Chapter 651 26. The Twilight's Hammer Disappeared
Today's storm bay is sunny and sunny, um, it's a good weather for fishing.
Nat Pagle, a well-known angler in the New Stormgard Kingdom, yawned, carrying his beloved fishing rod, and dragging a parasol, to the Kul Tiras third-class transport ship "Mackerel" Large deck.
While saying hello to a dozen "fishing friends" around him, he laid out his posture, skillfully hung the best bait on the gleaming golden hook, then stood up and swung it in a very chic posture. Rod, sinking the hook into the sea below the deck, then leisurely picked up the water glass next to it, leaned on the chair, and chatted with the draenei anglers around him.
"I said, there is something wrong with you group of human aristocrats..."
The draenei angler was an old man wearing a weather-beaten fishing hat and holding a gem-studded rod in his hand. He turned his head and talked to Pug, and Pug's eyes were always on the draenei. On Old Man Ni's exquisite fishing rod, judging from his seasoned fishing experience of more than ten years, this fishing rod is absolutely extraordinary.
"Every day you say..."
Pug snorted and looked away. He glanced at the old Draenei man beside him. This human fisherman over 30 years old smiled and said:
"The nobles must be looking for something. The "fishing contest" invited us is just a cover. Just look at the fully armed sailors. What are they waiting for...Although I don't know what they are waiting for What."
Nat Pagle flicked his tongue and shrugged:
"Anyway, I'll get money every day I stay, so why not do it. Speaking of which, I had another dream last night."
"Come on, Pug, you dream every day!"
"Still absurd and unhurried dreams!"
"Didn't you say last time that a city of demons will rise from the middle of the sea, and countless demons will emerge from that city and kill everyone?"
"No! No, what Pug said was that after those demons rushed out, they were driven back by the undead. He claimed that the undead are the protectors of human beings and even the world... Hahahaha, if you ask me, you must drink again too much!"
Before Pug could say anything, the anglers around him laughed and mocked him, as if Pug was talking about some joke... In fact, it was true, Nat Pagle was a peculiar fisherman, he not only He has a perfect fishing skill and a bad temper to match, but all the stories about Pug are inseparable from Pug's absurd dreams.
He's a guy who likes to "dream"...well, take that phrase literally! It is said that when Pug was young, when he was an unknown fisherman in Southsea Town, he dreamed that he would become a master fisherman in the future, fishing recklessly on the coastline of Kalimdor, and would become a fisherman. world legend...
And this dream has come true, he is now a famous fishing master, anyone who likes fishing has heard of his name, but this may be the only one of all Pug's dreams that has come true.
He once dreamed that Tarren Mill would fall to the hands of the undead, and the resurrected undead would besiege Southsea Town, but in fact, in the Dark Blade War, Southshore Town fell before Tarren Mill.
He also dreamed that the most mysterious valley in the world would be invaded by a powerful great demon, and the night elves would do everything to defeat the great demon, but in fact, the only great demon that had ever appeared, 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 prophecy" is about the qiraji, which he swore to others a few days ago:
"The coalition forces will suffer heavy losses, but the heroes will eventually slay an ancient god hidden in the abyss...it is it who instigated the bugmen to invade the world."
Of course, as always, no one believed Pug's dreams at all.
But now, Pug was ridiculed before he could speak, which made the irritable master fisherman clenched his fists, but when he was about to refute, he was stopped by the old Draenei fisherman beside him, The old man handed him a cigar, lit it for Pug, and said slowly:
"Don't pay attention to them, Pug, they are just jealous of your endless talent in fishing. Tell me about your dreams. You may not know that in our draenei civilization, dreams that predict the future really exist. Yes, even High Prophet Velen occasionally sees the future through dreams... Let me say, Pug, your problem isn't dreaming, it's not being able to discern the reality of the future... what you see , is just a possibility of the future, not the real future.”
The old man glanced at Pug thoughtfully, and said softly:
"If you were a draenei, Pug, you would become the best disciple of the High Prophet, but unfortunately... you are a human being. Anyway, let's talk about it, just treat it as a boredom."
"All right."
Pug took a sip of wine, shrugged, 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, draped in sashes, and in splendid armor, who came to greet We mortals go to heaven, and there is another world, a perfect world, where there is no war, no hunger, no pain..."
Pug's eyes narrowed, and as he recalled his dream, he said:
"It is ruled by a man called the Lord of Souls. He is a just and powerful god. He is the protector of humans, elves and orcs. He protects the world from those twisted darkness. I also saw the god of death. ...the ones with scythes and rag robes that don't see their faces...oh my god!"
Before Nat Pagle finished speaking, the fishing rod in front of him began to surge wildly. Pug grabbed the fishing rod, but the huge force from the fishing rod took Pug away from the deck Getting up, the old draenei quickly grabbed the screaming Pug's leg, and others rushed to help.
Pug, who was held up in the air by the stretched fishing rod and the crowd, shouted loudly:
"It's a big guy! Quick! Go and call the mages, I've caught it!"
Pug's shout alarmed the sailors on the ship, and they hurriedly turned the harpoon cannons at the bow and stern. Between the splashing of the water surface, the beast under the sea was pierced by the sharp harpoon, and while the blood was escaping, the The beast went berserk, and even dragged the entire ship to swim out of the bay.
"Don't panic!"
The mage stationed on the ship roared, and after calculating the magic distance, a few cold ice cones pierced into the water. With the help of other mages, half of the sea surface was quickly frozen.
Ten minutes later, the great white shark pierced by four harpoons was sealed in ice and lifted onto the deck. Seeing the blue eyes of the shark and the blue, beautiful scales on its belly, it was amazing. With a body that was 3 circles larger than the same kind, the mage immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
This is a manifestation of being infected and changed by magic power from the inside, that is to say, there is something rich in magic power in the shark's stomach, and the magic power fragments thrown away by the blue dragon... should be in the shark's stomach .
"Mr. Nat Pagle, thank you for your contribution to the empire...This fish can at least give you a knight title."
Facing the mage's thanks, Pug shrugged his shoulders. He is not interested in such things as titles. What's more, he will soon go to the Eastern Continent, and he may live there for a few years. The title of the empire is even more useless .
However, it was not without benefits to catch this peculiar shark. At the time of parting that night, the old Draenei handed Pug his precious gem fishing rod with a displeased face, which he brought out from Argus. But now, Pug has won the bet between the two, and this thing is the "trophy" of angler Nat Pagle.
Of course, the old draenei also got a good fishing rod made by Pug himself, which can be regarded as friendship between fishing friends.
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"Master Staghelmet, the fishing master of the empire has found the magic fragment, and it will be sent here in 1 day!"
A human messenger rushed into the office of Cenarion Fortress and shared the good news with the coalition commander who has been very irritable these days. After hearing the good news, he was discussing something with several other commanders. Helmet raised his head abruptly, a look of joy danced in his eyes.
"So fast? Are all the fishing masters of the empire monsters?"
The archdruid let out a sigh of emotion. For this real task of "finding a needle in a haystack", he thought it would take at least a month, or even several months, but now only 5 days have passed, and the fishermen of the empire have found it. Magic shards, this went over smoothly.
The last missing piece of the quicksand scepter is about to be delivered, and the recruitment of coalition soldiers on the anti-insect front is also going smoothly. The Goblin Steam Sand Consortium has seen the victory, and is willing to add more arms assistance. Hearing about the southern border war, he returned to Feather Moon urgently General Shandis of the fortress will also take the 30,000 troops stationed in the fortress to the battlefield, and the orc chief said yesterday that the orcs will send a legion to participate in this war against the insects. The warsong clan most capable of conquest...
Everything went so smoothly, as if some kind of power was driving the progress of the war in Silithus... But the more so, the more obvious the worry in Staghelmet's heart.
Bugs...are they really unresponsive to the failure of the Tanaris Desert? Their recent activities are not only infrequent, they are even more sluggish than before. The soldiers of Cenarion Fortress have been supplemented with ammunition. These days, they are clearing the nest of Yashida, which is closest to the fortress in the desert. With the help of the sequencer, the pillars inside the nest were blown up with explosives, and the bugs were fighting back...but anyone with a brain can see that the counterattack of the bugs seems... perfunctory.
Plus another weird thing that happened recently...
"Where did those Voldemorts go?"
Kurtaz, the Order Lord who rushed to Cenarion Fortress in a hurry, beat the map in front of him violently. The coldness in the eyes of the dwarf death knight became deeper and deeper. He looked like a hunter who had let his prey go. It is difficult to accept the situation in front of you.
"How did they disappear overnight?"
The dwarf raised his head and looked at the fortress commander Marliss. He asked in a Salasian with a strange accent:
"Your hippogryph knights should be monitoring this desert day and night, haven't you found anything?"
"No."
Marliss glanced at the dwarf whose eyes were shining with blue light and whose whole body exuded a cold aura, he shook his head:
"At least I haven't received any similar reports. The Twilight's Hammer's activities in this place started several years ago. They built three large camps on the edge of the desert. I have no more clue than you about their sudden disappearance. No clue."
"That's tens of thousands of people, not thousands of people...how could they have no clue?"
The dwarf said in the cold, hollow death knight's voice:
"Can you ensure the loyalty of the Hippogryph riders? Are you sure they told you everything?"
"What's the meaning?"
Marris' expression also became ugly. The veteran who had experienced the Battle of the Ancients glared at the dwarf and said:
"You can't doubt the Kaldorei warriors for no reason. Being able to stay here for thousands of years has proved the loyalty of everyone here!"
"Oh, is it so?"
The dwarf snorted slightly:
"You have never dealt with these cultists at all. Their ability to deceive people is no worse than your priests. Believe me, elves, this fortress already has their "eyes", the smell of those madmen. ..I can smell it!"
Marlis, the elf commander, ignored this slightly malicious remark, but to be honest, he also had the same doubts in his heart.
After contacting the Order, Marris knew that this group of crazy death knights had set up camp on the other side of the Silithus Desert, in the rocks near the Twilight's Hammer cultist camp.
Over the past month or so, these well-equipped killers have been planning, in batches, to exterminate the heretics in cruel and ruthless means. They are like the most ruthless hunters and butchers, and after forming an alliance with the elves , they got a clear map of this place, and immediately launched a fruitful attack.
The Twilight's Hammer entrenched here lost a large camp five days ago, and these lunatic death knights did not leave a single one alive.
That was a camp of more than 10,000 people! In the vision of the night elf hippogryph knights, they could clearly see how these death knights slaughtered the cultists, threw their corpses into the big sandpit, and then set fire to the corrupt camp.
Probably due to their reluctance to anger the night elves, these death knights did not "use" the corpses of those cultists to make a fuss...
"Their disappearance must be inseparable from the bugman..."
Staghelmet looked at the map in front of him, and after a while, he said to Marris:
"Lord Kurtaz's concerns are justified. Now that the army is about to enter Silithus, we should indeed "clean up" the fortress in advance... A traitor who is familiar with the fortress is dangerous at a critical moment. Weaker than hordes of enemies!"
"I'll leave it to you, Marliss. Before Shandris arrives, solve this problem. You should be very clear about Shandris' style of doing things. If you leave it to her...things may fail It's become troublesome... quite troublesome."
Staghelmet's persuasion had deep meaning, but the elf commander, who also knew the style of the well-known General Shandris Yuyue, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.
"Okay! Leave it to me."