Casting spells

"Sorry, I don't know the specifics. I only know that the mysterious man seems to be a mage. He is accompanied by three young people who were born in the Elwynn Forest Farm, and teaches them some knowledge and fighting skills every day. And he It seems that I have mastered a method of quickly building a ship, and the keel of a large ship has been built in about two weeks." The spy poured out all the information he had observed and inquired these days in a very fast speed.

"Mage? Does he wear anything that shows his identity? For example, the ring of the Kirin Tor Council!" Mathias Shaw asked, stroking the beard on his chin.

The agent hesitated for a few seconds, then immediately shook his head: "No! Nothing! He doesn't have any signatures! He doesn't even hold a staff like most mages do. But I can guarantee that he is very dangerous, I As long as he gets a little closer, even if he stays in a stealth state, he will be alerted immediately."

"Interesting! A powerful mage is enslaving murlocs and jackals to build ships on the coast of the western wilderness? What exactly does he want to do?" Mathias Shaw crossed his legs, with a pensive expression on his face.

You must know that Westfall is a very sensitive place. On the one hand, because Edwin Van Cleef led the Defias Brotherhood to separatist regime a few years ago, the Stormwind City Council was a headache. There are still many Brotherhoods left there. The remnants of the evil, jump out from time to time to create a little panic and destruction.

On the other hand, Westfall is too close to Stormwind City, especially after the port area is built, it only takes a few hours to launch a surprise attack from the sea.

So hearing someone secretly building a ship in the wild west will inevitably lead to some bad associations.

"Master, do you need to send some people to tie this guy back and interrogate him slowly?" the spy cautiously suggested.

Mathias Shaw waved his hand with a smile: "No, it's too reckless to do that, and it may not be successful. Do you know what it means to be able to use magic to permanently charm a large number of murlocs and gnolls? ?”

"Eh...means he's a powerful mage?" The spy blinked uncertainly.

"Strength is for sure, but it is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that he has the ability to recruit an army of monsters anytime and anywhere. There is no doubt that this is a threat, at least a potential threat, and we must handle it properly. First send two people to watch from a distance for 24 hours, and report immediately if there is any change. Remember, don’t do unnecessary actions, let alone provoke him.” After careful consideration, Mathias Shaw quickly began to issue orders.

As an experienced master assassin, he is most commendable for his patience, unparalleled patience.

……

At the same time, on the planet Argus far away in the universe, the souls of Chromie and Illidan Stormrage quietly returned to the Burning Throne.

Just as they were about to enter the room where the sleeping Titan was held, they suddenly heard a furious roar coming from inside.

"Bastard! Bastard! Where's the damn guy? Can someone explain to me?"

No need to ask, the owner of this voice is none other than Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, one of the most trusted right-hand men of the Dark Titan Sargeras, the adjutant of the Supreme Commander of the Burning Legion.

"I'm very sorry, the great fraudster, we don't know where he went. I checked the records, and I didn't detect the energy to activate the magic transmission." Another demon explained in a very helpless tone.

"Shut up! I don't want to listen to excuses! I give you three days to find him, or I promise you will regret that you were born in this world." Kil'jaeden threatened viciously.

"I... I'll try my best..." The demon obviously didn't have much confidence, he just said something casually, then walked out of the room, and disappeared at the end of the corridor as if fleeing for his life.

Chromie seemed to realize something when he heard this, he waved to Illidan Stormrage's soul, and then got into an inconspicuous corner.

After confirming that there were no demons approaching, she lowered her voice and complained in despair: "He left! He left me and ran away alone! We are finished! It's all you! You have to drag me around Round and round. Okay now? We're all stuck here."

"You mean..." Boss Dan frowned subconsciously, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Yes! That guy [-] % played Kilgadidine, and then ran away by himself. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Is it?" Chromie started to pull her hair frantically, her eyes were full of despair.

There is no way not to despair!

Especially for a bronze dragon like her, once it falls into the hands of the legion, it will not only be as simple as death, but it may be polluted by evil energy and become what he hates the most.

In contrast, Illidan Stormrage, who was in the soul state, seemed extremely calm. He stood still and thought for a while, and then asked again: "You said before that he is studying how to transform himself into a Titan, right?"

"That's right!" Chromie nodded without thinking.

"So he must have got what he wanted, so he chose to leave without hesitation." After a little analysis, Illidan came to his own conclusion.

As a former close ally, he undoubtedly knew very well that the young human was actually a real lunatic, no matter in terms of thought or soul.

What's even more frightening is that this lunatic still has the ability to put it into practice.

"What?! You mean...he...he turned himself into a Titan?" Chromie opened his mouth wide in surprise, and couldn't close it for a long time.

"Why, do you find it strange? Don't forget, according to what you said, he has successfully integrated himself with Sargeras' remains, so it is not impossible to go further."

Chapter 899 The Last Chance

Time flies, and a month passed quickly.

On the coastline of the wild west, a huge wooden sailboat has been built, with white canvas hanging on the towering three masts, countless murlocs, gnolls, and a small number of human sailors are busy busy, or necessary for loading and unloading the ocean. Food, fresh water, wine, or check the underside of the hull for signs of water seepage.

As for Adam, he was standing on the deck looking out into the distance, patiently waiting for the tide to rise.

Only when the tide completely submerged the beach, could the ship named Dawn leave the land and sail into the sea.

Just as he kept measuring the depth of the sea with his eyes, the entire hull suddenly shook violently, and then he heard an old man with a beard shouting loudly: "Quick! Raise the sails! Everyone! Get ahead on deck!"

"Ah!!!! Holy Light! We are finally going to sea!" Mia screamed excitedly while clutching the railing on the edge of the deck.

After more than a month of training, she has learned a series of shooting skills that contain magical energy, including arcane shooting, multi-shot, wind arrow, etc. She looks full of confidence, not at all like the shy and timid countryman before. girl.

"Hahahaha! The sea! Here we come! God! I can't even dream of believing that one day I will be able to embark on a grand adventure." Igor, the oldest of the three, grinned.

This young man is currently wearing a piece of scale armor, carrying a two-handed sword behind his back, his two arms are thick and strong, and his eyes reveal the unique determination of a warrior.

As for George, the last one who learned magic, he had already changed into a dark blue robe, and asked his teacher with a smile, "Sir, are we leaving now?"

"Yes! The tide has not passed the ship's side. As long as the wind is strong enough, we will be able to move the ship soon." Adam nodded slightly.

Squeak!

With the white sails full of wind, the mast finally made a sound of being overwhelmed. At the same time, the hull began to move slowly. Coupled with the high tide, the boat left the beach and floated on the sea in less than 10 minutes. , quickly left the coastline and headed towards the deep sea.

Seeing that he had escaped from the dangerous waters that could be full of hidden reefs, the old man who first shouted came to Adam and asked in a respectful tone: "My lord, where are we going at the first stop?"

"Of course the Broken Isles. I heard that there is the most incredible energy storm in Azeroth, and I want to experience it for myself." Adam pretended to be obsessed, and made up an excuse at random.

As a special life form evolved from artificial intelligence, he has long recognized that the old man in front of him, who claims to be a pirate, is actually a secret agent sent by SI[-] in Stormwind City to monitor him.

However, in order to conceal the real purpose, he was not in a hurry to dismantle the other party, nor did he intend to throw him into the sea to feed the fish. Instead, he made the best use of everything and appointed the other party as the first mate on the ship, responsible for managing the crew and daily affairs.

After all, as long as they do something that threatens the alliance, not only will the spy not turn his face, but he will always perform well to protect the entire plan.

"Damaged Islands?" The old man's eyes flashed a strange color, he quickly bent down and bowed, then turned around and loudly gave orders to the sailors to adjust the course.

No one noticed that when he passed the right side of the ship, he quietly threw a wine bottle with a note into the sea.

As the boat faded away, a guy with a scuba jumper popped out of the sea, grabbed a bottle, and swam towards the shoreline.

You don't need to ask, you know that the destination of the Dawn must be written on the note in this bottle.

It took about three hours before the message in a bottle was handed over to Mathias Shaw.

The master assassin just glanced at it, and immediately frowned and muttered to himself: "The Broken Isles? If I remember correctly, some time ago, the tribe sent an envoy to inform the king that they found it on the mainland of Kalimdor. A huge black dragon, it is flying in the direction of the Broken Isles, right?"

"Yes, boss. To this end, the tribe has also sent Vol'jin, the leader of the Darkspear tribe, and we have also sent an investigation team led by the Kirin Tor Council Archmage Ansrem Ruinwevor Team." A slender, young and beautiful female assassin next to her winked and quickly gave an affirmative answer.

Unfortunately, Mathias Shaw was not very interested in women, so he casually threw the note into the brazier, crossed his hands and rested his chin in deep thought.