Spellcasting Heavens

Time flies, and a month passes quickly.

On the coastline of the western wilderness, a huge wooden sailboat has been built. The three towering masts are covered with white canvas. Countless fishmen, jackals and a small number of human sailors are busy busy, or necessary for loading and unloading the ocean. food, fresh water, and alcohol, or check for signs of water seepage under the hull.

As for Adam, he was standing on the deck looking into the distance, patiently waiting for the tide to rise.

Only when the tide completely submerges the beach can the ship named Dawn leave the land and sail into the sea.

Just as he kept measuring the depth of the water with his eyes, the entire hull suddenly shook violently, and then he heard an old man with a beard shouting at the top of his lungs: Quick! Raise the sail! Everyone! Come forward on the deck!”

Ah!!! Holy light! We are finally going to sea! Mia clung to the guardrail at the edge of the deck and screamed excitedly.

After more than a month of training, she has learned a series of shooting techniques that contain magical energy, including arcane shooting, multi-shooting, and wind arrows. She looks full of confidence, completely unlike the shy and timid country girl before. girl.

Hahahaha! The sea! Here we are! God! I can't believe in my dreams that one day I will be able to embark on a magnificent adventure. Eagle, the oldest of the three, grinned.

This young man is currently wearing a piece of scale armor, carrying a two-handed sword behind his back. His arms are thick and strong, and his eyes reveal the unique perseverance of a warrior.

As for George, the last one to learn magic, he had already put on dark blue robes and asked his teacher with a smile: Sir, are we about to set off?

Yes! The tide has not reached the side of the ship. As long as the wind is strong enough, we will be able to move the ship soon. Adam nodded slightly and replied.

Squeak!

As the white sails filled with wind, the mast finally made an overwhelmed sound, and at the same time the hull began to move slowly. Coupled with the rising tide, in less than ten minutes, the ship left the beach and floated on the water. , quickly left the coastline and headed towards the deep sea.

Seeing that they were out of the dangerous waters that could be full of reefs, the old man who first called out stepped in front of Adam and asked in a respectful tone: Sir, where should we go first?

Of course it's the Broken Isles. I heard that there is the most incredible energy storm in Azeroth, and I want to experience it for myself.

” Adam put on a look of obsession and made up a random excuse.

As a special life form evolved from artificial intelligence, he had long recognized that the old man in front of him who claimed to be a pirate was actually a spy sent by Stormwind City's MI7 to monitor him.

However, in order to conceal the true purpose, he did not rush to expose the other party, nor did he intend to throw him into the sea to feed the fish. Instead, he made the best use of the material and appointed the other party as the first mate on the ship, responsible for managing the crew and daily affairs.

After all, as long as he does something that threatens the alliance, the secret agent will not only not fall out, but will always perform well and protect the entire plan.

Damaged Islands? A strange color flashed through the old man's eyes, and he hurriedly bent down and bowed, then turned around and loudly gave orders to the sailors at the top of his lungs to adjust the course.

No one noticed that when he passed the right side of the ship, he quietly threw a wine bottle with a note into the sea.

When the ship gradually moved away, a guy with an underwater breathing apparatus suddenly emerged from the sea, grabbed the bottle and swam towards the coastline.

You know without asking that the destination of the Dawn must be written on the note in this bottle.

It took about three hours for the message in the bottle to be handed over to Mathias Shore.

The master assassin just glanced at it, and immediately frowned and murmured to himself: The Broken Islands? If I remember correctly, the tribe sent an envoy to inform the king some time ago, saying that it was discovered on the continent of Kalimdor. A huge black dragon, the direction it flies to is the Broken Islands, right?

Yes, boss. To this end, the tribe also sent Vol'jin, the leader of the Darkspear tribe, and we also sent an investigation team, led by the Kirin Tor Council Archmage Ansrem Ruinwevor. Team. A slim, young and beautiful female assassin next to him winked and quickly gave a positive reply.

Unfortunately, Mathias Shore was not too interested in women. He threw the note into the brazier, crossed his hands and held his chin, lost in thought.

After a full minute, he suddenly asked: What do you think...this suspicious mage wants to do when he goes to the Broken Islands?

Don't ask me, boss. I'm a thief. How do I know what's going on in the mage's mind? A dwarf shrugged helplessly at first.

The female assassin also shook her head, saying that she didn't know either.

Two losers! Forget it, let's ignore this matter for now. How did the investigation go when I asked you to investigate the unusual movement in the Undercity last time? Mathias Shore raised his head, his eyes as sharp as blades. of cold light.

We only found out that the Royal Apothecary Society seems to have smuggled a batch of sealed jars to Northrend. As for what is inside, it is still unclear. But my guess is that it is probably some kind of magical plague they developed. . You know, since the establishment of the Royal Apothecary Association, it has been developing magical plagues that are more terrifying than the undead natural disasters. Now that we have to deal with the Lich King, it is naturally impossible not to use them. The dwarf thief touched his chin. The beard on the top expressed his speculation.

Magical plague?! Damn it! The regent, Duke Bolvar Fordragon, seems to be uniting the tribes in the past few days to launch a general attack on the Gate of Scourge. We must send this news to him to let him be on guard. Madia S. Shore slammed the table and stood up from his seat.

But before he could decide who to send, another agent hurried in and shouted out of breath: No! It's not good! Master! The latest news! The Forgotten are in the Battle of the Gate of Scourge. , launched a terrible magical plague, and all the participants were killed. King Varian was furious about this, and was about to personally lead the coalition forces north to completely destroy the Undercity and completely purify those damn undead.

Oh - my God! What shouldn't have happened happened!

It's a disaster! Those forgotten people must pay the price!

…

All of a sudden, everyone in MI7 was clamoring to give these backstabbing bastards some color, not knowing that just now they had missed the last chance to save the fate of Azeroth.

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