"Orgrim, our scouts discovered a group of very strange... elves."
Grommash carried an ax and walked into the dark camp where Orgrim was. He lifted up the door curtain with the scourge skull mark and the first words he said made Orgrim raise his head.
He put down the map in his hand and asked, "Well...the prey is coming, let the soldiers prepare."
"Hmph, there are only about ten of them. I can handle it all by myself. Why bother to create such a big battle?" Grommash had never been very fond of those extremely weak elves. "Let me bring a few death knights." Well, it’s foolproof.”
Orgrim thought for a while, waved his hand, and agreed to Grommash's plan. Since Grommash was willing to take over the job, he was not going to stop him.
But at this moment, another figure in the tent stood up and said, "I'll go too."
"Kilrogg?"
The two of them made confused sounds in unison, and looked at the figure on the side in unison. He had the same tall and strong body as other orcs, and a ferocious and terrifying appearance. Even if he became a death knight, he still retained the orc tradition. war marks, but these are not as distinctive as his empty left eye socket.稫
Kilrogg Deadeye, former chieftain of the Bleeding Circle clan and current death knight.
Grommash was ordered to collect warriors for the Lich King in the outer realm. Arthas did not want the souls of the orc ancestors who were too old, but those orc warriors who drank the blood of demons were good "material."
Kilrogg is one of the warriors Grommash is looking for. After waking up, the former Blood Circle chief was not as confused or entangled as other people who were reborn as death knights. He just took one last look at his former life. His hometown - Tanaan Jungle, which has become a wasteland, is now the Hellfire Peninsula, and then left with Grommash.
When he was resurrected, the Lich King's will and corresponding knowledge had been poured into his mind, but Kilrogg didn't care about this. What he really wanted now was revenge.
"I have been training to better control my power. Now the time has come. I need some real battles to let me relive the feeling I had when I was alive." Kilrogg took out a Holding the long-handled mace engraved with runes, he brushed his fingers over the sharp needles, as if recalling the feeling of fighting in his lifetime.
Orgrim nodded. He could understand Kilrogg's thoughts, so he said, "Then set off quickly. Those elves are cautious by nature and will not stay outside their shields for too long."
...竫
"We need to move faster, Oculus - they feel very uneasy being away from the Nightwell." Thalyssra hugged her staff, but her eyes swept over her subordinates.
The Children of the Night have strong arcane affinity under the nourishment of the Night Well, but the price paid is that if they stay away from the Night Well for a long time or are cut off from the well water, their bodies will weaken rapidly, and eventually they will even be killed. Devoured by addiction, he becomes a mindless walking zombie.
They had not been away from Suramar for a long time, but without the protection of the Nightwell and the shield, Thalyssra's soldiers and mages were still growing uneasy.
Although they can still feel the presence of the Nightwell, this only makes them more eager to return to Suramar City instead of wandering around in the outside world.
"Wait a minute, let me look for it again!" Oculus muttered to himself as he rummaged through his notebook, "This is it... Shal'alan, the former elf town, where the magic network is. Illuminated.”
Thalyssra sighed. With Oculus's entranced look, it was very likely that it would be impossible to end the exploration in a short time. But fortunately, this place is not far from Suramar City. There should be nothing but beasts - —
"Lord Thalyssra! It's the Withered Ones! They're approaching quickly!" A sentry warned at this time, and then Thalyssra's team saw dozens or hundreds of Withered Ones running towards them crazily.稫
"Oops, they smell magic." Thalyssra's expression changed drastically. Although they were well-equipped, they would definitely use magic to deal with so many withered spells. The burst of arcane energy would only cause More withers coming!
No one knows how many Nightborne have been exiled from the city in the past ten thousand years, nor do they know how these withered ones can survive in the wild for so long.
The soldiers immediately raised their shields and surrounded Thalyssra and Oculus. Although being away from the Nightwell made these children of the night a little nervous, at least as well-trained elites, they would not reveal their presence when facing a group of withered spells. What a flaw.
Under the cover of spells and magic equipment, Oculus glanced at the withered magicians who had been charging into the position without fear of death, and came up with an idea, "The magic network transmission nodes here have been opened. We can use them to quickly Teleport away."
"Then why don't you hurry up?!" Thalyssra gritted her white teeth and wanted to hit Oculus on the head with her staff.
After knowing that Thalyssra was really angry, Oculus stopped looking for trouble and quickly recited a spell to connect the surrounding teleportation nodes. After all, the level of teleportation master was there. Before the withered spells gathered further, Oculus found the accurate node location and used teleportation magic to lead the team out of the dangerous place.
When the brilliance of the teleportation magic dissipated little by little, Oculus was still talking, "Ah, my research is indeed correct. These ancient magic network nodes have been activated. You see, now we should be in-"
Before he could finish his words, he felt a bone-chilling chill sweep over him, which made the teleportation master shudder. At the same time, he wondered: this node should be the ruins of the temple on the ground, why would it be allowed to Why does he feel so cold?
Soon, Thalyssra answered his doubts.
"Where did you teleport us to?!" Thalyssra looked at the undead walking all over the ground and the natural disaster flags hanging around the camp. The alarm bell in her heart was ringing frantically. The chill brought by the breath of death seemed to make her The blood flow became viscous.
Grommash, who was packing his things and preparing to intercept Thalyssra's group, was holding an ax and looking at the Nightborne he had sent to his door with some confusion.
"What's happening here?"
Kilrogg walked slowly to Grommash and asked, pointing at the Nightborne who were standing there like statues.
Of course Grommash didn't know what was going on, but that didn't stop him from doing what he wanted to do next. The bellicose Warsong Chief held the handle of the axe, his smile full of sunshine, "No matter what his situation is, he came just in time. We can save ourselves a trip!"
Kilrogg clicked his tongue in surprise, and at the same time slammed the long-handled mace onto the ground. The filthy evil aura instantly dispersed, outlining a forbidden magic realm in the surrounding area, and at the same time restricted all means of transmission. .
Unless Kilrogg is defeated, no one except for guardian-level arcane users can even think of teleporting away directly from here.
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