Casting spells

"Ms. Dashiqi, do we really want to serve this black dragon like those lowly murlocs?" A male Naga holding an anchor and constantly digging up dirt and gravel asked cautiously.

The female Naga, known as Ms. Dashiqi, sighed helplessly and responded: "Do we have any other choice? The weak obey the strong, this is the law that the whole world must obey. We can't resist, so naturally we will You have to work hard.”

"Damn! I hate being a slave!" The male Naga spat viciously, followed by digging desperately in a venting style, as if to release the suppressed anger in his heart.

"No! We are not slaves, at least not compared to those stupid murlocs." As he spoke, Dashiqi turned around and glanced at the murlocs who were being whipped by the orc warlock supervisor with a whip.

It has to be said that these robbers with low intelligence and full of thoughts of getting something for nothing are currently living a life that is worse than death.

Yes!

Zhang Cheng has long been so heartbroken that he doesn't care about the life and death of human beings at all, so why would he care about a mere tribe of murlocs.

These poor guys not only have to work around the clock, but also can only eat one meal a day, and the food is a mixture of shells, crabs, and exhausted murlocs that can be seen everywhere on the coast.

Normally speaking, in such a situation of cannibalism, other intelligent races would probably have set off riots, or secretly escaped.

But what about the murlocs?

They didn't have the slightest opinion on this at all, and they even ate very deliciously, and they didn't see the sorrow of rabbits and foxes caused by "cannibalism".

The male Naga seemed to think of the "chaotic stew" cooked with large shells, and immediately felt a churn in his stomach, and rolled his eyes while resisting nausea: "Please, lady! Don't mention those nasty fish in front of me. Humans, they simply don't deserve to be called intelligent creatures."

"But don't forget, in the eyes of that dragon, we are actually no different from murlocs. It's just that we are more useful, so we get relatively better treatment. If our performance does not satisfy him, you Do you think our end will be different from that of the murlocs?" Da Siqi had a serious expression on his face. "No! There won't be any difference. He's a tyrant, a real tyrant, so in order not to die too badly, it's best to keep your mouth shut and work hard."

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I apologize for my recklessness. I swear, from now on, you will never hear a single complaint from my mouth." After that, the male Naga waved the anchor desperately Digging.

Seeing this scene, Da Siqi nodded in satisfaction, and quickly twisted her body to leave the entrance of the tomb of Sargeras, came to the dragon with closed eyes and rested, and bowed slightly: "Great black dragon! I According to your request, the entrance to the seal has been cleaned up, and in four days at most, the way to the lower level will be completely cleared up."

"Oh? The progress seems to be faster than expected!" Zhang Cheng suddenly opened his eyelids, revealing a hint of surprise in his pupils.

After all, the Tomb of Sargeras is not a dungeon that can be entered casually in the game, but a dangerous place with countless powerful seals.

Especially the last time Illidan led his men to take away the Eye of Sargeras, which directly caused a large number of internal structures to collapse. Right now, many places need to be cleaned before they can enter.

"Yes, my lord. But the number of murloc excavation teams is decreasing sharply. I think we should try to catch more in other places." Da Siqi cautiously made a suggestion.

After Zhang Cheng heard it, he responded without thinking: "Yes! You can handle this matter as you see fit. As long as it doesn't affect the construction period, you can do whatever you want. But one thing, if the time is up, I will find the tomb If you haven’t been connected, then you and your group will disappear from this world forever, understand?”

"Understood! Please rest assured, I will not let you down." After that, the female Naga saluted again, and then slowly backed away, and did not dare to turn around until she was more than 20 meters away.

Talking face-to-face with a terrifying dragon caused so much psychological pressure on her that the scales on her back kept shaking.

"Hmph! I like people who think they're smart!" Zhang Cheng looked at the back of the other party and let out a sneer.

Through the spiritual net spreading throughout the beach, he can easily capture the mental activities of every murloc or naga, and Dashiqi is no exception.

The reason why this guy proposed to capture murlocs as slaves was mainly to protect his tribe.

You must know that excavation work is not only physical labor, but also facing deadly magic traps under the dirt and rubble.

Usually, every 15 to 20 meters forward, a poor murloc will die under various traps.

Such a high casualty rate, let alone a remote place like the Broken Isles, even the densely populated Stormwind City would not be able to bear it.

It can be said that the entire passage is almost paved with murloc corpses.

If one day the murlocs are all dead, then it will be Naga who will be in charge of the trap next.

Just when Zhang Cheng was yawning in boredom, a battleship full of soldiers and sailors slowly left the port of Stormwind City and headed towards the maelstrom.

The captain is an old man who looks about 50 years old, with one hand tightly holding the hilt hanging around his waist, and the other hand holding a pipe, his eyes are piercing, and he looks like an out-and-out navy elite.

But what's interesting is that almost all the warships departing from the port of Stormwind are all destined for Northrend in the north, and only one is heading west.

At this moment, standing beside the captain is a mage wearing the emblem of the Kirin Tor Council.

He has thick brown hair and beard, and holds a constantly rotating crystal staff in his hand. It is the archmage in the Council of Six—Ansrem Luinvivor, who is also Daara Natural Reinventor.

The archmage took a deep breath of the salty and humid air unique to the sea, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Captain, how long do you think it will take us to reach the Broken Isles?"

"Sorry, Your Excellency the Archmage, I'm afraid I can't give you a definite answer, and it's even hard to say whether this ship can sail into the Broken Isles waters intact. You haven't been close to the maelstrom, so I don't know how much it is around. If you are not careful, you will be torn apart by storms, sea monsters and deep sea naga." The old captain smiled wryly and shook his head.

He would never have risked his beloved ship near the Broken Isles if the king had not ordered it himself.

"Relax, if there is any trouble, I will help." Anslem Ruinvivor comforted with a smile, while touching the secret letter hidden in his underwear, his eyes revealed complicated of light.

Chapter 879 The Arrival of the Alliance

boom!

Accompanied by a loud noise, a passage in the tomb that had just been dug collapsed again, blowing up the three unlucky murlocs who were in charge of exploring, seriously injured and buried alive.

"Hey... How many living murlocs do we have?" Da Siqi asked with a helpless sigh.

Since officially entering the complex tomb, the casualties of the excavation team have become more and more serious day by day. At the peak, more than 200 murlocs died in one afternoon, plus more than a dozen Naga supervisors.

In order to make up for the loss, the murlocs in the entire area around the Broken Isles were basically captured and consumed as slaves and cannon fodder. Right now, there are almost no traces of murlocs on the entire coastline.

Not to mention the murlocs, even the sea giants were not spared, and they were all included in the death brigade, almost eliminating all the traps and monsters along the way.

"Ma'am, we only have less than eighty murlocs left." A male Naga warrior next to him gave the answer with a sad face.

There is no way not to frown!

You must know that when the other cannon fodder is dead, it will be Naga's turn to take the rest.

He had seen with his own eyes how the terrifying black dragon slaughtered the sea giants who refused to work, so he had no hope for the so-called "benevolence".

Because anyone who is not a fool can clearly feel that kind of complete contempt for life.

"Eighty? Damn it! We still have to dig a few hundred meters forward at least. Eighty is not enough." Da Siqi cursed in a low voice, gnashing her teeth, while desperately thinking about what other creatures on the Broken Isles could be captured. Bag.

Unfortunately, the Broken Isles are only so big, and most of them are marine and terrestrial organisms, and there are even fewer who are capable of digging this kind of work.

Especially the poor murlocs of the Shattered Fin tribe, who have basically been exterminated. It is estimated that they will be completely dead before the project is completed.

Just when the two Naga executives didn't know how to avoid their own casualties, Zhang Cheng, lying on the broken beach with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the place where the sea and the sky meet in the distance.

I saw that the originally blue sky had gathered a large black cloud at some point, and dazzling lightning bolts continued to wreak havoc on the sea like silver snakes.

There is no doubt that this is definitely not a natural phenomenon, or the energy ejected from the maelstrom, but someone is casting magic, a powerful killing spell with a super wide range.

But this raging thunder and lightning storm came and went quickly.

In less than 5 minutes, the dark clouds in the sky began to slowly dissipate, revealing a warship with a strange shape.

The reason why it is weird is that it is not like the ordinary sailing warships of Azeroth, which erect tall masts and use the wind as power.