Azeroth’s Death Track

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Today's Storm Bay is windy and sunny, well, it's a good weather for fishing.

Nat Pag, a famous angler in the Kingdom of New Stromgarde, yawned, carried his beloved fishing rod and dragged his parasol to the third-class transport ship "Mackerel" of Kul Tiras Large deck.

He greeted a dozen "fishing friends" around him, while setting off his position, skillfully hanging the best bait on a fish hook shining with golden light, then stood up and threw it in a very chic posture Rod, sinking the hook under the surface of the sea below the deck, and then leisurely picked up the next glass and leaned on the chair, chatting with the draenei angler around him.

"I said, your group of human nobles and grandpas are really wrong..."

The draenei angler is an old man. He wears a weather-capped fishing hat, holds a fishing rod embellished with gemstones in his hand, twists his head to talk to pug, and pug always keeps his eyes on nadrai Looking at the elaborate fishing rod of Old Man Ni, this fishing rod is definitely not an ordinary product from the point of view of his ten years of fishing.

"You say..."

Pag snorted and looked back. He glanced at the old Draenei man beside him. The human fisherman over 30 years old said with a smile:

"The nobles are definitely looking for something, and we are invited to come to participate in the "fishing contest" is just a guise, just look at the heavily armed sailors, what they are waiting for... although I don't know they are waiting what."

Nat Pag flicked his tongue and shrugged:

"Anyway, I have money every day, why don't you do it. Speaking of it, I had another dream last night."

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

"Still absurd dreams!"

"Don't you say last time that a city of demons will rise from the middle of the sea, and countless demons will come out of that city to kill everyone?"

"No! No, Pug said that after the demons rushed out, they were rushed back by the undead. He claimed that the undead were the protectors of mankind and the world... Hahahaha, if you want me to say, you must drink again too much!"

Before Pug’s words, the anglers around him laughed and laughed at him as if Pug was telling a joke... In fact, it is true that Nat Pug is a peculiar fisherman. There is a perfect fishing technique, and a grumpy temper that matches the technique, but in all the stories about Pug, Pug’s absurd dreams are indispensable.

He is a person who likes to "dream"... well, to understand this sentence literally! It is said that when Pug was young, when he was an unknown fisherman in Nanhai Town, he dreamed that he would become a fishing master in the future, fishing wildly on the coastline of Kalimdor, and becoming a fisherman. Legend of the world...

This dream has been realized. He is now a famous fishing master. Anyone who likes fishing has heard his name, but this may be the only dream in Pag's dreams.

He had dreamed that Tarunmir would fall into the hands of the undead, and the resurrected undead would besiege Nanhai Town, but in fact, in the War of the Dark Edge, Nanhai Town fell before Tarunmir.

He also dreamed that the most mysterious valley in the world would be invaded by a powerful big demon, and the night elves would do everything to defeat the big demon, but in fact, the only big demon, Archimonde, had just entered Azeroth. Si, was shot into the soul by a shell and died tragically on the land of northern Xinjiang.

Pug’s latest "dream prediction" is about the Qiraji people. He vowed to others a few days ago:

"Allied forces will suffer terrible damage, but the heroes will eventually kill an ancient **** hidden in the abyss...it is the one that entangles the worms and invades the world."

Of course, as in the past, no one believed Pug's dream.

And now, Pug was ridiculed before speaking, which made the grumpy fishing master couldn't help but clenched his fists, but just when he wanted to refute, he was stopped by the old Draenei fisherman, The old man handed over a cigar and lit Pug, then said slowly:

"Ignore them, Pug, they are just jealous of your endless talents in fishing. Tell me about your dreams, you may not know that in our Draenei civilization, dreams predict that the future will really exist. Yes, even the Great Prophet Velen occasionally sees the future through dreams... To me, Pug, your problem is not dreaming, but the inability to tell the truth of the future... what you see , Just the possibility of the future, not the real future."

The old man glanced at the thoughtful Pug and said softly:

"If you are a draenei, Pug, you will become the best disciple of the Great Prophet, but unfortunately... you are a human being. In short, let's talk about it, it should be a relief."

"Ok."

Pug sipped his wine, shrugged, and mysteriously said to the old Draenei:

"I dreamed of paradise last night! Real paradise, listening to me, I dreamed of angels flapping their wings in the dark, holding golden war spears in their hands, wearing ribbons and wearing gorgeous armor, they came to lead We mortals enter heaven, where there is another world, a perfect world, no war, no hunger, no pain..."

Pug's eyes narrowed. He recalled his dream. He said:

"He was ruled by a man called the Soul Lord, he was a fair and powerful deity, he was the protector of humans, elves and orcs, he protected the world from the distortions of darkness, and I saw the **** of death ...Those with scythes and rag robes who can't see their faces...oh! God!"

Before Nat Pag's words were finished, the rod in front of him began to surge wildly, and Pag grabbed the rod, but the great force from the rod took Pug from the deck and flew the whole person off the deck. Awake, the old draenei quickly grabbed the screaming pug's leg, and others caught up to help.

Straightened fishing rod and the pugs in the air shouted loudly:

"It's a big guy! Hurry! Go and call the mages, I'll grab it!"

Pug's shouts alarmed the sailors on the ship. They hurriedly turned the harpoons of the bow and stern between the splashes of the water, and the beast under the sea was pierced by the sharp harpoon, between the blood and the scattered, that The beast went crazy, and even dragged the whole ship to swim out of the bay.

"Don't panic!"

The mage stationed on the ship shouted, and after calculating the magic distance, a few cold ice cones penetrated the water. With the help of other mage, half of the sea surface was quickly frozen.

Ten minutes later, the great white shark pierced by four harpoons was sealed in ice and mentioned on the deck. When I saw the blue eyes of the shark and the blue, beautiful fish scales on the belly, There was a figure that was 3 laps larger than its counterpart, which immediately relieved the mage.

This is a manifestation of being invaded and changed by the magic from the inside, that is to say, this shark's belly contains some huge magic things, the magic fragments thrown away by the blue dragon... It should be in this shark's belly .

"Mr. Nat Pag, thank you for your contribution to the empire... this fish can at least get you a knighthood."

Facing the Master’s gratitude, Pug shrugged. He was not interested in these things, not to mention the fact that he would soon travel to the Eastern Continent. He might live there for a few years, and the Empire’s title was even less useful. .

However, catching this peculiar shark is not without benefits. At that night, the old Draenei uncomfortably handed his precious gem fishing rod to Pug, but he brought it from Argus Treasure's treasure, but now, Pug has won the bet of two people, this thing is the "trophy" of angler Nat Pug.

Of course, the old draenei also got a good fishing rod made by Pug, which is also a friendship between fishing friends.

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"Master Deer Helmet, the fishing master of the empire has found the magic debris, and it will be sent here in 1 day!"

A human herald rushed into the office of the Cenarion Hold and shared the good news with the allied commander of the coalition these days, and after hearing the good news, he was discussing with some other commanders what the deer was The helmet raised his head violently, a flicker of joy in his eyes.

"So fast? Are the fishing masters of the Empire all monsters?"

Archdruid made a sigh of emotion. He thought it would take at least a month or even a few months for this real "haystack" task, but now only 5 days have passed, and the angler of the empire has found it. Magic debris, this is simply too far.

The missing piece of the quicksand scepter is about to be delivered. The recruitment of coalition soldiers on the Anti-Worm Front is also going smoothly. The Goblin’s hot sand consortium saw the victory and was willing to add more arms assistance. Hearing the South Xinjiang War and returning to Yuyue urgently General Shantis of the fortress will also bring the 30,000 troops stationed in the fortress headquarters to the battlefield, and the orc chieftain said yesterday that the orc will send a legion to participate in this war against the worms. The Warsong Clan that can best fight for good...

Everything is so smooth, as if there is a force in the world that is driving the process of Silithus' war... But the more so, the worries in the deer helmet become more apparent.

Insects... Is it true that there is no reaction to the failure of the Tanaris Desert? Their recent activities are not only infrequent, they are even more sluggish than before. The soldiers of the Cenarion Hold have been replenished with arms. These days, they are cleaning the Ashe worm nest closest to the stronghold in the desert. With the help of the sequencer, the pillars inside the worm's nest were blown up with explosives, and the worms were fighting back...but anyone with a brain can see that the worms' counterattack seemed...to be perfunctory.

Coupled with another strange thing that happened recently...

"Where did the Voldemort go?"

Kurtaz, the Lord of the Order of the Order, who rushed to the Cenarion Hold urgently thrashed the map in front of him. The coldness in the eyes of this dwarf death knight became deeper and deeper. He looked like a hunter who had released his prey. It is difficult to accept the situation at hand.

"How could they disappear overnight?"

The dwarf raised his head and looked at the fortress commander Marlis. He asked in a strange accent of Salas:

"Your Hippogryph Knight should monitor this desert day and night, don't you find anything?"

"No."

Marlis glanced at the dwarf with gleaming blue eyes and a cold air all over his body. He shook his head:

"At least I have not received a similar report. The Twilight Hammer’s activities here started as early as a few years ago. They built three large camps on the edge of the desert, and I am as much as you about their sudden disappearance. Clueless."

"That's tens of thousands of people, not thousands of people...how could it be clueless?"

The dwarf said in the icy death knight's unique voice:

"Can you ensure the loyalty of those Hippogryph Knights? Are you sure they will tell you everything?"

"What do you mean?"

Marlis's expression also became unsightly. The veteran who had experienced the battle of the ancients glared at the dwarf. He said:

"You can't doubt Kadore's warriors like this for no reason. Being able to stay here for thousands of years has proved the loyalty of everyone here!"

"Really?"

The dwarf snorted slightly:

"You haven't dealt with this group of cultists at all. Their deceptive skills are no worse than your priests. Believe me, elves, this fortress already has their "eyes", the smell of those crazy people. .. I can smell it!"

The elf commander Marlis ignored this slightly malicious statement, but to be honest, he had the same doubts in his heart.

After contacting with the Order of the Order, Marlis knew that the mad death knights had set up a camp on the other side of the Silithus Desert near the twilight hammer cult camp.

In the past month, these well-equipped killers are planned and batched to exterminate here cultists by cruel and ruthless means. They are like the coldest hunters and butchers, and after allies with the elves , They got a clear map of the place, and immediately launched a fruitful attack.

The Twilight Hammer entrenched here lost a large camp 5 days ago, and these madman death knights did not leave a live mouth at all.

That's a camp for more than 10,000 people! In the vision of the night elf horned beast knight, they can clearly see how these death knights slaughtered the cultists, threw their bodies into the big sand pit, and then ignited the corrupt and fallen camp.

Probably because of the unwillingness to irritate the night elves, these death knights did not "use" the corpses of these cultists...

"Their disappearance must be inseparable from Zergren..."

Deer helmet looked at the map in front of him. After a while, he said to Marlis:

"Lord Kurtaz’s concerns are justified. In the case where the army is about to enter Silithus, we really should "clean up" the fortress in advance... A traitor familiar with the fortress is at a critical moment. Weaker than hordes of enemies!"

"Just let you do it, Marlis. Solve this problem before Shantis arrives. You should be very clear about Shantis's style of doing things. If you let her do it... things might be Becomes very troublesome... quite troublesome."

The deer helmet's persuasion had a deep meaning, and the elven commander who also knew the famous General Shantis Yuyue's work style hesitated for a moment, and finally, he nodded.

"Okay! Leave it to me."

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