Spellcasting Heavens

Ms. Dasqi, do we really want to serve this black dragon like those lowly fishmen? A male Naga who was constantly digging out mud and gravel with an anchor asked cautiously.

The female Naga, known as Ms. Dasqi, sighed helplessly and responded: Do we have any other choice? The weak obey the strong. This is a law that the entire world must follow. We cannot resist, so naturally we will You must work conscientiously.”

Damn it! I hate being a slave! The male Naga spat viciously, followed by digging in the ground 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 said that, Dusky turned around and glanced at the murlocs who were being beaten with whips by the orc warlock overseer.

It has to be said that these robbers, who have low intelligence and are full of ideas of getting something for nothing, are currently living a life worse than death.

Yes!

Zhang Cheng has long been so insane that he doesn't care about the life and death of human beings, why would he care about a mere fish-man tribe.

Not only do these poor guys have to work day and night, but they can only eat one meal a day, and the food is broth boiled together with shells, crabs and exhausted fishmen that can be found everywhere on the coast.

Normally, if it were such a situation of cannibalism, other intelligent races would have started riots long ago, or they would have secretly escaped.

But what about the fishmen?

They didn't have any objections to this at all, and even ate very deliciously. They didn't see the sadness of rabbits and foxes caused by cannibalism.

The male Naga seemed to think of the stew cooked with large pieces of shells, and immediately felt his stomach churn. He suppressed his nausea and rolled his eyes: Please! Madam! Don't mention those nasty fishes 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 fish-men. It's just that we are more valuable, so we get relatively better treatment. If our performance cannot satisfy him, you Do you think our fate will be any different from that of the fishmen? A solemn expression appeared on Dasqi's face. No! It won't make any difference. He is a tyrant, a real tyrant, so in order to avoid a tragic death, it is best to shut up and work honestly.

I'm sorry, madam, I apologize for my recklessness. I swear, from now on you will never hear a complaint from my mouth again. After that, the male Naga said nothing and waved the anchor desperately. Digging.

When Dasqi saw this scene,

Nodding with satisfaction, he quickly twisted his body and left the entrance of the Tomb of Sargeras, came to the dragon who closed his eyes and rested, and bowed slightly: Great black dragon! I have sealed the seal as you requested. Once the entrance is cleared, in four days at most, the path to the lower level will be completely opened.

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

After all, the Tomb of Sargeras is not a dungeon in the game that can be entered casually, 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 the collapse of a large number of internal structures. Now many places need to be cleaned before entering.

Yes, sir. However, the number of murloc excavation teams is decreasing sharply. I think we should try to catch more in other places. Dasqi cautiously made a suggestion.

After Zhang Cheng heard this, he responded without thinking: Okay! You can take care of this matter. As long as it does not affect the construction period, you can do whatever you want. But there is one thing, if the time comes, I will find the tomb If you haven’t been cleared yet, you and your tribe will disappear from this world forever, do you understand?”

Understood! Please rest assured, I will not let you down. After saying 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.

The psychological pressure caused to her by talking face to face with a terrifying dragon was so great that the scales on her back were trembling non-stop.

Hmph! I like smart people! Zhang Cheng looked at the other person's back and sneered.

Through the psychic net that spreads to the entire beach, he can easily capture the psychological activities of every fish-man or naga, and Dasqi is no exception.

The reason why this guy proposed to capture fishmen as slaves was mainly because he wanted to protect his tribe.

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

Normally, every fifteen to twenty meters forward, a poor fishman would die in various traps.

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

It can be said that the entire passage is almost paved with fish-man corpses.

If all the murlocs die one day, then it will be Naga who will be responsible for setting traps next.

Just when Zhang Cheng was bored and yawning, a warship filled with soldiers and sailors slowly left the port of Stormwind City and headed towards the maelstrom.

The captain is an old man who looks to be about fifty years old. One hand is holding the hilt of the sword hanging on his waist, and the other hand is holding a pipe. His eyes are bright and clear. Navy elite.

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

At this moment, standing next to the captain was a mage wearing the symbol of the Kirin Tor Council.

He has thick brown hair and a beard, and holds a constantly rotating crystal staff in his hand. He is the Archmage of the Six-person Council-Ansrem Ruinveer, who is also Darla. The reinventer of nature.

The archmage took a deep breath of the unique salty air of the sea, smiled and asked: Mr. Captain, how long do you think it will take us to reach the Broken Islands?

Sorry, Your Excellency Archmage, I'm afraid I can't give you a definite answer. It's even hard to say whether this ship can sail into the waters of the Broken Islands intact. You haven't been close to the maelstrom, so you don't know how big it is around it. It's extremely dangerous, and if you're not careful, it will be torn apart by storms, ocean monsters, and deep-sea naga. The old captain smiled bitterly and shook his head.

If it hadn't been for the king himself giving the order, he would never have risked letting his beloved ship get close to the Broken Islands.

Relax, if you really encounter any trouble, I will help. Ansrem Ruinvivor comforted with a smile, and at the same time touched the secret message hidden in his underwear, with a complex expression in his eyes. of light.

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