strictlysupreme Chapter 638 Six Magic Bags
Chapter 638 Six Magic Bags
The crows flew away... Lorraine felt a sense of familiarity and envy.
With such a transformation, one can become a giant bird soaring in the sky, and with another transformation, one can become a giant bear, a takin, or a leopard. In the water, one can become a dolphin or a sea lion. How amazing are the abilities of a druid?
However, in reality, most druids can only receive one blessing from a nature spirit.
Like Malfurion Stormrage, who was originally a Night Elf Archdruid and apprenticed under Cenarius, he cannot transform at will. Instead, he wields the power to communicate with all living things, using nature magic and borrowing the power of the Wilderness demigods.
Archdruid Malfurion is perpetually asleep in the Emerald Dream; the true ruler of the Night Elves is High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind, who is at least ten thousand years old...
For decades since the Dark Portal opened, the power of the elements, which had been stable for many years, has gradually become more violent. The spirits of nature and the power of the elements are not stable. While the creatures in the Emerald Dream are still fast asleep, the outside world has already undergone tremendous changes.
The Scourge, the Orcish invasion, the Burning Legion—a series of seemingly unrelated internal and external troubles—are actually intricately connected and have a profound impact on each other.
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Lorraine watched the antler-covered red mist fly away; it seemed to have another name, "Wrath of the Earth." Lorraine didn't quite understand the true origins of this Tauren Druid, feeling it was one of their own, at least it couldn't beat him...
The main problem is that they can't beat Lorraine's three underlings.
The goblin Kaz cried and begged, and could only give in to Lorraine, saying that it was willing to pay 2 gold coins to redeem itself.
Its little ears caught a detail: Lorraine was going to the underground city.
That's for sure, Lilith's whereabouts are still unknown...
Old Tauren sent Lorraine to Thunder Bluff. If I'm not mistaken, Thunder Bluff is to the left of the Southern Barrens, at the end of the Golden Road, where there is a camp called Taurajo, which is the gateway to the Tauren heartland.
Further down lies Lorraine's true destination, the so-called Razorfen Downs, the holy land of the boarmen!
Having obtained the map, Lorraine didn't delay, quickly taking the prisoners and the entire group immediately set off. Before departing, after much deliberation, Lorraine still harbored a lingering suspicion. The troll village was now in ruins, leaving behind several skeleton beasts to wander aimlessly in the vicinity...
They also destroyed the entrance to the final temple of the dark trolls, temporarily silencing the mummies inside. This force of no fewer than two thousand troll mummies was a contingency plan left by Lorraine. It had a feeling that trouble still lay ahead...
Old Bull didn't want to make a big fuss, but Lorraine, in order to cooperate with Red Bull, still went all out with the act...
Looking back, the peaceful troll village had vanished completely...
One branch of the Shattered Spear tribe vanished forever, and the Death Tribe was born, but it consisted of only 21 members: thirteen Shadow Hunters, including the village chief's son, Little Fang & Black Panther, along with several female trolls, the elderly, and children. The eight survivors were the Spark.
They became Lorraine's servants to conceal their whereabouts.
The trolls and the three death knights all wore black cloaks, which concealed the whereabouts of the twenty-four people.
Lorraine had the remaining fire minions follow at a distance...
After much deliberation, Lorraine decided to leave the dozen or so troll zombie warriors near the temple to keep watch. He reasoned that if anyone later came along, they wouldn't bother going to the temple ruins to provoke these incredibly strong troll warriors.
The undead creatures were left to guard the dilapidated troll village. Seeing the once clear lake now murky, Lorraine felt a pang of sadness.
He raised his right hand high and shouted only one sentence: "Let's go!"
The twenty-four black-robed dead followed Lorraine away from the entrance gate of the underground valley that had troubled him for many days.
Objective: The Underground City!
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Including Lorraine, his team only had 25 people... The target was much smaller, and their movement speed increased.
The path shown on the map is indeed a shortcut, but while it is secluded, it is also extremely dangerous.
This was clearly a path for four-legged animals, requiring them to use both hands and feet to cross certain sloping sections. In short, Lorraine suspected this path was designed for four-legged creatures. Reaching the middle, Lorraine suddenly remembered something!
"Oh dear, my musket..."
"Yes, sir... those are company assets, each one is worth several hundred gold coins..."
Why didn't you say so sooner...?
"I...I...I dare not..."
Climbing up the cliff of the hidden path, Lorraine saw the main road on the cliff opposite the entrance to the troll village, where dozens of dwarven iron cannons were set up... Lorraine originally wanted to take them for himself, but now that he was quickly retreating with his small force, he couldn't take the iron cannons with him.
Besides feeling heartbroken, I also thought of that flying druid cow, and my heart ached...
So far, the mount that Lorraine so desperately wants—neither a ground-based one nor a flying one—doesn't even have a means of transportation to speed him up and get away...
Measuring every inch of Azeroth on foot sounds impressive, but the little mage who actually ran across the Barrens will never forget the story of carrying a broken wooden stick as a staff and hunting hyenas and zebras on the plains.
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"Sigh, what's the point of this thing anyway?"
The group moved forward, and Lorraine finally reached the easier part of the mountaintop. What came into view was a relatively flat uphill path. While catching his breath, he took out the mysterious [Six Demon Pack].
No one could answer his mutterings...
The teacher hasn't spoken for a long time.
The three younger brothers carried three prisoners on their backs. Although they did not feel tired or heavy, they had to carefully pass through the narrow mountain passage.
The only one who could answer Lorraine was actually the goblin Kaz, who had been carefully keeping her company...
The goblin seemed to have found its chance to shine. It was the first to come over, looking at it from left to right. After a moment of contemplation, it exclaimed excitedly, "This is a divine artifact! It's a sacred relic of the Earth Ring, only elders and prophets can touch it... My lord, you've obtained a treasure! This thing is worth at least several hundred or even thousands of gold coins on the black market, and it's priceless!"
"Price but no market? That means it can't be sold..."
"Oh no, I heard that this thing needs to be used by a shaman or a mage. It contains the power to activate elemental resonance, which is equivalent to a magic amplifier."
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"Is it that powerful?"
"Do you know, sir, the legendary magical artifact that the Archdruid used to destroy the Well of Eternity?"
"Oh, you even know that? Could it be this Six Demon Bag I have in my hand?"
"Well, not exactly, but the magical power within them is the same. The ancient horn that Lord Malfurion blew atop Mount Hyjal is long lost to history. The most powerful artifacts existing in the world are nothing more than the Lich King's Frostmourne and the legendary [Demon Soul], also known as the [Dragon Soul], which is said to be possessed only by dragons..."
Lorraine, who rarely found someone to chat with, suddenly felt that perhaps it was a good thing he hadn't killed the evil goblin.
This guy named Katz & Covent, nicknamed Diamond, is a senior manager, project manager, foreman, and senior engineer at a venture capital firm. He's got some skills... He actually knows some ancient secrets that ordinary people have no idea about.
Kaz spoke eloquently, mentioning fragments of ancient history and explaining the importance of the Storm Altar.
Venture capital firms are not well-regarded. The night elves have always abhorred the damage that their unauthorized mining and mining operations have caused to the forest and mountain ecosystems, sometimes even leading to life-or-death battles. However, there are also capable individuals among the goblins. They are good at socializing and provide strategic resources to the shadow elves. The alliance mediates between them, and in the end, the so-called natural balance faction turns a blind eye. After all, the destruction of forests and ecosystems is the evil deed done by the Horde.
The Night Elf leadership is far too concerned with the expansion of the savage orcs. As long as they don't desecrate the sacred land left by Cenarius, Moonglade still welcomes all living things... In Kalimdor, the Night Elves actually consider themselves demigods and hold themselves in high esteem. Their trouble lies in restoring the life of the World Tree, and the most important thing is for the Tree of Life to sprout again in Teldrassil.
As for whether the night elves, having lost the Well of Eternity, truly respect the natural order and live in peace as they claim, one only needs to look at the pointed fangs of the female night elves in the Warden's army to understand whether they still retain some of the troll's characteristics...
"So this thing is also one of the divine artifacts? Or even a sacred relic, it just depends on who has it..."
"Yes, anyone who understands the value of the [Six Demon Pack] will definitely offer a good price for it..."
"Who said I was going to sell you? You better behave yourself, or I'll slice you up and sell you first! Don't try to be clever. Come and see if that's your underground city?"
As he spoke, following Lorraine's finger, in a depression, a mechanical city of moderate size rose high. If it weren't for the towering mountains that obscured it, the imposing presence of this mechanical behemoth would be no less than that of Orgrimmar and Ironforge.
As the goblin nodded in submission, it caught a glimpse of the familiar underground city, and a red light flashed in its eyes...
"It's an underground city! The holy land of the great corporation!"
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