Chinese Warriors in World of Warcraft

Chapter 465 Visitor in the Late Night (14)

In the middle of the night, Karazhan was pitch black, and there was no light anywhere.

Although the magic lamp was still lit inside Karazhan, under the obstruction of the twisting power of time and space and the magic barrier, no light could be scattered to the outside world.

It seems that even the stars and the moonlight are unwilling to patronize this place shrouded in evil magic energy. This is a veritable lightless place.

No one could have imagined that at this moment, Karazhan welcomed an unexpected guest.

This is a woman, with her graceful body hidden in a wide hooded cloak, only her white hair is clearly visible.

She didn't know where she came from, and she didn't know how she got here, so she came here, avoided the magic monitoring of the two archmages of Dalaran, and walked quietly to the gate of Karazhan.

Looking at the dilapidated wooden door and the rusty lock, she muttered something in a low voice, then took out a delicate hammer from nowhere, and knocked hard, only to hear a bang, and the lock shattered.

This door lock protected by powerful spells was broken by a hammer?How can it be?

But with her, nothing is impossible.

She pushed the door open and closed it, just like entering her own home, the powerful magic barrier didn't respond at all!
"What's all this messed up? Well, fortunately, the core of the magic didn't move, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to get in..." She murmured in a low voice, then lifted her skirt and walked up the stairs with light steps, as if she wasn't alive More than 800 years old, but like a girl who is less than 20 years old.

A newly appeared ghost tried to attack her, but disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

During this process, she didn't even raise her hand, and she didn't even take out the staff.

The servants' quarters, the stables, the banquet hall, the drawing room, she walked all the way without hindrance.

I only stayed in the opera house for a while, looked at the luxuriously decorated stage and shook my head gently, and complained again:

"I really enjoy it! Why did my mother give birth to such a son? Worry!"

The stage manager "Barnes" didn't let her be an actor, but lowered his eyebrows, like an obedient servant.

She continued to walk forward, passing the long broken steps, and came to the exhibition hall.

Looking at the curator who had been destroyed long ago, she shook her head, thinking that that unfilial son still likes carving so much.But what's the point of these shabby constructs?There is no powerful spell that works.

"Listen to music and watch opera when I have nothing to do, and sculpt structures when I have something to do, and I don't know how to study hard. No wonder I can't even compete with a remnant soul... What a waste! How did my mother give birth to such a useless son like you?"

She continued to walk up and soon came to the library.

Looking at the scattered books all over the floor, she frowned, wondering where the bad guys would spoil the good things she had collected so hard?
Do you know how much effort my old lady spent to get so many books?
Suramar, Dire Maul, Silvermoon City, Dalaran, and many other private libraries, who hasn't patronized the elderly?He was almost discovered by that old Sun King!

Although he was not afraid of her, even though he could stab him to death with one finger, it was not something glorious after all.

What?Steal?
Thinking about it too much, my mother just copied it directly with spells, and there are not a single book missing in those libraries!

My old lady has worked so hard, even if you want to see it, you have to cherish it, right?

With a sigh, the mana is vertical and horizontal.

She didn't stop and continued to walk forward, but the collapsed bookshelves were erected quietly, and the scattered books floated to their original positions.

Wherever she went, it returned to its original state and became extremely clean.

It's just those missing books that never come back.

Karazhan was too big, and she didn't walk fast.

Finally, in a separate library, Jiang Jie and the others never found out, she stopped.

"Shadow of Medivh? No, it should be the Shadow of Sargeras! Do you think you can't find me if you hide here? You took a look here 700 years ago, and I also took a look. Can you leave behind If you kill them, my mother will come and destroy your backhand today! Well, they should last a while, right? My mother will destroy you first!"

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"What to do? Attack?"

Looking at the tens of thousands of orc elites in the base camp, as well as the orc shamans everywhere, Med'an felt worried.

Not to mention at least a few hundred orc shamans, but tens of thousands of orc warriors are not easy to deal with!
The physique of orcs is much stronger than that of humans, and they are not at the same level at all.

A human warrior with an average height of about 1.7 meters and a weight of 150 to [-] kilograms is basically the same as a sheep encountering a wolf when he encounters an orc with an average height of about [-] meters but keeps bending over and bowing his head, straightening up at least [-] meters and weighing at least [-] kilograms!

Think about it, let an ordinary high school basketball player with a height of 1.8 meters go head-to-head with Shaquille O'Neal, what's the result?

Cars collide with tanks, buses collide with cargo!
You know, these orcs basically drank the blood of Mannoroth and got the "Demon Power" BUFF, and their combat effectiveness was really strong.

Under normal circumstances, three or five well-trained humans fighting, even if they are fully armed, may not be able to fight an orc warrior. After all, orcs are tall and mighty, and they are a veritable fighting nation. He has received the cruelest training since he was a child. The training intensity is higher than that of Spartan warriors. The survival rate of babies is appallingly low. Any orc who grows up safely is a qualified fighter!

Three hundred Spartan soldiers are already so terrifying, but now there are hundreds of thousands of orcs attacking Stormwind City, and the ten thousand orcs in the orc base camp are the elite of the orcs.

Orcs are all soldiers. The environment of Draenor and the natural closeness between orcs and elements make these guys have much higher magic resistance than humans, second only to dwarves.

Basically, they can be regarded as enlarged versions of dwarves, with great combat power and great defense power!

Basically, every orc can be regarded as a veteran of many battles, and the elite orcs can basically be called at least apprentices and apprentices.The recruits trained by the Knights of the Silver Hand for two or three years may not be the opponents of these orcs in one-on-one situations.

A powerful mage can indeed kill thousands of human warriors with a single spell, but a spell of the same strength may not even be able to kill half the number of orcs. If the orcs are close, what the human mage will face is the moment of life and death.

Jiang Jie, Mei Li, An Wei Na, Mai De'an.

The four guys who have not recovered their original strength want to rush into the orc stronghold with tens of thousands of people, and complete the feat of beheading Orgrim?
It's really too difficult.

If they still have the original strength, then they can try strike warfare, blitzkrieg and so on, slowly consume the vitality of the orcs, and finally complete the feat of cannibalizing the large orc army.

For now, forget it.

"It always feels like something is wrong... Medivh, don't trick me!"

(End of this chapter)