Spellcasting Heavens

boom!

With a loud noise, a newly dug passage inside the tomb collapsed again, seriously injuring the three unlucky murlocs responsible for the exploration and burying them alive.

Hey...how many living fish-men do we still have on hand? Dasqi asked with a helpless sigh.

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

In order to make up for the losses, basically all the murlocs in the surrounding areas of the Broken Islands were captured and used as slaves and cannon fodder. At present, there are almost no traces of murlocs on the entire coastline.

Not to mention the murlocs, even the sea giants were not spared. They were all organized into death squads and almost eliminated all the traps and monsters along the way.

Madam, we 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 know, after all the other cannon fodder is dead, it will be Naga's turn to be 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 at all for the so-called mercy.

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

Eighty? Damn it! We have to dig at least several hundred meters forward. Just eighty is not enough. Dasqi gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice, while desperately thinking about what other creatures on the Broken Islands could be caught. Bag.

Unfortunately, the Broken Islands are only so big, and most of them are sea and land creatures, so there are even fewer people who can do this kind of digging.

Especially the poor murlocs of the Broken Fin tribe have been basically exterminated, and they will probably all be dead before the project is completed.

Just when the two senior Naga officials were wondering how to avoid their own casualties, Zhang Cheng, who was lying next to the Broken Beach with his eyes closed and concentrating, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the place where the sea and the sky meet in the distance.

I saw large black clouds gathering in the originally blue sky 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 emitted by the maelstrom is causing trouble, but someone is casting magic.

A powerful killing spell with a large range.

But this raging thunder and lightning storm came and went away just as quickly.

In less than five minutes, the dark clouds in the sky slowly began to dissipate, revealing a strange-looking battleship.

The reason why it is weird is because it is not like the ordinary sail warships in Azeroth. It has a tall mast and is powered by the wind.

On the contrary, this ship is equipped with a thick and large smokestack, which is closer to the ancient steam ships that appeared on earth in the late nineteenth century.

It's just that steamships rely on burning coal for power. What comes out of the chimney is black smoke when coal is burned, but what comes out of this ship is white steam. It seems that it is not burning coal.

In addition, on the outside of the huge chimney are printed a golden lion symbolizing the alliance's symbol and a violet eye symbolizing Dalaran.

Human sailors, dwarf engineers, Dalaran mages, dwarf gunners... the composition of the team is really complicated. But at this time, they suddenly came to the Broken Islands. What is their purpose? Zhang Cheng raised a paw and dragged it. Chin murmured.

Through remote observation magic, he could clearly see the composition of the people on the deck.

Among them, there is only a short and clever dwarf with the height of a normal human being. He is always running around various strange machines, squatting down and fiddling with something from time to time.

You don’t need to ask to know that this steampunk-style battleship is 100% their masterpiece.

What's even more interesting is that the battleship did not go straight to the Broken Beach, but instead made a large circle and headed towards the location of Storm Bay.

After all, strictly speaking, it is the only place in the entire Broken Islands suitable for docking large ships.

The remaining area is either full of reefs or close to cliffs, making it unsuitable for large ships to approach.

The appearance of strange ships naturally cannot fail to attract the attention of the Nagas.

Dasqi rushed back from the excavation site immediately and asked in an uncertain tone: Great Black Dragon, what do you plan to do with those outsiders? Can I capture them as slaves?

Slave? No, don't do anything stupid. I guarantee that if you dare to approach rashly, you will definitely receive a crazy counterattack. Zhang Cheng teased with a half-smile.

He was not blind, and at a glance he saw the Archmage standing at the highest point of the deck - Ansrem Ruinvivor.

With such a strong person leading the team, even if the Nagas from the entire Broken Islands unite together, they may not be able to board the deck of that strange ship.

What's more, although dwarf engineers are not as dangerous as goblin engineers and often produce surprisingly powerful explosives, they are not vegetarians either.

The black cannons on both sides of the ship are also not decorations. A single salvo can cause extremely objective destructive power and damage.

Then what do you mean...

I mean, before they reach the Broken Shore, dig the tunnel deep into the tomb. If you can't do that, I will let you and your tribe disappear from this world forever, do you understand?

When saying these words, Zhang Cheng stared at his two wild beast-like vertical pupils, and released an astonishing aura from all over his body, so that the little Naga couldn't hold on for even a second, and he threw himself to the ground and crawled on the ground. Stop trembling.

Dasqi suppressed the fear in his heart, struggled to raise his head and argued: This... this will cause heavy losses to the grudge tribe! You promised me that you will not let my people die.

No, what I promised was that on the premise of ensuring the progress of the excavation, you and your tribe will not have to die, that's all. But now it seems that you have not been able to complete the task well. The original four-day construction period, It has been extended more than twice. I was very merciful by not causing trouble for you before. Don’t try to challenge my bottom line. You must know that in my eyes, there is no essential difference between you and those fish-man slaves.

After saying this, Zhang Cheng suddenly flapped his wings and set off a strong airflow, blowing the female Naga directly away.

The latter rolled continuously along the beach for more than thirty meters, then managed to stabilize his body, climbed up and ran towards the depths of the tomb.

Soon, the Nagas at the entire excavation site were going crazy. They sent out the remaining fish-men slaves without any regard for casualties, and even the supervisors personally went into battle.

All of a sudden, explosions, screams, roars and various other weird sounds were heard from the Tomb of Sargeras.

Under the threat of death, the grudge tribe unleashed an unprecedented level of execution for fear of being attacked by the cruel and evil black dragon...

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