Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 2 Saving Private Mark
Task: Advanced Mage—Escorting goods, in progress.

Could it be that this task has not failed yet, the task is to escort the goods, although the people in the caravan are basically dead, the goods are still there.

If Karl brings back the goods and the head of the troll, maybe the mission can be saved. The head of the troll is also a good thing, and the human kingdom has a uniform price of 2 gold coins per purchase.

Single-handedly killing more than a dozen trolls is nothing short of fantasy. The only advantage I have now is that the trolls don't know that there is still one person who is still alive, or that an accident happened, and Chu Fei's soul transmigrated to Karl.

If he didn't poison the screaming guy, he would be dead anyway, so he could avenge him.

The voice of the Heart of Order interrupted Carl's thinking, "The behavior of the host is very different from that of the great mage, and the experience point penalty will be deducted!"

"@#￥%, wait for him to die before poisoning him." Carl successfully exploited the loopholes in the system.

"..."

The host can consider saving people, and gain a certain amount of experience in this way!

Rescue the caravan guards, accept?
Saving people can gain experience, and when two people face trolls, the pressure is reduced by half. Thinking of this, "Accept the mission."

First of all, he must not be able to fight, and he still needs to save people, and he needs to distract the troll.

Unforeseen difficulties appeared in the first step of the tactic. The wood in the house was wet and could not be ignited. Carl picked up two pieces of wood and drilled wood to make fire like in the survival show before crossing. a fire?
"By the way, I'm a mage," Carl suddenly realized, "Fireball! How could I forget this."

"Fire Armor."

Mages use arcane magic to control ice and flames. Early mages often suffered accidental injuries from spells. This thing is not weaker than bombs. Holding a bomb that may explode at any time, even if there is a trace of energy out of control, it is harmful to mages with weak bodies. It is fatal, and the corresponding elemental protection spells came into being.

Over time, mages are used to casting corresponding protective spells before releasing spells.

"Fireball."

The moment the corpse touched the fireball, it burned violently and spread to the floor and walls. Carl muttered next to him: "Everyone, take your buddies on the road with peace of mind. Compared with being a troll's food, you can't eat a whole corpse. Let me save you all." Bar."

quietly slipped out of the cabin.

The burning effect was better than expected, and the fire was getting bigger and bigger, and quickly spread to another room next door.

Attracted the attention of the troll leader, gesticulating and shouting in an incomprehensible troll language, "@#￥%......."

The trolls hurriedly picked up the barrels and ran to the woods. Carl was puzzled, "Is this an alien version of running with barrels?"

Carl recognized the human on the grill, Mark, the captain of the caravan guard.

The Mark at this time was very different from the Mark in Carl's memory. In Carl's memory, Mark had brown curly hair, a melancholy complexion, and a poetic temperament.

Mark appeared in front of his eyes, his eyebrows, beard and hair all disappeared, and an impressive bald head appeared, shining beside the fire!
Mark squirmed like a maggot on the wood, trying to get out of the grill.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned his head and saw Carl who had come to save others, "Carl? By the Holy Light, you are still alive!!"

"It's hard to say, I'll save you first!"

The effect of the flame armor has not disappeared, and Karl untied the rope on Mark with the bonfire.

"Ow!"

Mark fell heavily to the ground and let out another scream.

Karl lamented that the troll chef is very knowledgeable, slow roasting, the outside is charred and the inside is tender, but the tenderness of the inside is unknown, the outside must be burnt.

"Medium!" Carl poked it with his hand, and with Mark's screams, he smelled the meat again, "I'm a little hungry!"

Mark immediately moved 3 meters away from him, looking at him as if he was looking at a pervert.
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10 experience!

Carl rolled his eyes, "Where did this stupid system come from, I have been busy for a long time, and I owe 10 experience!"

Rescue the caravan guard mission completed, +100 experience.

XP: 90
"Thank you!" Mark sat up, one-third of his body was burned, his expression was painful, and he could fix his injuries without saying a word. Karl secretly admired him. He deserved to be a man who could become the captain of the guard, although most of the guards were strong on the outside but capable on the inside.

"Little Nelson is dead." Mark faced the fire, as if talking to himself, "I just watched his head blow off."

"There's a headless corpse over there, I suspect it's him," Karl replied blankly.

"Baker, the big dog, is dead too, knocked to death by the troll right in front of my eyes."

"It's even more frightening that you haven't seen it yet. The trolls processed their corpses like livestock slaughtered by a butcher!" Carl replied helplessly: "It looks like they plan to store them as food reserves!"

"Where are their bodies?" Mark raised his head and said, "They cannot be desecrated by trolls!"

Shrugging, Carl pointed to the burning cabin and said, "The troll never has a chance!"

Mark punched the ground with a fist, his eyes full of guilt, "Little Nelson, Baker and Big Dog, how can I explain to their families when I go back!"

"Then use the troll's head to explain it!" Carl's expression was a little ferocious in the firelight, and he said softly to Mark: "Let's have a big fight! Either kill them all, or be killed by them!"

Picking up a convenient wooden stick from the ground, Mark waved it and said murderously, "Go, go get the equipment back first."

In the northwest corner of the troll camp, two trolls are guarding the warehouse door.

"Arcane Missile!"

Three purple arcane missiles flew out of Karl's hand rapidly, the troll had no time to dodge, was hit by the missiles, the impact knocked the troll into the air, nailed it fiercely to the wall of the warehouse, and instantly penetrated the troll's body.

The troll's body twitched and slowly slid down the wall, seeing that it was impossible to survive.

"@#￥%!" Another troll shouted in an incomprehensible troll language and rushed over.

"Hand of the Mage!"

Move a stone to the troll's feet. The charging troll didn't pay attention, tripped and fell to the ground, and still landed face first.

"Ow!" The troll let out a scream.

Mark rushed out of the ambush trench, rounded the wooden stick, and slammed the troll on the head, followed by a violent storm attack. When Carl arrived, the troll's head disappeared, leaving only a mosaic .

"2 gold coins each! It's a waste!" Karl complained.

Kill trolls, +20 experience, +20 experience.

The two entered the warehouse smoothly, and after a while of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, Mark found his own equipment in a box, including a half-body armor, an iron shield and a one-handed sword.

Karl also found his own magic pocket, with silver coins and copper coins piled in the pocket, as well as an arcane missile spell book, several spell scrolls, and 2 bottles of primary magic potions.

Karl's mana was somewhat depleted after casting spells several times in a row, and there was no source of magic nearby to absorb. The racial talent of the high elves couldn't help him gain more mana here.

Carl reached out to open a bottle of primary mana potion, took a sip, and then turned into a bitter face, "The taste of this thing is as good as traditional Chinese medicine!"

Mana slowly recovers.

The smell of the magic potion lingered for a long time, and Karl tried to divert his attention from the attack of the magic potion on his sense of taste.

I saw a portrait of a black-haired woman being held by Mark in his hand, and he said to himself: "When I finish fighting these trolls and avenging my brothers, I will go back and get married!"

"Die!" An uncontrollable sentence blurted out: "If you hang up later, you won't be wronged at all!"

(End of this chapter)