Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

Three months later, in the morning of Le Newmoreville, a group of elven rangers who were praying in the church for the last time heard a series of weapon crashes, accompanied by the distinctive high voice of dwarves.

"Ah, they started again." Hawksbill opened his eyes and shook his head helplessly after reciting the last prayer.

"Hey, Magni and Kurdran are really energetic. Basically, they get up at this point every morning to have a warm-up battle, and then have a so-called'digestion activity' after lunch. There was still a battle in the evening, but they were defeated by the lord. My lord stopped it, but replaced it with Wendou..." Voldana Xuechen who was talking seemed to think of some scene and laughed.

"Okay, okay, let's just say a few words," Liadrin turned and looked at the rangers who were snickering after praying. A dwarf priest beside her was still praying with his eyes closed. "Wait. Don’t you still have to train together? Hurry up and have breakfast."

A group of rangers huffed out, Liadrin packed everything in the house, and then said to the dwarf priest: "Pastor Rohan, I'm going to eat, what should I bring you?"

"No need, Pastor Liadrin, I will eat it myself, after healing Magni and Kurdran." The high-ranking dwarf priest Rohan finished his prayer and stood up and looked at the female elf beside him. , "I will go directly to the training ground later, and see you there."

"Okay, Pastor Rohan."

Then Liadrin left this small church and saluted her respectfully, whether it was elves, humans, or dwarves. All of this was achieved through the treatment of various injured people. .

"Eat my hammer!" The lights flickered on the distant arena, and some dust rose up, obscuring the sight of the elf, and the onlookers made a burst of applause.

At this moment, Sylvanas, carrying a longbow and rifle, saw her and waved to greet Liadrin to go over.

"Did you eat it?" The female ranger said while chewing on the apple in her hand.

"Not yet, I'm going to eat, aren't you on duty this week?"

Sylvanas took out an apple with water droplets from her waist and handed it to the female priest: "These two weeks are Taranas and Alleria's class. The west is the territory of humans, and the east is the dragon. To be honest, I don’t know the meaning of our duty."

"We are always unpredictable about Aristophanes' thoughts." Liadrin took a bite of the apple and her eyes lit up, "This is?"

"You know him quite well? I brought this from Quel'Thalas. Not much. I don't know if there are any more in the next batch," the ranger sighed. "But it doesn't matter, the apple grown by humans in the west With the help of Saibi Selei and others, it is not bad, enough for me. But you? Really don't plan to go back?"

"Besides, I think this place is more interesting than Silvermoon City," Liadrin was eating the fruit in her hand while watching the fight on the stage? "Although there is no Sunwell? But Akan'dor solved our worries. ."

Sylvanas looked at the faint light blue pattern on Liadrin's neck? She understood that it was a "sequelae" of eating the fruit of Acandor.

"Why, haven't you eaten the fruits of Akandor?" Seeing the female ranger's still white and smooth cheeks and neck? Liadrin asked curiously? "What are you worried about?"

Sylvanas shook her head: "I want to try to carry it on my own willpower. After all, Aristophanes has resisted the process of the addiction before eating the fruit? I think I can too."

"Uh..." Liadrin's expression began to become surprised, but then she understood what she said? "Yes? After all, you rarely stay in Silvermoon City? You are not so dependent on Sunwell."

The female ranger nodded: "That's what Aristophan said to me? Vereesa has been here for so many years and hasn't even had any symptoms of addiction. Hope is still great."

"Then good luck, Lord Ranger." Liadrin teased.

"What ranger lord?" The female ranger rolled her eyes, and then took the female priest and left here, "Go, I will treat you to a big meal. Today, the canteen ranger specially serves the Whitefish and Stranglethorn Grapes. The taste should be very good. ."

When the two of them arrived in the cafeteria to take their meals, they found an empty seat and sat down. Sylvanas asked while eating, "How about your relationship with Lor'themar?"

"Ah? What's the relationship?" Liadrin instantly began to play stupid.

"Don't pretend to be stupid, I saw you two go shopping together last time, and he bought you a dwarf-style bracelet, right?"

"No, are the hidden skills and observation skills you learned really good to use here?"

"Of course, apply what you have learned, after all, I am bored now," Sylvanas winked, "Quickly tell me what you feel about Lor'themar?"

"I..."

Before he could say anything, a young elf hurriedly rushed into the hall, and ran over after seeing the two of them: "Hey Hill, Liadrin, Aristophane wants you to go to the conference hall!"

"Let's take a moment, Lilas, what's the matter?" The female ranger pulled her brother and wanted him to sit down.

"It's too late, it's the highest alarm!"

Before the words fell, three red smoke bombs instantly rose into the sky, and at the same time the long sound of the horn echoed throughout the entire Leinumville.

All the rangers in the canteen paused, immediately threw the food in their hands, got up and rushed out. Sylvanas and Liadrin were no exception, but the female ranger directly fought Lilas against her. On their shoulders, the three of them rushed through the crowd to the conference hall.

Before they walked in, they heard Aristophane's voice: "Taranas, tell me about the information you collected."

"Ok."

He walked to the edge of the magic sand table and pointed his finger at a pass on the south side of the Sunshine Forest: "According to your request, we sent a ranger to cross the mountains to the west and south to explore non-stop. Right here, we saw the giant magic."

"What? Trolls?" All the elves were shocked, and Aristophan asked calmly: "I don't think the few teams of trolls are the reason why you used the highest alarm notification. Tell me about the terrifying sights the rangers have seen. Right!"

"That's not an ordinary troll, Aristophane, it's a huge fortress, a troll fortress several laps larger than Zuaman!"

"You said that there is a troll fortress just to the south of Lineumoville, on the other side of the mountains?" Li Leisa widened her eyes, then turned to ask the elf mage, "You rode Adelina before. Haven't you seen it when you ran?"

"No, I only saw those tropical jungles," Aristophane shook his head. "Why, do those trolls move?"

"I don't know the specifics, but the rangers reported that they carried a large number of captured tigers and orangutans into the fortress. At the same time, the red smoke wafted up in the fortress. It seemed that they were performing some weird rituals. ."

"Well, it seems that the sacrifice has just begun... I see, Taranas, Sylvanas, you led two-thirds of the rangers into the rainforest in the south, to find out the distribution of trolls, The distribution of the beasts, what other people should do, wait for your information to gather."

"Yes!"

On the other side, in the Troll Fortress in Stranglethorn Vale, or Zul'Gurub, the capital of the Troll Empire, a cruel blood sacrifice ceremony is being held. Countless tigers, orangutans and even troll slaves have been opened, and red blood is flowing. On the central altar, under the reflection of the torch, a strange light radiated.

"Jindo, are you crazy? How can you summon our gods without me and my priest?"

The troll wearing a weird mask and holding a wooden short wand looked up at the white-skinned trolls tied to the altar, waved, and several green-skinned trolls walked up with white sacrificial bone blades. Qian~www.wuxiaspot.com~ began to cut the throats of the tied trolls one by one. They struggled to make a "hissing" sound, and the blood continued to fall along the wound and merge into the altar.

"Priests of Atalai, it is your honor to be able to sacrifice your life for the blood god, and isn't this what you expect?" The enchanter Jindo opened his arms and made a hug gesture, "I will be great The gods tell of your selfless dedication!"

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"Jindu!" Gamalan, the leader of the Atalai troll who was tied in the middle, called his name angrily.

"Ah, Jamalan the prophet, especially thank you. Without your prompt, we would not find a way to summon the gods in the broken slabs. Go with peace of mind, although you can't see the great blood god. , But we will keep your contribution in mind! Blood Lord, go, kill him, and mark our ritual to perfection!"

"Yes!" The red-haired troll riding next to the red armored raptor jumped down, drew out the long sword from his waist and waved it smoothly. Gamalan, who was still yelling, suddenly felt a pain in his neck, and then his gaze turned around. , His head bounced a few times and fell into the blood.

The powerful vitality kept him from losing consciousness immediately. His head soaked in red blood stared at the enchanter Jindo standing in front of him, but the red blood gradually spread upward and obscured his vision. Before he died, he seemed I saw a red shadow with a snake tail.

"Ha...ka...my...god..." Jamalan muttered to herself, finally melting in the blood.