Maraad felt waves of discomfort coming from his abdomen. Although he suppressed it with the power of the Holy Light, the discomfort quickly spread throughout his body. His legs and feet became weak, his mind became dizzy, and stars were jumping around in front of his eyes. Even the Hammer of the Naaru was shaking.
I can't hold it anymore.
Robbie shook his head, stared at Deathwing again, and got Maraad's shoulder armor.
"I've been fooled, I've been fooled, this is a trap, a premeditated conspiracy."
Maraad had every reason to suspect that there was something wrong with the food this morning, last night, and even in the past few days. He must have been drugged, otherwise why would it be like this.
"That damn gnoll lied to me." Maraad shouted in his heart.
Maraad's face turned pale and his whole body trembled. The Vindicator's armor was taken away one by one by Robbie. Finally, the Hammer of the Naaru also fell from his hands and fell into Robbie's hands.
Even so, Robbie still didn't let him go and started to take off his clothes. He got his coat and waistcoat, revealing the draenei's upper body full of muscles.
Yirel quickly covered his eyes and peeked through the gaps between his fingers.
If this continues, I'm afraid there won't even be any trousers left. Maraad didn't want to be embarrassed in front of the goddess Yrel, so he finally couldn't help it anymore and hurriedly took out the beacon:
"Khadgar, save me."
There was a flash of arcane light, and Maraad disappeared.
As expected, Maraad dared to go wild in the Brotherhood's fortress because Khadgar's teleportation was the guarantee.
After forcing the powerful Maraad to escape, Robbie finally breathed a sigh of relief. Now only Yrel is left. Robbie doesn't believe that she can still make a difference?
"Yril, hehe, you'd better cooperate with us now, otherwise..." Robbie rubbed the Hammer of Naaru, what a good thing, a truly epic weapon, I, the Blasphemer Kabol, can't believe it
, finally there are epic weapons.
Robbie felt the need to show off his strength and infuse the Hammer of the Naaru with holy light.
The Hammer of the Naaru showed no reaction at all.
No, it was too much to reject me. Robbie was depressed at the time.
Robbie was a little distracted and didn't pay attention. He only saw Yrel wave gently, and the Naaru Hammer bloomed with light and took the initiative to fly into Yrel's hand.
This retribution came so quickly. Robil was a little embarrassed. Yrel said that you and Hogg were not related. What you did was much more powerful than taking the sword with empty words.
Hogg also had a surprised expression, feeling like he had met someone of the same mind.
"I want to see your commander." Yrel waved the Hammer of the Naaru, looking like he was a big deal.
"Why do you want to see our commander?" Robbie didn't quite understand.
Yrel said calmly:
"I've heard it said that the more wretched the followers, the more powerful the commander. I've eaten countless overlord meals in the Land of the Falling Moon, and no one has ever done anything to me. Only you can force me to this point, and why?
Beating Maraad away proves that your commander is very powerful."
Robbie turned around and asked Hogg: "Am I obscene?"
Hogg bared his teeth and nodded:
"If I can come up with such a dirty trick as biting the draenei's tail, I dare not say anything else. In terms of level of obscenity, I, Hogg, am willing to give in."
Hogg, can we still play friendly?
Robbie was hesitating and thinking. Vanessa's whereabouts had always been elusive. Whether she was in the fortress at this time or not, Robbie wasn't sure whether she should make an appointment.
"I understand." Yirel said as if he suddenly understood: "As a follower, you have neglected your own commander."
"Don't talk nonsense without evidence." Robbie was a little worried.
Yirel clapped his hands and nodded: "Well, well, that must be the case. You kidnapped the commander and imprisoned him in the basement. You only gave him a bowl of water and a steamed bun every day, and you humiliated him every night...
M, hum, look at me not exposing your conspiracy in public."
The corner of Robbie's mouth twitched. This little girl's imagination is quite rich. She can't let her talk nonsense, otherwise there might be some rumors spread.
Yrel continued to use his imagination: "No wonder your eyes lit up and your mouth drooled when you saw me. Do you want to do the same to me? Hey, there is no way, I am so naturally beautiful, but you paid the wrong attention
, I, Yrel, am not that easy to bully."
This little hoof felt so good about itself that Robbie was completely convinced. At this moment, a flower-feathered parrot landed on Robbie's shoulder.
In addition to assisting in combat, the parrots of the Brotherhood also serve the purpose of transmitting information and issuing instructions. Commander Vanessa also has one, and it is the rarest flower-feathered parrot.
The flower-feathered parrot whispered something in Robbie's ear. Robbie understood it, nodded, and said to Yrel: "Commander, please come."
Yirel puffed up his chest, snorted proudly, and walked proudly in front of Robbie and Hogg.
…
The archaeological hall of the fortress.
The cadres of the Brotherhood are generally not interested in archeology, and the Western Wilderness does not have a rich history.
There are very few exhibits in the archaeological hall. A wooden rudder shield, said to be owned by a ghost captain, and Captain Sandel's treasure map are among the more precious ones.
The archaeological hall is occasionally used to entertain guests, and is mostly used as Vanessa's cloakroom or lecture room.
The two-headed ogre magician Grubartok, Heartbreaker General James Harrington, and the fish-man Cookie stood in a row, all looking cautious and respectful.
Vanessa, wearing an enchanter's robe, lectured loudly:
"I have warned you a long time ago that Khadgar, like Medivh, can only cast spells linearly. As long as you find the right direction, an arcane crystal is enough to interfere. You three idiots are better off, and you have to fight Sap. Khadgar
Is it something you can deal with? In the end, everyone turned into a little sheep, and I had to take action myself. Fortunately, I didn't go out today. If Maraad escaped, where would the face of our brotherhood go? Wouldn't it be to let our colleagues
Watching the joke."
Hearing this, Robbie felt happy and relieved that Maraad was caught.
The three of them were so shocked that they didn't dare to breathe.
"And you, Hogg, stop hiding, I've already seen you."
Vanessa's big eyes widened, and the cold air hit her like a snowstorm: "Didn't you see Maraad at the Dark Portal? How could you mistake the person?"
Hogg trembled with fear and muttered: "I am face blind to the Delaney."
Vanessa held her forehead and sighed:
"You idiots are so annoying. You have to go back and think about your mistakes. You will be fined for three months and your bonus will be deducted. Hogg, you go to Khadgar to negotiate and let him take the ransom to ransom Maraad.
As for the price, let him figure it out for himself. If it's less, I can't guarantee that the Maraad sent back will be complete. It just so happens that the Brotherhood has suffered a loss recently."
The four of them said goodbye quickly as if they were about to receive a general amnesty.
"Robbie, you did a good job, you stay." Vanessa gave the final order.
Facing Vanessa's cold breath, only Yrel looked normal, like a normal person. Robbie secretly admired him, this little hoof must have a bright future.
"Ah! Why you? I know you." Yrel looked familiar.
"No, you got the wrong person!"
Vanessa's demeanor changed slightly. She rescued Yrel in the Iron Tribe's prison, but Vanessa is a stalker who never appears in battle, how could she be recognized?
Robbie was also secretly surprised, these little hooves are not simple.
"You are the Enchanter Miserexis."
"What?"
Robbie and Vanessa were stunned at the same time.
"You are a senior tailor, right? You sewed this limited edition enchanter's robe in Azeroth." Yrel's eyes were shining: "Can you make one for me?"
I misunderstood Yirel. It turns out that she recognizes people by their clothes.
"You really have the wrong person. I am not Miserexis. I heard that Miserexis no longer makes enchanter robes."
Vanessa poured a glass of water for Yirel, hesitated, and then poured a glass for Robbie:
"There is a group of miserable Draenei in the Cursed Land who have an exclusive monopoly on the production and sales of enchanter's robes."
"That's right, it's such a pity."
Yrel looked very disappointed, pouted, and was in a bad mood for the enchanter's robe.
Vanessa winked, and Robbie quickly reminded:
"Yril, don't forget the rent you owe."
"I know what you want to know." Yrel was already prepared: "Don't you just want to know about the fiftieth person who raided the Dark Portal? I'm afraid you won't believe me if I tell you."
"I am the leader of the Defias Brotherhood." Vanessa laughed at herself: "There are not many honest people in the Brotherhood. In addition to my strength, I have the ability to distinguish lies."
"Real or not." Yirel became interested: "Why don't you give it a try."
"Can."
"Prophet Velen is a Draenei?"
"Truth."
"Archmage Khadgar is an orc."
"lie."
"Wow, that's amazing, you can really do it." Yrel said as if he had discovered a new world.
"Yril, can you make it more difficult?" Robbie reminded.
Yirel pondered for a moment and tried to ask:
"Tyrande's favorite is Malfurion."
Vanessa gave Yirel a strange look:
"lie."
Yrel nodded sincerely:
"Jaina and the Blue Dragon King Kalecgos truly love each other."
Vanessa was even more surprised, blinked and replied:
"lie."
"Prince Kael'thas and Prince Arthas are not love rivals."
Vanessa took a deep breath:
"Truth."
"Fordin and Eitrigg are simply friends."
Vanessa's face turned dark and she replied helplessly:
"lie."
The so-called basis for judging truth from lies is not the truth of the matter, but Yrel's own understanding. Yrel is a Draenei from Draenor, and his understanding of the continent of Azeroth is obviously quite biased.
"Yriel, where do you see this messed up stuff?" Robbie asked angrily.
Yrel took out a pile of books from his bag.
"The Story That Tyrande and Tiger Have to Tell"
"The Blue Dragon King in the Shadow of Jaina's Whip"
"Beauty in the Age of Prosperity, The Past of Dalaran by Two Princes"
"Hearthglen, the Fate of Fordring and Eitrigg"
.......
Vanessa and Robbie looked at each other, speechless.
"Well, Yrel, let's talk about the fiftieth person." Robbie felt that if he didn't stop Yrel, he would be easily led into the ditch.
"This thing sounds strange, and I still can't figure it out." Yrel recalled: "I escaped from the Iron Tribe prison, a strange man with horns and hooves, and later I found out that he was a tauren from the tribe.
, saying that he came to meet me on Khadgar’s order.”
The fiftieth person who raided the Dark Portal was a tribal tauren.
Robbie and Vanessa's expressions changed at the same time. (To be continued)