Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 60 Entering the Underground
The leader of the Sword of Dawn, Gelot, the commander of the Call of Duty operation, stood on a high place, holding a microphone made of hard paper, and assigned the mage to the corresponding team.

The personnel distribution will not be announced earlier, and the team members will cooperate with each other to have a higher combat effectiveness. Now it is good, and they will start to act as soon as they know each other. Before the self-introduction is finished, they will start to fight. Karl kept shaking his head and said with emotion: "Announce the list of members early, and get to know each other better to fight better."

Ladala has a long way to go to build an army with strong combat effectiveness.

"I think you may have misunderstood Gelott." Dunn looked at Gelott who was standing on a high place, and said, "Not all mages are like you, who can mingle with us security guards, mages Very proud."

One hour has passed since the personnel assignment was completed.

Following Gelott's order, the combatants involved in the operation stood up one after another, and a torrent of people continued to flow from all sides of the yard to gather at Gelott, passed by him, and entered the house in the corner of the backyard.

This kind of house can accommodate up to 50 people, but there is a team of nearly 300 people present.

"We don't need to take care of this. Our duty is to obey orders." Dunn stood up and greeted everyone: "Little captains, return to your team, hurry up!"

"Squad 10 advanced, Team 9 followed, hurry up!!!"

Then he said to Smith and Mark beside him: "You two are the last, your area is the farthest, let us clear up the road ahead, you save your energy first."

Lead the team in first.

"Ding Ding!"

A fat man with short black hair came towards him, with a Jordan staff behind his back, his thighs were as thick as Carl's waist.

Carl secretly sighed that he could become a fat man in this era when most people can't eat enough. An ordinary family would never be able to support his weight. As expected, he was a rich man. He stood up and said with a smile: "I am a mage from Team 1 , are you Mr. Obaid?"

"Hmph," Obaid snorted, walking to the end of Team 2.

Karl is depressed, what is so arrogant about this parallel importer.

"You understand now," Mark muttered behind him in a low voice.

After ten minutes, Carl followed the crowd into the house that seemed to only accommodate 50 people at most, but more than 200 people could still enter the house.

This is a square house. The room is very simple. In the middle of the room is a square hole with a length and width of more than three meters. The hole is surrounded by walls made of marble. A staircase appears in the hole, relying on the wall. The circle extends downward.

Carl rolled his eyes, it turned out that this was the entrance to the sewer.

The width of the stairs is about one meter, with marble walls on one side and no railings on the other side. The team walked down the stairs in fear.

The 1-meter-wide staircase is enough for any adult to pass safely, but most people can't get through the hurdle in their hearts.

Team 1 was the last team in Dunn's brigade. Karl was at the front of Team 1, and in front of Team 2 was Obaid, who was at the end of Team [-].

Obaid stood at the top of the stairs, hesitating, and nervously said to Carl behind him, "Is the staircase strong? You won't fall halfway through it."

"It should be strong." Karl pointed to the crowd on the stairs and said, "Don't you think they are very safe?"

"But they probably don't have my stature." Looking at the suspended stairs, Obaid's legs were a little weak.

Carl nodded in agreement, "Indeed, why don't you leave last?"

"Why don't you give up, Master Mage," a team member said eccentrically, obviously dissatisfied with this guy's arrogant attitude just now.

Obaid clenched his fists as if he had made a great determination, and walked up the suspended stairs. The stairs supported him firmly, and Karl could clearly feel that Obaid was relieved.

Members of Team 1 and Team 2 followed the team in front and walked down. After a few minutes, an accident occurred, and the advancing team stopped.

"Why don't you go," Obaid asked nervously, "go, I... I... I want to get through these damn stairs."

He took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket and nervously wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

Smith turned back from the previous positions and persuaded: "Why don't you give up."

"Light Art."

Karl squatted down, cast the spell, and controlled the light spell in his hand. He checked the stairs and found that the stairs where Obaid was on were indeed more curved than the others.

"I have a suggestion," Carl touched the stairs under Obaid's feet, and kindly persuaded him: "You can lie on the ground, increase the contact area, and reduce the pressure. This will be much safer."

Looking at the angry Obaid, the gloating Dawn Sword guards, and Smith's secret thumbs up, Karl couldn't laugh or cry, he really wanted to help Obaid.

Obaid couldn't stand the gloating crowd watching, no matter how worried he was, he would persevere.

While praying for a better quality of the wooden planks, he gave himself courage and looked at the crowd with contemptuous eyes, "Hmph, I'm standing very firmly, and I have two extra feet, I just need to keep my feet straight."

As Obaid said, he had no intention of trying this way, but after having this idea in his mind, one of his feet involuntarily left the ground and made an attempt, but this attempt failed.

In fact, Obaid's worry all along is not superfluous. The wooden stairs under his feet are indeed a bit reluctant to bear him. If this guy stands upright, or accepts Carl's suggestion to lie on his stomach, there will be no problem. If it is bad, it will be bad In this guy try to act golden rooster independent.

There was a "crack," and then Obaid broke the plank under his feet and fell down.

At the very moment, Obaid stretched out his hands preconditionally, hugged the stairs in front of him, and hung himself on the stairs.

"Help!!!"

Deafening cries for help resounded throughout the room.

Karl was determined not to be in the helping hand. With his weight, he would be taken down accidentally. He turned sideways and let Mark behind him go to the front. Together with the people in front, he pulled Obed up.

This time Obaid sat down decisively on the stairs, no longer thinking of face.

"Why don't you give up," Carl suggested, "I think no one will laugh at you in this case."

"I will not give up."

Obaid sat on the ground panting heavily, and rejected Carl's simplicity. Karl's impression of him changed a little, it seemed that this guy was not a worthless idiot.

Soon the team continued to move forward, and everyone went down the stairs without any risk, and finally successfully entered the Dalaran sewer.

(End of this chapter)