Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 204 5. Farren's Secret 【75100】

Wow, wow

The Death Raven's huge wings flapped the sea-smelling air, carrying its master to take off from the dark temple suspended in the sky, and slowly flew to the isolated island in the sea in front of him.

Tyrion looked at the surrounding environment left and right. It was different from Draenor in his memory, where everything was growing, and Outland, where everything was dying. At this time, Draenor was probably in the middle of the two, in a very dangerous position We remain neutral on the ground, but there is no telling when things will get worse.

Therefore, the death knight feels that he must prepare in advance. The power of the Dark Blade Knights is scattered in various places in Draenor, like fingers spread out. Facing fierce enemies, there is no deterrence. Only when you come back and make a fist, you have the capital and ability to fight against any accidents.

The wind whipped up by the Death Raven in flight drew a white trail on the sea behind it, like an airplane parting from the water, it roared and landed on the ground of the Farland Peninsula. The moment it landed, it was caught The reef held by the steel-like claws trembled, and a series of small stones smashed into the sea below, causing the sharks gathered around to scatter quickly.

Why are there so many sharks here?

Tyrion jumped off the raven, looking back at the almost black sea behind him, he asked softly:

Did you throw something into the sea?

Standing next to Tyrion was his old comrade-in-arms who had been away for 2 years, and Rogelio, who was in charge of the search and war in Farland with the blood mage Autumn. I haven't seen you in 2 years. This old elf It was still the original silent posture, with the back straight, and the whole body exuded a posture of not getting close to strangers.

His hair had turned gray like Tyrion's, and his emerald green eyes had turned pale gray, looking like real ice.

Facing Tyrion's question, Rogelio didn't answer, but pointed to the skeletons not far away. These awakened lowest-level undead were carrying some suspicious things back and forth. Like part of the corpse of some gigantic creature, there was a strange dark green liquid on the surface of those things... Tyrion guessed that it should be some kind of blood.

The corpse of the original beast.

Rogge gave a brief introduction: Full of unimaginably rich vitality, a kind of giant spirit similar to a super-large mammoth, but composed of plants, they are the last layer of guardians of the Farland Plain.

Hard to deal with?

Tyrion squinted at the corpses of the original beasts thrown into the water, he stroked the beard of his chin: There are still a lot of them?

Unfortunately, it's both!

Rogge made a please gesture to Tyrion, and then led the way ahead, and the two soon arrived at the fortress of the Dark Blade Knights in the Farland Plains.

This is a fortress full of undead style. It is surrounded by dark and cold stones to form a high tower fortress. Between the stones, it is filled with a material similar to white bones. At the top Is an oversized surveillance gem that resembles an ice blue eyeball.

This thing is imitated by the death knights who have absorbed the spells of warlocks and specially used for forward scouting Kilrogg's eye. It can also scatter spells similar to cannonballs.

Although it's powerful...it's just so-so, something is better than nothing.

As soon as he stepped into this icy psychic tower fortress, Tyrion was attracted by the huge specimen in front of him. He approached the exquisitely crafted giant specimen with a layer of frost on the outside, and looked back at Luo. Grio:

You still keep the habit of making specimens? I thought you had forgotten this hobby.

I've got to find something for myself to do.

Rogge waved his hand indifferently, while the leader of the death knight turned his gaze to the specimen of the original beast giant spirit in front of him.

This thing is like a giant mammoth, with four hooves on the ground, very much like a creature that only lives in Northrend, the northern continent of Azeroth-the mammoth, but the size of this plant giant is much larger than the mammoth, according to According to Tyrion's estimate, this guy with a height of more than 6 meters weighs at least 5 tons, and he is definitely a giant beast-level creature that is rare in Azeroth and Draenor.

And its skin is also very worthy of its race. That layer of thick and strong plant tissue like vine bark constitutes the outer skin of the giant beast. On its hands holding the heavy giant wooden spear, Tyrion even I can see the flowers growing between my fingers...

In addition, there is no decoration on the skin of this giant beast like a hill, just like a giant mammoth with its hair shaved off, and even the pair of ivory are so lifelike, but if you look closely, the so-called Ivory is nothing but two conical pieces of wood.

When this thing is running against the front of the battle formation, it is simply irresistible.

Rogelio stepped forward and stood beside Tyrion, looking at the specimen of the giant beast in front of him, he even said a very vivid metaphor:

It's like a colossus charging against a storm. Everyone knows that the storm can't help it... Three months ago, when this thing rushed out of the spore forest in the center of the Farland Plain, I worked hard Two-thirds of the established legion was killed by a wave of their charge...

The old ranger shrugged:

I almost gave up...until I discovered one of their Achilles' heels!

When Rogelio got to the point, he seemed to stop talking on purpose, waiting for Tyrion to ask. The latter turned his head and looked at him. The two looked at each other for several seconds. Tyrion coughed lightly and moved away. He opened his eyes and coughed lightly:

Okay, you made it, I want to know the story, tell me, what did you find?

When Tyrion turned his head, there was a fleeting smile on Rogge's cold face. He quickly restrained his smile and said seriously:

They have no brains!

Um?

Tyrion narrowed his eyes and played a nasal voice with unknown meaning: Should I understand this sentence literally? Or is it some kind of symbolic meaning?

Literally!

Rogelio stepped forward and took out an eye-sized black seed from the plate next to the specimen, which looked like a small stone, and he threw it to Tyrion:

This is their brain. In fact, we can't expect plants to evolve the same thinking organs as humans and animals. The original beast giants who rushed out of that battle rushed out of the spore forest with unstoppable momentum. But that's it, the farther away from that weird spore forest, the more serious their chaos will be.

Tyrion narrowed his eyes, and he quickly thought of something very similar:

Golem?

Yes! It's similar to those low-level golems in Quel'Thalas. Once they exceed the range that the control core can manipulate, only instinctive destruction and defense are left... These giants are worse than golems. They have their own Temperament and character, but not enough wisdom to deal with these complex things.

Rogelio spread his hands:

I didn't defeat them in that battle, but they defeated themselves. Do you know what these 6-meter-high, 5-ton invincible monsters look like to me?

Tyrion gave a please continue look, Rogge snorted and pointed to his head:

They are like half-finished products. If the Plains of Farland is really the source of life in the world of Draenor as you said, then this plant genie is undoubtedly the last guard of the source of life. It's a pity it hasn't had time to add wisdom to these best fighters.

So, what do you mean, our war on the plains of Farland went smoothly?

Tyrion threw back the small black stone in his hand, folded his arms and asked:

So, how long before I see my 'booty'?

It's been a long time! If I have such a small staff, you probably have to wait at least 10 years!

A trace of disdain flashed across Rogelio's face, he turned around and tapped the ice on the back of the sign, and said:

Do you know why I freeze this specimen?

The old ranger turned his head and showed a playful smile:

It's still alive! My lord, even if I dig out its heart, dig out its brain, and cut off two-thirds of the vessels in its body, it's still alive, as long as After the thaw, in less than half a day, our psychic tower will be completely submerged by the crazy plants that fell off it!

Do you understand? Tyrion, they are the ultimate creation of the life source of this world! You can't kill them from normal at all unless you burn every plant tissue, they won't fall, and once they Falling down is just the beginning of another disaster, they and us are completely two extremes!

Two months before the start of the Franconian War, we captured the peninsula and burned two-thirds of the land to ashes, but after that, in less than a month, the island... you also See, its forest coverage area is even wider than before, that mysterious source of life... it is devouring us with its crazy growth of life!

There was a trace of unwillingness in Rogelio's voice:

Even if I don't want to admit it anymore, these wild plant beasts may not need intelligence at all. They can truly reshape this world by relying on their violent power and completely immortal body, and bring this world back to the barbaric rule of plants. Down!

So, my best general told me that the Knights of the Dark Blades lost the battle of numbers for the first time?

Tyrion was not too disappointed, he said frankly:

Don't worry, when the forest grows to its most luxuriant, there will always be a big fire falling from the sky. This is the law of nature, from birth to death. This is also our advantage, Rogge...I am here this time to inform you, This war should end.

Unfortunately, I also want to see us capture Falanon as soon as possible and find the source of life in Draenor, but now we have more troublesome things to deal with. The spies of the demons have been in the past half a month. Pretty much all over Draenor.

The death knight lord moved his fingers and said dissatisfiedly:

They are running around under the eyes of their masters like mice. They think I can't find them. They are walking on my land. Obviously, the demons are laughing at us, and they are planning a world-class event. The invasion is going to give me a slap in the face, so you and your legion have to go back to the frontal battlefield.

What about here?

A substantial flame jumped out of Rogelio's gray eyes: Are you going to let me leave here with shame and failure? You want me to accept the ridicule from those mindless plants and leave in despair?

I reject!

The stubbornness of the Necromancer was undoubtedly revealed at this moment. Rogge's toughness made Tyrion stunned for a moment. Then, he stretched out his hand and put his arms around Rogge's neck, as he did when the two were alive. He whispered: :

Stop messing around! We're still fighting after we're dead, not to accept a damned defeat...Listen to me, when the arakkoa of the Spiers of Arak were clearing the Skyreach Peak recently, they found a good thing, Lei Shee is getting her scrolls to unearth that thing as fast as they can, and as long as we reassemble it, trust me, those damn plants won't be a problem at all!

You have to know that many, many years ago, these rampant plants tried to unify the world, but they failed on the land of the Arakkoa Kingdom...

The tone of the Great Lord Dark Blade became cold:

I will let you go to the Spiers of Arak to be responsible for reorganizing it. After the weapon is reorganized, the Farland Plains will be its first target. Believe me, Rogge, I want to get the weapon buried here more than you do. Secret! And all you need to do is to be patient and wait... Do you understand?

Tyrion took a step back, stretched out his finger, and tapped Rogelio's chest:

Wait quietly for the result! By the way, help me kill a few more demons...

Since we have taken root in this world, no one can drive us out of here! Even the devil!

He clenched his fist, raised it, and placed it in front of Roger, emphasizing his tone:

As long as they dare to reach out, we will...

Rogelio also clenched his fists and touched Tyrion's fists. Frost splashed, and the two said in unison:

Chop off their claws!