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- Early in the morning, the entire Yongye Port began to go wrong. Alliance players began to fight with the tribes unscrupulously, and even massacred the Gorom High camp in Stranglethorn Valley, almost pissing the tribes to death.
After that, the Alliance tribe naturally started to fight fiercely.
The Alliance side has been waiting for it for a long time, but the Horde side has another reaction. Some people are well aware of it, while others are completely dumbfounded!
Thanks to the fact that Drow Murphy deliberately suppressed the alliance, the tribes who merged from the Senjin server had no idea that they would encounter such a fierce offensive!
I¡¯ll wipe it! Is this the strength of the Evernight Harbor Alliance?
With Drow Murphy¡¯s deliberate adjustments and suppression of the tribe, the strength of tribe players is just one level behind the alliance!
Even the Orgrimmar Defense Force is yy¨¤ng!
Because this time the Orgrimmar Defense Force encountered a small hoe! Yes, the Empire of the Undead is poaching people!
Who made Drow Murphy quietly give certain strategies to the Undead Empire? Who told the Alliance to consciously not fight players from the Undead Empire?
After all, players who like pvp and fighting only account for a part of the tribe players. More players come for dungeons, and there are also a lot of casual players!
"If the shiji¨¡n is short, it only lasts for a while. If the shiji¨¡n is long, who can bear the pk Gaoww every day." "Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster!" ?br />
Horde players are also confused, why don¡¯t Alliance players like PK? It doesn¡¯t stop!
Poor tribes, they don¡¯t know their roots. There are indeed a lot of alliance players who like PK, but the more reason is that they were organized by Drow Murphy to hunt down these tribes!
???????????????????????????? It seems that the Molten Core has produced a lot more equipment, and now there is always something to sell. quack!
There was a lot of commotion outside, and the atmosphere in the Scarlet Cross Guild was also quite tense.
If not for anything else, it¡¯s just because the two great gods of Scarlet Cross, their boss Zhuoer and his sister-in-law Murphy, have been acting weird since they went online.
¡°Hmm hum hum hum~~~~¡± Murphy¡¯s weird hum.
The little ones swallowed their saliva.
¡°Hehehehe~~~~¡± Zhuoer¡¯s weird laughter.
The little guys were shaking violently.
¡°Oh hehehe~~~~¡± A duet between the two of them!
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Help! Come and save us! The little guys burst into tears of lasagna!
Having been with my boss and my sister-in-law for a long time, I naturally know that the two of them rarely express their anger, but this is the first time I have seen them so angry!
Someone, please help me!
The little guys are praying hard here.
Then. A miracle happened.
"Zhuo, Fei'er." A cold voice.
"Huh? Big brother? Shime matter?" Murphy asked in surprise.
Fucha Ruilin said calmly: "I sent some information to Zhuo, please take a look!"
"Ah, okay!"
The little guys breathed a sigh of relief cautiously, the weird smell in their ts was finally gone.
About five minutes later, Zhuoer's voice sounded happily, "Haha, brother, thank you."
"You're welcome." Fucha Ruilin said calmly.
Huh? Has your boss's mood improved? Is the crisis over?
The little guys got excited.
I heard Murphy say with a smile: "Hehe. Brother, you are still the best!"
Fucha Ruilin said nothing.
The little guys continued to blink. It seems that my sister-in-law¡¯s mood has also improved, right?
Then, I heard Murphy say with a smile: "I'm in a good mood today! Do you want to listen to a story?"
"Gah?" The little ones were stunned. Usually it was they who clamored for Murphy to tell stories, and then Murphy would say, why was Murphy so proactive today?
¡However, take the initiative and take the initiative. If you don't listen to the story, you're a bastard!
¡°I want to listen~~~¡± the little guys answered very simply!
Murphy chuckled and said slowly: "Okay~~~Didn't we just talk about the Burning Legion before? This time I will explain it to you. How did the Burning Legion form?"
"Okay!" The little guys continued to nod vigorously.
The stranger's body radiated colorful energy. They swirled gorgeously and flew behind him like a cloak; surrounding his strong head,Shining like a crown. His voice was real in the ears and in the mind, and it was in the blood. It's like a sweet song that has been forgotten for a long time but suddenly recalled.
What he promised was tempting, exciting, and his heart couldn't stop longing for it. But, but¡ shimedif¨¡ng is still somewhat¡
When he left, the three leaders of the eredar turned to each other. He spoke softly, words shared only between the three of them.
¡°He really asked for very little compared to what he promised us,¡± said the first. His voice echoed in the physical world and spiritual world at the same time, showing his power.
¡°Such a powerful force,¡± murmured the second, lost in thought. He is the graceful one, the beautiful one, brilliant and radiant. "And, he is telling the truth. Everything he showed us will come true. No one can lie on this."
The third one was silent. He knew that what the second one said was true. The method used by that powerful creature to demonstrate all that cannot be faked, they all know this. However, this existence, this Sargeras there is something about him that Velen doesn't like.
Velen¡¯s two fellow leaders are also his friends. He was especially close to Kil'jaeden, the most powerful and decisive of the three. In the time that passed by unconsciously, they became friends for many, many years. Now Kil'jaeden is inclined to accept Sargeras's proposal, and to Velen, Kil'jaeden's words carry more weight than Archimonde's; Archimonde's ideas, although mostly good, occasionally fail It will also be slightly biased due to his vanity.
Velen¡¯s thoughts turned to the image Sargeras showed them. There are countless shiji¨¨ waiting for them to conquer, of course, and more importantly, to explore and discover; bijing, first of all, the Eredar people have an endless thirst for knowledge. For a species as powerful as theirs. Knowledge is as important as food and water in the eyes of lower animals. The prospects that Sargeras presented to them titillated their nerves. Then everything will be theirs, as long as
As long as they swear allegiance to him.
As long as they promise their people will be loyal to him too.
"Our Velen is always cautious," Archimonde said. This could have been interpreted as a compliment, but Viren sensed irony in it. He knew what Archimonde wanted to do, and he also knew that in Archimonde's eyes, his hesitation was just an obstacle to his ambition. Viren smiled slightly.
"Yes, I am the cautious one every timeand sometimes my caution saves us. Just like your Kil'jaeden's determination and your Archimonde's strength."
Both of them burst out laughing, and at that moment, Viren truly felt warm for their relationship. Then they all fell silent. Wellen knows, the two of them have already made up their minds. He watched them leave, feeling increasingly heavy. He hopes Ziji can make the right decision.
The cooperation of the three people has always been flawless, and their different and complementary personalities create a balance that brings harmony and stability to their people. He knew that Kil'jaeden and Archimonde did put the interests of the people first, and he did the same. All the time, for something like this. They always agree.
Velen frowned. Why would the confident, striking Sargeras make him so uneasy? The other two were clearly inclined to accept. Sargeras told them that the eredar were what he had been looking for: a strong, passionate, and proud race who would serve him and carry out the cause of unifying all worlds and the entire universe. He said that he would change them, make them stronger, and give them gifts that the entire universe had never seen; indeed, the entire universe had never had the kind of power that Sargeras had before or a species as perfect as the Eredar. combination. Everything Sargeras promised would come true.
but. but¡¡
Velen went to the temple, the dif¨¡ng he often went to when he had troubles. There are a few people there tonight. Sit in a circle around the pillar where the precious artifact Atama Crystal is placed. This artifact is very old, so old that even an eredar can tell its origin, just like they can't remember the origin of Ziji. Legend has it that this was a gift given to them by some supreme power a long time ago. This crystal expanded their spiritual power and allowed them to understand more of the mysteries of the universe. People use it to heal the wounded, cast spells, and peer into the future, which is why Velen is here tonight. He stepped forward to touch the triangular crystal with reverence. Its warmth is like a small animal sitting in the palm of your hand. It calmed him down. He took a deep breath, letting the familiar energy seep into his body, then dropped his hands and returned to the circle.
Velen closed his eyes and exposed every part of his body to the crystal.??. At first, what he saw seemed to confirm Sargeras' promise. He saw him standing alongside Archimonde and Kil'jaeden. They are not only the noble and proud leaders of the eredar, but also the monarchs of countless others. There was powerful energy flashing around them, Velen zhid¨¤o, and that power was more intoxicating than any fine wine. Every shining city belonged to them, and the residents of the city prostrated themselves before the three men, cheering and shouting out their adoration and loyalty. Great works written in strange languages ??were translated for him, revealing unimaginable hidden magic.
Everything was so brilliant, and his heart was filled with joy.
He turned to Kil'jaeden, and his old friend gave him a smile. Archimonde patted him on the shoulder in a friendly manner.
Velen looked down at Ziji.
Then he screamed in horror.
His body became huge, but distorted. The smooth blue skin turned brown, black and rough, like a diseased old tree. The light of energy surged out of his body, yes, but it was not pure positive energy, but a kind of sick luste. He looked wildly at his friends, his fellow leaders. They also changed. They have also lost all the good qualities they once had. They are now
Man Aari.
The word in the eredar language to describe a terrible mistake, to describe something twisted, evil, and dirty, pierced into his mind like a sharp sword. He cried out in pain again and fell to his knees. Velen looked away from his deformed body, looking for Sargeras' promise of peace, prosperity, and knowledge. All he saw was brutality. Just now, there was a group of worshipers in front of him, but now he only saw mutilated corpses, and the bodies of him, Kil'jaeden, and Archimonde who had been turned into monsters. In this horrific image, a group of creatures Velen had never seen before were cheering for joy: strange dogs with tentacles sticking out from their backs; deformed little monsters jumping around, laughing at the scene of slaughter; and others with wings stretched out, Creatures of false beauty. He glanced around with a proud expression. The ground where their cloven hooves trampled died, and not only the vegetation withered, but the soil itself was destroyed; all sources of life were completely obliterated and sucked away.
This is Sargeras' plan for the Eredar. This is what he said in such a high-sounding tone, so-called "making them stronger." If the people of rugu Velen unite with Sargeras, they will become these monstersthese man'ari. Somehow. Velen knew that what he saw was definitely not an accident. It is definitely not just this one shiji¨¨ that will fall, but dozens, hundreds or even thousands.
He supports Sargeras, and everything will be destroyed. This Man'ari legion will move forward and be invincible, and behind it will be Kil'jaeden, Archimonde, and Velen, may all pure and beautiful things save him. They would never stop until all existence was as black as the land before him. Is Sargeras crazy? Or worse, he clearly knows all this, but still pursues it like this?
Blood and fire poured down. Smashing him all over, burning and beating him until he fell to the ground, crying.
The image then mercifully disappeared. Velen blinked, trembling all over. He was alone in the temple, the crystal glowing with a soothing light. He was grateful for the reassurance.
All that has yet to happen. It still hasn't happened yet.
Sargeras promised them the truth. The Eredar will be changed, and the three leaders will gain power, knowledge, rights and become almost gods.
They will also lose everything they hold dear and betray everything they swore to protect.
Velen raised a hand to wipe his face. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that his hands were only stained with sweat and tears instead of the blood and fire in the image. anyway. It still hasn't happened yet. Is there any way to stop this? Or at least, mitigate the damage caused by this legion?
He knew the answer, as sweet as a ladle of cool water in the desert: Yes.
They felt his anxious call and immediately came to his side. Velen m¨£sh¨¤ng established a spiritual connection with them, allowing them to see everything he saw and feel everything he felt. There was n¨¤me for a moment. He felt that they expressed the same emotions as his, and he couldn't help but feel hopeful. There is still a chance
Archimonde frowned. "This is not the future. This is just your personal premonition."
Velen looked at his friend in disbelief, then turned to Kil'jaeden. Kil'jaeden was never as vain as Archimonde. He is always decisive and wise
"Archimonde is right," Kil'jaeden said calmly, "There is no truth to this. It's just the imagination in your mind."
Velen looked at him, helpless?Suppressed pain overwhelmed him. Slowly, sadly, he severed the link between them. From this moment on, he sealed all the thoughts in his heart silently, never to share them again with these two people who were once as close as an extension of his soul.
Just as Velen had hoped, Kil'jaeden viewed his retreat as a compromise. He smiled and put a hand on Viren's shoulder.
"I will not give up on something that I am sure is good and right just because I am worried that something unpleasant will happen," he said, "I think you will too."
Velen cannot force Ziji to lie. He just lowered his head and sighed. In normal times, Kil'jaeden would definitely be able to see through his weak disguise at a glance, even Archimonde. But now, their attention is not on him. They were thinking about the infinite power that was about to be theirs. It's too late to convince them. These two once great men became the playthings of Sargeras; soon, they would become Man'ari. If Velen and the others find out that he is not going with them, they will turn against him and make him irrecoverable. But he must live and do whatever little he can to save his people from damnation and destruction.
So he nodded, but didn't say a word. The alliance between the three eredar leaders and Sargeras was finalized. Archimonde and Kil'jaeden quickly left to prepare for their new master.
Velen is saddened by Ziji's helplessness. He wanted to save all the people, he had vowed to save all the people, but he also knew that was impossible. Most people would believe Kil'jaeden and Archimonde and ultimately follow them to their destruction. But there is still a small group of people who share his thoughts. I would give up everything for just one word from him. So must they; their homeworld of Argus will soon be utterly destroyed by the madness of the daemon legions. If they want to survive, they must escape.
But where can they escape to?
Velen stared at the Atama Crystal, despair welling up in his heart. Sargeras is coming. There is absolutely no way he can escape such a powerful existence. How could he escape?
Tears welled into his eyes, blurring his vision. His tears must have made the crystal seem to flicker, to pulse Velen blinked. No, it's not the tears that are causing the problem. The crystal is literally glowing. Under his shocked gaze, it slowly rose from the base, floated in the air, and stayed in front of him.
Touching it, a voice spoke softly in his mind. Viren shivered, reaching out his strong, blue hand in awe, expecting to feel the familiar warmth of the crystal.
Energy flowed through his body instantly, and he gasped. This energy is almost as powerful as the dark energy surging in his body in the image. The difference is how dirty that energy is. This energy is as pure as it is; as dark as that energy is, this energy is as bright as it is. Velen's heart was filled with confidence and hope.
The strange, shining force field of Atama Crystal expanded and elongated, taking on a shape. The light it gave off nearly blinded Velen, but he refused to look away.
¡°You are not alone, Eredar Velen,¡± the voice whispered to him. The voice was sweet and gentle, soothing to him. Like flowing water, like summer wind. The light dimmed slightly. Velen took in the form floating before him. He has never seen anything like this before. It appears to be made of living light. Its center is a soft gold, and the outer rim is a shimmering purple. Strange runes that look like metal carvings emit brilliant colors and light, spinning and dancing around the center. It continued to speak in his mind, and to Velen it was as if the light itself had been given a voice.
We also feel the impending disaster of this and other disasters. We are committed to maintaining the balance of the universe, but Sargeras' plan will destroy everything. Total chaos and destruction is coming. What is good, beautiful, and pure will never come back.
Whoshime Velen was so shocked by the magnificence of this existence that he was speechless.
We are the Naaru, the glorious being. You can call me K'urei.
Velen's lips moved, and he whispered, "Naaru K'ure" These two names were so pleasant to the ears. It seemed that just by saying these two names, he got a glimmer of light from them.
"This is where it all started," K'ure continued. "We can't stop it because your friends all have free will." But you use your troubled heart to explore the outside world and want to do everything in your power to save. Therefore, we will also do our best to help you. We will save those of you who refuse to accept the horrors Sargeras brings.
what should I do? Viren's eyes were filled with tears again, but this time? are tears of relief and joy.
Gather those who will listen to your wisdom. On the longest day of the year, head to the highest mountain on the continent. With Atama Crystal. A long, long time ago, we gave it to you; it is through it that we can find you again. We will come and take you away.
For a moment, a trace of doubt seized Viren's heart. He had never heard of a creature of light like the Naaru, and now this being, this K'urei, wanted him to steal the sacred artifacts of his people. They even claimed they gave it to Ereda! Maybe Kil'jaeden and Archimonde were right; maybe the images Velen saw were just his own fears.
However, when this morbid thought flashed through his mind, he realized very clearly that this was just the last remaining desire in his heart, longing for everything to go back to the past, before things changed irrevocably Back Until Sargeras appears
He knows what he should do. In front of that magnificent, dancing being of light, he lowered his head in respect.
The first ally Velen called was Tagas, an old friend who had helped him and the person he trusted most. Everything depends on this friend, because he can move without surveillance, while Viren cannot. Tagas was skeptical at first. But when Viren showed him those dark images, Tagas quickly agreed. Velen never mentioned the Naaru and their help, because he didn't know what kind of help it would be. He just promised Tagas that as long as Tagas believed in him, they could escape.
The longest day of the year is getting closer. While Archimonde and Kil'jaeden were focused on welcoming Sargeras, Velen carefully sent messages to those he trusted. The others were gradually gathered by Tagas. Come to Velen with the belief of protecting the country and its people. Velen then set about weaving an elaborate web of magic between his two once closest friends, now traitors, Zhouw¨¦i, so that they would not notice the commotion happening right under their noses.
The intricate web was woven at an alarmingly fast speed, but for them, it was torturously slow. That day finally came. The eredar who chose to follow Velen gathered on the highest peak of their ancient shiji¨¨. The numbers are painfully small. There are only a few hundred people, and these are the only people Viren trusts. He did not dare to risk contacting those who could betray him.
A few minutes ago, Velen removed the Atama Crystal. He used the shiji¨¡n of the past few days to create a fake, just in case someone discovered that the crystal was missing and raised an alarm. He carefully carved the shape of the Atama crystal from a piece of ordinary crystal and cast a spell on it to make it glow. But it cannot respond to touch. Once someone touches this fake crystal. Velen's theft will be exposed.
The real Atama Crystal was now in his hand, pressed against his heart. He watched his men climb the mountain, strong legs and solid hooves gripping the ground lightly. Many people arrived at their destination and looked at him expectantly; questions were clearly written in their eyes, although they could not ask. What should they do? Their eyes said. How on earth are they going to escape?
Yes, how to escape? Viren thought. For a moment, he felt despair, but then. He recalled the glorious being that had connected his consciousness. They will come. He knows.
But now, every extra second is delayed. Their risk of being discovered increases by one. There are many people coming. Even Tagas can be found.
Restlan, another old and trusted friend, smiled at Velen. "They'll be here soon," he said soothingly.
Velen nodded. Restland must be right. So far, there is no sign that his former friends and now enemies Kil'jaeden and Archimonde have learned of his audacious plans. They were too focused on anticipating the power they were about to receive.
But, but
His intuition, the intuition that made him distrust Sargeras. Now it was bothering his brain. Something is wrong. He found Ziji pacing back and forth.
? Then they came.
Tagas and a few others crossed a hilltop and waved to him with a smile. Viren breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to walk down to greet them when the crystal in his hand suddenly released a burst of energy into his body. Blue fingers tightened around the crystal, and Velen listened to its warning. The dirty breath came along the jingsh¨¦n link, and Viren's legs went weak.
Sargeras has already started. He had already begun to create his terrible legions. The eredar who had either foolishly or trustingly obeyed Kil'jaeden and Archimonde had already been taken under their wing, and they had been twisted into the Man'ari that Velen saw in his reflection. Thousands of man'ari lurk??Everything outside his sight was disguised in some way. If Ruguo hadn't held the Atama Crystal, he wouldn't have been able to discover them until it was too late
Maybe, everything is too late.
He looked at Tagas in shock, and Tur¨¢n realized that the filthy aura of the legion monsters lurking under the mountain also emanated from his old friend. In despair, he squeezed out a prayer from the depths of his soul:
K'urei! Help us!
The Man'ari Legion began to climb the mountain, until they were exposed, approaching like predators eager to kill. But Velen knew that what the fallen eredar had in store for him and his followers was far worse than death. In desperation, Velen grasped the Atama Crystal and pointed it straight to the sky.
For an instant, the sky seemed to split open, and a beam of pure white light fell from the sky and shone directly on the crystal. Under Viren's shocked gaze, it split into seven colors; Tur¨¢n, the crystal in his hand was broken, and the sharp edge cut his finger. There was a stinging pain, and he took a breath and instinctively let go of his hand; the broken crystal floated up in the air. Each piece turned into a perfect spherical shape, each carrying the seven colors divided into the pure white light. Viren watched all this with ecstasy. Seven crystals of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet shot into the sky, then spun around to form a wall of light, surrounding Velen and the frightened eredar around him.
At this moment, Tagas rushed towards him, not hiding the hatred in his eyes. He hit the circle of colorful lights and bounced back as if he had hit a stone wall. Velen turned around and saw Manari chasing after him. They roared, drooled, and clawed at the wall, which was made of nothing but light but protected Velen and his people.
Velen heard a deep voice, no, it should be said that he heard this voice. He raised his head and saw a miracle even more incredible than the seven gems. At first, it looked like a falling star. Too bright to look straight at. It was getting closer, and he could see it clearly. It was not a star, but a building, with a sphere at its center and raised crystals surrounding it. A burst of news came into his mind, and he couldn't help but shed tears.
I¡¯m here, just like I promised. Get ready to give up on this idea. Prophet Velen.
Velen raised his arms like a child begging for a hug from his parents. The ball above his head moved, and Viren felt the body rise gently into the air. He floated higher and higher, and in the air, he saw other people floating towards that container? Viren could only think so. Even though it had a life force that he couldn't understand. In quiet joy, Velen heard the screams and roars of the Man'ari: their prey escaped. The bottom of the spacecraft opened, and after a few seconds, Velen found his feet on the ground. He knelt on the ruguo that could be called the floor and watched his people float toward their safe haven. The last person finally arrived, and Velen was looking forward to the hatch closing. The material of this spaceship was like metal but not metal, like flesh but not flesh. Velen suspected that it was a part of K'uren himself.
But he heard a voice in his mind: Those crystals were once yiti, but now they are divided into seven. Bring them, you'll need them.
Velen leaned toward the exit and stretched out his hands. Seven crystals rushed towards him quickly and hit his palm hard. He couldn't help but inhale. He held them together, ignoring their scalding heat, and then jerked back. Immediately, the exit disappeared, as if there had never been a door there. Viren held the seven Atama crystals tightly, his brain was spinning rapidly, and he felt that he was approaching the edge of madness. His mind hung between hope and despair, and for a second it seemed like it would never end.
Did they do it? Did they escape?
At the head of the army, Kil'jaeden had an excellent view. He watched the mountain be overrun by his minions, and at that moment he tasted victory, almost as sweet as the hunger Sargeras had given him. Tagas did a great job. It was just luck that Viren happened to be holding the crystal; the ruguo crystal was not in his hand, and his body had already fallen to the ground and been torn to pieces.
But the crystal was indeed in his hand, and he did receive the alert. Something happened. A bright light rose up around the traitor to protect him, and something came to greet them. Now, right under Kil'jaeden's eyes, the qigu¨¤i container flickered and disappeared.
He escaped! Damn it, damn it, Viren escaped!
The Man'ari Legion, which was jubilant a few seconds ago, is now filled with shock and disappointment. He connected every one of their thoughts; none of them knew it. What was the Shime that snatched Velen away from Kil'jaeden? Kil'jaeden Tur¨¢n felt a twinge of fear. His master wouldn't be happy.
"What to do now?" Archimonde asked. Kil'jaeden turned to face his allies.
"Find them," Kil'jaeden roared. "Find them and destroy them. Even if it takes a thousand years."
"What happened next? Sister-in-law?" After hearing Murphy's voice stop, the little guys asked anxiously.
Murphy told a very long story this time, which made the little ones very excited, because they thought Murphy would let them listen happily this time, but
"Shime? What happened later!" Murphy said simply: "It's getting late, everyone should go and get natural resistance equipment! Don't forget that we have a meeting with a new boss tonight!"
The little guys were dumbfounded and started to cry.
¡°Sister-in-law~~~you can¡¯t do this~~~¡±
Murphy shrugged and ignored the person.
Zhuoer chuckled and went about his own business.
Luo Wei smiled bitterly.
The little guys were full of tears in the p¨¢ngbi¨¡n. Oh my God, my sister-in-law really did it on purpose. Wow, oh, oh, oh, are they really angry?
After tidying up these little guys, Murphy went about his own affairs with great satisfaction.
There are too many bijing now. It¡¯s impossible not to deal with them properly!
The little guys looked at Zall and Murphy who looked busy. After grinding their teeth in every possible way, they finally went to brush up on the natural resistance equipment!
??Bijing, it¡¯s fun to play, noisy to noisy, Shihou who should be doing business will definitely not have any problems!
shiji¨¡n Soon it was night, and the elite group once again set foot on the land of Silithus.
In addition to the elite group, there are other teams. The first few bosses in the Ruins of Ahn'Qiraj are just the first few bosses. The drops from Osirian the Scarless are very good. In addition, there are also skill books. It¡¯s also very lively here.
Like the day before, the gate of Ahn'Qiraj was still not peaceful. After a day of fighting during the day, the alliance and tribe of Yongye Port were finally defeated.
The result of the battle can only end with one party being completely driven away!
However, Drow Murphy was too lazy to pay attention to the PK battle here, and directly led the little guys from the Scarlet Cross Guild to crush them all the way into the dungeon.
Today is the last day of activities in the ruins of Ahn'Qiraj in this progress. It's not okay if you don't hurry up!
After a while, the members of the Shizune group arrived at the square of War Guard Shaltura. It was now empty. Zuoyou looked around and saw the target directly.
In the corner of the square, there is a long and narrow passage that can be walked back. It seems that that is the target of the elite group tonight.
However, although everyone knew where they should go, there was only an elite group of little guys who came over. They all gathered near the entrance of the passage from a distance, and everyone stood and watched from a distance.
Visible to the naked eye, there are a large number of bugs distributed in the channel.
The all-black Vikni Peak, the bigger, all-blue Vikni soldiers!
It should be noted that the Vikni Peaks are just ordinary monsters, while the Vikni Soldiers are some elite monsters!
Luo Wei looked at the scene in the passage and couldn't help but feel a headache. "Second brother, are there too many bugs in front? How are we going to fight them? There is no way to pull monsters like this, right? Although these bugs in the passage are The bugs are all ordinary mobs, with only a few elite bugs mixed in, but with this number, it¡¯s dizzying~~~ I¡¯ll be killed if I rush in, right?¡±
Zall raised his head and looked at the passage, curled his lips, and said: "Clean it up slowly! It's just some mobs anyway! Just use the AOE for the legal DPS!"
"That's all we can do!" The little guys smiled bitterly and nodded again and again.
Faced with an astonishing number of bugs, the little guys could only accept their fate and push forward slowly. (To be continued.) - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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