Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 261 24. The Horror Legend of Stranglethorn Valley --- Adding more [430] to the silver lord crow 1131

The wind of magic power has no sound. It blows and looks directly at ordinary people, who can’t even detect it. It’s like the wind blowing across a calm sea. It’s just like a gentle hand, brushing every coast, embracing all who can feel it, people who can use it.

But the premise is the calm magic power, once it becomes manic...it will be like a raging wave that swallows countless ships and lives.

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The tyrannical magic storm roared and swept across every corner of the Dalaran teleportation hall. In the reflection of the spar lamp, every ray of light was refracted into colorful and gorgeous light, just like the most beautiful flower blooming in the polar regions of the world. Aurora, and it's showing up where it shouldn't be.

boom

The portal that was forcibly torn open carried a pale light, mixed with ominous and dark power. In the confrontation of huge magic power, the archmage Modera was smashed out of the portal in a distressed posture. In the eyes of the panicked garrison mages, one of the six most powerful people in Dalaran just like a flying warhammer hit the wall carved with magic lines.

Go! Get out of here!

Modera, with disheveled hair, raised her head, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, turned her head to look at the terrified mages stationed, and shouted loudly:

The enemy is coming!

As soon as her words fell, Archmage Anslem was smashed against the wall in the same posture amidst a loud noise, the white portal in front of everyone was torn even bigger, and the president The unrestrained archmage was also covered in blood at this time, and he no longer had the smell of game dust. He coughed blood and stood up holding his staff.

Unstoppable... Modera, join me, turn it off!

You are crazy! Antonidas and Kael'thas are still over there!

Lady Modera screamed:

They're still holding on, that monster...it...

We can't stop him!

Ansrem turned his head and roared at Modera:

Don't you understand? We can't stop him! The monster tore open the portal leading here with one hand. He used the space beacon we left before. Do you know what it means? ?”

It's a trap!

The archmage, who always showed that he didn't care about anything, dragged his heavy body, step by step, and walked forward with difficulty against the magic storm. Amidst the shining lights of seven colors, Ansrem's blood-stained hair was blown up. He left bloody footprints one after another behind him. His complexion was gloomy, not only because of the fatal magic power hitting his body, but also because of the struggle and pain in his heart.

It's a trap... It's waiting for us there, it's not targeting us, Dalaran... It's coming to Dalaran, don't you understand? It can't get through the violet barrier, it's We can only use this stupid method of waiting for a rabbit.

Standing in front of the pale portal where the chaotic magic storm gathered, the dazzling, scorching light scorched his body and his wounds. He turned his head and looked at Modera with despair in his eyes:

We must close this door, once that monster of steel and flesh enters Dalaran...it will be over!

boom

The violent magic power erupted again at this moment, this time the magic power was more violent, like a shock wave rushing from the center of the circle to all directions, and the moment it swept across the teleportation hall, the magic power turned into pure coldness and darkness , Even obscured the light of thousands of spar lamps.

The garrison mages were finally awakened from this terrifying energy explosion. They rushed forward in a hurry, arranged a defensive barrier, and dragged the archmage Ansrem who was hit by the energy shock head-on. The mage's condition is terrible, he has fallen into a coma, a near-death coma.

hum

The dim energy dissipated little by little. At the moment when the spar lamp illuminated the hall again, Modera, who was holding the staff tightly, raised her head and saw her companion, Antonidas, who rushed back from the other side of the portal. His beard fluttered, and beside him, Prince Kael'thas, who was holding a blazing flame sword, had a deep expression on his face. The ice-cold frost and scorching flames hovered beside the two archmages, like a wall , Standing in front of the crowd and the city behind.

And in front of them, in front of the pale space rift that was torn open, the Arch Lich Khadgar stood there. In this fierce battle of magic power, one-third of the entire Grim Batol dungeon was destroyed. But the Grand Lich seemed to be unharmed, and he still maintained his previous appearance. He looked at the messy hall in front of him with nostalgic eyes.

dole

The guardian's staff wrapped with dark red mana threads touched the floor of the hall, and Khadgar whispered:

I stand on your ground...again.

What the hell are you trying to do? Khadgar!

Archmage Antonidas waved his staff. As an archmage with profound research on teleportation and frost in the human magic world, he stared at Khadgar in front of him. Archmage Delandon, he asked in a deep voice:

Do you want to go to war with all of Dalaran? Here? At this time?

No!

Khadgar flicked his fingers, and Delandon, who was dying, was grabbed from the ground by invisible magic hands. The archlich stared at the three archmages who were still fighting with silver eyes, and said softly:

As I said, except for Delandon's imminent death, I'm here just to say hello to you.

After finishing speaking, the archlich turned around, just like when he came, and stepped into the pale portal behind him. Behind him, the body of Archmage Delandon was also dragged into it. Card A strange voice resounded in the teleportation hall behind him:

The wheel of the world has started to turn again, the era of life is about to end, and the dark and turbulent era is about to begin. All of this, everything, including you and me, no one can escape it...

Khadgar!

Prince Kael'thas took a step forward, his eyes fixed on the back of the archlich who was about to disappear, and he shouted loudly:

Where's Tyrion? I need to talk to him!

Unfortunately, he is not here. While you are wasting your precious time, my new friend is already dealing with the real enemy... Kael'thas, wait for that moment to come, there is no need to waste time Go find him...

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The pale portal suddenly began to rotate at this moment, amidst the splashing fire, the gathered white halo slowly faded like petals, whirling in this dark hall, just like the disappearance of its villainous master, just like it Never before, such a suffocating scene seemed more like a silhouette of a disaster.

But Khadgar's last voice still came to Kael'thas clearly and deeply:

Sooner or later, he will come to you.

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Stranglethorn Valley, one of the few lands in the southernmost border of the mainland, is covered with primitive jungles, which can be called abundant water sources, inexhaustible prey, and a few fertile lands that can be cultivated.

Civilization once took root and sprouted here, and grew to a level of brilliance, but now, it is ignorance and barbarism that rule here.

The savage Gurubashi trolls rule here. It is a branch of the ancient Zandalari troll empire. A few years ago, the trolls had no natural enemies in this jungle. This is their paradise. According to those who came from According to the lucky explorers and treasure hunters who returned from Stranglethorn Valley, in the depths of the mountains shrouded in dense forests, there is an ancient city full of gems and gold hidden.

The ancient city of Zul'Gurub, sacred to the Gurubashi trolls, where they still live today.

But now, after the blood ring orcs settled in Stranglethorn Vale, some small changes have taken place in the ecology of civilization here. Because of the change of the timeline, the blood ring chief Kilrogg, who escaped death, brought his violent And the warriors who were also proficient in jungle combat took three years and paid a huge price to take one-third of Stranglethorn Valley from the hands of the barbaric troll headhunters.

The moment the orc fields and farms appeared in the dense forest, it represented the survivors from another world. Those orcs who were once dominated by madness began to be accepted by this benevolent new world, especially after they survived the demons. After the difficult time of blood sequelae, the fire of orc civilization will take root in this new world sooner or later.

Of course, what I'm going to talk about today has nothing to do with these orcs who are struggling. In other words, it doesn't have anything to do with it yet.

Southern Stranglethorn Valley, Booty Bay, the only large port in this wild mountain range, is controlled by the goblin consortium, and it is the most prosperous commercial city in the southern part of the entire eastern continent, bar none.

The goblin trading prince Rivegaz who manages this place is also called big rich man. He is a typical goblin businessman, cunning, vicious, greedy and rational, and has a unique vision. He is a difficult person. It is said that He funded the establishment of the Blackwater Pirates that ran rampant in the South China Sea, but Revigaz himself has always denied this claim.

Standing on the highest point of Booty Bay every day, overlooking your own city, watching those busy merchant ships coming in and out of the harbor bring you endless wealth, this is one of the things that the rich man likes to do most, and he has even cultivated Once he got used to it, no matter what troubles he had, as long as he stood there, he would feel simple but fulfilling happiness.

But except today...

They're here!

A tall, even stronger than the tallest draenei, a guy with a build comparable to an elite demon appeared behind Rivegazi. He had dark and strong skin, and he was wearing a pirate's blouse, with a belt around his waist. A two-handed epee. For humans, it needs a pair of strong hands to hold it, but for this guy, it's just a one-handed sword.

The most striking thing is this guy's head, which is a cow's head, lifelike, exactly the same cow's head, with horns, nose rings, two strands of black, whip-braided hair on the shoulders, On his cow's head, there was a certain black pirate captain's hat, dotted with white feathers, which should be gorgeous, but it was now dirty with oil and blood.

This is a tauren that is rare in the Eastern Continent, and even more peculiar, this is a tauren pirate! And he looks like a pirate captain.

But at this time, this dangerous behemoth stood respectfully behind the goblin rich man who was only as tall as his calf, and whispered:

Boss, my captain, Punch, a great lad, found them overseas, I'm not sure if they're headed for the bay, but judging by the route they're sailing, we need to be prepared for marauding .”

Looting?

Wearing black trousers, a white shirt, and wearing 5 gold rings and 3 jewel rings on his fingers, the rich man screamed in a goblin-like voice:

Kara Cape!

Yes! Boss!

The strong black tauren straightened up suddenly, and then he heard the goblin's voice become dangerous:

I pay you 4,000 gold coins every month, is it to let you tell me when I need you, we must be ready to response to looting? Looting? Looting! Maggots! Disgusting! Spicy chicken!

The goblin rich man waved his fists, his cunning eyes were full of viciousness:

I'm not afraid to spend money, but even if I throw money into the water, I can hear a sound! If you want to continue to live your leisurely life in Booty Bay, Kara, take your people and kill those maggots Get out of my city!

Booty Bay is mine! Every penny in this city is mine! No one can take it!

The goblin looked at the tall tauren, and he yelled:

Understand?

Well.

When the irritable goblin finished venting his anger, the seemingly honest but cunning tauren pirate touched his head, and said in a low voice:

We signed an agreement, but Revigaz, I can resist even the navy of Kul Tiras for you, and I am not afraid of even Dailin's Sea King, but only this time... In our agreement, it didn't say that I would help you deal with a group of undead, deal with a group of vampires... You see, I just follow the rules.

Damn vampires! That's just a trick to fool fools!

The goblin rich man took a step back in fear, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to give in:

I don't believe there are any vampires in this world! That's a lie!

hum

As soon as Revigaz finished speaking, a dark red slender figure appeared beside him. The tauren pirate drew out his long sword with a swish, but was held against his neck by three sharp knife wheels from behind.

Hold on, calf, your horns are beautiful and I guess you don't want to lose them, do you?

Hey, relax, guys.

Kara Cape is an old sea dog. He knows when to give up. He raised his hands obediently, but Nasa didn't even look at him. She bent down and stared at the rich goblin with blood-red eyes:

As for you... the rich man, you should believe any legends about vampires, but our real name is not... vampires...