"The tauren escorted me to join Khadgar and others. On the way, I met a group of orcs from the Iron Tribe. I rushed up and knocked down a few of them with my hooves. When I looked back, guess what?"
Yrel took a sip of water and said with regret: "The tauren who escorted me died unexpectedly. There was a deep ax mark on his neck, and the blood was all over the ground."
"Dead!"
The fiftieth person who raided the Dark Portal died unexpectedly.
Neither Vanessa nor Robbie expected this outcome. Speaking of the fiftieth person who raided the Dark Portal, they were players in the World of Warcraft game. How could the players die so easily?
Yrel tilted his head and said again: "Seeing that the tauren is dead, I was quite confused. I didn't expect him to be so weak. I didn't know the road and was running out of ideas. A female orc in a glorious suit ran away.
Come here, panting and saying that she was sent by Khadgar and ordered to pick me up."
Vanessa thought for a long time, then turned to ask Robbie: "Qiyana? Are there any female orcs wearing glorious suits in the list of raids on the Dark Portal provided by Moon Shadow?"
"No, absolutely not." Robbie confirmed.
The female orc plus the glorious suit is an immortal classic in the world of World of Warcraft fantasy. It blinds the front row, completely destroys the three views of life, and completely destroys all fantasy. Wherever it goes, there is no grass, people and animals die, and it can cause serious mental pollution to teammates and opponents at the same time.
A super shocking combination.
"Could it be someone from the Iron Tribe pretending to be someone else?" Vanessa expressed doubts.
"I think that no matter how inhumane the Iron Tribe is, they will not be able to develop such weapons of mass destruction that cannot distinguish between ourselves and the enemy." Robbie gave a more reliable analysis.
Yrel shrank his neck and said with some fear: "The lethality is indeed quite great. Anyway, I was frightened. The female orc told me that she and the tauren were one, but I didn't understand what it meant."
Are we one? Robbie was confused. Vanessa nodded, seeming to understand something.
"Then what?" Robbie asked.
"The appearance of the female orc was so shocking that all the Iron Tribes they met vomited, some had twitching limbs, foamed at the mouth, and even had their eyes closed. The journey was particularly smooth, but I didn't expect to see a mirror halfway through. The female orc
After looking at the image in the glasses, I was shocked to death."
"That's okay." Robbie said very convinced.
"Then there came another male dwarf wearing overalls and a bellyband. He was also said to be sent by Khadgar to pick me up. He was one with the female tauren orc."
Yirel smiled bitterly and said helplessly:
"No one really believes this when I say it. The next people I met were night elves, dwarfs, goblins... All races in the Alliance and Horde were gone. Except for the glorious orcs, the rest were vulnerable to a single touch.
He died when he got to the Iron Horde and almost dragged his body to see Khadgar."
Vanessa listened very seriously, blinking her beautiful eyes and smiling, obviously she already had the answer in her heart.
Yrel continued: "When he met Khadgar, the man was shrouded in dark illusions and could not see his true face. He received special care along the way until he boarded the ship and arrived in Shadowmoon Valley."
"When we arrived in Shadowmoon Valley, the man was a human male. Khadgar introduced the man to the prophet, saying that this man was the only hope to save the draenei and defeat the Iron Horde. The prophet predicted that the fate of the draenei would be surrounded by fog.
, that person might be the key to the turning point, so I believed it. At the fortress address I chose personally, Maraad helped plant the flag, and helped eliminate the Falling Moon Raven. In the end, I stepped in and asked that person to eliminate the threat to Falling Moon.
The Stoneman Giant Shake Fist at the camp.”
"This should be a test, right?" Robbie interjected.
Considering that the Stone Giant's Shock Fist is so powerful, an elite team must be organized.
This requires extremely high popularity and appeal, as well as strong team coordination skills, which are all necessary conditions for conquering the Iron Horde.
Yrel nodded: "That man boasted that he already had the title of Exalted One when he was fighting against Illidan in the outer realm. I don't quite understand what he meant, but it sounded pretty powerful. As a result, he was asked to organize commanders and adventures
When he conquered Zhenquan, he would push back and block him. He always said there was no rush and instead built the fortress first."
"What happened next?" Vanessa asked.
"One day the man suddenly came over and said that Shock Fist had been eliminated. Maraad and I went over to see that Shock Fist was indeed dead. But Maraad thought there was something fishy about this, even though the body had been decomposed.
, only the residue was left, Maraad still gave an analysis, Shocking Fist committed suicide unwilling to be humiliated, and the man lied. He failed to pass the test, so he had to find another way, so he asked the man to destroy the White Ghost Orcs.
Leader Norn? Bloodseeker."
Having said this, Yrel sighed and said with some disappointment:
"The man got angry, said that we were not sincere, deliberately made things difficult for him, and even went missing. Later, I heard that someone brought the head of the Norn Blood Seeker to receive the reward. I thought it was that man who did it, so I followed the prophet's order.
, take that person for a walk in Shadowmoon Valley, meet the Prophet and my sister Samara, and arrange the next plan. Unexpectedly, I can’t find the person at all, and even the fortress has been replaced.”
"Who replaced the fortress?" Robbie asked with interest.
"A human sorcerer named Rehoboam." Yrel answered.
Rehoboam, there is such a coincidence.
Vanessa noticed Robbie's strange expression and asked, "Do you know him?"
"Faxiao in Lakeside Town."
At this point, Yrel finally spoke out, his brows widened, and he said to Vanessa:
"Fortunately, you can tell lies and believe me. Otherwise, I wouldn't know who to tell. I would eat and drink in the Land of the Falling Moon, mainly to find out information."
"On the one hand, I hope to find that person. After all, it is the mission assigned to me by the prophet. On the other hand, I also have an idea. If I really can't find it, I can find a strong and reliable commander and pretend to be that person.
.Only I have met that person the most, and I am familiar with his expressions and demeanor. The person’s race, gender, and occupation have changed so much that even the prophet can’t figure it out for sure.”
Yrel, you can do it. You dare to deceive even the prophet.
Vanessa pondered for a moment and pointed at Robbie: "What do you think about him pretending to be?"
Yi Ruil paused: "It's so obscene that it can be mistaken for the real thing."
What to say? Robbie was a little unhappy.
"But it still doesn't work," Yirel said worriedly:
"I asked around about that person's history. He is called a senior adventurer. He has a lot of toy pet mounts and his achievements are very high. Besides, Robbie is not a commander."
"Achievements can be faked. Toy mounts can be sold because they are short of money. Commander's certificates are available at any time. Our brotherhood is the best at this kind of thing."
Vanessa acted like it was a trivial matter and quickly made arrangements: "Tomorrow, Robbie and I will take you back to Ambori Village to meet the prophet and your sister Samara."
The matter was finalized, and Yrel returned to continue enjoying his own chief's suite.
"Who is that person?" Only Robbie and Vanessa were left in the archaeological hall.
Vanessa said calmly: "Experimental Subject No. 5."
"Experimental Subject No. 5, what is that?"
Robbie remembered that when passing through the Dark Portal, three mysterious light groups said: Med'an, the son of the Astral Mage, is Experimental Subject No. 709.
"The Bronze Dragon Legion housed many strange things in the endless time stream and established the Bronze Dragon Sanctuary. Later, the Bronze Dragon separated from the Eternal Dragon, and both parties were in charge of some jurisdictions. Experimental Subject No. 5 was housed by the Bronze Dragon Legion
, an immortal soul from an unknown world, with certain prophetic abilities and very poor strength. It can fit the bodies of most races on the continent of Azeroth, and the Bronze Dragon has prepared countless bodies for him to use."
"Then what is Experimental Subject No. 709?" Robbie asked again.
Vanessa glanced at Robbie in surprise, but didn't ask any more questions and just replied:
"Experimental Subject No. 709, the savior template, was created by the astral mage Medivh. It adopts the technology of the Burning Legion and combines the blood of humans, orcs, draenei, and dark titans. It is occasionally violent and uncontrollable, with the purpose of protecting Azer
The flow of time in the Las continent."
Vanessa smiled slightly and said: "That is the savior Med'an."
…
Even for the Alliance's first-level fortress, this place is too desolate and dilapidated.
Robbie was ordered to come to Rehoboam's fortress to inquire about information. What he saw was that the fortress was overgrown and in a mess.
The dilapidated wooden fence has not been repaired for who knows how long. Some gaps are so big that bears can get through. The gate is ajar. There is only one wooden house in the fortress, and the rest are tents.
Since receiving Robbie's advice, Rehoboam, the favorite son of Mayor Solomon of Lakeside Town, suddenly realized what he was doing. He simply dismissed all the followers of the fortress. In order to save money, he even gave up the guards, leaving only the guards.
A female Druid who is extremely accomplished in alchemy and turns into a rabbit.
I went to Storm Shield and hired a Pandaren janitor who was good at brewing wine. He didn't even bother to do tasks every day. He collected some herbs and processed them in the fortress to make finished potions for sale. In addition, the Pandaren occasionally brewed some wine, which was considered a good idea.
With a good amount of income, life is enjoyable.
Rehoboam has been in a good mood recently and looks much better than before.
"Hey, Robbie, old friend, you are here, Lao Chen, serve the wine."
Rehoboam greeted him warmly.
"Why do you raise the wine glass? Who does the fat grow for? You are addicted to alcohol, and you are also confused when you are drunk. Here comes the good wine." A chubby panda rolled twice in a row and came to Robbie.
Not a drop of wine was drunk in both glasses of wine.
Robbie's heart trembled, this is a master.
As the saying goes, it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books. If you have never met a true master, even if the master is around you, you will not know him like Rehoboam.
Robbie secretly observed that this was a slightly older panda man with a thick black beard and a wine gourd on a bamboo pole.
There is an invisible energy in his body, and Robbie estimates that this person is stronger than the Draenei defender Maraad.
A panda who can brew wine and is very powerful.
Could it be the Pandaren hero of World of Warcraft, Chen Stormstout? (To be continued)