Warcraft novel series

The sea of ​​thunder and lightning brought up by the heavy hammer covered a large area of ​​the ground, but those solid floors were obviously paved with ore to prevent lightning and lightning, and there was no damage at all. For the agile Althea and Shengqing, such attacks had no effect. Flash and Tengnao did not use flying knives to harass the attack, and the battle instantly entered a one-sided mode. The Mogu overseer, who had several flying knives inserted into his body, was obviously furious. He began to swing his war hammer and spin, bringing up large thunderclouds.

"It's really an alternative version of Blade Storm," Althea stepped aside and sighed."Just wait, for those of us who are not legal professions, we can only watch such an attack."Sheng Qing is somewhat helpless, but there is no way. Such a big movement will definitely attract the Zandalar stationed here. Unfortunately, the quick solution cannot be implemented. But there are variables in everything. In Sheng Qing At this time of worry, a big fireball suddenly fell from the sky and hit the Mogu overseer heavily, leaving only a burned corpse. Everything happened so suddenly that Althea and It was over before Shengqing could react.

He only saw a layer of magic light film separating the two areas between the mine and the Zandalari tribe's station. A man wearing a Dalaran mage cloak and a human scout stood together.. Obviously the human scout was the one who attacked Alsia, but the magician around him seemed to have never been seen. But what does it matter? At least they solved the crisis that Alsia and Shengqing were worried about.

After seeing After Althea and Sheng Qing, the internal war finally stopped happening. The mage held up a portal and the two of them left smoothly."What a dramatic ending, but the mission was finally completed, and I can go back and deliver. Althea whistled and her steps became brisk."By the way, thank you for helping me. I hope we can meet again next time." Alsia, who seemed to be remembering something again, said to Sheng Qing,"I know you are stationed in the cave near Mogu Palace. I will go find you when I have time.""As Alshia whistled, his thunder flying dragon roared to the ground, carrying the female scout and disappearing without a trace.

"What a strange woman, but very interesting."Sheng Qing looked at Alsia who was leaving and smiled. It seemed that this blood elf woman was not too annoying. At least she was much kinder than the mogu. If Alsia knew that she was in Shengqing's eyes, I don’t know what his expression would be like if he was just a little better than those mogu people. It was the same camp with thunder and lightning, and the same group of mages were busy coming and going, but this was an alliance camp, and Jaina was sitting alone in the tent. He was thinking about his thoughts. He could not forget the nightmare in Theramore. The focusing rainbow exploded in the air, and the dazzling purple turned everything into nothingness in the air. A beautiful city turned into rubble and ruins in an instant.

Jaina could never forget that Jinna's hand stretched out to her in the ruins turned into ashes in the sea breeze, and he could not forget that Ronin who pushed himself into the portal and greeted death with a smile. That burgundy hair and The gentle smile turned into a cloud of dust in Vereesa's desperate pain. The shaking red wine glass turned into broken glass in front of Jaina's eyes. Looking at the long silver-white hair that was dyed red, Jaina's eyes There is only hatred. The little Hellscream of the tribe are all enemies. Maybe Xavier and Thrall are not, but they were all there when this inhumane incident happened. Jaina's lack of hatred towards them is already the greatest tolerance. The power of the Titans now possessed on the Isle of Thunder has given Jaina the flame of revenge. He wants to collect this power and then make it into a bomb that will ring through the skies of Orgrimmar. Maybe this is crazy. His idea was doomed to cost countless innocent people. But Jaina no longer cared about it. There was no room for reversal in what he decided. This persistence made him so numb that he couldn't hear the call of the scouts.

"Lady Jaina, we have explored the Thunder Mine, and there are indeed ores there that can resist lightning magic. After the scout made another report, Jaina finally came back to her senses,"Okay, you did a good job. We must find those ores before the tribe. We must be the first to march into the palace of the King of Thunder and find the demon." The source of power for ancient emperors."Gianna excitedly tapped the table, making a short thumping sound, which made people feel desperate in the quiet space.

"However, Ms. Jaina and the tribe's scouts also discovered the place, and the Shado-Pan Pandaren also traveled with the tribe's scouts. It may be unrealistic to monopolize the Thunder Mine. Jaina raised her eyebrows slightly and said,"Is it the Horde again? It seems that Lor'themar and his blood elves want to be the targets of Dalaran's wrath."""Then let's help them. We have plenty of opportunities. Tell Zhu Taran that we are willing to share this resource with the tribe."God knows how against her will Jaina made such a decision, but he is the leader of a party after all, and it is impossible not to think about his subordinates. The blood of innocent people is not what Jaina wants to see, at least not now.

Three days have passed Now, when the first batch of ores produced by the Thunder Mine were turned into armor, the Horde and Alliance finally began the next step of their activities under the supervision of the Shado-Pan. Exploring the depths of the Thunder Palace occupied by the trolls.

Drowsiness The cold wind howled in the sky, and the thunder dragon in the lonely sky was carrying Althea to perform his mission. Destroy the docks of Zandalari, leaving these trolls without a backup team, so that the tribe could complete the attack on the Thunder God's Palace. Deep exploration

"It's such a hard job again. I'm not the only scout under Lor'themar. Why is this kind of hard work assigned to me every time?"Alsia, who was about to start complaining habitually, took out the fog bomb from her bag and cursed in a low voice. Yes, the unlucky Alsia was sent out to perform a mission again, and it was another high-risk mission. It seemed that death was always waiting for the female scout unexpectedly. He even suspected that His Majesty the Regent sent him to die on purpose, but he always came back alive to disappoint him, so the missions were one after another. The danger. But for such a reason, Alsia could not find a reason for the regent to do this. Maybe she had completed her task too well and won the trust of the regent. At this moment, Alsia began to feel that everything was going smoothly. Completing a mission is not a very good thing.

Despite complaints of one kind or another, Alsia is still meticulous enough when it comes to doing business. He first threw small fog bombs into the passage leading to the port. On those floating little eyes. Those little eyes summoned by the warlock have the ability to see through stealth, so these eyes must be blinded to pass. Of course, if you do this all at once, you may attract warnings from all the troll guards, but Althea obviously had other tricks up her sleeve.

When she was in panic because her anti-submarine eyes were blinded, the female scout had already jumped off the flying dragon and plunged into the sea. His first goal was to sneak in the water. Swim over. Of course, he would rather throw a few bombs over, but if he does this, the Thunder Drake under the cover of the thunder cloud will be exposed, and his retreat will be cut off. As for the precious thing like hearthstone, it is not a scout. You can have it.

After successfully causing this small-scale commotion, Althea gradually approached the troll's ship at night. Pulling the anchor chain and running up without making any noise to attract the crew's attention obviously required superb skills. , and Althea obviously has such an ability. Althea, who landed softly and silently, passed by the eyes of these ordinary sailors without being noticed. This alone was enough for the Blood Elf Photographer King Lor'themar to conclude that he had completed The only candidate for the mission.

Those who are capable always shoulder heavier responsibilities, and the same is true for Alshea. After passing through several sailors who looked like fools in his eyes, the room leading to the captain's cabin was suddenly clear. Step lightly. The first thing Elsia, who made no sound, saw were the drunken trolls. Those trolls who fell asleep on the ground were obviously too vigilant, and Elsia's mission was to find a way to blow up this ship. Ship. Taking out the explosives from her bag and placing them, Alshea, who was about to leave, always felt that such a dangerous mission was going too smoothly, as if it simply made people forget about the danger of this mission.