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- Listening to the crazy thoughts of the little guys, Zhuoer couldn't say anything, because when he did this task in his previous life, he ran back and forth for a long time and couldn't find it. In the end, he had to ask Murphy to come over once. Get this job done.
Having successfully obtained the Water of Terror, the little guys flew towards the Un'Goro Ring Mountain to recover the crystal.
Recovery crystals are relatively easy to get. After all, even if you are not doing a task, you are just running errands. In the middle of running errands, you can pick up various crystals all over Un'Goro Crater.
In addition, another advantage of this task is that these crystals can be exchanged. In this case, it will save everyone a lot of trouble, and it does not take long to get these recovery crystals.
Back in Ironforge, Murphy had prepared the Demonized Thorium Ingots. The little guys took those Demonized Thorium Ingots, flew to the Eastern Plaguelands, and successfully obtained the Sinmalor Crystal. Okay, In fact, it is a suicide crystal.
Sinmalo Crystal
Bind after picking up
Accessories
Equipment: If you have no value, you will absorb 100 to 500 mana points per second and cause damage.
Looking at this ornament, some of the little ones were dissatisfied, some coughed, and even those who were satisfied regarded it as dissatisfied.
After several "blackmails", the little guys have vaguely understood that it is a good time for another "blackmail"!
Chou, the poor man in the family, was the first to speak: "Boss, sister-in-law, this Sinmalo crystal is not very fun!"
"That's right! Why does it only have the function of killing blood and losing blood! It doesn't transform!" Maomaoyu also pouted a little "dissatisfied".
Zhuoer Murphy rolled his eyes. Of course they knew very well that these little bastards were ready to "blackmail".
Zhuoer said angrily: "Fei'er and I just told you that this is just a suicide thing! There are not so many tricks to play!"
"But this is too different from the previous furbolg magic wand, right?" The bottle was also dissatisfied. This kind of "suicide" item obviously didn't suit his liking.
Murphy frowned and said: "They are not the same thing! Come on, don't you just blackmail me first? I'll do it for you!"
Murphy was super easy to talk to this time. But the hearts of the little guys suddenly tightened. Their sister-in-law is not so easy to talk to, right?
Sure enough, when it comes to deceiving people, Murphy is the best, just listen to Murphy saying: "You can listen to the story if you want, because we have already made a previous agreement. So you listen to what I tell you, how about it? Of course, you can also choose Do not listen!"
The little guys looked at each other in shock. They were not stupid, so they knew that Murphy was digging a hole for them. So, were they listening? Still don¡¯t listen?
After a short silence, they naturally said one sentence in unison.
"listen!"
Well, obviously these little guys don't believe that Murphy has a story at hand. You know, she has told a total of four stories now, and she has the ability to conjure up another one! Otherwise, no matter which one they listen to, they will make money!
Murphy was not surprised either. He chuckled and started telling the story.
The Fortress of Solitude
The larger of Azeroth¡¯s twin moons rises first tonight. Now, she is hanging round in the night sky. Use the silver moonlight to illuminate the stars. Under this soft moonlight, the peaks of the Redridge Mountains decorate. During the day, the sun casts a pink halo on these peaks, and at night, they turn into tall, aloof ghosts. At the foot of the mountain on the west side of the mountain range is the Elwynn Forest. Covered in oak and satinwood, it stretches from the hilly terrain to the seaside. To the east is a vast black swamp. A swampy mountainous area filled with streams and rivers. There are abandoned dwellings and hidden dangers everywhere.
A black shadow passed over the moon, a crow-shaped black shadow, flying towards a place in the center of the mountains. It is the most secluded place in the entire Redridge Mountains, a circular valley. That place may be the memory of an ancient collision between heaven and earth. Or maybe it's the traces left by a crustal explosion. The erosion of the years has made the edge of this crater jagged, and many new peaks have been born here. The geographical environment here is such that Elvin's ancient tree species cannot grow. Only weeds and vines covered these barren mountains.
In the center of these mountains, there is a bare stone peak, which is as eye-catching as the head of a Kul Tiran trade prince. In fact, the mountain road leading to the peak is very steep, but the top of the peak is very flat, and the entire peak is shaped like a human head. Throughout the ages, many documents have mentioned this mountain, but the authors of only a few of them were brave enough to mention its owner. Those rare onesWhen it comes to his author, he is either incredibly powerful or ignorant.
On the flat summit of this mountain stands an ancient tower built of heavy white bricks and mortar. This giant man-made object reaches into the sky, higher than all the surrounding mountains. Under the moonlight, it looks like a lighthouse. There is a low wall at the foundation of the tower. Outside the wall is an abandoned residential area. In addition to the tower, there is also a stable and a blacksmith shop. The height is not comparable to that of the tower. In fact, this tower is proud of everything, including The mountains here.
This place was once called Karazhan. It was once the home of the mysterious and enigmatic last guardian of Tirisfal. It was once a land full of life. Now, it is nothing more than a dead zone forgotten by time.
The tower is silent, but that doesn't mean there's no movement. Under the embrace of night, silent images float in and out of the windows, and various illusions dance between the terrace and the walls. It is not appropriate to say that they are ghosts. It is better to say that they are the afterimages of the poetic days of the past. These shadows of the past were released into concrete images due to the madness of the original owner of this tower. Now, the terrible curse forces them to reproduce the past situation over and over again in this forgotten tower, forcing them to perform one-act plays without an audience.
But now, the sound of a pair of boots on stone bricks broke the silence. At the entrance of an open-air corridor at the highest spire of the tower, the soft moonlight reflected a figure on the white stone bricks. A ragged red cloak fluttered in the biting cold wind at night. That spire used to be an observatory.
The door leading from the open-air corridor to the observatory opened a crack with the sharp sound of ancient hinges, and then immediately became rigid due to the dual effects of time and rust. The cloaked figure was silent for a while, put his index finger on the hinge, and silently recited a short spell. The door opened silently immediately. The hinges become like new. The intruder smiled.
The observatory is now empty, and the remaining tools have been damaged and scattered on the ground. The cloaked figure entered silently, like one of those silent visions. He picked up a broken astrolabe. The shape of this astrolabe has been distorted by some unknown force, and now it can only be called a pile of gold, lying lifeless in the hands of the intruder.
There were other movements suddenly in the observatory. The intruder looked up. A ghostly figure appeared beside him, leaning against a window. This ghost-like figure is a broad-shouldered man with black hair and beard, and the edges are a little gray due to his age. He is part of those past memories, and has been repeating his work since his release. Now, the black-haired man was holding the astrolabe that was in the intruder's hand, and he was fiddling with a bump on it as it was before it was broken. He was concentrating on adjusting the astrolabe, dialing it, and testing it. Dial again, test again. The dark eyebrows were frowning tightly on the ghostly green eyes. Finally, the tall, striking figure relaxed, placed the astrolabe on a long-gone table, and disappeared.
Khadgar tightened the letter of introduction with the red seal in his hand, desperately trying to remember his name. He had been traveling for several days, following several brigades along the way. Finally, we successfully passed through the vast and dense Elwynn Forest and arrived at Karazhan. Then climbed the mountain again. Come to this quiet, empty, lonely place. Even the air here feels cold and isolated. Now, the young man, who was aching all over and exhausted from exhaustion, with a messy beard, stood on a mound in Karazhan's cemetery, still unable to believe that the purpose of his coming here was to introduce himself to the most powerful mage in Azeroth.
It is an honor, all the scholars of the Kirin Tor say. This is opportunity. It is something that can be encountered but cannot be sought, they insisted, and must not be missed. Khadgar's wise mentors, a council of scholars and wizards, told Khadgar. They have been planning for several years to plant an eye and ear in the Tower of Karazhan. The Kirin Tor were eager to learn the valuable knowledge that the most powerful wizard in the world had hidden in his library. They also wanted to know what research he was passionate about. Of course, the most important thing is to know what this duli mage plans to do with his intellectual heritage a hundred years later, and when Medivh, the strongest and greatest, plans to start cultivating his heirs.
The Great Medivh had ignored the Kirin Tor for a year or two, and apparently only recently had he begun to respond to some of their entreaties. For example, recruit a disciple. Was the reason because the sorcerer's rumored hard-heartedness was suddenly influenced, or was it just a diplomatic concession, or was it because he felt that the mortality rate of the experimental creatures he kept in captivity was too high? Leave it alone, Khadgar's superior said. In short, the fact is that the powerful duli (and to Khadgar, mysterious) wizard wanted an assistant, and the entire Magic KingThe ruling order of Dalaran, the Kirin Tor, were eager to satisfy him.
So young Khadgar was chosen. Over the next few days, he was instilled with countless study guides, interview techniques, coping techniques, requirements, suggestions, advice, and all kinds of contradictory introductions by countless masters: such as "Ask Medivh about his mother and demons." "Stories of Combat" was a request from his first teacher Jaziba. "Find out all the history of elves from the library" is Ms. Dales' request. "Read all the monster manuals in his library" was the order of Oronda, who once wrote a book concluding that there is a fifth type of troll that has not yet been discovered in the world. "Honest, frank, straightforward", this is the advice of Chief Engineer Nolan. The great astral mage Medivh seems to appreciate these virtues. Others include "work hard, study hard, and make progress every day", "obey orders", "learn to listen", "move forward bravely", "see six directions, listen to all directions" and so on.
These ambitions of the Kirin Tor are not what bothers Khadgar the most. He grew up in Dalaran and became an apprentice of the Council at an early age, so he knows very well how greedy his mentors are for magical knowledge. Their growing collection of magic books had impressed young students in their early years, and Khadgar was no longer surprised by it.
In fact, he found that his strong curiosity seemed to be the root cause of his current situation. He once secretly investigated some big figures in the Violet Citadel of Dalaran alone. I discovered many secrets that they did not want outsiders to know. For example, the chief engineer is addicted to drinking fire wine, Ms. Dales likes young gentlemen slightly younger than herself, and the librarian Querigan's hobby is collecting pamphlets describing the ritual customs of historical devil worship (especially those that bloody).
In addition, something happened to one of the wise men in Dalaran, and that was the respected Alexis. He is missing. Is he dead, or something terrible happened? The parliament avoided talking about him, even removed his name from relevant information, and never mentioned him again. But Khadgar still found some clues. Khadgar has a knack for finding clues. He knows how to get in touch with the right people and talk to the right people at the right time. This is his gift, but in some cases, it can also be a curse (or curse).
His discoveries directly led to the current glorious (and, according to the warnings and planning of the masters, probably a life-threatening) task being assigned to him. Perhaps they thought young Khadgar was too good at uncovering secrets. The Council wanted to send him somewhere where his curiosity would benefit the Kirin Tor, and if not, at least throw him around enough. Stay away to prevent him from continuing to discover the private secrets of other members of the Violet Castle.
And Khadgar, relying on his invincible eavesdropping skills, has already known these thoughts of the council.
So, Khadgar carried a rucksack stuffed with notes and filled his heart with other people's secrets. With my head filled with orders and useless advice I set off. In the last week before leaving Dalaran, he came into contact with nearly every member of the Council. Each of them was interested in something about Medivh. A wizard who lived in an isolated place, surrounded by woods and strange-looking peaks. The members of the Kirin Tor wanted to know something about him. To be precise, I desperately want to know.
The main entrance now seemed to him like the mouth of a huge beast, with no door or fence. This is indeed very reasonable. I wonder which army would dare to cross Elwynn Forest and enter this crater. Then he came to the Astral Mage to die? There is no record of any attempt to besiege Karazhan.
The gloomy gate is tall enough to allow an elephant in full circus gear to pass through. Directly above it hangs a wide balcony with stone railings, from which height one can overlook the surrounding mountains. At this time, there seemed to be a flicker at the guardrail. This small movement was not so much what Khadgar saw as what he felt: a figure in a robe, maybe. Went back to the tower from the balcony. Is he being watched? Will someone come to greet him, or will he have to venture in on his own?
"Are you new here, young man?" The voice was as hollow as if it came from the grave. Khadgar was stretching his neck and looking up at the empty balcony when he suddenly heard such a sound and was frightened to death. He turned around and saw a stooped, thin figure appearing at the sinister entrance.
The hunchbacked thing looked at Khadgar to the side. For a moment, Khadgar wondered whether Medivh had transformed the animals in the forest to serve as his servants. The guy looked like a hairless weasel with a dark patch covering his long face.
Khadgar forgot to respond for a moment, but the weasel-like manStep out from the shadow and continue to repeat the question just now.
"Are you new here, young man?" he said. Every word is deliberately pronounced accurately, and you have to take a breath every time you pronounce a word. When he completely stepped out of the shadows, he looked like he was just an older butler who was slightly older than middle-aged, wearing a black sejing attendant's uniform. A servant is human and a servant. There is a pair of black eye masks on his face, extending from the ears on both sides to the bridge of his nose.
The young man found himself staring impolitely at the old man. "Khadgar," he said, and after a moment he showed the letter of introduction he was clutching. "From the continent of Lordaeron. From the continent of Lordaeron, from the Kingdom of Dalaran, from Khadgar of Dalaran. I was sent by the Kirin Tor. From the continent of Lordaeron, from the Kingdom of Dalaran, from the Violet City Of, the Kirin Tor." He felt as if he were heading toward a huge one now. Pebbles were being thrown into the calm lake, hoping that the old man would respond to at least one of them.
"Of course you are, Khadgar," the old man said. "From the continent of Lordaeron. From the Kingdom of Dalaran. From the Violet City. From the Kirin Tor. Khadgar." The old servant took the letter filled with tadpole script but did not open it. Instead, he smoothed out its wrinkled corners and put it inside his shirt. After traveling so far to protect it, Khadgar felt a sense of loss. This letter of introduction was so important to his future that he was loath to see it disappear even for a moment.
"The Kirin Tor sent me to assist Medivh. Lord Medivh. Archmage Medivh. Medivh of Karazhan," Khadgar realized then that his words, which were tantamount to babbling, had left him with one foot in his step. On the way back to my hometown. So he decided that it would be more appropriate to keep his mouth shut.
"I'm sure it's them," said the servant. "Sent you, yes." He glanced at the seal on the letter, put a thin hand into his vest, and took out a pair of eye patches with metal edges. "Do you want a blindfold?"
Khadgar felt confused: "No, oh, I mean, no, thank you."
"Moros," said the servant.
Khadgar shook his head.
"My name is Moros," the servant said, "steward of this tower. Serving Medivh. Do you want an eyepatch?" He picked up the eyepatch again. It was exactly the same as the one on his own face.
"No, thank you Moros." Khadgar said, his expression was very strange.
The servant turned around and waved his hand for Khadgar to follow.
Khadgar picked up his backpack and strode to follow the old servant. He thought the servant was weak, but he didn't expect him to climb the stairs so quickly.
"Are you the only one in the tower?" When I turned a corner of the stairs and prepared to continue climbing up. Khadgar asked tentatively. At this time, the guest was already a long way behind the servant, but due to the echo structure of the tower, the sound was easily transmitted.
"Huh?" the servant responded.
"Have you always been alone?" Khadgar repeated, wondering if he had to speak like Moros in order for him to understand. "Do you live alone here?"
¡°The Astral Mage is here too,¡± Moros gasped as he spoke. The sound was as weak as the dust in a tomb.
"Of course," Khadgar said.
"If he hadn't been here, you wouldn't have come here," the steward continued, "Here, yes." Khadgar suddenly wondered whether the old man's voice sounded like this because he didn't speak often.
"Of course," Khadgar agreed, "Is there anyone else?"
"Now that you are here," Moros continued, "the work here is shared by two people. It is more difficult for me to do it alone. Therefore, I suggest hiring a helper."
"So usually, it's just you and the master here?" Khadgar asked. Now he wondered if the butler had been hired (or created?) because of his taciturn nature.
"And Cook," Moros took a breath and said again. It turned out that he hadn't finished what he just said, "but he doesn't talk often. Thank you for asking."
Khadgar tried to resist the urge to roll his eyes, but failed. Now he had to pray that the butler wearing the blindfold couldn't see his expression.
They now arrived at a corridor dotted with torches. Moros walked forward towards the spiral staircase on the opposite side. But Khadgar stopped and observed the torches carefully. He put his palm close to the flame, but couldn't feel any heat. He felt that this "cold fire" might be very common in this tower. Dalaran usually uses fluorescent crystals as a stable light source. In addition, as far as Khadgar knew, other stable light sources were nothing more than reflectors, elemental essences, etc. A large number of fireflies could also be used under certain circumstances, but they would not be fire. But what he saw here was perfect??It's differentthese flames don't waver at all, as if they are frozen in place
Moros was now halfway up the stairs to the next floor. He turned slowly, coughing and wheezing. Khadgar quickly followed. Obviously, the blindfold did not restrict the old butler too much.
"Why are you wearing a blindfold?" Khadgar asked curiously.
¡°Huh?¡± Moros responded like this again.
Khadgar nodded at the eyepatch on the opponent¡¯s head: ¡°This eyepatch, why?¡±
Moros¡¯s face twisted, and Khadgar thought he was trying to smile. "The magic here is very powerful. Sometimes, it can go wrong. Youmaysee something here. Unless you are very careful. I have always been careful. But other visitors before are not like me. So careful. They all escaped later."
Khadgar remembered the phantom he saw on the balcony at the door (still not sure if it was an illusion), and then nodded.
¡°Cook has a pair of crystal glasses,¡± Moros added. "They took him away," he paused. "Cook doesn't know how to use his brain in this regard."
Khadgar wanted to encourage Moros to say more: "So it seems that you have been the butler of the Astral Mage for a while?"
"Huh?" Moros always couldn't do without this sentence.
"Have you and Medivh lived together for a long time?" Khadgar said. Trying to hide his impatience.
"Hey," the butler nodded. "It's been a long time, a long timea few years, since I came here." He stopped talking, and the two of them continued to climb the stairs in silence.
"What kind of person do you think he is?" Khadgar finally couldn't help but break the silence. "I mean, Lord Astral Mage."
"The question is," Moros said, opening a door leading to the next spiral staircase, "how much do you know about him?"
Khadgar's own investigations in this area were surprisingly fruitless. Except for those he found in the Violet Library (and those he secretly found in some private libraries and secret book societies). Other information about this "strongest and greatest Medivh" is really very scarce. This casts an even greater mystery on the whole matter. All the senior mages in Dalaran seemed to have some kind of awe for Medivh, and they were trying their best to investigate his affairs. Even small things, personal hobbies, etc.
Based on common information, Medivh is obviously a young man. He is only in his forties and has a lot of time, but he has not made any major contributions or performed any feats that alarmed anyone. This surprised Khadgar. Most of the duli mages he has heard of usually do very eye-catching things. They are also not afraid to venture into areas that ordinary people dare not venture into, and are usually cursed or disabled or simply die because of their research. What he learned in school as a child told him. Non-Dalaran mages usually do things without considering the consequences, and there is no one to restrict or control them. The ending of these self-taught magic mages without formal training is usually very tragic (some even drag people from around them to be buried with them, although this is uncommon).
I have never seen Medivh knock down a castle with one hand, or turn himself into particles to travel through the twisting void, or summon a dragon like in some magical stories and then the dragon destroyed a city uncontrollably. He never showed it. It has no strong restrictive or destructive power. However, consider that the scholars of Dalaran make a fuss over the minutiae of his life. Especially since the difference between Medivh's introduction and his research results was so big, Khadgar felt it was better not to draw conclusions prematurely.
However, the information he has obtained so far still cannot explain all this. There was no sign that Medivh had done any great research, made any great discoveries, or produced any astonishing results that could explain the Kirin Tor's awe of him. He has not been seen in all the major and minor wars in history. The bards' descriptions of him are also surprisingly abstract. His contributions were never mentioned by the diligent criers.
However, Khadgar still believes that there must be some important reasons, some reasons that make scholars fear, respect, and envy. The Kirin Tor always hide from outside mages, unwilling to share magical knowledge with them equally. The purpose is naturally to guard against these guys who are not loyal to Violet City. But they were so groveling to Medivh. Why?
Khadgar has only a few clues about his family origins (because Jazba is very interested in his mother's story), and he is mentioned by name in a few tomes, and there are some references to Dalaran. people visited him. All these visits occurred within the past five years, and the data shows thatShemedivan only saw the older mages among them, such as Alexis, who is now missing.
To sum up the above, Khadgar still knows almost nothing about the supposedly great mage Medivh he will serve for. Khadgar had always liked to use his knowledge of the other person as a weapon in his conversations, but now he found himself completely unarmed.
So he answered Moros loudly: "Not much."
Facts have proved that Murphy has more stories than less! Moreover, the beginning of every story is so cheating!
Although according to Murphy's habit. This story obviously ended after a while, but in fact, this did not satisfy the curiosity of the little ones. On the contrary, their curiosity became even stronger~~~~
woo woo woo woo! We regret hearing this story! Oh my God! When will they be able to hear the rest?
Little ones, I can guarantee that it will be a long time before this story about Medivh is mentioned again! Absolutely! ! !
¡°Moreover, they secretly considered the story told by their sister-in-law. Even more tragically, they discovered that their sister-in-law probably got stuck at the end of a short plot. Well, they had to prevent their sister-in-law from deliberately using the second half of the story to deal with them. Thinking about it this way, oh oh oh oh, they also Isn't it too sad?
Thinking of this, the little guys wanted to cry even more, but. As long as you are willing to spend money, you can basically buy anything in this world, but there are also things that you can't buy at all. For example, regret medicine is definitely something that only has demand but no supply! Now, the little ones are extremely eager to have this thing, so that they can go back ten minutes ago and beat themselves up for saying they wanted to listen to a story!
Of course, the above is purely a dream!
So. Naturally, the little guys will only regret it!
And this time, Murphy, who successfully got rid of these little guys, happily ran off to do his own thing.
Of course, this time. Murphy didn't forget to tell his eldest brother not to let him vent again. It's getting harder and harder to deal with these little bastards now! You can't let them go, right?
¡°Ahem, anyway, the little guys have finally calmed down now, although I don¡¯t know if they are brewing something again. But Zall Murphy is too lazy to care about this matter, they are too busy with the things at hand!
You know, just now, Zhuoer and Murphy received the latest news, and it seems that a guild has started to rush forward!
Drow Murphy didn¡¯t pay too much attention to what kind of guild it was. Anyway, in their view, all grandpas are opponents, and they are not qualified to challenge them directly! Wouldn't it be a waste of brains if every guild remembered this kind of opponent?
Moreover, they roughly guessed why the other party suddenly started to exert force. Wasn't it because someone injected money into it and turned it into a professional guild? Now that they have money, they dare to work hard and start to catch up with the progress.
However, again, Drow Murphy doesn't care. Although no one from the Bloody Cross Guild invests money in the guild, their progress is guaranteed not to lag behind anyone else.
Don't say that they can't find anyone to spend money. Zhuoer Murphy himself is enough. They can invest a large amount of money without frowning. However, they all know that no matter who or what they are involved in, as long as they are involved, When it comes to money issues, it will definitely be troublesome. Therefore, Murphy would rather be troublesome and play buying and selling games in the game than sell cards. He will not involve money issues elsewhere. As for selling cards within the Blood Cross Guild, , that is purely a private behavior of the little guys.
In addition, even if these guilds have people investing, in order to catch up with these progress, just investing money is not enough.
I have participated in the game before and said that the game World of Warcraft has been distorted by Drow Murphy. The opportunities that should have given these ordinary players to grow have become very few, but the players in the elite group of the Blood Cross Guild are outstanding. It has been trained by Ralph Murphy for a long time. When you compare the two, you will know how big the gap is between them.
Apart from anything else, there is no hope for other guilds to catch up with the Bloody Cross Guild quickly. Even if they are stuck with the Twin Emperors and the ancient god C'Thun, it is estimated that the Bloody Cross Guild has almost overtaken those two. The boss has been killed!
????????????????????? Princess Haholan in front is a very frustrating boss!
Well, it is estimated that many, many guilds will be stuck, just like the fallen Valastaz who blocked many guilds in the past!
Starting from this progress, Drow Murphy adjusted the meeting schedule of the Blood Cross Guild. Molten Core was scheduled for Monday, Black Wing Lair was scheduled for Tuesday and Wednesday, and Temple of Ahn'Qiraj was scheduled for Thursday, Friday and Saturday. As for?The 20-man dungeons of Qiraji Ruins and Zul'Gurub, Drow directly chose to let go and let these little guys take time to fight. There is really no time, so just fight on Sunday night!
What? And the black dragon princess Onyxia? Come on, it¡¯s just a boss, can¡¯t it be strangled to death in half an hour? Just find a day to do something half an hour early.
So in the first three days of this week, although the little guys are still busy, the progress of everyone's equipment is quite good, and don't forget that they also have to brush up on natural resistance equipment! Otherwise, we'll be in trouble if we don't get the next boss!
Having killed four bosses, the little guys all know that they may encounter a boss that requires natural resistance equipment at any time.
In fact, just as they expected, after hesitating for several days, Drow Murphy finally decided that the boss to open up the wasteland below is the sixth boss, Princess Haholan! Not the fifth boss Visidos!
As for the reason, it¡¯s very simple, because Visidos is more difficult and much harder to defeat than Princess Haholan, and even more difficult to defeat than the Seventh Twin Emperors. Generally speaking, Visidos The tribe is much easier to fight than the Alliance, and their equipment is not up to standard. Therefore, even if Drow Murphy wants to meet with Visidus, don't forget that someone is planning to overtake!
So, everyone, let¡¯s go directly to Princess Haholan!
As for the little ones, will there be any problems? Haha, just look at the little guys in front of them who can endure it and kill n on the side of Princess Yalki, Lord Cree and Wim. These little guys are guaranteed to be obedient!
Of course, Drow Murphy¡¯s intention is not to stop killing Vicidus, but to put this boss behind the Twin Emperors!
Drow Murphy has made up his mind, and the day has come when the elite group of the Blood Cross Guild will enter the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj again.
On Thursday night, the little guys gathered again and obtained various supplies from Murphy. When they were teleported to Cenarion Fortress, Catfish brought a message.
To be precise, this news is an incident that Maomaoyu just encountered. This incident made the elite team of the Bloody Cross Guild stunned at first, and then became furious!
"What? Maomaoyu, you said someone is going to spend money from you to buy the guide to the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj?" The little guys almost got angry.
"Yes!" Maomaoyu was also very angry.
Zhuoer Murphy also frowned fiercely.
The poor man was so ugly that he cursed: "These £¤&&%&"
"My family is poor!" The poor man cursed Chou for a while before Zhuoer stopped him.
After being stopped by Zhuoer, the poor man cursed a few times in a low voice, and then said: "Boss, these people are finished, aren't they? At first, it was an attempt to poach, but when poaching failed, it turned into planning to buy an account. If buying an account doesn¡¯t work, just buy a guide! What on earth do these bastards think? They can¡¯t just open up wasteland on their own!¡±
The saying "the family is poor and ugly" almost represents the thoughts of all the little guys. (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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