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- Medivh lowered his height and raised his hands above his head. Khadgar recited a few incantations on the back of the griffin. Of course, Khadgar could not see the front of Medivh, so the incantation was just his speculation. Khadgard's brain told him that he knew how to follow suit, how to let go of his hands and control the gryphon with only the movements of his knees. But he didn't really feel comfortable doing so.
They continued to fly forward, but Medivh's body suddenly emitted a bright light. His figure was illuminated by this bright light like a god, making Khadgar's griffon look like an insignificant black dot. Below them, the young mage discovered a military camp, perched on a hill that stood out among the surrounding swamps. They lowered their altitude and skimmed the camp, and Khadgar could hear the clanking of armor and the clamor of emergency arms coming from within. What on earth is Medivh doing?
After flying over the camp, Medivh began to rise again and made a spiral turn. Khadgar followed suit one by one. They were back over the camp again, now much brighter. During the time they had circled back, new fuel had been added to the various campfires, glowing brightly in the night. This time, Khadgar could see clearly that this was a huge patrol, perhaps even as many as a company. The commander's tent was large and ornate, and Khadgar recognized the flag of the Kingdom of Azeroth above it.
Stormwind's army. It must be, because there are rumors that Medivh has a close relationship with Llane, the King of Azeroth, and Lothar, the heroic knight of the kingdom. Khadgar expected Medivh to land here, but the astral mage kneed the side of his mount and ordered the gryphon to fly forward. The wings of the two giant beasts beat against the night air, and they began to climb again, this time toward the north. Khadgar had no choice but to follow, and Medivh dropped his hands and regained the reins. The bright light from his body also gradually dissipated.
Flying over the swamp again, Khadgar noticed an elongated strip below. It would be too straight to say it was a river, but it would be too wide to say it was an artificial ditch for irrigation. It must be a road that runs through the entire swamp and extends to the outside areas.
Then another ridge appeared in the distance on their horizon. Another dry patch, and another campsite. There were fires in this camp, too, but they had been extinguished long ago. This camp must have belonged to the same army as the one just now, because they were scattered across the wilderness. As the two flew closer, Khadgar discovered several carriages that were set on fire in the camp. Their goods were scattered around, dotted with charred black human bodies that looked like children's. Toys were littered on the sandy ground of the camp.
Just like before, Medivh flew over the camp. And ascend again, make a turn and fly over it a second time. Khadgar followed suit, and the young mage leaned down from the side of his mount to get a better look. It was like a convoy that had just been looted and then set on fire, but the cargo was still there. Why didn't the robbers steal the goods or even drag them away with the truck? Are there any survivors in the camp?
The last question was answered immediately. Shouts came from a small bush near the camp, and several arrows were shot into the sky.
Medivh calmly pulled back on the reins, and his griffon screamed. He turned around and dodged the arrows. Khadgar tried to follow suit, the warm, false, comforting memory in his mind telling him he knew the right way to turn around. Not like Medivh. Khadgar was riding too far forward.
He hurriedly pulled the reins. The griffin successfully turned around in the air, but it failed to avoid the arrow. A barbed arrow pierced the right wing. The giant beast screamed and convulsed in the air. And desperately trying to flap its wings to rise to where the arrows can't reach.
Khadgar immediately lost his balance, and no matter how skilled he was, he could not compensate. His heart rate reached the limit, his hands slipped off the reins, and his legs failed to hook the mount. The griffin felt that the burden on his body was lightened, so he moved even wider. Throwing Khadgar completely off his back.
Khadgar waved his hands wildly, trying to grab the reins again. The leather rope only touched the tips of his fingers, and in the next moment, it flew high into the night sky together with his mount.
And Khadgar fell straight down, swallowed by endless darkness.
The story of Youqing Lily was read very quickly, but Murphy came back very slowly. After finishing the story and finishing the dungeon, Zhuoer turned around to see what Murphy was working on. Why hasn't it been finished for so long? Then he got bored. The little guys who continued to grind the small dungeon discovered something.
"Hey, I dropped some natural resistance equipment here!"
"Huh? Did it fall when you opened the door? It hasn't fallen yet on our side!"
¡°¡¡¡¡wipe it, I didn¡¯t drop it either.?¡±
"Hahahaha! I've dropped it!" Some people cheered and some gritted their teeth.
Then
¡°Youqing~~~~~¡±
Youqing Lily was silent for a moment, and Luo Wei also turned to look outside the door. After thinking for a while, he walked directly over. When he poked his head, he saw Zhuoer Murphy whispering something, and from time to time he said something to the phone.
Zhuoer was facing the door. When he saw Luo Wei's head, he directly made a gesture for him to do whatever he wanted. Luo Wei was stunned and turned to look at Murphy. He saw that Murphy was more straightforward and waved his hand directly. Well, this is Do you mean casually?
? ?Okay, I confirm that it means casual!
So, the story of Youqing Lily continues.
The moment he hit the ground, Khadgar felt the air in his lungs rush out as if it had been drained. The gravel surface he touched with his fingers made him realize that he must have landed on a low sand dune next to the ruins on the side of the ridge. .
The young mage stood up with difficulty and stood up. From the sky, the ridge looks like a forest fire, but from below, it looks like a gaping gate to hell.
The four-wheeled carriage was almost completely covered in flames, and its contents were scattered around the ridge, burning and blazing. The cloth was unrolled and scattered on the muddy ground, the broken bucket was leaking water continuously, and some of the stolen food remnants were scattered and mixed into the mud. Around Khadgar lay the bodies of lightly armored humanoids, and occasionally a helmet or a broken sword could be glimpsed. These should be the relics left by the guards who failed to protect the convoy.
Khadgar shook his painful shoulder. Fortunately, it felt like it was just a bruise rather than a fracture. If he hadn't landed on the sand, he would have fallen harder. He shook his head vigorously. At this time, the feeling left by Medivh's spell was nothing compared to the stronger pain everywhere in his body.
There was a noise around the ruins, and Khadgar instinctively lowered his body. An unfamiliar barking sound came repeatedly. The guttural language sounded profane and crude to Khadgar's ears. They were looking for him, they had seen him fall from his mount and were now searching for him. Just as he saw it, the rickety figure staggered through the ruins, casting a series of hunched shadows in the passing firelight.
Khadgar seemed to have remembered something, but he couldn't remember what it was, and now he was trying not to think about anything else. I just hope that the cover of night will prevent me from being discovered by those creatures.
But that was not the case. Behind him, there was a sound like branches breaking, boots stepping on a pit covered with fallen leaves, or leather armor being wiped with a brush. In short, this was enough for Khadgar to know that he was no longer standing there alone. He turned around and was shocked to find
The kind of monster he had seen in the illusion, a green-black humanoid monster.
It doesn¡¯t look as big or as wide as in the illusion, but it is still a nightmarish creature: a large jaw protruding forward is covered with exposed fangs. The rest of the face is small and insidious. Khadgar noticed for the first time that the creature also had long, erect ears. It may have heard the sound Khadgar made before it saw him.
The monster's armor is dark, but made of leather rather than metal like in the dream. It held a torch in one hand, and the firelight deeply outlined its features, making the entire face look even more terrifying. In its other hand it held a spear decorated with a string of white objects. Khadgar suddenly realized that these objects were human ears, trophies of the carnage around him.
Everything happened so suddenly, and the contact between man and monster took just a moment. The beast raised its terrifyingly decorated spear and pointed it at the young mage, roaring as a challenge.
Khadgar muttered a few spells, raised his hand and released a bunch of small magic arrows, hitting the beast in the belly. The monster then collapsed. Its challenge has come to an end for the time being.
In the flash of lightning, part of Khadgar's mind was shocked by the reaction he had just made. Another part clearly remembered what he had seen in the visions of Karazhan what these beasts could do.
The creature seemed to have alerted the other members of the squad before it spotted him, and now battle howls were heard around the camp as two, four, or even a group (12) of these lumbering beasts closed in on his location. To make matters worse, howls were heard even from the swamp.
Khadgar knew he couldn't bring them all down. Summoning the magic arrow just now was enough to weaken him. If I do it a few more times, I might be in danger of fainting. Maybe he should try to escape?
But these monsters may know the terrain of the dark swamp around them better than he does. If he remained on the sandy ridge. Will definitely be surrounded, butIf he escaped into the swamp, even Medivh might not be able to find him.
Khadgar looked up at the sky. There was no sign of the Astral Mage or the Griffin. Could it be that Medivh had landed somewhere and was sneaking up on these monsters? Or did he go back to the human army in the south to ask for help?
Or, Khadgar thought in a cold sweat. Could it be that Medivh's mercury-like mood had changed again and he had forgotten that there was someone else flying with him?
Khadgar quickly observed the darkness in the distance, and then turned his attention back to the encirclement itself. There seemed to be more shadows swaying around the fire, and howling sounds came one after another. Khadgar picked up the terrifying spear full of trophies on the ground and deliberately strode towards the fire. He might no longer be able to cast one or two magic arrows, but the monsters didn't know this.
¡°Perhaps they are as stupid as they look, and they lack skill in spells.
¡°He did scare them, yes. These beasts were only thinking of catching the poor victim they had just shot down from the flying platform, but when they reached the top of the hill, they suddenly found the victim standing in the light of the campfire holding in his hand the trophy spear of one of their guards.
Khadgar threw the spear into the fire, sparks flying as it fell.
The young mage summoned a small cluster of flames, forming a small fireball and floating it in his hand. He hoped that the firelight would outline his serious face like the torch in the guard's hand just now. The effect is indeed better.
"Get out of this place!" Khadgar shouted, praying that his nervous voice would not leave any flaws.
"Leave this place or die!"
A slightly larger beast took two steps forward. Khadgar recited a spell. The energy of the secret magic gathered in his hand holding the flame and finally exploded in the face of the green beast. The monster stretched out its claw-like hands to cover its blasted face in pain, then screamed and fell down.
"Get away!" Khadgar yelled, trying to keep his voice low, "Get away or end up like him!" He felt cold in his belly and tried not to stare at the burning corpse.
A spear flew towards him from the darkness, and Khadgar used the last of his magic power to summon air magic. The energy of the air shield is just enough to deflect the spear from its original direction. After doing this, Khadgar felt dizzy. This was the last thing he could do, he had truly exhausted all his mana. Now the only thing left is to scare the enemy with bluff.
The monsters around, about a dozen that could be seen, took one step back, and then another. Khadgar calculated that if he shouted again, they would probably escape back to the swamp, giving him enough time to escape. He had decided to run south, to the human army's camp.
But at this moment, a loud giggle froze Khadgar's blood. The queue of monster warriors made way. A figure staggered forward. It was thinner and more stooped than the other beasts, and wore a robe whose color was like condensed blood, just like the color of the sky in a fantasy world. Its face was twisted and green like other monsters, but this guy's eyes flashed with evil and savage wisdom.
It stretched out its hand, palm upward, took out a dagger and pierced the palm with the tip. Reddish blood immediately gushed out and flowed over its clawed hands.
The robed beast chanted several incantations that Khadgar had never heard before, and they stung his eardrums. And the blood on its hands began to burn.
"Human, do you want to play?" the beast suddenly said in a barely understandable human language. "Do you want to play magic? Northgren can play with you."
"Get away!" Khadgar shouted again. "Get away or die!"
However, the young mage's voice was already trembling. The robed monster smiled slyly.
Khadgar scanned the surrounding area, looking for the best place to escape. He thought that he might be able to find a guard sword to defend himself. Maybe this Northgren was bluffing like him just now.
Sgreen took another step towards Khadgar, and the two barbarians on its right suddenly let out strange screams and their bodies were ignited with flames. It all happened so suddenly, including Khadgar. Everyone present was stunned. Northgren turned to the two sacrificed guys to see what was going on. The other two barbarians around him were also covered in flames like dry wood. These beasts screamed, struggled, and finally fell to the ground in despair and turned into a charred mass.
Medivh stood there, where the monsters had gathered. He was glowing with magic. At the same time, it also absorbed the light from the burning carriages and corpses around him, and even the big bonfire, making all bright things eclipsed around him. He looked very relaxed and happy, smiling at the surprised people.?Confused monsters, a primitive, cruel smile.
"My student asked you to leave," Medivh said. "You should have listened to his advice long ago."
One of the beasts let out a provocative roar, but the powerful astral mage silenced it immediately with just a wave of his hand. An invisible huge force hit it hard on the face, and with a burst of tearing sounds, the monster's head was separated and it fell to the sand. Its head flew backwards before it hit the ground. A few meters.
The remaining beasts took a step back in fear, and then all scattered towards the night. Only their head, the robed Northgren, remained standing, its huge jaw stretched dramatically in surprise.
"Northgren knows you, human," it said timidly, "you are the one"
Before it could finish speaking, it screamed at Medivh's casting gesture. The burst of air magic and fire magic lifted it off the ground, burning and rising upwards. It kept screaming until its lung function was damaged. Collapsed under pressure, the charred corpses fell in mid-air like black snowflakes.
Khadgar looked at Medivh. The Archmage was grinning complacently. The smile finally faded the moment Medivh focused his gaze on Khadgar's ashen face.
"Are you okay, young man?" he asked.
"Not bad." Khadgar felt that his weak body could no longer support the weight of his body. He tried to sit down, but in the end he could only kneel down and bend down. My mind went blank.
Medivh immediately walked to him and placed his palm on the young mage's forehead. Khadgar wanted to move the archmage's hand away, but he found that he didn't even have the strength to do so.
"Take a rest," Medivh looked at him, "and recover your energy. The worst part is over."
Khadgar nodded. Blinking. He looked at the corpses next to the fire and thought, Maddie could kill him as easily as crushing an ant in the library. What made him show mercy? Is it a little impression of Khadgar? A little memory? Or is it out of humanity?
The young mage asked energetically: "These things." His voice sounded vague. "what are they¡¡"
"Orcs." The Star Mage returned. "They're orcs. Now don't ask any more questions."
"In the end," Medivh sighed, "it's too late and too high-spirited, but don't tell them that. They will find the stragglers. Now rest."
The cavalry quickly arrived at the camp. Half of them got off their horses and began to inspect the bodies on the ground, while the other half continued to move along the road. One of their squads was assigned to bury the bodies of the fallen guards. A few orc corpses that had not been burned by Medivh were also carried to the main bonfire. Their corpses were slowly carbonized in the fire with the sound of burning.
Khadgar couldn't recall a time when Medivh had walked away. But he did return to Khadgar with the commander of the cavalry. The commander was a stocky man who looked older than his actual age. His face was weathered and full of traces of war. His beard has long shriveled up like withered weeds, showing a peppery gray-white color. The hairline on his head has almost receded to the back of his head, revealing his broad forehead. It was a huge man, wearing plate armor and a large cloak. Make him look more majestic. From one of his shoulders, Khadgar could see the hilt of a greatsword (the one with allroll engraved on it?), and the front rail was inlaid with gems.
"Kadgar. This is Anduin? Sir Lothar," Medivh began to introduce: "Lothar, this is my student, Khadgar from the Kirin Tor."
Khadgar¡¯s mind raced as he tried to remember where he had heard this resounding name. Sir Lothar. The King's Champion, King Llane and Medivh's common childhood friend. The royal sword on his back must be the sword that symbolizes the oath to protect Azeroth. and¡¡
Medivh just said that Khadgar was his student?
Lothar knelt down on one knee and leaned down to make herself eye-level with the young man in front of her and looked at him with a smile, "Well, you finally have a student, and you have to go to the Violet Garden to find it, right? Mad ( Medivh¡¯s nickname)?¡±
"Find one with the right qualities. Well, yes," Medivh replied
"If the advantage is that you can tidy up a local mage's underwear, that would be much better, hmm? Oh, don't look at me like that, Medivh. Tell me what did this young man do that is unforgettable to you?"
"Oh, it's very normal," he answered the old friend's question with a sly smile.
"He organized my library,"? Tamed the gryphon in one attempt and single-handedly defeated the orcs, including a warlock. "
Ser Lothar whistled, "He organized your library? I made a note of this." A smile flashed under his gray lips.
"Ser Lothar," Khadgar finally managed to say. "Your skill is renowned even in Dalaran."
"You have a good rest, young man," Lothar said as he put the heavy plate gloves on the young mage's shoulders.
"We'll take care of the rest of these beasts."
Khadgar shook his head, "No, not as long as you stay on the road."
The king's champion blinked in surprise, and Khadgar wasn't sure if it was his presumption or the content of his words.
"I'm afraid the boy is right," Medivh said: "The orcs have camped in the swamp. They seem to know the Black Marsh better than we do, which also explains why they move so efficiently. We stay on the road, they can surround us from the edge.
Lothar scratched the back of his head with his glove. "Perhaps I can borrow some of your gryphons for reconnaissance."
"The dwarves who trained these griffins may have different opinions," Medivh said. "But maybe you could talk to them. And those gnomes, they have some weird gadgets and flying machines that might be good for reconnaissance."
Lothar nodded, scratched his chin and said, "How do you know the orcs are here?"
"I met an orc advance scout in my territory," Medivh answered calmly, as if talking about the weather. "I got word from him that a large group was preparing to sneak attack along the swamp road. I I wanted to arrive in time to give them a warning." The Archmage looked at the mess around him and said meaningfully.
The morning sun was not strong enough to illuminate the land around them. Many of the smaller fires had gone out, and the smell of burnt orc corpses hung in the air. A faint cloud drifted over the campground.
A young soldier, perhaps a little older than Khadgar, came over and reported that they had found several survivors, one of whom had been badly chewed by the orcs, but was still alive. Can the Archmage go over and take a look immediately?
"You stay with this child," Medivh said. "He is still a little confused about what happened." With that, the archmage strode across the bloody and scorched land in front of him, his robes swinging behind him. The ground is like a flag.
Khadgar wanted to stand up and follow him. But Lothar put heavy gloves on his shoulders and pushed him back. Khadgar held on for a while, then finally returned to a sitting position.
Lothar looked at Khadgar with a smile. "The old fool finally has an assistant."
"Student," Khadgar said weakly, though he felt a surge of pride that gave him the strength to speak again. "He had a lot of assistants. But none of them lasted long, or so I heard.'
"Well, well," Lothar said. "I recommended some of them. And they all came back to me with stories of a haunted tower and a crazy, mercurial mage. What do you think of him?"
Khadgar blinked and thought for a moment. In the past 12 hours, Medivh had attacked him. Forced knowledge into his head, dragged him across the country on the back of a gryphon, and finally left him to face so many orcs alone before dedicating himself to rescue. On the other hand, he recognized Khadgar as his disciple. his students.
Khadgar coughed and said, "I can't figure him out."
Lothar laughed again, this time with such sincere kindness in her smile. "No one can guess him. This is one of his advantages." Lothar thought for a while and then said, "This is a very polite and political answer."
Khadgar forced a weak smile. "Lordaeron is a very polite and political country."
"I heard it in the king's council. The ambassador of Dalaran can answer yes and no at the same time without saying anything at all." There was no insult or meaning.
"It doesn't matter. My general," Khadgar said.
"How old are you, young man?" Lothar looked at him and asked.
"17 years old, what's wrong?" Khadgar looked at the elder in front of him.
Lothar shook his head and muttered, "That might explain something."
"What can it explain?"
"Mad, I mean Medivh, the Archmage of the Star World. He was a few years younger than you when he fell ill. Therefore, he has never dealt with people of your age."
"Sick?" Khadgar asked. "Astral Mage has ever been seriously ill?"
"Very ill," Lothar said. "He fell into a deep sleep, which they called a coma. Lane and I put him to a North County monastery, where the clergy fed him broth to keep him alive. He slept like that for a few years, then woke up with a jerk, like As sudden as rain. Or almost."
"Almost?" Khadgar asked.
"Anyway, he missed most of his teenage years, and the extra decades afterward. He fell asleep during his teenage years and woke up as a middle-aged man. I always worried that this would have a big impact on him."
Khadgar thought of the Archmage's elusive habits, his sudden shifts in mood, and his childlike smile as he fought the orcs. Is Medivh still a child? Does his behavior also explain something?
"His coma," Lothar said, shaking his head slightly as he recalled. "His coma was abnormal. Mad called him a nap, as if the drowsiness was perfectly reasonable. And we never found out why it happened. The Archmage may have found the answer. But he doesn't seem interested in the topic. Interested, he even refused to answer when I asked.¡±
"I am Medivh's apprentice," Khadgar said simply, "Why are you telling me this?"
Lothar sighed deeply and looked into the distance at the war-scarred ridge. Khadgar understood that the warrior in front of him was an honest, forthright man that he would never find in Dalaran. His emotions are as clear as a barometer etched on his face.
Lothar pursed his lips and said, "Honestly. I'm worried about him. He's alone in that tower"
"He has a butler. And a cook," Khadgar interjected.
"With powerful magic," Lothar continued. "He looked lonely, huddled in the mountains. I was worried about him."
Khadgar nodded, he understood. This is why Lothar wanted to find an apprentice for Medivh from Azeroth to spy on his friends. He was worried about his old friend, and he was also worried about his powerful power. Khadgar shouted, "You worry about his sanity."
Lothar shrugged. It could be seen that he was indeed worried about this and tried his best to hide it.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Khadgar asked. "Help him. Help you too."
"Watch him," Lothar said. "If you are his student, you should be able to spend more time with him. I don't want him"
"Falling into sleep again?" Khadgar prompted. This time Lothar gave him another shrug.
Khadgar gave the kindest smile he could muster, "It's an honor for me to help both of you, Ser Lothar. You know my loyalty must go to my master first, and if anything happens to an old friend If you need to know, I will let you know."
Khadgar received another tap of the heavy glove on his shoulder. He was surprised that Lothar was so eager to express her worries to him. Are all Azeroth residents so forthright? Even now, Khadgar could see that Lothar had something else to say.
"More." Lothar did speak, and Khadgar just nodded politely.
"Has the Astral Mage ever told you about the Guardian?" he asked.
Khadgar wanted to pretend that he knew more than he already knew, so as to extract more information from the honest elder in front of him. But when the words came out of his mouth, he changed his mind and thought it would be better to tell the truth.
"I heard that name from Medivh," Khadgar said. "But I don't know the details. Don't know what the word actually means."
"Ah" Lothar said. "Then just pretend that I haven't said anything to you and let him go."
¡°I¡¯m sure you¡¯ll tell me when the time is right,¡± Khadgar added.
"There is no doubt." Lothar said, "You seem to be the kind of kid who is trustworthy."
"After all, I have only been his apprentice for a few days," Khadgar said lazily.
Lothar's eyebrows raised, "How many days? How long have you been Medivh's student?"
"Until tomorrow morning." Khadgar said with a smile. "That's just the first day."
Medivh came back at this time, looking even more haggard than before. Lothar asked the survivor if there was still hope of survival, and the answer was just Medivh shaking his head. Lothar frowned deeply, and after a few words with Medivh, he stomped off to inspect the remaining rescue and cleanup work. The half of the cavalry that had just moved on had also returned, but they found nothing.
"Are you ready to travel?" Medivh asked.
CardStanding still, this sandy ridge floats like a lonely boat in the middle of the black marsh ocean.
"Ready," he replied, "but I don't know if I can control a gryphon, although, I have" He deliberately drawled his voice and pointed to his forehead.
"Don't worry," Medivh replied. "Your mount was hit by an arrow and has flown far away. Now we can only ride a gryphon together." He raised the whistle engraved with runes to his mouth and blew a series of short and harsh signals. Above them, a gryphon circled and screamed.
Khadgar looked up at the sky and asked, "Then I am your apprentice?"
"Yes," Medivh replied, his face as calm as a mask.
"I failed your test," the young mage said again.
"Yes," Medivh answered.
"It's my pleasure, sir," Khadgar said.
"I'm glad you think so," Medivh said, a ghostly smile flashing across his face. "Because now is the hard part."
The little ones were even more happy after hearing this, and when Drow Murphy finally came back, he was faced with a lot of stories told, which was called a head full of black threads!
Of course, it¡¯s not the story that¡¯s full of black threads, but, ahem
"What? Have you all acquired the equipment? Can we open up the land to Princess Haholan tonight?" The corner of Murphy's mouth twitched!
Zall is also full of black lines.
"Yes, yes!" The little guys nodded fiercely. Obviously, they were a little bit worried about that in their hearts.
In the end, the family member made a conclusion, "So, the reason why I have been shady in the past few days is entirely because my sister-in-law forgot to tell the story!"
In response, Murphy rolled his eyes and said nothing.
Well, silence, silence is golden!
Ahem, enough gossip, in short, after wasting three days, the elite group of the Scarlet Cross Guild returned to the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj again.
After three days, the mobs in the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj have spawned again, and the little guys have to slowly clean them up again.
However, the little guys are pretty good about this. After all, the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj doesn't drop many other things, but there are a lot of insect mounts!
This made the little guys very happy as they pushed all the way and stood in front of the Ahn'Qiraj Empire's silithid princess Haholan!
Looking at this boss, the little guys looked up and down, preparing to listen to their boss' explanation.
¡°After all, we fought once last time, and we have seen a lot of Princess Hahuolan¡¯s skills. Even if she is not Men Qing¡¯er, she knows at least 70% to 80% about the fighting style. Okay, 50% to 60% is fine! This can save a lot of trouble!
Drow coughed slightly and said: "Princess Hahulan, the sixth oldest in the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj, after our last trial, she has some understanding of this boss. First of all, this legal boss has absolutely no For melee skills, the main attack method is poison, very powerful poison, which requires us to ensure that the natural resistance is qualified. Of course, after these few days of hard work, our natural resistance is completely sufficient!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" The little guys nodded fiercely.
??Zhuoer chuckled and continued: "As for Princess Hahoran's skills, although we have done it and I have some information on hand, I still dare not say that it is completely correct. Everyone still needs to pay attention!"
"Understood!" The little guys nodded.
After so many times of land reclamation, they naturally know that Drow Murphy has the habit of never making sure before officially clearing a certain boss.
Zhuoer continued: "Now let me talk about Princess Haholan's skills and calculated playing methods. Of course, Zhuo and I only calculated the playing methods and have not yet tried them in practice. Therefore, everyone is listening attentively. If you feel If you have any questions, ask them immediately, do you understand?"
"I understand!" The little guys nodded again.
Zhuoer smiled with satisfaction. He was also very accustomed to the little guys. Anyway, the skills and fighting methods he talks about the boss now are based on what he has seen. As for the real fighting method, he will not be destroyed a few times. How could it possibly be imagined? Isn't it? Ha ha! (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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