Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 61 The First Battle
After experiencing some twists and turns, everyone went down the stairs and entered the sewer.

What caught the eye was a wide tunnel with a width of 5 meters and a height of 2 meters. In the middle was a sewage drain several meters wide, and there was a passage for people to walk on each side.

A strange smell filled the entire space, a disgusting smell of moldy garbage mixed with all kinds of filth.

Carl quickly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and tied it to his face, hoping to filter out the stench.

Trigger task: cooperate with the team to explore the Dalaran sewers, reward 450 experience.

Experience value: 32 points.
Carl accepted the task, and Smith's voice came from ahead.

"Go this way," Smith carried the shield behind his back while guiding everyone, "We don't need to fight yet."

There was no light in the sewer, and only the sound of quiet running water could be heard. The guards took out the prepared torches, lit them, illuminated their feet, and walked slowly along the passage for people to walk on the side of the sewer.

There were fewer and fewer people in front, and after ten minutes, the last team left the main sewer.

From now on, the following actions can only be done by ourselves. As the team continues to deepen, various creatures in the dark appear one after another.

A group of "Zhizhi" called mice, standing upright and looking at the passing people.

Karl had never seen such a big mouse before, bigger than an ordinary cat, with red eyes, and he was not afraid of seeing everyone, standing in place.

"Ready to fight!"

As the guards drew their weapons, Smith yelled, "Carl!"

Carl, who understood, took out a flame essence and a large magic light fragment from the pocket of the robe, and began to cast the spell.

"Fire weapons."

Flames blazed from the guards' weapons, and the guards stepped forward, trying to surround the rat.

The mice were unaware of their fate, and looked at the crowd with scarlet eyes.

"Frost Arrow," a voice sounded from beside Karl, and when he turned his head, he saw Obaid holding a spell scroll, activated it and smashed it.

The ice arrow flew out from the gap in the crowd with an ice blue light, and hit a teacher who was watching, and then the mouse was knocked into the air and hit the wall.

Obaid is worthy of being a rich man, no wonder he dared to participate in this operation. The picture that Karl expected appeared, bringing enough spell scrolls as grenades to smash the enemy to death.

Rich and willful.

The mouse that was smashed against the wall quickly fell to the ground, stood up, exerted strength with all four limbs, and quickly returned to the crowd of mice.

Karl was dumbfounded. Why is the power of this spell scroll so small that it can't even kill a mouse.

"Where did this scroll come from?" Karl hesitated and asked this question. He wanted to know which magic shop in Dalaran had such poor quality works, so he asked the name to prevent being scammed.

"This is a scroll I made myself," Obaid said triumphantly, "It's amazing."

"Awesome!" Carl couldn't help but wiped his sweat, this guy is really ignorant, what's the point of showing off such a rubbish magic scroll.

Looking at the crowd, the mice were fearless, jumped up from the ground screaming "Zhizhi" and attacked the guards.

Smith put the shield horizontally in front of him, and following a few noises, several rats slammed into the shield one after another, and then exerted force with his left hand, sweeping the shield to the left, and with a shield blow, several honest mice that hit the shield were He slammed it hard against the wall.

"Arcane Missile."

Three arcanes flew out of the gap created by Smith's shield swing, hitting a few mice that hadn't had time to slide down from the wall,

The red liquid slowly flowed out from the mouse's body, staining the ground red, which aroused the mouse's viciousness, and rushed over to attack everyone.

"Mage Armor."

More and more mice came out of the dark corners and joined the army of mice. Hundreds of mice crowded around the ground less than ten square meters, rushing desperately towards the crowd.

The ground is narrow and cannot accommodate so many mice. The mice behind stepped on the bodies of the mice in front, layer by layer, and soon a wall composed of mice appeared. Densely packed mice squeezed around in the wall. Carl has a chill.

I thought it was a one-sided massacre, but it turned out that Karl was thinking too much. There were too many rats here, and it was difficult for the guards to kill so many fearless rats. One guard even twisted his waist too hard. The rats had sharp teeth. Except for Karl, who was protected by the mage armor, the other people's equipment was quickly bitten by the rats, and wounds began to appear on the guards.

"Carl"

"Powerful Flame Armor!"

A circular enchantment made of flames appeared around Karl, shouting at the people in front: "Quick, come behind me."

"quick!"

Smith swung his sword with his right hand and smashed the three jumping mice to the ground. He led the guards back around Karl to help him fend off the mice that were desperately trying to rush over.

A group of crimson fireballs appeared on each of the two hands, surrounded by two super magic circles. The moment the spell took shape, Karl shouted loudly: "Double powerful bursting fireballs."

Then threw two explosive fireballs into the rat army.

Accompanied by a loud noise, two explosive fireballs exploded on the fence formed by the mice, and the bodies of the broken mice flew out from the center of the explosion continuously, together with dark red liquid.

The people who were caught off guard were the first to bear the brunt and were drenched all over their bodies. A strong smell of blood even covered up the stench of the sewer.

After the explosion, except for a few mice in the flame armor, the other mice suffered heavy casualties.

Smith and Mark swung their weapons, quickly clearing away those rats that were protected by the flame armor and were not affected by the burst fireball.

Bloodstains hung on the mage armor around Karl. Karl was a little lucky to release the mage armor in advance, otherwise he would be covered in blood like everyone else now.

Smith commanded everyone to quickly get out of the protection of the enchantment, attack the frightened mice, and beat the dogs in the water.

As for Karl's magic power, except for a few new guards, the rest of them have already taken it for granted.

Obaid stared dumbfounded at the magic effect caused by the bursting fireball, and couldn't help but ask, "Why not?"

Seeing Karl's raised eyebrows, Obaid quickly realized that asking other mages' secrets in the magic world is a very unfriendly behavior, and hurriedly explained: "Sorry."

Obaid bowed his head to express his apology, and inadvertently saw the junior mage badge on Karl's chest, and a look of surprise appeared on his face again, "Are you a junior mage?"

"Yes," Carl nodded, answering Obaid's question.

"This is impossible!"

(End of this chapter)