Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

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At night, the blood lord Mandokiel knelt quietly in his camp, looked at the huge red wind snake statue in front of him, and slowly closed his eyes.

"You are here, Mandokiel."

"God Breaker," Mandokiel in the soul world knelt down on the ground respectfully, in front of him was the bound giant wind snake and the larger Jindu Phantom behind it.

"How is the frontline situation?"

"It's difficult to attack. Those long ears have built a fortress on our only way. We can only send a small team of trolls around the jungle to find Hakkar's sacrifice."

"I know, now I will use these totem poles to transmit power to you and the elite trolls under your command."

"Yes, God Breaker!"

"As soon as the army breaks through those long-eared defenses, the trolls gathered in the north are putting too much logistical pressure on us!"

"Yes."

Then Mandokiel opened his eyes, got up and walked out of the tent. Two huge totem poles were erected outside the tent. Several captured humans were trembling at the side of the tent.

Mandokir waved his hand. The enchanters nodded and pulled out the sharp blades from their waists to instantly cut off the heads of the human farmers. The red blood spewed out and was absorbed and transformed by the totem pole. Then all the trolls were Feeling the terrible pressure on the totem pole, red blood mist continuously emerged from above.

The Blood Lord took the lead in inhaling it, and the red power snaked down like an earthworm. His entire size expanded once again, and then the enchanters, berserkers, and soul warriors were once again strengthened by the power of Hakkar, they shouted Began to share the remains of those sacrifices.

Sen'jin and Yeklik looked at the totem pole that kept exuding the power of Haka from a distance. The red mist gradually dispersed and spread to the entire camp.

"What shall we do, Senjin."

"Wait, Yeklik," Senjin squinted, "At the same time I pray that your **** will not abandon you..."

The high-ranking troll priestess shook her head: "Then I'll leave here. I am not like you and the shadow hunters of your tribe, who can get the support of Loa as powerful as Bonsandi. Sirik is the Lord of Midnight and the sky. The king, the **** of the night, but he still can't compete with the soul-snatcher, and I'm afraid I will lose my faith if I stay any longer."

"...Our tribe intends to leave here and go to the west. If you are willing and not afraid of sacrifice, we don't mind bringing Sirik's followers."

"West?" Yeckerik was stunned. "Then why don't I return to Zandalar?"

"Zandalar? Are you a troll of the Zandalar tribe?" Senjin was taken aback for a moment. "Then why doesn't Zandalar send troops to destroy Hakkar like last time?"

"Because Zandalari himself is now in a huge dilemma. Snake people and blood trolls have been harassing our borders in the last 100 years. King Rastakhan’s attention has been concentrated on the northern border of the empire. The priest Zul didn't care either. He always said, "Don't worry, I have seen the ending." Before and after Jindo summoned Hakkar, I had sent several messengers, but they all fell to the sea and heard nothing."

"Really..." Senjin nodded, then looked at the red fog that was flying higher and larger and larger, "Then I suggest you go hurry up, Mandokier and the Gurubashi under him The trolls are crazy, and this evil power uses us."

Yekrik nodded: "Take care, Sen'jin, I will tell the king of Zul'Gurub's change when I go back, and try to persuade King Rastakhan and Zul to send troops to help you."

"Okay," the worry in Senjin's eyes flashed away.

The elven rangers in the enchantment fortress also saw the red mist rising into the sky, but they were confident in the enchantment, so they didn't care.

However, the trolls strengthened by the power of Hakkar rushed straight into the thick fog under the command of Mandokir, and protected those trolls enchanters to insert a large number of totem poles, red energy balls, and red lightning. Flying out of the woodland continuously, the troll warriors also threw their weapons toward the barrier. They made a "cracking" sound after hitting the barrier.

"Lor'themar, can the barrier still be able to hold it?" Li Leisa walked to the watchtower of the fortress and watched the troll's attack. The barrier began to flicker, as if it would shatter in the next second.

"Our energy crystal inventory is still too much," the ranger quietly watched the various spells flying out of the thick fog and all kinds of weapons being thrown out, and then turned his head to face Halduron Brightwing, "Our plan Are you all clear?"

"Yes, Captain Theron," Halduron quickly stood at attention.

"Go and inform our logistics staff, and always pay attention to the energy consumption of the enchantment! The longer we drag here, the smoother Aristophanes will be!"

In Lineumoville, Aristophanes met Isarios and Melin Serra.

"Any other dragons come to support?"

"It should be gone," Isarios shook his head. "According to His Royal Highness Ysera's orders, only my Royal Highness and I will go to the south with you and give you cover."

"I'm afraid you two are not enough? There are tens of thousands of trolls there, and there are terrible creatures they summoned."

"It doesn't matter," Isarios said, "I can do what His Royal Highness was able to do back then, not to mention that there is still Melin Sera assisting me. It must be no problem!"

The wizard mage glanced at him and nodded: "Well, let's take a break and set off early this morning!"

Then Aristophane returned to the front line again and planned something with Alleria. In the early morning, riding Adelina along the high mountain wall began to climb rapidly, and two green dragons followed closely behind.

When they arrived at the top of the mountain, the two green dragons buckled their wings and planned to take a rest, while Aristophane came to the cliff and looked at the troll city covered by green and red mist.

"When are we going down?" Melin Sera came to him.

The wizard mage looked up at the upcoming double moon, and calculated the time: "Wait a minute, wait for Ms. Bai to completely fall, we will start to act again in the darkest time before dawn~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Should we be so careful? "

"After all, there are only three of us," Aristophane said, "and to be honest, now this distance is a bit far away, if I get closer, I should be able to use some means to completely destroy this group of troll cities."

"There are many innocent mortals in there that are not contaminated. They are the best sacrifices of Haka," Isarios stepped forward. "And last time in the temple, you also saw Haka from the dead. The body gathers strength, so in this case..."

"Try to focus only on the first evil, that is, the shatterer of the gods, well, time is almost up, let's go." The wizard mage replied, and then glanced at the double moon that had completely fallen under the sea, and released the slow fall technique for himself , Jumped straight down.

Isarios and Melinsera also returned to their dragon form and swooped down. The brightly lit troll city had no idea what kind of attack they were about to face.

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