"Bang"

In the warmth of the Iron Forge, the temporary governor of the Kazmodan district, Roglio, slammed his fist on the table in front of him, and he raised his head and looked at the orc high-ranking death knight in front of him with a gloomy expression, and he almost squeezed a question out of his teeth.

"You tell me, they ran away?"

"You tell me that the hundreds of thousands of dwarves who were trapped in the Coldridge Valley by us are like throwing them into a trap have disappeared?"

"That's hundreds of thousands! That's not a hundred thousand mice! How could they have disappeared without a trace overnight? ”

The high-ranking knight who was questioned was a little nervous, in fact, the simple orc death knight himself felt like a madman for what he said, but he had to say, facing the angry Roglio, he said in a dry voice:

"Lord, we have divided 30 high-ranking knights, and they are constantly monitoring those dwarves in the sentry in the Cold Ridge Valley, just yesterday afternoon, they strangely gathered in the fortress of Anweimar, those dwarves lined up into the fortress, but they did not come out... It wasn't until midnight that we sensed something was wrong and ventured into the fortress of Anwemar to check it out..."

"But there's no one there, as crazy as it sounds, but they've really disappeared into thin air, and the other knights can testify that it's not like we're negligent, the dwarves must have used some tricks we don't know about..."

"Have you checked the ground?"

The wrath of the necromancy came and went quickly, and soon, Roglio calmed down, and he sat back in his chair, rubbing his chin and closing his eyes, thinking, the high-ranking death knights have their own wisdom, and they will not choose to hide it in such a big thing.

In the face of Roglio's inquiry, the high-ranking knight nodded:

"Yes, my lord, we've searched every inch of the fortress of Anwemar, but we haven't found any secret passages, but... In the basement of the deepest part of the fortress, there is a remnant of energy that we have never seen before, and the dark warlocks who accompany the army guess that the dwarves must have performed a ritual similar to opening a portal there, but the magic there is normal... This is also what makes us puzzled. ”

"Bang"

As soon as the High Knight finished speaking, the door to the Governor's office was pushed open, and a crow in black leather armor walked into the office and shook his hand at the High Knight, who immediately deferentially left.

"Found them."

Raven tossed a vague magic mark on Roglio's table, and the wall was visible as the direction of a strait, with many black dots on it.

"The coastline northwest of Kazmodan, it's impossible to reach in the normal way, but the dwarves are there now, and the Third Fleet of Kurtiras, cruising the wetlands, has turned around and is heading towards that shore... So if you don't plan to mobilize all your forces to stop the Kurtilas at sea, then we won't be able to keep these dwarves. ”

The legendary Raven Assassin scratched the beautiful black feathers on his head with his claws, and he asked, somewhat puzzled:

"Have you figured out why? How did these dwarves cross nearly a thousand kilometers overnight and emerge on the shoreline? ”

"They're using some kind of weird magic."

Roglio threw the vague magic mark on the table, crossed his legs, rested on the edge of the table, leaned back in his chair, rubbed his forehead, closed his eyes, and said:

"A magic we've never encountered before, mass teleportation, hundreds of thousands of people, unimaginable... If this mode is used frequently, it will be a terrible threat to us, and I am going to invite the Grand Lich to visit the fortress of Anvimar in the Coldridge Valley, and hopefully he will give us a reassuring answer. ”

"As for the dwarves... Let them be. ”

Roglio grabbed a document on the table, flipped it open and looked at it:

"The law and order situation in Kazmodan is not optimistic, I don't want another hundred thousand thorns, speaking of which, have you seen Tyrion? From yesterday afternoon until now, it's as if he's missing..."

The crow shrugged, and a hint of curiosity flashed in his black eyes:

"Your Majesty departed at midnight yesterday to the Valley of Thorns, and he said that he was going to fulfill an important promise, and that I was also leaving Ironforge, to the Arathi Heights, to contact our Lady Nassa... I've heard she's been doing a lot of work over there lately, and it's been a pleasure working with you, Rog. ”

"Me too."

The governor of the district of Kazmodan stood up, straightened his clothes, and stretched out his hand to the raven:

"Good luck with you, friend, and we'll see you on the next battlefield!"

——————————————————

"Hmm... It's not the same place as the last time I was here. ”

In the jungle of the Valley of Thorns, Tyrion on a skeletal horse frowned, looking at the extremely lush black vines growing on both sides of the road, looking at the curved horn thorns on the surface of those vines, he could probably guess what these strange plants were used for nourishment.

"Yes, the plants here are more than they seem to be... It's more aggressive. ”

The Blood Mistress who walked side by side with Tyrion on the tree-lined path also frowned, staring at the more lush jungle around her, as a top ranger, she could feel the gaze hidden in the darkness of the jungle, the aggressive gaze, some of which belonged to beasts, but others, came from disturbing plants.

In the forests controlled by the Blightcaller, there are far more dangers than just beasts.

"I hate this place!"

Blood mage Ottem pushed the monocle on his face, and casually threw out a ball of corrosive blood arrows, which corroded the ugly and hideous young man-eating flower hiding in the grass next to him, and watched the twisted creature turn into a disgusting pulp of flesh in the struggle, he turned to the blood mage beside him and said:

"The plants here have been seriously activated, their intelligence is low, but they are full of aggression and power that do not match their wisdom, no sane creature should enter here, however, this place is a real feng shui treasure for alchemists, I am going to transfer my laboratory here, the activated plants collected here will definitely be able to blend potions with amazing effects."

"Then you first have to have a good relationship with the "master" here. ”

The blood mage Saiwen, who was becoming more and more of a legendary vampire, waved his delicate sleeves, and a long sword made of blood appeared in the palm of his hand, and the blood mage whispered:

"Alert! Guys, there's something coming! ”

"Bang Bang Bang"

The sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping sounded in the dense forest, accompanied by the violent shaking of the trees, as if something dangerous was approaching, and the two blood mages prepared for battle, but a moment later, a familiar scream sounded in the forest.

"Aha! Got you! Don't run! ”

"Buzz"

A few seconds later, a group of black vampire bats flew out of the quiet forest, and in the blink of an eye, they returned to the group, and with the scream of the little black bat, the hooded dwarf vampire appeared, and she was disheveled, as if she had just finished a fight with a gorilla, and in her hand she was still clutching a struggling crimson vine, which was full of sharp barbs that looked like a long whip.

"Your Majesty, Mistress, we have found the base camp of those forest spirits."

Ella leaned over and saluted the two big men, and she said in a gnome's shrill voice:

"The Blightcaster Druids are there, Myra is negotiating with them, and it's said that their leader, a guy named Harvest Wizard, has gone to fight the savage trolls, so we may have to wait a while."

"Well, lead the way."

Tyrion just nodded, while Aurelia beside her looked curiously at the bright red vines in Ella's hand, and she asked curiously:

"Gnome imp, what are you holding in your hand?"

Hearing this, Ella, who was trying to wrap the disobedient dark red vines around her waist, raised her head and showed a sweet smile to the Blood Master:

"This is my trophy, I found it in the garden where the forest elves cultivated, you see, it's tough, and it's rare, it's like a perfect whip, in our dwarf legends about vampires, those vampires have their own whip, it's cool!"

"Oh? Sounds really good. ”

The Blood Lady hooked her finger at Ella:

"Here, give it to me, let me see."

Ella flicked her wrist and tried to tame the dark red vine in her hand, but the strange plant with its own life was working against her, frantically trying to pierce her skin with its spikes until it fell into Aurelia's hands, and the Blood Mistress brutally poured her power into the unruly vine, and after a few moments, the vine, accustomed to juice, became shriveled but also obedient.

"Huh"

With a wave of her hand, Aurelia whizzed her shadow rolled like a snake on a branch by the side of the road, and with a flip of the Blood Master's wrist, a blood-sucking parrot smashed at Ella's feet.

"Buzz"

The blood-red vines rolled together obediently, and then Aurelia put them in the pocket of the warhorse, she looked at Ella, and nodded in satisfaction:

"It's a good whip, I like it, it's mine."

"No!"

The dwarf vampire let out a scream of annoyance, clutching her little head and grumbling:

"I waited a long time to steal it from the forest elf's garden! You can't just take it away! ”

"Yes, little Ella."

Aurelia grinned and said to the dwarf vampire:

"If you can steal the first one, you will definitely be able to steal the second, so be it, in exchange, when you have your own whip, I'll teach you how to use it, you know, this weapon is very difficult to use without professional training, now... Don't complain, little ghost, take us to the forest elves' camp. ”

So to the screams of the gnomes and the laughter of others, the group set off again... Well, it didn't take long to walk, and after a few minutes, they rounded the maze of strange trees, and in a quiet valley, Tyrion saw a fortress of trees that the forest spirits had carefully built.

If you don't mind the fierce and cruel revenge of the forest elves against the people who destroy nature, this three-story fortress made of trees is definitely the most beautiful building you can imagine, just like the home of the elves in a fantasy story, flowers and plants bloom among the trees, and between the vines of the three-story fortress, the nimble forest spirits jump between the fortresses.

And behind the fortress, there is the big garden that Ella said ... It was a very large garden, almost like a living encyclopedia of plants, and Alchem was almost immediately attracted to the garden, and the place full of all kinds of rare plants was like heaven to him.

Graceful vines hung like curtains around the fortress, and there were even wind chimes made of plants, and in this fortress, Tyrion also saw some Night Elves wearing wooden armor or vine robes, and it was clear that the Patriarch of the Blightring, Moyana, had been well on her mission in Mount Hyjal, and she had already had her first followers among her people.

"It's beautiful, I love it."

Aurelia stroked the delicate wooden carving in front of her and whispered to Tyrion:

"Maybe after a while, I should take my kids here for a long vacation."

Tyrion's attention was drawn to something else, it was some forest spirits patrolling on giant thorn beasts, it seemed that these plant creatures already had their own professional soldiers, and judging by their temperament, it was obvious that they were true warriors who had seen blood.

"That's a good idea because it's safe here..."

The King of the Blades smiled, and he followed his wife around the fortress, but soon Tyrion discovered something strange, such as the fact that there were trolls living at the bottom of the fortress... These creatures, who were supposed to be hostile to the forest elves, now seemed to be the same as the night elf druids, taking care of the plants around them.

"Unbelievable."

Tyrion flicked his wrist and looked at the trolls at work, "How did they convince these stubborn cannibals?" Look at them, they look like elven druids. ”

"Friend, don't make such a fuss, they have a seed implanted in their body... Lin Jing treated them cruelly, but... And they deserve it! ”

The strange and hoarse voice sounded not far behind the Tyrians, and Aurelia's hand immediately rested on the dagger at his waist, but was stopped by Tyrion, and the King of the Dark Blades turned his head to see a strange troll.

The expression on his face was not as peaceful as that of the other trolls, but rather full of a kind of sorrow and cunning, and the dark eyes were chaotic, but there was a twisted longing beating in them, and he was wearing a dirty robe, which he said was the robe that had lifted it, and it was more like a rag hanging from the thin body of the ribs, and around the troll's waist hung a row of bottles of various colors, filled with strange liquids.

"Oh, oh, wait, seeing that friends can't dress so casually, Zangier is really confused."

The troll became a little agitated and shy when he saw Tyrion looking at him, and he tried to hide his poor appearance, but the panic seemed very funny, and eventually, after realizing that his image was terrible, the strange troll turned around in frustration.

"Ah, the new friend hates Zangier, just like before, Zangier has no more friends."

"Hey, wait."

Just as the strange troll was about to leave, Tyrion called out to him, and beside Tyrion, Aurelia grabbed Tyrion's arm, and she could feel that the troll in front of her was very weird, not quite like a normal person, and a little dangerous.

But Tyrion gave Aurelia a reassuring smile, and then stepped forward, with a calm smile, and held out his hand to the troll:

"Zangir the Exile, do you want to be my friend?" <

Genius to remember the address of this site in a second:. Mobile version reading URL: