Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 126 St. Midas

After a night of nothing, the next day, there was continuous drizzle in Nanhai Town. Carl was sitting on the table in the wrought iron hotel, holding a cup of black tea, leisurely flipping through the spell book.

The two legendary mages of the Kirin Tor Council and the mage of an archmage are more difficult than imagined. During this period of time, after learning the 4-ring protection spell mana shield, the 4-ring evocation fire spell flame impact and After the 4-ring enchantment magic weapon was enchanted, Karl has been paying attention to these spells.

Reverse teleportation is not something that Karl can learn at present. He mainly focuses on the spells of Kael'thas and Antonidas.

The first thing to master is the enchantment spell sharpness, as the name suggests, it can temporarily increase the sharpness of weapons.

Karl has also mastered the 4th level spell, arcane bondage, but it is a relatively simple spirit-enchantment, which is more complicated than Karl imagined. The principle has been mastered, and the precautions are kept in mind, but there are still nearly half of the failures when casting the spell. probability.

There is another spell book lying in Carl's pocket, the 3-level transformation spell flash, the spell effect, as the name suggests, tears a gap in space within a radius of 20 meters, and teleports to any location within the range.

Cowley, Blake, and Carol all went out to inquire about the news, and Carl, who had nothing to do, took advantage of this spare time to race against time to master spells.

The battle to clean up the murlocs yesterday spread all over Southsea Town. Although the sheriff Holland Kullman tried his best to block the news, with the help of people with good intentions, the spread spread quickly and became more and more exaggerated. Soon, the details of the battle changed. Get magical.

From the original sheriff Holland Kullman commanding the guards to backstab friendly troops on the battlefield, leading to the annihilation of dozens of adventurers, after more than a dozen people sang, it became completely unrecognizable.

And the whole hotel was discussing at this time. The most stunned version Karl had heard was that Sheriff Holland Coleman was an evil monster. Under his control, the murloc riot killed more than 300 people. adventurer.

And after learning that Karl is the adventurer who survived the fight against the murlocs, the guests in the hotel asked Karl over and over again what happened yesterday. Carl asked about it.

At this time, a small human was sitting in front of Karl again. This man was handsome, with short brown hair and a neatly trimmed curly beard. He exuded a poetic temperament.

Karl speculates that the little human is a newspaper editor or the author of a best-selling book.

"A glass of barley beer," the hotel host nodded and left.

"Mr. Mage," the little human sat on a chair and introduced himself, "I'm sorry to ask you to tell the story of cleaning up the murlocs three times."

"My name is Henry, and I'm a troubadour."

Soon the hotel host returned in a hurry and put a glass of barley beer on the table.

Henry picked up the wine glass, took a big sip, and continued: "This profession leads to the collection of stories I need, and then organizes these stories into poetry."

Carl nodded in understanding.

Five silver coins were placed on the table, Henry continued: "Your story gave me some inspiration."

Five silver coins may be a lot of money for ordinary people, but it is nothing to Karl who is worth hundreds of gold coins. He showed no interest in a few silver coins, and then Karl had an idea and continued: " I have no interest in the money."

"Since my story has inspired you, Mr. Troubadour, please tell me a story that impresses you."

"Of course!" The little troubadour rubbed his fingers excitedly, and said cheerfully, "This is probably the most favorite words of the troubadour."

Then the little troubadour told Carl a story that happened in the Hillsbrad area.

Hundreds of years ago, there was a prosperous castle in the Hillsbrad area, and the owner of the castle was a powerful mage.

The castle is located on the necessary place of the commercial road, the castle is rich, and the people live and work in peace and contentment, and live a happy life.

However, an accident disrupted the peaceful life.

That year, the entire northern continent was dry and without rain, causing a large number of animals to die without enough food. The trolls living in the Hinterlands attacked the Kingdom of Alterac because of lack of food. The unprepared Alterac The Kingdom of Ranke was beaten to pieces.

Soon the trolls broke through the line of defense, but the resources of the Alterac Upper Mountains as an alpine climate were not enough to feed such a large number of trolls.

The hungry trolls went south and entered the Hillsbrad area, burning, killing and looting all the way. The defenseless humans were slaughtered in large numbers, and even caused a phenomenon of no one for a hundred miles.

This is the most costly war for humans since humans and high elves joined forces to resist the troll kingdom thousands of years ago.

At this critical moment, the owner of the castle, a powerful mage, stood up and hit the surviving people in the castle, constantly resisting the continuous stream of trolls.

The huge army of trolls has the upper hand. Although humans have achieved a lot of results in some battles, they have always been on the passive defensive side as a whole.

Inside the castle are tens of thousands of unarmed old and weak women and children, and outside the city are tens of thousands of ferocious troll troops. One can imagine the pressure they are facing.

In the midst of this great despair, the owner of the castle used a never-before-seen spell to turn the tide of the battle, successfully holding back the troll's progress, and waiting for reinforcements from allies.

This is also the turning point of this battle between humans and trolls. After this battle, the offense and defense switch.

"And this is the famous defense of Midas Castle."

"Is that the Midas Castle?" Karl couldn't help but asked aloud. On the way to South Sea Town, Karl and his party passed Midas Castle.

Through the dilapidated wooden door of the castle, Karl glanced at the castle's interior from a distance, and found all kinds of evil creatures wandering in the castle, exuding a faint ice-blue light.

"Of course," the little troubadour took a sip of the beer in his hand, "In order to reward Midas for his outstanding contributions, the Archbishop of the Church of the Holy Light gave Midas the holy word and renamed him St. Midas."

I really didn't expect the dilapidated Midas Castle to have such a glorious past.

"In fact, it's not as beautiful as you said," said a voice from behind the little troubadour.

A girl waited for the two angrily, and continued, "St. Midas? It's ridiculous."

Then the girl ignored the doubtful two, turned and left the inn.

(End of this chapter)