Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

After a rapid march along the lakeside path in the afternoon, Aristophanes and 500 rangers arrived at the place where the bandage trolls appeared before nightfall. He let the rangers rest on the spot and brought Adrian and Karls to the place. Go scouting ahead.

What catches them is a mess: the once prosperous vineyard has been occupied by those disgusting bandage trolls, the ground is scattered with farm tools and harvested grapes, and the farmland in the distance is also wandering with a lot of bandage giants. The devil, the same destruction is unimaginable.

　　 "Aren't these mummies?" Aristophane thought to himself.

　　 "Should we try the fighting power of these monsters?" Adrian asked quietly.

　　 Aristophane nodded, and Adrien took off the bow and arrow he was carrying, aimed at a troll mummy wandering alone in the distance, and slowly opened the compound bow in his hand.

　　 "Boom", accompanied by the sound of the bowstring, a bow and arrow instantly hit the mummy's back shoulder.

After 　　 was attacked, the troll slowly turned around, and after seeing Adrian shooting an arrow, he ran towards the three elves, and ran faster.

　　 Adrian remained unmoved and continued to shoot at the troll.

　　 "Boom", "Boom", "Boom", every time the troll is shot, it will pause for a while, and then continue to approach the three of them as if there is nothing wrong.

　　 "Aim at the head and try." Karls prompted from the side.

　　 Adrian nodded, and the next arrow hit the troll's head, but it still didn't kill him.

　　 "It seems that ordinary bows and arrows are basically useless to them, you two try its melee ability." Aristophanes ordered.

　　 Adrian stepped back, Karls drew his short knife and faced the troll.

　　 He waved the short knife in his hand, and quickly made several fatal wounds on the troll's body, and then slashed it at the troll's body.

With a "click", the troll's arms that the troll was trying to block were broken, and then his hands dropped. Karls seized the opportunity to chop off the head of the bandaged troll. Adrian let out a sigh.

However, before he could finish his breath, the things in front of him made his scalp numb: a strange talisman on the troll body began to emit a weird green light, and the clearly broken hands began to pull on the ground. Then it seemed to sense something, and crawled a little bit in the direction of the head.

　　 "This?" Adrian was stunned, and Karls was a little at a loss.

　　 "Let me come." Aristophane chanted the spell silently, mobilizing the secret energy in his body, and then a few flaming missiles condensed above his staff.

　　 "Go!" Aristophan controlled the flame missile and flew towards the head and body of the troll mummy.

　　 "Boom" is like dry firewood encountering a raging fire. At the moment when the missile hit the troll, the two separated parts suddenly burned, one big and one small like two torches.

The troll's body also struggled in pain, the green light on the body and the red light of the flame complemented each other, but after a while the flame overwhelmed the green light, and then the fire rose sharply again, and a cloud of blue smoke hovered from the flame. Rising up, Jol disappeared, and the troll soon burned only a large and a small pile of ashes.

　　 "Aristophane, what is this monster?" Adrien wiped his face, and said with lingering fear.

　　 "It looks like some kind of witchcraft creation, not afraid of ordinary physical attacks, but afraid of magic flames, how many magic arrows did we bring this time?"

　　 "Not much, two per person, a total of 1,000 magic arrows, half of the frost and fire." Kars replied.

　　 "How about the enchantment of melee weapons?"

　　 "This has not been counted, but the rangers who fight with trolls all year round have more or less fire enchanted weapons. Don't worry about this."

　　 "Why?" Aristophanes was curious.

　　 "Because only arcane and fire can inhibit the troll's ability to regenerate, and those unprepared rangers are basically dead." Adrian shrugged and answered the question for Kars.

　　 "Well, let's go back, discuss a plan, and start cleaning these ghosts tomorrow morning!"

After discussing for one night, early the next morning, Aristophanes divided the rangers into three teams, one under his command as a mobile team, and the rest let Karls and Adrian lead part of them, and then began to purge. Invading troll mummies.

　　 With the help of magic arrows and flame enchanted weapons, these mummies only wreaked havoc on the east bank of Lake Elendal for three or four days before they were almost destroyed by the rangers.

　　 They found that these resurrected monsters always have a weird amulet on them. After taking it down, these troll corpses will no longer move.

　　 Therefore, afterwards, the elves usually cut off the monster's head, and quickly took off the talisman while the body could not react, and then began to burn the troll's body.

　　 And Aristophanes also had a bunch of these strange amulets, he could feel a kind of energy that was different from arcane magic, that is, those green lights, but it was not time to study them.

　　 The next problem before them is how to deal with the tomb.

　　According to the report of the ranger returned from the reconnaissance, there are a lot of troll mummies wandering in the tomb. They are very sensitive to the breath of living people. The scout ranger has just passed through the tunnel and was noticed by those monsters before entering the tomb and had to retreat.

　　 "How about bombing the tunnel?" Karls suggested.

　　 "I just went and took a look. The tunnel leading to the tomb is very strong. To destroy it requires a lot of arcane bombs. We came out this time and didn't carry it."

　　 "What should I do?"

　　 "Well, Adrian, stay in the camp and wait for my news. Karls, you go choose a few rangers and follow me to clear the tomb."

　　 "Uh, just us?"

"Otherwise," Aristophane asked back. "Rangers are not suitable for large-scale battles in small tombs. You can see the fighting power of these monsters. We don't have much time. The most suitable thing is to bring a small team to clean up. ."

　　 "Okay, I'm going to choose."

　　 Soon Kars returned, followed by three heavily armed elves.

　　 "Okay, let's go, and strive to end this today!"

　　 After finishing speaking, Aristophane walked into the tunnel first while holding the staff. Kars and the others looked at each other, took out their melee weapons and followed them in.

Walking through the tunnel to the entrance of the tomb, Aristophane stood still and looked at the first tomb. With the light on the staff, he saw a lot of mummies wandering in the tomb in front of him. The depths of the tomb were not illuminated. More gloomy.

　　 Karls and others followed him step by step, staring at the troll mummies in front of him vigilantly.

　　 "Your mission is only one, protect yourself." After Aristophanes activated the secret energy in the body, the "Starfire" fragments on the top of the staff were spinning faster and faster, and the body of the staff was also stimulated and began to emit a faint white light.

　　 The mummies seemed to smell the scent of living people. They stopped wandering neatly and began to rush towards the few people at the entrance of the tunnel.

Karls and the others are standing next to Aristophanes. Although they are not wizards, they can still feel a burst of irritable energy in the air. The source is the wizard standing next to them, and they have seen their own Some hair drifted away.

　　 Kars turned his head, but was stimulated by the blue and white electric light to shed tears.

　　 "Electrostatic emission!" Accompanied by Aristophane's soft drink, Karls found that the light entwined around the staff quickly changed into long arrows, flying towards the troll mummy in the middle of the tomb.

He watched those electric long arrows hit the mummies closest to them, then burst open, and continued to rush to other mummies along the ground; while the troll mummies that were hit were immobile and suffered a lot of Hurt, the green light on the body kept flashing.

　　Under Aristophane's prolonged attack, the green light on their bodies became weaker and weaker.

　　 As the green light on the first mummy was exhausted, it fell to the ground, and the second and third also lost the ability to act again.

In the eyes of Karls and others, the arcane energy in Aristophane seemed infinite. The long arrows of electric light gush out from the top of the staff, swiftly through the air and hit the troll. , And then blue light splashed everywhere, making a "crack" sound.

　　 As the last troll in this tomb fell, Aristophan stopped the release of the spell, but did not stop the activation of the secret energy, so the staff still emitted a faint white light, just illuminating the dark tomb.

　　 "You send an elf to call someone," Aristophane said lightly, "Cut the corpses as they should be chopped, burn them, and then follow me with the rest to clean the remaining tomb."

　　 Soon Adrian led a group of rangers into the tomb with a torch, and found that the ground was full of "corpses" of troll mummies.

　　 "Aristophane did it all alone?"

　　 "Yes, my lord," the messenger said in awe, "Master Aristophane's arcane energy seems to be endless. He wiped out these resurrected trolls alone."

　　 At this time, they heard various "cracking" noises from the depths of the tomb. Some rangers were curious, and some were eager to try and wanted to look ahead.

"Well, there will be a chance to look inside, hurry up and start working! Collect the talisman on these mummies, and then put the grease we brought on their bodies, don't burn them, wait for Aristophanes Burn after cleaning."

　　 Following Adrien's orders and the movement of Aristophane's spells, the rangers began the hard work of moving their bodies.

　　 Whenever Aristophanes cleaned up a tomb, he sent the trolls who followed him back to inform Adrian, and then walked to the next tomb.

　　 The time soon came to the middle of the night, and Aristophane also felt a little tired.

　　 "This is the last tomb, Aristophanes." Karls said, pointing to a hole.

　　 "It's finally the last one, let's go." After finishing Aristophanes, he entered the tomb first.

　　 The tomb is very clean, there are no wandering troll mummies, but there is a troll-style altar in the center of the tomb.

"It seems that what is hidden here is the secret of the resurrection of trolls." Aristophane and others looked at the altar carefully. Against the background of the torch, the altar looked more and more eerie and terrifying, and there were giants with teeth and claws on it. Devil style mask.

　　 Aristophanes activated a flame missile, and then fired from the top of the staff toward the altar.

　　 However, to their surprise, the altar dissipated as soon as it touched, and the hit area quickly burned. Only the mask was protected by the blueish green light, resisting the erosion of the flame.

　　 Aristophanes stepped forward quickly, first picked the mask aside with the tip of the magic wand, and then quickly backed away, carefully watching the surrounding environment to prevent any ambush.

　　 After leaving the flame, the green light on the surface of the mask quickly disappeared, and it became unpretentious again, like an ordinary wooden mask.

　　 Aristophane took the mask from the ground after making sure the surroundings were safe. As soon as he started, he felt a wave of cold energy coming out of the mask, trying to erode his body, but as soon as this energy hit the secret energy in his body, it immediately retracted like a rabbit meeting an eagle.

　　 Aristophane was dumbfounded, he could only put away the mask first, and then walked to Karls and others.

　　 "Aristophanes, is it over?" Karls asked.

　　 Aristophanes nodded: "It should be over, but it does not rule out that there are fish that slip through the net. Let's clean up the troll bodies here first."

　　 Then Aristophane looked around the tomb and went out.

　　 After finding Adrian in other tombs, he clarified the situation in the tomb to Adrian, and then asked him to hurry up and clean up the body.

　　 Looking at the leaving figure of Aristophanes, Karls said to Adrian: "I know the meaning of this proverb."

　　 "Which sentence?" Adrian asked.

"Sometimes the gap between the elves and the elves is bigger than the gap between the elves and the mana floating dragon." Karls vomited, "It took me a long time to kill the two bandage monsters. He just spent half a night. I cleaned the entire tomb. You know Aristophanes is a thousand years younger than me! Have I survived a bobcat for this thousand years?!"

"The Lynx won't live for a thousand years," Adrian made up the knife. "Also, Taranas told me before that Aristophanes is different from ordinary Silvermoon City Elves, and I can see the difference. "

　　 "Where is it different?" Karls wanted to refute, but he was aroused by Adrian's words.

"Time concept." Adrian replied earnestly, "His time concept is completely different from ours. He does things vigorously and resolutely. I feel that it seems to be very similar to the mentality of the humans I saw during the Troll War. I think You feel the same too!"

　　 Karls thought for a while, it was really like this.

"But there is nothing wrong with this. The elves of Quel'Thalas need another and more energetic way of life. Okay, let’s stop talking, we quickly cleaned up the corpses and went back to the camp to rest. It starts at noon." After speaking, Adrian continued to greet the rangers under him and began to sort out the corpses in the tomb.

　　 When Aristophane walked out of the corridor, two rangers who were guarding the entrance saluted him.

　　 Aristophane stood at the entrance of the cave after returning the gift, looking at the sunrise on the horizon, seemingly lost in thought~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In fact, he looked at the system prompt:

　　 "Ding! [Amani Grave] mission is completed, your spellcasting experience has been improved! Items obtained: mysterious mask x1, troll amulet."

　　 "Ding! The main mission [Reinforcement of Tacquelin] has been opened. Mission requirements: Choose an appropriate method to solve the siege of Tacquelin by the Darkpine tribe, and rewards will be given as appropriate."

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　　 South of Taquilin, troll camp.

　　 Clive and Vargas, led by the troll guard, walked past a group of trolls and walked towards the huge tent in the center of the camp.

　　 "The chief is inside, you can go in!" The guard turned and left after speaking.

　　 "Dear Jagorakin, I'm back." Culiffe led Vargas into the tent and met the long-lost warchief.

"Ah, it's you, Kolief. It's time for you to come back." Gagolarkin stood up and walked towards Koliffe and Volgas. "As I said in my letter, Harraz's power is needed here. Your strength."

　　 Then he continued to ask: "How is it going?"

　　 "We made a deal with Bonsandi according to your instructions. He needs two altars and a chief priest." Clive said cautiously.

　　 "What about the effect?"

　　 "Very good, according to our scout description, the mummies directly attacked those long ears after waking up," Clive said.

　　 "That's good, just two altars, nothing," Jagorakin waved his hand.

　　 "You two hurry up and have a good rest. Tomorrow is the scheduled date for the launch of a large-scale offensive. I see what the long ears on the opposite side use to resist us!"