Today's storm bay is sunny and windy, well, it's a good day for fishing.

The famous angler of the kingdom of Neo-Stormgard is Nat. With a yawn, Pag carried his beloved fishing rod and dragged his parasol to the wide deck of the Kurtilas third-class transport ship Mackerel.

While greeting a dozen "fishing friends" around him, he set up a position, skillfully hung the best bait on the hook that shone with golden light, and then stood up, threw the rod in a very chic posture, sank the hook under the sea below the deck, and then leisurely picked up the water glass next to him, leaned back on the chair, and chatted with the Draenei angler next to him.

"I said, you human nobles are really wrong..."

The Draenei angler was an old man, with a weathered fishing hat and a jeweled rod in his hand, and he turned his head to talk to Pug, whose eyes were always on the delicate rod of the old Delaney, which, in his more than ten years of fishing, was anything but ordinary.

"You say every day..."

Pug snorted and withdrew his gaze, glancing at the old Draenei man beside him, the human fisherman in his 30s, and said with a smile:

"The nobles must be looking for something, and inviting us over to some "fishing tournament" is just a pretense, just look at the heavily armed sailors, what are they waiting for... Although I don't know what they're waiting for. ”

Nat. Pug flicked his tongue and shrugged:

"Anyway, you have money for every day you stay, so why not do it. Speaking of which, I had another dream last night. ”

"Come on, Pug, you dream every day!"

"It's still some absurd dreams!"

"Didn't you say last time that a demon city would rise from the middle of the sea, and countless demons would pour out of that city and kill everyone?"

"That's not right! No, what Pug said was that after the demons rushed out, they were driven back by the undead, who claimed that the undead were the protectors of humanity and the world... Hahahaha, if you want me to say, you must have drunk too much again! ”

Before Pug could say anything, the anglers around him laughed and mocked him, as if Pug was telling some joke... In fact, it is, Nat. Pug is a peculiar angler, he not only has a perfect fishing skill, but also a short temper to match his skills, but all the stories about Pug are indispensable to Pug's absurd dreams.

He's a guy who likes to "dream"... Uh, to take this phrase literally! It is said that when Pug was a young man, an unknown fisherman in the town of Nanhai, he dreamed that he would become a master fisherman in the future, fishing freely on the coastline of Kalimdor, and becoming a legend in the fishing world...

And this dream has come true, he is now a famous master of fishing, anyone who loves fishing has heard of his name, but this is perhaps the only dream of all Pug that has come true.

He had dreamed that Tarummir would fall to the hands of the undead, and that the resurrected undead would besiege Southsea, but in fact, in the War of the Darkblades, Southseatown would fall before Tarunmere.

He also dreamed that the most mysterious valley in the world would be invaded by a powerful archdemon, and the night elves would do everything to defeat the demon, but in fact, the only archdemon who had ever appeared, Akmund, had just entered Azeroth, and was killed by a cannonball on the land of the north.

Pug's latest "dream prophecy" is about the Zerg of Chira, and he swore to the others a few days ago:

"The coalition will suffer heavy damage, but the heroes will eventually slay an ancient god hidden in the abyss... It is the one who provokes the worms to invade the world. ”

Of course, as ever, no one believed in Pug's dreams at all.

And now, before Pug could speak, he was ridiculed, which made the irascible angler clench his fists, but just as he was about to refute, he was stopped by the old Draenei fisherman beside him, who handed him a cigar cigarette, lit it for Pug, and then said slowly:

"Ignore them, Pug, they're just jealous of your endless talent for fishing, tell me, about your dreams, you may not know, in our Draenei civilization, dreams predict the future is real, and even the Great Prophet Viren occasionally sees the future through dreams... If you want me to say, Pug, your problem is not in dreaming, but in not being able to discern the reality of the future... What you see is only the possibility of the future, not the real future. ”

The old man glanced at the thoughtful Pug, and he whispered:

"If you were a Draenei, Pug, you would be the best disciple of the Great Prophet, alas... You're a human being, in short, let's talk about it, just take it as a relief from boredom. ”

"Okay."

Pug took a sip of wine, shrugged his shoulders, and said mysteriously to the old Draenei:

"I dreamed of heaven last night! True Heaven, listen to me, I dreamed of angels flapping their wings in the dark, with golden spears in their hands, sashes and splendid armor, who came to lead us mortals into heaven, where there is another world, a perfect world, without war, without hunger, without pain..."

Pug's eyes narrowed, and he recalled his dream, and he said:

"It is ruled by a man called the Lord of Souls, a just and powerful god, a protector of humans, elves and orcs, who protects the world from the twisted darkness, and I see death... Those who are armed with scythes, dressed in rag robes, and whose faces are not visible... Oh! Oh, my God! ”

Nat. Before Pug could finish his words, the fishing rod in front of him began to surge wildly, and Pug grabbed the fishing rod, but the great force from the fishing rod carried Pug off the deck, and the old Draenei quickly grabbed the screaming Pug's leg, and the others also rushed to help.

Pug, who was held in the air with a straight fishing rod and the crowd, shouted:

"It's a big guy! Fast! Go and call the mages, I've got it! ”

Pug's shout alarmed the sailors, who hurriedly turned the harpoon guns on the bow and stern, and in the midst of the splashing of the water, the beast under the sea was pierced by the sharp harpoon, and in the midst of the blood escaped, the beast went berserk, and dragged the whole ship towards the bay.

"Don't panic!"

The mage stationed on the ship roared, and after calculating the distance of the magic, several cold ice picks pierced the water, and with the help of other mages, half of the sea was quickly frozen.

Ten minutes later, the great white shark impaled by four harpoons was sealed in ice and lifted to the deck, and the sight of the shark's blue eyes and beautiful blue scales on its belly, as well as its size, which was three circles larger than its peers, made the mage breathe a sigh of relief.

This is a manifestation of being infected and changed by magic from the inside, that is to say, there are some things rich in a huge amount of magic in the belly of this shark, and the magic fragments thrown away by the blue dragon... It should be in the belly of this shark.

"Nat. Mr. Pug, thank you for your contribution to the Empire... This fish can at least get you a knighthood. ”

In the face of the mage's thanks, Pug shrugged, he was not interested in such things as titles, not to mention, he would soon be going to the Eastern Continent, and he might live there for a few years, and the title of the empire would be even more useless.

However, catching this strange shark was not without its benefits, and at the parting of the night, the old Draenei handed Pug his precious gem rod with an unhappy face, which he had brought out from Argus, but now, Pug had won a bet between the two of them, and it was the angler Nott. Pug's "loot" too.

Of course, the old Draenei also got a good fishing rod made by Pug himself, which can be regarded as a friendship between fishing friends.

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"Master Deerhelm, the Empire's master angler has found the mana shard, and it will be sent here in 1 day!"

A human herald burst into the office of the Cenarion Fortress and shared the good news with the Coalition Commander, who had been agitated for the past few days, and after hearing the good news, Deer Helm, who was discussing something with the other commanders, looked up sharply, and a flash of joy jumped in his eyes.

"So fast? Are all the Empire's master anglers monsters? ”

The Great Druid let out a sigh of emotion, he thought it would take at least a month, or even months, for this real "needle in a haystack" task, but now only 5 days have passed, and the anglers of the Empire have found the magic shard, which is simply too smooth.

The last missing piece of the quicksand scepter is about to be delivered, the recruitment of coalition soldiers on the anti-worm front is also going well, the goblin's hot sand consortium sees the victory and is willing to add more arms assistance, General Santis, who heard about the war in the southern Xinjiang and urgently returned to the fortress in the first place, will also rush to the battlefield with 30,000 troops stationed in the fortress headquarters, and the orc chief said yesterday that the orcs will send a legion to participate in this war against the worms, and it is said that the warsong clan that is the most capable of fighting is sent...

Everything went so smoothly that it was as if there was a force in the dark pushing the course of Silisus' war... But the more this happened, the more obvious the worry in the deer helmet's heart became.

Bugs... Is it true that there was no reaction to the defeat in the Tanaris desert? Not only have their recent activities been infrequent, but they have even been a little more sluggish than ever, the soldiers of Cenarion Fortress have been replenished with ammunition, and these days they are clearing the Great Ash Hive closest to the Fortress in the Great Desert, and the Sentinels, with the help of the Order, blow up the pillars inside the hive with explosives, and the bugs are fighting back... But anyone with a brain can see that the bugs' counterattack seems... Very perfunctory.

Plus another strange thing that happened recently...

"Where the hell did those Voldemorts go?"

Kurtaz, the Grand Lord of the Order who rushed to Cenarion Fortress, pounded the map in front of him angrily, and the coldness in the eyes of the dwarf death knight became deeper and deeper, and he was like a hunter who had let go of his prey, and it was very difficult to accept the situation in front of him.

"How did they disappear overnight?"

The dwarf looked up at the fortress commander Marris, who asked in a Saras-like accent with an odd accent:

"Your Horned Eagle Knights should be monitoring this desert day and night, and you haven't found anything, have you?"

"Nope."

Marris glanced at the dwarf whose eyes shone with a faint blue light and exuded a cold aura all over his body, and he shook his head:

"At least I haven't received a similar report, the Twilight Hammer began its activities here years ago, they built three large camps on the edge of the desert, and I have no clue about their sudden disappearance, as much as you do."

"That's tens of thousands, not thousands... How can you be clueless? ”

The dwarf said in the voice characteristic of the icy and hollow Death Knight:

"Can you ensure the loyalty of those Hippriff Knights? Are you sure they tell you everything? ”

"What do you mean?"

Marris's expression also became unpleasant, and the veteran of the Battle of the Ancients glared at the dwarf and said:

"You can't doubt that the warriors of Kadore can be stationed here for a thousand years, and it has proven the loyalty of everyone here!"

"Oh? Is it? ”

The dwarf snorted with a little disdain:

"You haven't dealt with these cultists at all, and their demagogic skills are no worse than your priests, believe me, elves, this fortress already has their "eyes", the stench of those madmen... I can smell it! ”

Elven Commander Marlis ignored this slightly malicious remark, but to be honest, he had the same doubts in his heart.

After coming into contact with the Order, Marris learned that the crazed Death Knights had set up camp on the other side of the Cylithus Desert, in the rocks near the Twilighthammer cultist camp.

For more than a month, these well-armed killers have been exterminating the cultists in this place in a planned, batch, and ruthless manner, like the most ruthless hunters and butchers, and after allied with the elves, they have a clear map of the place, and they immediately launch a fruitful attack.

The Twilight Hammer lost a large camp five days ago, and these mad death knights didn't have a single one alive at all.

That's a camp of over 10,000 people! In the vision of the Night Elf Horned Eagle Beast Knights, they could clearly see how these Death Knights slaughtered those cultists, threw their corpses into the big sand pit, and then set fire to the ** depraved camp.

Presumably out of a reluctance to provoke the Night Elves, these Death Knights didn't "use" the corpses of those cultists to make a fuss...

"Their disappearance must be inseparable from the insects..."

The deerhelm looked at the map in front of him, and after a moment, he said to Marlis:

"Lord Kurtaz's concern is justified, and with the current situation that the army is about to enter Silisus, we should indeed "clean up" the fortress in advance... A traitor who is familiar with the fortress is no weaker than a horde of enemies at a critical moment! ”

"I'll leave it to you, Marris. Before Santis arrives, solve this problem, you should be well aware of Santis's style of doing things, if it is left to her to do it... Things can get a lot of trouble... Quite a hassle. ”

The persuasion of the deer helmet has a deep meaning, and he also knows the famous Santis. The elven commander of General Hazuki's style of doing things hesitated for a moment, and finally, he nodded.

"Okay! Leave it to me. ”