Azeroth Hoag Biography

"Where is here?" Drek'Thar was lying on the ground. He groped on the hard rocky ground and tried to stand up, but the aftereffects of the forced teleportation still made him feel dizzy, so the blind old man The shaman, after several attempts, ended up lying on the ground.

"This is Marathon, are you Drek'tar of the Frostwolf clan?" A deep voice sounded in Drek'tar's ears, accompanied by a slight vibration on the ground, a huge shadow appeared on Drek's head. In front of Ketar.

"Who are you?" Although Drek'Thar's eyes were blind, his mind was extremely clear. He was very sure that the black figure standing in front of him at this time was the person behind the powerful elf mage. Master, because in Drek'Thar's perception, this huge black shadow is like an endless abyss. Just standing there makes the old shaman feel a suffocating illusion that he is about to be swallowed up. .

"You don't need to know who I am, because there is no need." The huge black figure standing in front of Drek'Thar was naturally Hogg, and the ancient god in the shape of a giant jackal answered Drake. Tal stretched out a soul tentacle and quickly and roughly pulled the old shaman's soul out of his body.

"What a strong soul! Unlike your weak body, the strength of the soul only depends on the will. Your will is strong enough." Hogg looked at Drektar in the soul form. This old orc's soul was of extremely high quality. It was so high that even Hog ​​was moved.

Hogg decided to change the plan. It was originally intended to decompose the old shaman's soul and add it to the soul of the King's Beheader as a spellcasting component. But now this plan is not suitable for a soul of such quality. It shouldn't be used casually like this. Maybe transforming him into a faceless man would be a good choice.

As soon as he thought of it, Hogg immediately threw aside the half-modified King's Decapitator, then brought some of the modified King's Decapitator, and used the remaining materials to start transforming Drek'Thar's body.

On the other side of the Alterac Mountains, Ned casually threw away the coordinates of Drektal teleporting to Hogg, and then took the coyote Drew who had been eating bread with snowflakes from just now. Yi, they followed the footprints left by Ozan on the snow and entered the orc camp that was already burning.

Ozan had obviously lost his sight. At the entrance of the camp, Ned saw many orcs that were burned by the flames and turned into charcoal. There were a mess of simple weapons scattered on the ground. It was obvious that these orcs were the guards of the camp, at least in their time. while alive.

"Gather all the young orcs to me. I'm still useful. As for the remaining old guys and warriors, kill them all." Thanks to the help of the Coyote Druid, Ned quickly found him in the chaotic camp. He stopped Ozan and ordered.

The middle-aged battle mage was searching the tents one by one, killing the orcs hidden inside, and then setting fire to destroy the evidence. The whole process was very familiar and smooth. He was obviously confused and worried about Ned's obstruction, but he showed no signs of it. Out of dissatisfaction, Ned's previous behavior left a deep shadow in Ozan's heart, so Ozan could only bury all his dissatisfaction deep in his heart and did not dare to show it at all.

Ozan silently changed the spell in his hand. He no longer used the extremely lethal fire spell, but replaced it with the more controllable ice spell. The middle-aged mage was seen nimbly walking among the orcs. Flashing between leaps, he waved Dalaran's standard staff with both hands, hitting the orcs on the head at various wonderful angles, knocking them to the ground one by one. He also shot a few ice arrows from time to time to delay those attacks. The footsteps of an orc trying to escape.

As an elite battle mage in Dalaran, Ozan is proficient in various practical spells, and he is also very good at combat skills with staff weapons. Therefore, even if Ozan's mana is exhausted, he can rely on the staff in his hand to fight at this time. Kill seven people entering and seven people leaving the Frostwolf camp.

"Are you interested in working for me? Although the conditions are not as good as in Dalaran, I can send you to the front line to kill!" Seeing that Ozan was very obedient and knocked down the orcs one by one without harming them. Life, Ned nodded with satisfaction. For Ozan, who was sensible and obedient, Nederton thought he could try to recruit him. Although he planned to kill Ozan and silence him, he had not yet put it into practice. If the recruitment failed, he would try again. It's not too late to kill him.

"I need to think about it carefully. Going to Quel'Thalas is not a small matter. I am not ready to say goodbye to everything I am familiar with." Ozan replied. By saying this, he was actually politely rejecting Ni. Ned's solicitation, but for the sake of his own safety, Ozan did not dare to say anything. After all, he had already seen Ned's moodiness.

"Quel'Thalas? No, no, no, I think you must have made a mistake. I am inviting you on behalf of Elre'Thalas. Of course you said you should think about it carefully. It is indeed necessary, but don't delay. It's too long, understand?" Ned saw through Ozan's thoughts at a glance, and he didn't care. Anyway, if Ozan hadn't made up his mind when it was time to leave, then there was no need to think about it, Ned would decide for him.

"Ere'Thalas? Are you talking about the gnolls? But I seem to have heard that they are recruiting magic teachers?" Ozan's heart moved. Maybe this is really a good opportunity to get rid of Dalaran. Of course he knows that Ere'Thalas Resalas City is recruiting magic teachers with extremely favorable conditions, but teaching and educating people is not the life Ozan wants, so Ozan doesn't pay attention to it at all.

And as a battle mage, Ozan's attitude towards spells has always been that they can be used, and he will not delve into the basics. Therefore, he does not meet the standards of the jackals. After all, the requirements of the jackals are very clear. They only need theoretical researchers. Being able to cast spells is secondary.

"Don't worry, for an elite battle mage like you, we are reluctant to throw you into a school. This will completely bury your talents. In fact, you don't need to worry about not fighting in Elrethalas, and the jackals Unlike humans, they are very indifferent to good and evil, so you can kill as much as you want without worrying about being plotted from behind!" Ned knew very well what Ozan wanted most, not a generous reward. , it is not a stable life, but sweet revenge and hearty killing.