Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 378 27. Crazy Zanzil --- Adding more to Petunia's little brother [110]

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In the warm Ironforge, Rogelio, the interim governor of Khaz Modan, punched the table in front of him. He raised his head and looked at the high-level orc death knight in front of him with a gloomy expression. A question was squeezed between the teeth.

You told me they ran away?

You tell me, being trapped by us in Coldridge Valley is like throwing hundreds of thousands of dwarves into a trap and disappearing?

That's hundreds of thousands of people! That's not hundreds of thousands of mice! How could they disappear without a trace overnight?

The high-ranking knight who was questioned was a little nervous. In fact, this simple orc death knight felt that what he said was like a lunatic, but he had to say that facing the angry Rogelio, he used dry the voice said:

Lord, we assigned 30 high-ranking knights to monitor those dwarves at the sentry post in Coldridge Valley non-stop. Just yesterday afternoon, they gathered strangely in the Fortress of Anvilmar, and those dwarves walked in a line. into the fort, but they didn't come out...it wasn't until midnight that we sensed something was wrong and ventured into the Fort of Anvilmar to check...

But there is no one there anymore. Although it sounds crazy, they really disappeared out of thin air. The other knights can testify that this is not our negligence. The dwarves must have used some means we don't know...

Have you checked the ground!

The wrath of the undead came and went quickly. Soon, Rogelio calmed down. He sat back on the chair, stroked his chin, and closed his eyes to think. High-ranking death knights have their own wisdom. , On such a big matter, they will not choose to hide it.

Facing Rogelio's inquiry, the high-ranking knight nodded:

Yes, lord, we searched every inch of the ground in Anvilmar Fortress, but we didn't find the existence of secret passages, but...in the deepest basement of the fortress, there is energy that we have never seen before. Remnant, the dark warlock accompanying the army guessed that the dwarves should have performed a ceremony similar to opening the portal there, but the magic power there is normal... This is also what puzzled us.

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Just as the high-ranking knight finished speaking, the door of the governor's office was pushed open, and a crow in black leather armor walked into the office and shook his hand at the high-ranking knight, who left immediately obediently.

Found them.

The crow threw a vague magic imprint on Rogelio's table. The wall could be seen in the direction of a strait, and there were many black spots on it.

The coastline to the northwest of Khaz Modan is a place that cannot be reached by normal means, but those dwarves are there now, and the Kul Tiras Third Fleet cruising in the wetland sea has turned, heading towards Go to that coast... So if you don't plan to mobilize all your forces to stop the Kul Tirans at sea, then we won't be able to keep these dwarves.

The legendary arakkoa assassin scratched the beautiful black feathers on his head with his claws, and asked with some doubts:

Have you figured out the reason? How did these dwarves cross nearly a thousand kilometers overnight and appear on the coastline?

They used some kind of weird magic.

Rogelio threw the vague magic imprint on the table, raised his legs, put it on the edge of the table, leaned back on the chair, rubbed his forehead, closed his eyes and said:

A kind of magic that we have never encountered before, large-scale teleportation, hundreds of thousands of people, unimaginable... If this mode can be used frequently, it will be a terrible threat to us. I plan to invite The Grand Lich went to the Fort Anvilmar in the Coldridge Valley to investigate on the spot, and I hope he can give us an answer that will make us feel at ease.

As for the dwarves... let them be.

Rogelio grabbed a document on the table, opened it and looked at it:

The law and order situation in Khaz Modan is not optimistic. I don't want more than a hundred thousand thorns. Speaking of which, have you seen Tyrion? From yesterday afternoon to now, he seems to have disappeared...

The crow shrugged, a hint of curiosity flashed in those black eyes:

Your Majesty set off at midnight yesterday and went to Stranglethorn Vale. He said that he was going to fulfill an important promise, and that I would also leave Ironforge, go to Arathi Highlands, and contact our Ms. Nasa. ..I heard that she has gotten along well there recently, anyway, it's a pleasure working with you, Rogge.

me too.

The governor of Khaz Modan stood up, straightened his clothes, and stretched out his hand towards the crow:

I wish you the best of luck, friend, and see you on the next battlefield!

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Hmm...it's not the same as the last time I was here.

In the jungle of Stranglethorn Vale, Tyrion, who was riding a skeleton horse, frowned, looked at the extremely lush black vines growing on both sides of the road, and looked at the curved horns on the vines, he could probably guess, What are these weird plants used for nourishment.

Yes, the plants here seem to be more... aggressive than before.

Mistress Blood, who was walking side by side with Tyrion on the tree-lined path, also frowned, looking at the more prosperous dense forest around her. As a top ranger, she could feel those eyes hidden in the darkness of the dense forest, that kind of Full of aggressive gazes, some belonged to beasts, but others came from disturbing plants.

In Blightcaller-controlled forests, it's not just beasts that are at risk.

“I hate this place!”

The blood mage Autumn pushed the monocle on his face, and casually threw a ball of corrosive blood arrows, corroding the ugly and ferocious juvenile piranha hiding in the nearby grass, watching The twisted creature turned into a lump of disgusting flesh in the struggle. He turned around and said to the blood mage Seven beside him:

The plants here have been seriously activated. Their intelligence is low, but they are full of aggression and strength that do not match their intelligence. Any rational creature should not enter here. However, this place is a place for alchemists. It is a real treasure of geomantic omen, I want to transfer my laboratory here, and the activated plants collected here will definitely be able to formulate medicines with amazing effects.

Then you first have to establish a good relationship with the master here.

The blood mage Sai Wen, who is more and more like a vampire in the legend, waved his delicate sleeves, and a long sword made of blood appeared in his palm. The blood mage said in a low voice:

Warning! Everyone, something is coming!

bang bang bang

There was a sound like chickens flying and dogs jumping in the dense forest. Accompanied by the violent shaking of the trees, it looked like something dangerous was approaching. The two blood mages were ready to fight, but after a while, a familiar sound The screams sounded in the forest.

Aha! Got you! Don't run!

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A few seconds later, a group of black vampire bats flew out from the quiet forest, and returned to the group of people in the blink of an eye. Along with the screams of the little black bats, a dwarf vampire in a hood appeared, and She was disheveled as if she had just finished a fight with a gorilla, and she was still holding a struggling red vine in her hand. The vine was full of sharp barbs, which looked like a ferocious long Like a whip.

Your Majesty, mistress, we have found the base camp of those elves.

Ella bowed to the two great men, and said in a dwarf shrill voice:

The druids of the Blightcaller are also there, and Myra is negotiating with them. It is said that their leader, a guy named Harvest Wizard, went to fight those savage trolls, so we may have to wait for a while.

Well, lead the way.

Tyrion just nodded, while Aurelia beside her looked curiously at the bright red vine in Ella's hand, and she asked curiously:

Little dwarf, what are you holding in your hand?

Hearing this question, Ella, who was trying to wrap the disobedient dark red vines around her waist, raised her head and showed a sweet smile to the blood mistress:

This is my spoil, I found it in the gardens the elves tended, and you see, it is tough and rare, like a perfect whip, in our dwarf legends about vampires, those vampires Each has its own whip, which is cool!

Oh? It does sound good.

The Blood Mistress hooked her fingers towards Ella:

Come on, give it to me and let me see.

Ayla flicked her wrist, trying to tame the dark red vine in her hand, but this strange plant with its own life was against her, frantically trying to pierce her skin with a spike until it fell into Aurelia's hands Here, the Blood Mistress violently poured her power into the rebellious vines. After a while, the vines that were used to the juice became shriveled, but they also became obedient.

swish

With a wave of Alleria's hand, the whistling shadow curled up on the branches of the roadside like a long snake. When the Blood Mistress flipped her wrist, a parrot that had been drained of blood fell to Ella's feet.

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The blood-red vines rolled together obediently, and were put in the horse's pocket by Alleria. She looked at Ella and nodded in satisfaction:

It's a nice whip, I like it, and it's mine.

No!

The dwarf vampire let out an annoyed scream, clutching her little head and complaining:

I've waited a long time to steal it from the Lynn's garden! You can't just take it away!

Well, little Ella.

Alleria smiled and said to the dwarf vampire:

If you can steal the first one, you can definitely steal the second one. Well, in exchange, when you have your own whip, I will teach you how to use it. You know, this weapon does not require professional training. It's hard to use well, now...don't complain, kid, and take us to the woodland's camp.

So amidst the screams of the dwarves and the laughter of the others, the group set off again...well, it didn't take long. After just a few minutes, they walked around the strange trees like a maze, in a quiet place In the valley, Tyrion saw the tree fortresses carefully built by the elves.

If you don't mind the fierce and cruel revenge of the forest spirits on the guys who destroy nature, this three-story fortress made of trees is definitely the most beautiful building you can imagine, just like the fairy tales in which the elves live. Like a home, flowers and plants bloom among the trees, and among the vines connected by the three-story fortress, the agile elves jump between the fortresses.

And behind the fortress, there is the big garden that Ella said... It is really a very huge garden, it is like a living plant encyclopedia, the alchemist Autumn was attracted by the garden almost immediately, The place full of all kinds of rare plants is like a paradise to him.

And graceful vines hang around the fortress like curtains, and there are even wind chimes made of plants. In this fortress, Tyrion also saw some night elves wearing wooden armor or vine robes. Patriarch Myana's mission in Mount Hyjal went well, and she already had her first followers among her compatriots.

It's beautiful here, I like it very much.

Alleria stroked the exquisite wooden carvings in front of her eyes, and whispered to Tyrion:

Maybe after a while, I should take the kids here for a long vacation.

But Tyrion's attention was attracted by something else, which were forest elves riding on huge thorn beasts and patrolling. It seemed that these plant life already had their own professional soldiers, and judging from their temperament, Obviously a real warrior who has seen blood.

That's a good idea, because it's safe here...

The Dark Blade King smiled, and he followed his wife around the fortress, but soon Tyrion discovered some strange things, for example, there were some trolls living in the lowest level of the fortress. ..These creatures, which were supposed to be hostile to the forest elves, now look like those night elf druids, sincerely taking care of the plants around them.

incredible.

Tyrion moved his wrists and looked at the working trolls: How did they persuade these stubborn cannibals? Look at them, they look no different from those elf druids.

My friend, don't make such a fuss, they have seeds implanted in their bodies...the forest spirits treated them cruelly, but... they deserve it!

A strange and hoarse voice sounded not far behind Tyrion and his wife. Alleria immediately put her hand on the dagger at her waist, but was stopped by Tyrion. There, is a weird troll.

The expression on his face is not as peaceful as other trolls. On the contrary, it is full of sorrow and cunning. Although the dim eyes are chaotic, there is a distorted longing in them. He is wearing dirty clothes. The robe, to say that it was a robe, was exalting it, it was more like a rag hanging from a thin body with bony ribs, and at the waist of this troll hung a row of bottles of various colors, filled with A weird liquid.

Oh, oh, wait, Zangil is really confused when he sees that his friends can't dress so casually.

When the troll saw Tyrion looking at him, he became a little anxious and a little shy. He tried to hide his bad appearance, but this panic made him look very funny. In the end, when he realized that his image was bad After that, the weird troll turned around dejectedly.

Ah, the new friend hates Zanzil, just like before, Zanzil has no friends anymore.

Hey, wait a minute.

Just as the weird troll was about to leave, Tyrion stopped him, and beside Tyrion, Aurelia grabbed Tyrion's arm, and she could feel that the troll in front of her was very weird , not quite like a normal person, moreover, a little dangerous.

But Tyrion showed a reassuring smile to Aurelia, and then stepped forward, with a calm smile, reaching out to the troll:

Zangil the Exile, do you want to be my friend?