Following the cry of Ice King Armennar, a mountain peak covered with white bones slowly rose from the ground.
On top of the Bone Mountain, the endless aura of death surrounded her. Jaina was shocked, how many wronged souls there were. The rise of Yamenar had only been a few short years, how could he collect so many wronged souls.
"Haha, Jaina, don't you realize it yet? These are all the crimes caused by you." Yamenar said in a hoarse voice.
"I?"
Jaina was confused and was stunned for a moment, thinking, what does this have to do with me?
Yamenar sneered, his dark eye sockets flashing with green light:
"Since the orcs entered Kalimdor, you and Thrall have been in cahoots, working together inside and outside. How many innocent lives have been slaughtered, Orgrimmar has suffered countless souls, and Mount Hyjal has been riddled with bones. Your father's fleet sank to the bottom of the sea unjustly.
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It is full of dead souls walking around. Life and death have their own destiny, and the world of death only accepts a certain number of souls. Those unjust dead can only wander in the world, turning into resentful souls. The innocent souls I collected are not as good as one percent of the murders you caused, so
It’s already so scary.”
After hearing this, Jaina felt horrified. Normally, with her ideals and pursuits, she shouldn't feel guilty about this, but she still felt a little frightened. The young Jaina could not be as heartbroken as Aegwynn.
"Bones Band, follow my orders, the show begins."
Armennar is a lich, he has no expression, so Jaina did not notice the pride in his heart, and he successfully opened a gap in Jaina's heart.
At the top of the Bone Peak, a tall skeleton came to life. His body was surrounded by flames and he held a guitar in his hand:
"Fire-Eye Mordreth is at your service, my master."
Fire-Eye Modres grabbed the guitar and played it, started dancing vigorously, and sang in an unpleasant hoarse voice.
As the captivating song of Fire-Eye Mordres sounded, every skeleton in the Bone Mountain stood up and sang and danced with Fire-Eye Mordres. It was obvious that they had received professional training and danced extremely neatly.
Don't expect these low-level undead creatures to make normal sounds. Their sounds are like bone fragments rubbing against each other, harsh and unpleasant, a real noise.
As the songs of the undead reached her ears, Jaina felt her head swell, her heart beat faster, her blood surged, her vision gradually blurred, and she found it difficult to concentrate.
You know, a great mage must maintain mental concentration in order to cast spells.
But Jaina found it difficult to concentrate. She barely cast an ice arrow, but it missed a long way. Looking at the Ice King Armennar, he was not affected by the noise at all. She seemed to understand the problem.
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"Jaina, give up, you don't understand true power at all."
Yamenar knew that he was no match for Jaina, and he did not take the initiative to attack. He only passively defended, holding Jaina back and buying Calgar Thornribs time.
"Do you think some noise can defeat me?"
Jaina tore off two strips of cloth and stuffed her ears tightly.
Although she couldn't hear the annoying noise, she still couldn't concentrate on casting the spell. She heard her heart beating violently, which made her irritated and uneasy, spinning around as if she was drunk, and her consciousness was blurred.
"What kind of magic is this?" Experimental Subject No. 5 was confused: "Is it a sound wave?"
"No! It's resonance." Robbie said with certainty: "Armenar manipulates the sound of the Bones Band to resonate with Gianna's heartbeat and internal organs, thereby achieving the purpose of imaging Gianna's mind. Armennar is
A lich has no heart or blood circulation, so he only needs to use a special helmet to protect his head."
Jaina didn't understand the principle of resonance. Even Dalaran had no research in this area. This mysterious and unknown power made Jaina feel scared and she had to retreat.
Jaina felt much better after being far away from the mountain of bones and skulls, but she was unable to get close to Calgar Thornribs. She could only watch the Mushan beast being entangled by thorns and vines, gradually weakening due to excessive blood loss.
"Go to hell, go to hell, you damn cow."
Cairn Bloodhoof roared angrily, and he rounded the rune spear in his hand: "The Spear of Victory is mine, you are out of date, Magatha Grimtotem, you damn cow."
Magatha Grimtotem is surrounded by abundant elemental power. Although she is already an old woman, like a candle in the wind, the power of the elements makes her young and full of strength.
Even in a hand-to-hand fight with Kane Bloodhoof, he didn't lose at all.
Compared to Cairn Bloodhoof, who became more fierce as the battle progressed and tried his best to kill the opponent, Magatha Grimtotem seemed a little timid, and she was even unwilling to use powerful spells.
She watched Cairn Bloodhoof grow up and always regarded him as her own son. She watched his growth step by step. How much she hoped that Cairn Bloodhoof would grow into a great tauren chief.
"Kane, what is this for? What made you so crazy? Why did you betray our people?" Magatha Grimtotem said in pain, with a look of confusion on his face.
Kane Bloodhoof showed a ferocious smile, exactly like Thrall:
"Margasa, you are a senior I respect, but don't think you can deceive me. You are too old, so you are not valued by Thrall, otherwise you will be crazier than me. Since you have the opportunity to become a god, why
Are you not sure? Let all the tauren and clansmen die. I, Cairn Bloodhoof, will become an eternal god."
Cairn Bloodhoof seemed to have fallen into madness, completely ignoring defense and just wanted to kill this hateful cow.
Magatha Grimtotem had a sad look on his face: "Kane, you have been confused by the devil. You shouldn't be like this."
Although Kane has been trying hard to kill this annoying senior, it is a pity that Magatha Grimtotem is more solid, and the power of the elements is still stronger than the power of blood.
But Magatha had no intention of killing, so the two almost reached a deadlock.
Thrall felt sorry for his mount, but it was a pity that Jaina was blocked by the Ice King and could not make any progress.
Thrall knew that it would be useless to go up. He saw that Kane was no match for Magatha, and ordered loudly: "Wo'jin, leave the quilboar alone, and kill this old witch with Kane."
"As commanded."
Vol'jin withdrew from the battle with the quilboar, his glaives stained with green poison, and he and Cairne flanked Magatha Grimtotem.
Kane was attacking from the front, and his offensive was wide open, while Vol'jin's attacks were very insidious, always attacking from unexpected angles, and Magatha was immediately in danger.
"Boys, charge and kill the damn green-skinned orcs."
The leader of the Kokar centaurs, Hezrul Bloodseal, led a pair of centaurs to join the battle group.
Hezrul Bloodseal was tall and much stronger than the average centaur. Kane Bloodhoof had no choice but to abandon Magatha and meet Hezrul Bloodseal. The two were old rivals.
They fought many times, winning and losing.
"Kain Bloodhoof! You coward, you all must die."
Hezrul raised his hoof and fought with Kane Bloodhoof.
Thrall maintained his noble status as the savior and was unwilling to get involved in the battle group, watching the enemy plunder the formation from the sidelines.
Seeing that his Mushan beast was about to die, Thrall's eyes were red and he was extremely anxious.
At this moment, a group of tall ogres approached Thrall. Thrall recognized that this was the Brackenwall Village in Mud Swamp, an ally of the tribe. Seeing the tall body of King Mogmulok, Thrall showed surprise.
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"Mogmulok, you are here at the right time. The tribe needs your help."
Mogmulok stared at Thrall, confused and puzzled, then suddenly realized, his expression changed continuously, and after a long while he said: "That's wrong, Thrall, I'm here to find a bride." (To be continued)