Chapter 705 25. Special Envoys and Requests for Help --- Adding More Brothers 【7/10】

Chapter 705 25. Special Envoys and Requests for Help --- Adding More Brothers [710]

Dalaran, a floating island in the sky.

This is the last site of the city-state of Dalaran, only one-third the size of the former Dalaran. However, when Tyrion bombarded the northern mainland with the Eye of Sargeras, this floating island came from Dalaran. The ruins of Laran broke away, and under the radiation of a huge amount of fel energy, it was endowed with special magical properties like a piece of raw material.

It is suspended in the sky and can resist the gravity of the earth. Of course, the warlocks who controlled it at first did not carry out large-scale transformation on it, until the mages of the Kirin Tor returned to the floating island to reorganize the parliament, and the black The warlocks of the Scythe Council share this floating island.

The Violet Council is currently composed of 3 great mages and 3 great warlocks, representing the two major factions in Dalaran respectively, the classical orthodox mages, and the deviant warlocks. Of course, the Black Sickle Council is the only one that has received an official It is certainly impossible for a recognized warlock organization to want all bad people. They have a complete set of methods for selecting members.

As the only ray of light in the sewer profession that was once regarded as a street mouse, the Black Scythe Council receives hundreds of self-recommendation letters every day. The down-and-out warlocks from all over the world are eager to join the Black Scythe Council and walk in a fair and honest way. On the land of the empire, only the most talented among them, and those who are willing to accept compulsory control, can step into this holy land of warlocks.

From this point of view, Kel'Thuzad, the black sickle warlock, has fulfilled his promise to the original group of warlocks, and he has opened up a new world for the warlocks.

At this time, the great warlock of Kel'Thuzad, who had created an era, was enjoying his lunch.

It was an exquisite and expensive long wooden table, with more than 50 plates of various dishes on it, with various flavors, covering almost all the dishes of all civilizations in Azeroth, like a big feast , In the cups beside the table, there are more than a dozen drinks with different tastes. Of course, these things cannot be eaten by one person, even a great magician cannot eat all of them.

Apparently, the Grand Warlock of Kel'Thuzad was entertaining his "guests," or rather, family members.

"Look, the best thunder lizard ribs in the Barrens, cooked by the best chef, trust me, my little one, just take a small bite... Be good."

Master Kel'Thuzad, who always appeared in an indifferent and harsh style to the outside world, was wearing a white napkin at this moment, just like a father feeding a child. He was holding a plate of red meat steak in his hand. Anyone is salivating, but on the table in front of Master Kel'Thuzad, Mr. Bigworth squatted there, sniffing the meat on Kel'Thuzad's plate, his black and white face showed a trace of humanity cultural dislike.

"Ah, you don't like the smell?"

The great magician immediately put the meat in his hand on the table, and then graciously picked up another plate. There was a fresh silver scale fish on it. Regardless of the taste, it was just a display, like a work of art.

Kel'Thuzad put the fish in front of the kitten. This time, he seemed to have chosen the right one. The aloof Mr. Kel'Thuzad seemed very interested in the fish. He sniffed the fish, then raised his head and looked at the cat. The smiling Kel'Thuzad let out a soft cry:

"Meow~"

It rubbed its face against Kel'Thuzad's, then bowed down to enjoy its lunch.

"Ah, so good, my baby, so good."

The great warlock gently stroked Mr. Bigglesworth's hair. His eyes were infected by evil energy and green eyes had appeared in his pupils, which was full of tenderness, which Kel'Thuzad had never shown in the past few years. Feelings, obviously, the return of his cat has filled the greatest regret in the great warlock's heart, and turned him from a crazy warlock who pursued the power of demons crazily back to the old great magician who didn't care about the world.

The cat in front of him, who had been with him since he was a child, was the best treasure in his life. For it, Kel'Thuzad was even willing to make an enemy of the whole world.

"Meow~"

"Oh, you said you have a wife and a child? That's awesome, my Mr. Bigworth is awesome, no lady cat can escape your charm, right~ hahahaha, when will you Bring them here for me to see."

"Meow~"

"After a while? Well, it seems that I have to prepare some gifts for your family in advance. I heard that the silver barracuda in Azshara's Bay of Storms is good. Alas, it's a pity that Mr. Nat Pagle has gone on a trip. , otherwise you can eat the most delicious fish in the world today."

"Meow~"

"You miss me so much? Ah, my heart is going to melt...My baby, I miss you too. The days without you are like years, but it's okay, okay, that crazy Ty Ryan sent you back, to be honest, I was planning to put the fel energy marker stone in his dark temple, and then bring my useless subordinates and lead a group of lunatic demons to attack him."

One person and one cat are in this big room, talking to each other, enjoying themselves. Although the scene is a bit weird, it is also warm enough.

And at this moment, the sound of opening the door sounded from behind the great warlock. His subordinate Kanrethad pushed open the door and whispered to Kel'Thuzad:

"Boss, we discussed a rough idea about the relationship between the Black Sickle Council and the Dark Blade, and we need you..."

"roll!"

Without looking back, Kel'Thuzad threw out a plate full of vegetables. While the juice was splashing, Kanrethad suddenly lowered his head, and the plate smashed against the door beside him.

"You decide these little things yourself, incompetent bastard, don't bother me to chat with my little cutie!"

"Go away! Otherwise...kill you!"

"boom"

The opened door closed behind him abruptly, and the atmosphere in the room became quiet again. There was still a trace of anger in Kel'Thuzad's eyes. Obviously, this was not simply an excuse, and there was something different behind this anger.

Warlocks are a bunch of cunning and vicious bastards. They don't have the concept of gratitude in their minds. Kel'Thuzad was already very dissatisfied with the filth of the entire Black Sickle Council. He simply dropped the pick and let those jumping up and down guys free play.

But when the great warlock turned his head, his face was full of smiles again. He gently patted Mr. Bigworth on the head, and said to the kitten:

"Don't pay attention to them, a group of incompetent waste, we will go to Azshara when we are full, and I will go catch some fish for fun, and I will give you extra meals at night, as a celebration of your return home."

"Meow~"

Mr. Bigglesworth stretched out his claws and hooked Kel'Thuzad's robe, which made the great warlock lower his head and look at his cat:

"And you brought me a present? Really?"

"Snapped"

The light of space magic flashed away, and three purple, long and narrow soul stones with uneven appearance appeared in front of Kel'Thuzad's eyes. The fel energy emanating from them made the great warlock narrow his eyes. He sat on the chair, picked up the largest piece of the soul stone, and put it next to his ear. The next moment, a painful hiss sounded in the soul of the great warlock:

"I am the King of the Eredar! I am the mighty Jaraxxus! All to ashes! All to perish! This world...is doomed!!"

The vibration of the soul made Kel'Thuzad's body vibrate with a trace of magical power, and also made the eyes of the great warlock light up:

"The soul of a great demon... Tyrion is really generous."

He put the soul stone in his hand on the table. As a warlock who contracted demons to obtain powerful magic power, the three high-quality soul stones in front of him were like an open treasure house in front of Kel'Thuzad.

His fingers stroked the soul, his narrowed eyes were full of serious thinking, after a while, the great warlock lowered his head, looked at his cat, and asked softly:

"So, what does he want me to do?"

"Meow~meow meow meow~meow meow~meow~meow meow meow meow~meow~"

"Huh? That's it... sounds like a challenge."

The great magician leaned back on the chair, stretched out his fingers, rubbed his forehead, and said softly:

"But to be honest, it's not impossible...but he may have to wait for a long time. After all, only the night elves have some clues about the inheritance of this thing before. It depends on us to restore it in reverse. It may take a year or two to complete it." There will be some success."

Kel'Thuzad opened his eyes and looked down at his cat. A smile appeared in his eyes, and he reached out and patted Mr. Bigworth on the head:

"But for my cutie's sake, I'll take this job!"

"Meow~"

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Moonglade in the southernmost part of Kalimdor is the holy land of the most druids. It is only one mountain away from Mount Hyjal, the holy land of the night elves. Between the mountains and forests, the druids used natural magic to try to create another Emerald Dream in this world.

And at the edge of Moonglade, there is an endless large beast den. There used to be many powerful druids who slept here and realized the secrets of nature, but now, the army of demons is displayed at a distance from Mount Hyjal. Between the nearby Felwood and Ashenvale, the war between elves and demons has been protracted.

A few months ago, the elves had already taken an absolute advantage. With the help of the demigods of nature, they even defeated the demons all the way and broke into the last stronghold of the demons, the Shadowhold in the middle of Felwood Forest. In March, the space barrier between Azeroth and Marton Star was broken again, and more demons roared into the Shadow Fortress, getting enough troops to supplement them, and the demons defeated the night elf army all the way. out.

At present, the two sides are still at a stalemate...

The night elves did not ask for help from other civilizations in Kalimdor. As the overlords who have ruled the continent for 10,000 years, they have the ability to solve their own problems, but seriously, if the leader of the night elves cannot make up his mind If they sacrificed a lot and went straight to Huanglong and destroyed the legion portal inside the Shadow Fort, there would still be a war to be fought.

"hum"

The halo of space magic lights up in the Moonlight Glade. The place where this portal appeared is very close to Luna Lake. Under the shroud of the never-ending silver veil in the Moonlight Glade, this vast lake is beautiful. Like a scroll of a dream.

But it's a pity that the group of people who walked out of the portal didn't have the idea of ​​admiring the beautiful scenery, and they didn't have the time...

"Will the druids of the Cenarion Council really support us? Elder Blackhorn, after all, we haven't been in touch for thousands of years."

A tall figure asked in a low voice. She was wearing armor made of steel, with a quaint eagle head totem painted with various colors of paint on her back, and there were red battle patterns on her brown cheeks and nose, of course the most eye-catching It's her eyes, they are a pair of smart eyes, especially when matched with her tall body, they always give people a special feeling.

This is Meera Gaoling, the only daughter of Ulan Gaoling, the chief of the Highmountain tauren tribe. He was seriously injured in the attack, almost dying, and what was even more fatal was that those demons took away the sacred artifact of Highmountain, the Hammer of Khazgoros, the Pillar of Creation, and this fiasco caused the entire Highmountain to be in chaos stand up.

The Blood Totem clan raised the flag of rebellion, and the bloodthirsty Turuk strongly demanded that Ulan abdicate. The militant tauren chief asked Ulan to marry his daughter, Mera, to his son, and then The Bloodtotem takes over the dominion of Highmountain, fighting a counterattack against the demons.

Drogbar, who originally stood with the Highmountain Tauren, also lifted the ancient covenant, and their leader, Gudal, was even more ambitious and wanted to rule the entire Highmountain.

Seeing that a big scuffle was about to appear in Highmountain, and the demons were still watching, the seriously injured Great Chief Ulan Gaoling had to send his daughter to seek help from his allies from ten thousand years ago.

Yes... Ten thousand years ago, the Kaldorei night elves who fought with the common ancestor of all the tauren in the entire Highmountain, Hoon Gaoling, and resisted the invasion of the Burning Legion, were the Tauren of the Highmountain The only ally one can find.

"Take it easy, Meera."

Standing next to the chief's daughter was Chief Ulan's most trusted elder, Black Horn. This old tauren who always carried a lamp said gently:

"According to Hun Gaoling's last words, he had an agreement with the demigods of the druids. The two races stood by and helped each other, and the night elves are the real immortal species. Their attitude towards the covenant is very serious. , they will help us."

Meera nodded, but the young chief's daughter didn't notice that behind her, the eyes of the usually steady Elder Blackhorn were somewhat uncertain. He looked back at the southern sky frequently, and he seemed to feel it. ..

That shouldn't exist, and it can't exist, but it does exist, the breath of the tribe...