Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

In Lineumoville, Phimsera was happily crossing the large lake in the middle, followed by brothers and sisters of different sizes behind her.

She lowered her head to look at the reflection on the water, stretched out her hind paws and touched the water. The white ripples instantly dispersed, but she was immediately thrown behind her.

"Woo~" Fimsera raised her head and roared, and the brothers and sisters behind him also shouted after her.

"How about, Princess Melinthera? They are growing up pretty well, right?"

The green-haired elf nodded, "Thank you, Miss Vereesa."

The silver-haired female elf waved her hand: "It's nothing, I also like to be with them, waiting for me to call them over."

While talking, she activated the crystal in her hand. The young dragon who was tumbling in the sky felt the necklace on her neck slightly heat up, she immediately stopped maneuvering, flapped her wings and hovered in the air, and immediately swooped when she saw Vereesa wave her hand. He went down and stopped in front of her. Then he noticed the green dragon princess standing next to her, and immediately landed beside her, lowered her head and pushed Melin Sera.

"Wow~"

"It seems that she still remembers you, Your Highness." Vereesa said with a smile.

Melin Sera smiled and stroked her head and neck. The smooth and hard scales exuded a faint dark green light, and said with some worry: "I don't know if it is a bloodline problem or a troll voodoo problem. , Fimsera has grown too quickly, and she has basically grown to the ultimate size of a young dragon without her for a year. Do other dragons also have this trend?"

Vereesa shook her head: "No, Aristophane deliberately recorded the growth rate of all the whelps, only Femsera was the fastest, but all the indicators were not only normal, and her physical fitness far exceeded our imagination. ."

"This is really..." Melin Sera shook her head, "When things are done, I hope I can take her to Val'sharah to meet my mother and see how her health is."

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"Oh~" Fimsera seemed to understand what they were saying, straightened up and opened her wings to make a show of strength, and amused them.

At this time, other wyrmlings also landed on the ground and surrounded Melin Sera, and the green dragon princess uttered a difficult and obscure dragon language. Although these wyrmlings are not high in intelligence, only the level of two or three-year-old humans, they are natural. After listening to Melin Sera's words, they flapped their wings and flew happily around one person and one dragon.

Melinsera seemed to be infected, rushed forward a few steps and jumped high, regaining the form of a giant dragon in the air, flapping his wings and flying to the lake, Feimsera and other wyrmlings followed. Under the leadership of Melin Sera, they soared among the five towers, and the five-color light shone on them, looking mysterious and fantastic.

The residents of Lineumoville, whether they are elves, dwarves or humans, all saw this fantasy scene, but except for some young children and those who just arrived in Lineumoville, the remaining creatures did not Surprised, they then continued to immerse themselves in the work in their hands.

"Monsagun, why are you so calm? That's a dragon? The legendary dragon!" In the dwarf artisan area on the southernmost side of the territory? Madoran Bronzebeard's youngest child, and the dwarf with the highest desire to explore Brian Bronzebeard waved the magic quill and parchment in his hand excitedly.

"Calm? Brian," Monsa Gun touched his face? "When you stay here long enough, you will find that the mere dragon is nothing at all."

"But that's a dragon, there must be so many treasures in their lair! Legendary equipment, rare gems, mountain-like gold coins..."

"Then you are wrong, dwarf, our green dragon doesn't like these things, on the contrary? Treasures full of vitality are our favorite." At this time, a strange voice came into their ears.

"Ah, Lord Lord." Brian yelled happily after seeing the people coming. "I have some questions here that I want to ask you. I wonder if you can answer them for me?"

Aristophanes and Isarios, who just came here to observe the automatic smelting factory, looked at each other. The elf mage shook his head: "Brian, there is no time to answer now. Have you noticed the red beam of light to the south? I'll talk about it after I solve it."

"Ah, I heard the dwarf artisans who drink too much the other day say that it was because of the trolls in the jungle in the south? They summoned an ancient evil spirit in their fortress." Brian was stunned, then excited, "Why, Do you want to take us on an adventure?"

"This is war, not expedition, Brian," Aristophane said softly. "Next we will organize an army to go to the jungle to the south and destroy this altar."

"Can you take me, Lord Lord?" Brian was eager to try. "I heard that there are various slates that record the history of trolls. There must be a very precious history hidden there!"

Thinking of the name of Brian and the Pandaren Zhou Zhuo as the "crazy monster" in his previous life, Aristophan shuddered: "Brian, the same sentence, you can organize one by yourself after we solve the altar. The team went deep into the jungle to explore. According to our ranger's reply, there are so many trolls in the jungle, enough for you to record."

"I formed a team by myself? A team of explorers?" Brian murmured to himself, and then his eyes lit up as if thinking of something, "Ah, this idea is great, thank you Elf brother!"

The dwarf did not say hello to Monsa Gun and the others, and ran out after speaking.

"Well, Monsa Gun, where are Magni and them?"

"It should be in the ring, you know, they have never dealt with the little guy from the Wildhammer tribe."

"Well, I'll go find them now."

At the altar in the center of Zul'Gurub, a large number of blood-top trolls and skull-splitting trolls were poured with green potions, and then sacrificed to the soulslayer.

"My lord, do you want to continue?" Mandokier looked at the **** scene blankly.

"I think it should be almost done, wait a moment." Jindu lit the incense in front of him and closed his eyes.

The light blue smoke enveloped him, Jindu felt his body light, opened his eyes, a sea of ​​blood appeared in front of him, countless trolls wailing and struggling, a huge wind snake lying on it with its tail coiled. , Constantly absorbing the soul of the troll in the sea of ​​blood.

"You are here, mortal." The wind snake seemed to feel something, and turned to look at Jindu's position.

"Honorable Soul Reaver, are you satisfied with these souls?"

Hakkar’s light blue eyes flashed a little mockery, and then said in a very bewitching voice: “I’m very satisfied, mortals, although their vitality is not very strong, but the number is very large, I have not eaten like this for a long time. Passed. But if I want to break through the cage of the world and come to the world where you are, I need more and more powerful soul power! Don’t worry, as long as my body descends on the world, I will definitely satisfy your wish and rebuild the ancient Labashi Empire! That empire belongs only to you!"

Looking at Hakkar, who was still absorbing the soul of the troll, and the green thread twisting and circling in it, the respectful look on Jindu's face suddenly disappeared: "But the soulslayer, we need your help now!"

"What do you mean, mortal?" The huge wind snake squinted his eyes and slowly straightened his body. The blue wings opened, the bright red forked tongue fluttered everywhere, and the red sea of ​​blood began to roll.

But Jindu sneered, not caring about the surging blood waves in front of him: "Blood God Hakkar~www.ltnovel.com~ I mean I want your power now!"

Then he chanted a spell, and a huge voodoo doll suddenly appeared in the soul space in front of him, and moved to the back of Hakkar in an instant. A green thread emerged from the troll soul tumbling in the blood and connected to the doll. The sea of ​​blood was settled, and the huge red wind snake was also covered and entangled by the green silk thread emerging from its body, fixed in place immobile.

"Mortal, you are looking for death!" Hakkar roared and waved his sword-like wings. Although a lot of green threads were cut off, more threads came out from his body, finally nailing them firmly in the blood. In the lake.

"Heh, is this the blood god?" Jindu's soul slowly put on the mask, his eyes closed and his vision changed instantly, diagonally below Haka and the slowly disappearing Jindu soul.

The voodoo doll slowly transformed into a golden appearance, the eyes under the mask glowed golden light, and purple flames ignited on his hands: "Come on, Hakkar, give me your power!"

"Mortal, how dare you blaspheme like this!" The wind snake struggled desperately, but under the control of Jindu, the red blood turned into a few huge totem poles, the green silk thread turned into a chain, and then a steady flow of power began. Pour into the tall voodoo dolls, and start feeding back to Jindu's body through the soul pathway.

Outside, Mandokier suddenly found that the red blood flames were starting to burn on Jindu's body, and at the same time a terrible aura emerged from his body, comparable to the Loa he had seen before.

"Mandokiel, I succeeded." Jindu slowly opened his eyes, and golden light poured out of his eyes.

"Ah, congratulations to the patriarch!"

"The Troll Empire is about to be reborn in our hands! For the Gurubashi!"

"For Gurubashi!"