The five powerful blue sky, even in human form, are still the first-class mages in Azeroth.
This is not a sniper kill that can be accomplished by just a few dozen orcs or goblins.
You know, it only takes a moment to return from human form to dragon form.
Moreover, dragons can fly. Such huge creatures have thick scales. Even if they are motionless and can be slaughtered by others, it will take a while to kill them.
It's a pity that Kalecgos, the blue dragon king who investigated this murder case, is a typical scumbag and a shame to the dragon clan. As a dragon and the king of blue dragons, a dwarf musketeer is enough to force him back, and he is also mentally weak.
You can't count on how strong he is.
As a result, the murder case was left unsolved, and it was only suspected that the tribe was responsible.
It was able to kill five blue dragons instantly, leaving them no time to transform. The demonic magic and arcane energy remaining at the scene were actually enough evidence.
Robbie's heart sank, and he looked at Vanessa. From Vanessa's clear eyes, Robbie saw encouragement, confidence, and persistent pursuit of strength.
Kill five blue dragons, steal the Focusing Iris, give it to the Horde, and then blow up Theramore. There is no need to hide it. Anyone who is interested can see who the murderer is.
At this moment, Robbie could finally understand why Vanessa urgently needed the power of the Dark Star. With such terrifying power hanging above her head and on the side of the tribe, this was a huge hidden danger.
Seeing Robbie frowning deeply, as if he was afraid, Grandaris immediately seized the opportunity and quickly added:
"Ever since Deathwing fell and lost the power of the guardian dragon, the dragon army has been like cats and dogs at the mercy of others. If they don't behave, they will be killed and eaten. You know how deep the water here is, right?
Just let me go quickly."
"Glendaris." Robbie glanced around the silent forest and lowered his voice: "Do you know what my profession is?"
The giant bear blinked and stared at Robbie: "What is your profession?"
"Actually, I'm a wizard."
"Wizard? What kind of profession is that?"
Grandaris didn't understand and showed a puzzled expression.
"Wizard is a new profession added after 9.0, and only humans can do it."
Robbie said seriously. He took out a scarecrow that was more than a foot tall, and then took out a piece of paper and stuck it on the scarecrow.
"Now let me experience how scary the wizard profession is. I hope you won't scream too harshly, little bear."
"What? You called me Little Bear?"
Grandaris noticed that it was his name written on the talisman, and an unpleasant feeling arose from the bottom of his heart.
"The wizard's ability is mainly a curse, which is different from the warlock's curse. This curse comes from a mysterious unknown power. Try the painful link." Robbie sneered maliciously, took out a needle, and stabbed it hard.
On the scarecrow's left arm.
Grandaris immediately felt a sharp pain in his left arm.
"How does it feel, bear? The torture has just begun."
Robbie licked his lips, with a bit of madness in his eyes, like an executioner enjoying killing: "The power of the curse makes you and this scarecrow become one. If you hurt the scarecrow, it will hurt you, no matter how far you run away to the end of the world."
Robbie thrust the needle into the Scarecrow's chest again.
Grandaris felt another sharp pain in his chest, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes.
The giant bear was sweating profusely and trembling with fear, not because of the unbearable pain, but because of the fear of the unknown power.
Grandaris didn't know that this was just a simple application of Holy Light Explosion. The giant bear's skin was thick and fleshy, and its recovery power was amazing. This little damage was nothing to him.
Seeing Robbie aiming the needle between the scarecrow's legs, the giant bear quickly clamped his legs and begged:
"Stop, stop, stop, don't come again, Master Wizard, I'm scared."
"If you're afraid, just cooperate with us, little bear, come here and touch your head." Standing on the stone and tiptoing, Robbie could take a picture of the giant bear's head, which was still sitting on the ground.
….
Shadowmoon Valley, Moonwillow Valley.
It is said that this is the holy land of the draenei people, and it is also the favorite meditation place of the prophet Velen. He has pursued the enlightenment of the holy light here more than once and guided the draenei people towards the future.
In the dusk, facing the rising sun, Robbie accompanied Yrel to Moon Willow Valley.
There is an exquisite little hut here in a remote location.
The stream flowed slowly. Prophet Velen ended his meditation and took hundreds of bottles of insight potion from Yrel's hand with a penetrating gaze.
Robbie looked at the prophet's furrows, and finally couldn't help but ask:
"Master Prophet, if there is only despair in the prophecy, where should you go?"
Velen opened his eyes and shot out two rays of wisdom: "Not all wanderers have lost themselves. For countless years, the Holy Light has guided the Draenei and escaped one disaster after another. I believe in the difficulties before us.
It's just temporary, the Holy Light will not give up on us."
Well, I hope so.
In this regard, Robbie had nothing to say and could only stand aside with Yrel.
Velen closed his eyes quietly and enjoyed the short leisure. He was not in a hurry to take the insight potion.
Robbie knew clearly that Velen was waiting for someone.
The legendary fiftieth person of the Dark Portal, in the prophecy of the prophet Velen, this person will definitely appear.
After a long while, a figure came from a distance. This was a man wrapped in a black robe. He looked like a human being.
"This place is so messed up and twisted. It's really hard to find."
A familiar voice came, and the man opened his robe, revealing a young face.
Seeing the person's face clearly, Robbie's expression changed slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
How could it be Rehoboam, the son of Mayor Solomon?
Yrel's eyes widened and he exclaimed: "It's you, you little thief who cheated on the mission!"
"Hey, I said, don't be so surprised." The man winked at Yrel, then turned to look at Robbie: "I seem to owe you a hundred gold coins, and now we are settled."
A bag of gold coins was put into Robbie's hand. Robbie grabbed the bag and stared at the man carefully. He saw a strange red light flashing in his pupils.
"You are not Rehoboam," Robbie said firmly.
The man's expression was very relaxed, as if he had expected it, and he smiled strangely: "How did you see that?"
"I grew up with Rehoboam and I am very familiar with his character." Robbie raised his voice and said in a measured tone: "Rehoboam has a habit. He never pays back the money."
"Haha, really?"
The man chuckled: "I'm just borrowing his body temporarily. I call this possession. Don't worry, after I leave, he will wake up, just like a dream, and I guarantee that nothing will be damaged. The prophecy of the prophet Velen,
I'm also very interested."
…
Moon Willow Valley, on the other side of the creek, the dense grass forms a natural secret place.
Grand Druid Grandaris returned to his adult form, playing with a strange sphere. Red and black lines wriggled on the surface of the sphere, like countless earthworms.
"Major Samuelson, this is the Heart of Nightmare." Grandaris looked at the human man beside him calmly: "You just have to tell me what kind of dream you need to give Velen."
Major Samuelson was fully armed, with a long sword on his waist, and his eyes were cold:
"There are only two conditions, first, cooperate with the tribe and defeat the Iron Horde, and second, have a close relationship with the tribe and have a harmonious relationship. Grandaris, don't try to play tricks, see that the young man didn't, that is our person,
He will enter the dreamland with Velen."
"Don't worry," Grandaris said with a smile:
"In the dream, I will make Velen and the tribe as close as one family." (To be continued)