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Chapter 256 Why don’t I want to be a great musician?

A cave lizard cautiously poked its head out. The sun had not shone on the earth for two days. This can be fatal to a cold-blooded animal.

They need the sun to warm their bodies and rejuvenate them. Then go hunt and reproduce.

Everything here has changed now, and a thick fog has enveloped the place. Those poisonous insects that were afraid of light are now flying everywhere.

Click! A foot wearing delicate enchanted combat boots walked over, its slender white thighs completely exposed to the air. In order to maintain flexibility, her armor is full of hollow designs, which are exquisite and gorgeous, and only protect key parts. But behind her was a cloak of a different style, which completely protected her.

She raised a slender white hand and drove away a small insect: "This insect is poisonous. Please be careful."

A figure wearing a gorgeous robe walked over. "Don't worry, my antidote will satisfy you."

Romans said: "We are mercenaries under General Tandre of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras. We were hired to protect a shipment of goods, but we ended up being trapped here by the fog."

Tyran Fordring observed its expression carefully, and could not see the bloodthirsty and violent look of the orc at all.

Especially the fall of Silvermoon City, when he and the prince personally destroyed the contaminated Sunwell. This was a huge blow to him, and he began to reflect on himself and the previous policies of the high elves.

If it weren't for the sheep's head staff in its hand and the power of shadow and evil energy all over its body. Jaina thought the voice sounded a bit like the pandaren named Chen Stormstout who came to visit Taylan Fordring.

Before Tyran Fordring and the others could speak, Draxul said in a low voice: "Powerful travelers, I'm glad to see you. May the ancestors protect you on your journey safely."

Having said this, Draxul paused and glanced at Tyran Fordring.

Tyran Fording said: "We will speed up, and Master will talk to it in a moment. Demitia, please observe it carefully. Don't use spiritual comfort casually."

At this time Tyran Fording came over. Jaina immediately approached him.

"Kyle, do you sense it?"

When he was young, he was rude and arrogant, with the typical shortcomings of a high elf mage. Now that he is older, he has experienced many things and has come into contact with many people of other races.

The Dark Portal opened and we entered Azeroth. Because I mastered fel magic, I was able to join the Shadow Council. "

It turns out that the secret of the sun god Anser is also involved here. But now is not the time, and there is not only Anser's power here, but also a force that is only slightly weaker than it. Tyran Fordring knew that it belonged to the incarnation of the Demon King Sargeras.

Archmage Rommath is now the oldest person in the entire alliance.

All the bugs, beasts, birds, and even the low roars stopped.

Tyran Fording nodded.

In today's war, if a mage does not have a powerful spell that combines offense and defense, he is not worthy of being called a great mage. Legends are no longer the fulcrum of national power, demigods are.

"That war was extremely cruel. It was a fight between two worlds."

The woman in front hummed softly: "Can't you bear this little pain?"

Snap, it was frozen again. This time it didn't dare to move.

Both humans and high elves were slaughtered by you.

After bypassing a forest, a cave appeared in front of them. An aging orc stood in front of the cave.

Drax'ul, former shaman of the Stormreaver clan. A member of the Shadow Council and a brutal sorcerer.

At this time, Tyran Fordring suddenly froze for a moment, and he once again felt the power that existed in the Holy Light's Hope Chapel.

This high lord has saved so many high elf children, and he is the hope of the entire alliance against the evil. I should teach him the experience gained at the price of blood. Let him never make the same mistake again.

Tyrann Fordring shuts down Holy Ice. "There are a lot of troublesome people here. Let's find the warlock quickly."

Looking at these poisonous insects and strange-shaped plants, Tyran Fording frowned.

It's a pity that it is not as likable as the Pandaren, and it is not likely to drink with Taylan Fordring.

Snapped!

A huge flower of frost seemed to bloom on the entire island.

But there seemed to be more and more bugs. The girl stopped and raised her hand, trying to mobilize her ice power.

Rommath didn't mention the Scourge and the Burning Legion. He is old enough, and he knows that this place is related to the Burning Legion. He wouldn't even mention what happened in Kul Tiras.

"No matter how you explain it, the orcs destroyed their own world because they were greedy for power. After they were desperate, they brought the flames of war to our world.

An icy blue circle of light appeared under his feet and then slowly disappeared.

The Archmage interrupted the warlock directly: "Draxul, he was still a child at that time, and these have nothing to do with him."

"It is a warlock from the old tribe and has mastered many demonic spells. It has experienced many tragic battles and can easily damage your spirit."

At this time, Demitia, who was wearing the robe of a high-ranking archbishop, said: "These ancient creatures can survive to this day only because of their keen perception."

"We don't have a Tide Sage in our fleet, so we came here to seek your help."

"There are at least five powerful beasts here, so let's save some mana."

The older man whispered: "The power of demigods."

"I was originally the shaman of the Stormreaver clan, but later we were betrayed by Gul'dan. I drank the blood of demons and began to practice fel magic.

Tyran Fordring and Prince Kael'thas both took the initiative to step aside, allowing Elder Rommath to talk to the warlock.

People cannot always consider their own interests. Otherwise, when disaster strikes, no one will help you. The world is becoming more and more dangerous, and the extraordinary is beginning to dominate the world.

In the past, a strong army could protect a country. With a few mages and priests, you can protect your people.

The blond woman was Jaina. She ignored Windrunner walking in front, but she didn't use any spells either.

The old orc said directly: "I understand."

Kael'thas nodded and said: "Over there, there is a reaction from the shadows. Those orc warlocks are masters of playing with the power of shadows and evil energy."

"If there had been a warrior as powerful as you among humans at that time, the outcome would have been different."

Now it is wearing shabby clothes and a pointed hat. It looks tired and presses its forehead from time to time.

The girl's hair is pulled up, which is a hairstyle favored by girls in Kul Tiras after they get married. She had beautiful blond hair, but there was a strand of white hair on her forehead that naughtily tried to block her eyes.

At this time, a huge roar came, and then several giant trees were knocked down, and a terrifying ancient hydra rushed out from the depths of the jungle. It opened three mouths, trying to spit out lightning, venom and ice, preparing to make breakfast for itself.

"Actually, there are many powerful people on Azeroth, but they are all indifferent."

But it suddenly saw the tall man. It ignored the attack and turned around and ran away.

Archmage Romans said: "I have seen these bugs, and being bitten is very troublesome. Although the lady's punishment is very effective, I would rather be bitten."

Everyone nodded, and Tyran Fordring cast Divine Blessing on everyone.

It pointed to the dark circles under its eyes and said, "My name is Draxul, and I have been tortured by these dead souls."

Wherever the orcs go, the war burns. "

"Now you tell us how to get out of this fog, and we will help you get rid of those ghosts."

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