Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 256 Fierce Fight ([-])
"The group of damn bastards in the back chased them so quickly? Why are we so unlucky!" Karl secretly called unlucky, knowing that he couldn't hide it, he raised his hand and threw a flash bomb of Karl's signature, and then pointed at several teammates Said: "Run, don't get lost!"

The fighters of the Black Robe Association quickly reacted, and they roared angrily: "No, this is not the captain's spell, this person is not the captain!"

Karl's sharp ears trembled slightly, and he keenly felt the sound of the bowstring vibrating from behind. He consciously flashed to the side, and a few feathers brushed past him, scaring him so much that he couldn't help but feel dark in his heart. Scolding: "Damn, the flash bombs didn't even hit you!"

Karl continuously activated the skills on the shadow robe, his whole body was surrounded by darkness, and he quickly merged into the darkness. From time to time, he threw a burst fireball backwards, disturbing the opponent's attention, but except for a few fireballs that caused certain damage , There is no way to pose any threat to the combatants of the Black Robe Association.

"They're not easy to mess with, they're too smart!" Carl shook his head, sighing while running.

As soon as the two sides chased and fled, the advantages of the Black Robe Association's large number of people quickly came into play. After a short period of confusion, they began to coordinate and cooperate. intercepted enemy.

"Don't take the main road, let's go around the small road." After being blocked several times, Carl quickly realized that something was wrong. Familiar and unfamiliar environments can easily fall into unfavorable situations.

The Black Robe Association chased very quickly, biting Karl and the others so hard that Karl had to stop, ready to cast a spell to restore the situation.

After the two sides destroyed a few streets with flame spells, the Kalks finally got their wish and turned into the dark and narrow alleys extending in all directions.

The structure of the alleys in the ruined city is very complicated, which makes the tracking work of the Black Robe Association much more difficult.

Therefore, Karl and the others quickly lost the other party's pursuit, but unfortunately found themselves surrounded by monsters.

As Cowley said, walking in the ruins and alleys full of debris, it is hard to imagine a skeleton or a ghoul at the next corner.

Black picked up the axe, and chopped down a ghoul that was inserted at an angle. Looking at the disgusting liquid on the axe, he frowned in distaste.

"I think we're in trouble," Cowley shrugged helplessly, ignoring Black, and said to Carl with a frown.

"Oh?" Carl looked around, surrounded by the same dilapidated houses, which made him a little dazzled.

"I think we're lost!" Cowley unfolded the treasure map in his hand, and said anxiously, "There is no introduction about this city on this map, and now I doubt whether this thing is real or not. If it's a prank, we'll be in trouble!"

"Same," Black agreed, cleaning the dirt off Oink's redemption.

"Actually, I've had this feeling for a long time," Carl nodded approvingly. He didn't have any information in hand. If he wanted to find treasure in a city, or even if he got it, he would pay a heavy price, not to mention this There are more than 200 enemies in the city searching for their traces.

"Carl, do you have any information about this city?" Galina asked curiously, widening her fluorescent eyes.

Karl shook his head. His knowledge base depends entirely on the materials in the Dalaran library. Most of those materials tell the story of the mainland of Lordaeron. There are almost no records of the Broken Isles outside the sea. .

"I think, I might know something," Mike, who had been hiding aside, raised his hand and said hesitantly.

"Does Mike know?"

Several people spoke and looked at Mike. The latter obviously rarely received such gazes. He lowered his head, hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "I may know information about these cities."

"How do you know?" Cowley asked curiously with his eyes wide open.

"Remember what I said about my grandfather who explored the Broken Isles? There are some messages in his legacy."

"Go ahead, we're all listening," Carl said softly, with an encouraging smile.

"That's right, this is a relic over 3 years old, and the owner of the relic has disappeared in the vast river of time."

"Titan Guardian?" Karl said in surprise when he thought of the huge and magnificent buildings outside.

"That's right, it used to belong to the guardian of the titans, but 3000 years ago, a group of high-borne elves occupied this place, established a settlement here, and lived here for a long time."

"Originally, these buildings should be located on the ground. Half of the entire ruins are located on the ground and half are located underground. The former arcane hall is now the underground hall. As for the sunken square, I don't know much about it."

As he spoke, he took out a mysterious slate and the parchment with the information on it from his pocket, and continued: "This is the inheritance left by my grandfather. I always thought it was for him to make me happy, but I didn't expect it to be true. The presence!"

"The residential area is on the ground?" Cowley raised his hand and made a sinking gesture. "The current residential area may have sunk to the ground."

Carl raised his head and looked at the gap above his head. The faint silver starlight sprinkled on his face through the huge gap, reflecting his handsome and calm face. At the same time, Carol chopped down a cannibal The ghoul, and found a few copper coins with strange patterns from its tattered clothes.

"The piece above should be a residential area. What force caused part of the residential area to sink?" He thought for a while, and then said.

"Who else can have such power? Except the legendary guardians, Azshara in the sea, Malygos in madness?" Karl sighed.

"Perhaps the Burning Legion that entered Azeroth 1 years ago?"

Karl shook his head, sighed, did not continue, but changed the subject: "The place we just came down should be the Black Spire, below, we may go to the Arcane Hall, I think the treasure should be placed in at least one hall among."

"Damn it! I curse that old man Mader for hiding his financial report in such a shitty place," Carol muttered.

"Yes, I think you probably think that the other party should send Bao to your arms to be called a standard good person," Cowley said sarcastically.

(End of this chapter)