dalaran, I naturally know this history, so I expressed my judgment:
"Your Highness, this is a complete lie. No human lord would be so stupid. Even if he had such an idea, he would sign a contract with a baby never to betray."
As a mage apprentice in Dalaran, I know that similar evil contracts exist, and there are more than one.
The man smiled and shook his head: "No, the orc baby is real, but there was an interesting episode. Of course, the lord has no ambition to conquer the world, it is just out of the father's love for his son, who
I can imagine that this orc is actually the son of Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf clan."
"Your Highness, this is just a rhetoric, an illusion deliberately promoted. As we all know, the Durotans have been assassinated by the Shadow Council a long time ago. It is a miracle that an orc baby can survive in the human kingdom. Who can prove his
Identity, no one can verify the authenticity anyway!"
The man nodded slightly: "Yes, why should you care about right or wrong, truth or lies? Just like today, I lied to you!"