Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1463 96. Sacrifice a naval commander! Summon the undead navy to enter!

"Ok?"

Archmage Mo Della, who was meditating in the cabin of Lordaeron's naval flagship, was suddenly awakened by a strange wave of magic.

She felt as if an oversized mana bomb had detonated in her psyche.

If it weren't for the orthodox mages who would habitually apply a few spirit-protecting magics to themselves before meditation, the sudden burst of magic power just now would have been enough for the archmage to rest in bed for at least a week.

The gray-haired female mage opened her eyes in surprise, and with a pinch of her fingers, her archmage's staff flew into her palm, and sent herself to the observation deck of the battleship's mast with a standard flash.

The highest position of the ship provided Ms. Mo Della with an excellent view, allowing her to clearly see the pirate island called "Rogue Harbor" in the distance.

When she saw everything happening in front of her eyes, the master-level spellcaster in the human magic world instantly widened her eyes, and didn't even seem to notice the silent fall of the staff in her hand.

Being so shocked to the point of numbness meant that the archmage must have seen something unbelievable.

that's the truth.

In Ms. Jasmine's magical perception, she is seeing that the basic space system that constitutes this sea area is being destroyed in a way that she can't imagine, or even understand.

It's like a huge spatial singularity that has never been seen before erupts in front of you, like the first black fire coming from the end of the world, it is shaping the material world in front of you in a brutal way that destroys the magic world view of the archmage. A big startling void.

Do not!

It might be more appropriate to call it a "wormhole".

Beside the sluggish archmage, fleet spellcasters appeared in flashes one after another, but every one of them fell into indescribable silence and dead stillness when they saw what was happening in front of them here.

Then a strange scene happened on the flagship watchtower of the Lordaeron Navy. More and more spellcasters appeared here, but the place became more and more silent.

The atmosphere quickly became depressingly silent.

But the sailors on the deck of the entire fleet didn't seem to see the terrifying scene that the mages saw at all, they just felt the sea wind suddenly blowing violently.

And can hear some strange noises from the wind.

There was an intense clicking sound like large pieces of glass being broken.

For these big soldiers who don't have any common sense of magic and magic power perception, it is impossible for them to see through the appearance that magic power and space are being destroyed.

They can't even understand what these things represent.

But this kind of ignorance has become a good thing at this moment, which prevents the sailors from falling into the same despair as the mages.

With an attitude of "the ignorant are fearless", they are fully motivated to advance the work at hand, without delay for a minute or a second, and the defense of the entire fleet is not affected, and the sailors of the fleet are still working hard to launch He was busy preparing for the general attack of the North Sea pirates, but turned a blind eye to the imminent disaster.

The archmage Mo Della woke up after tens of seconds of sluggishness. She glanced at the space singularity that was still expanding in front of her, tried to calm herself down, and then began to quickly calculate the situation in front of her with the thinking of an orthodox archmage. Once the space wormhole like the invisible sun breaks, it will have an impact on this sea area and even this continent.

A few seconds later, Ms. Mo Della got an answer that made her shudder.

"Inform Marshal Weswin immediately!"

She gritted her teeth and said to any caster behind her:

"Get him, his commanders, and sailors ready to accept transcontinental teleportation! We will do our best to send them to a safe place as much as possible before the space in this sea area collapses."

"boom"

A sudden loud noise interrupted the Archmage's words.

She raised her head and looked towards the front where the sea breeze was blowing more and more quickly. The magic power that exploded after the broken space walls around the space singularity that had expanded to the limit and collapsed inwards had already formed stormy waves that suddenly appeared on the material level.

The sunset sea, which was still calm just now, changed its face in an instant like the most vicious Kul Tiran shrew. Amidst the howling wind in the dark sky, the ups and downs of the waves ruthlessly and chaotically hit the sea in all directions.

They seemed to come with the wrath of the sea god, howling, grabbing the heavy naval flagship as easily as a child's toy, and smashing it down hard.

With a loud "boom", a fourth-class warship cruised on both sides of the flagship of the Lordaeron fleet was crushed to pieces by the first wave and was swept under the waves, and the roaring sea also took the opportunity to roll up. On the deck, more than a dozen sailors who were caught off guard were rolled down at once. By the way, the powder kegs and naval guns placed on the deck were also pushed into the water, causing the side strings of the deck to be "cleaned" all of a sudden.

Desktop Cleanup Master belongs to it.

"What exactly is going on!"

There was a wailing on the violently shaking flagship, but then there was a mid-spirited roar amidst the screams, and the old Marshal Barry Weswin, who was holding a naval command knife, walked away from the command under the protection of several of his guards. The room strode out.

As expected of a veteran who has lived on the ship all his life, the old marshal walked on the deck washed by the sea as if walking on the ground when the ship could capsize at any time.

Howling, he kicked a panicked sailor captain in the ass, telling him to return to his post and rally the headless sailors.

Even the loud crash of the waves against the hull could not suppress the old man's yelling, but his yelling did work.

Although the power of natural changes is not something that ordinary people can resist, but under the scolding of the old marshal and the combination of fists and kicks, the already chaotic deck miraculously restored some order after a few minutes.

"It's useless, Marshal, let the soldiers prepare for the teleportation."

When the old marshal frowned, looked at the sea that suddenly changed sky in front of him, and tried to figure out why the weather in the frozen sea changed so drastically with the thinking of an old navy, Archmage Mo Della's tired voice echoed in the old marshal's voice. behind.

She didn't try to explain to an old navy and old soldier the reason and principle of what happened before her, but said directly:

"Don't bring any unnecessary things, and don't try to save the battleship. It's unnecessary to think about the progress of the war now.

I don't know what the pirates are doing on their island, but I think spellcasters, even apprentices, who can see this scene now can understand the situation we are facing now.

This will be one of the most terrible magical disasters that have erupted in this world since the opening of the Dark Portal. If we're unlucky, the entire fleet may be buried with the collapse of Northrend. "

The archmage sighed. She looked at the singularity of space that stopped expanding amidst the dark and irresistible stormy waves ahead. She gritted her teeth and said in a low voice:

"I really can't imagine what kind of power can create such an exaggerated spatial distortion in such a short period of time? I have only seen such a doomsday scene in the magic handbook left by Ms. Aegwynn.

I don't think it was the North Sea pirates who shaped all of this. In the previous contact, Dalaran made a comprehensive assessment of their magic level. The magic mastered by the pirates is at the level of the dark wizards in the country.

Someone else must have gotten involved in the war just today.

But as a spellcaster, it's not bad to be able to see such a spectacle before death. "

"Hey, Archmage! From your point of view, we seem to be in great trouble, but you should at least tell me clearly, what kind of trouble are we facing now?"

Lady Maudella's soliloquy was giving Marshal Barry Weswain a headache.

He could see that the archmage who had known him for more than ten years and had always been so sensible that he admired him was on the verge of collapse, but he was not the kind of fool and coward who would let fate bow his head.

Even if it is death, he must die to understand.

So the old marshal looked distressedly at the battleships and soldiers under his command who were tossed by the waves like children's toys on the surrounding sea. He grabbed the archmage's wrist and shouted:

"At least tell me who is attacking us?"

"It's the space, it's the world."

Jasmine Della shook her head, and explained in the most succinct way amidst the roar of the waves and sea wind:

"A huge space distortion can be understood as a dwarf bomb that can blow up a land as large as Lordaeron in an instant, and it suddenly appeared in the direction of the pirates' Rogue Harbor.

No one knows how it appeared, but it has now completed tearing and devouring the surrounding space, and has entered the irreversible second stage, which is the process of internal collapse.

This process will be completed within a few minutes. When the singularity releases energy, it will be accompanied by a huge burst of violent magic power. The waves in front of you are just an appetizer, Marshal.

The big one is coming soon. "

The archmage said in a deep voice:

"According to my calculations, the explosion of this singularity is likely to shatter the continent of Northrend, at least the continental block of Howling Fjord, and no one can survive such a disaster.

But now the collapse of the spatial singularity will temporarily restore order in space, and we will teleport you and your soldiers out in a few minutes.

I can't guarantee the effect of teleportation, but I will try to send you as far as possible to a safe place. "

"Can you attack that damn magic bomb?"

As expected of an old soldier, the old marshal's first reaction is always to attack. He asked loudly, and the archmage shook his head and said:

"Impossible, I can answer this question with my heels. Unless the void can disappear as suddenly as it suddenly appeared, otherwise with its current energy intensity, there is no way to do it?"

"What's wrong?"

The archmage stopped suddenly in the middle of his words, which surprised the old marshal.

It was also at this moment that the violent wind and huge waves that had caused the sky-shattering just now suddenly disappeared like magic.

Everything is quiet.

The violent sea shrew instantly returned to the posture of a gentle lady under the setting sun. This situation that changed the world in an instant made everyone fall into a sluggish state.

The old marshal looked at the archmage Mo Della, who was beside him with round eyes. The latter hesitated for a few seconds before whispering: |

"Maybe my heels need to rethink

What, that spatial aberration that would have killed us all, along with the fleet, suddenly disappeared, as if it had never been there.

hell!

This is not in line with the basic principles of teleportation magic. I knew that when I was an apprentice, I was right to question the "three principles of teleportation" taught by my mentor.

That stuff isn't a golden rule at all."

Seeing that the archmage had entered the mode of complaining, the old marshal rolled his eyes.

He knew that the crisis was over. Looking at the calm sea in front of him, the feeling of impending disaster in Marshal Weiswen's heart still did not dissipate.

He glanced at the criss-cross fleet that was hit by the waves on the surrounding sea. Every ship was hurrying to search for the wounded and salvage supplies in the sea.

Because the storm lasts for a short time.

Not even a minute, so the loss of the fleet was actually very slight.

"Send a traffic boat! Bring the marines! Follow me to the island immediately!"

After thinking for a few minutes, Marshal Barry Weswin made a decision. He knew he couldn't hesitate any longer, so he immediately made a bold decision.

Mo Della had already told him that a super-large-scale teleportation operation had occurred on the island, which made the old marshal feel that the North Sea pirates who had been surrounded by him must have made another moth.

They probably escaped.

Damn it!

The cooked duck actually flew, which filled the old marshal with a feeling of disappointment as a soldier.

He had to go to the island himself, he had to confirm the disappointment with his own eyes.

Half an hour later, a commando team composed of six fourth-class warships sailed into the dead and silent offshore pier of Rogue Harbor with a vigilant attitude.

The sailors and commanders on the ship looked at the empty bay in front of them with dull expressions. What's going on? They confirmed again and again this morning that the bay is full of pirate ships!

But now there is nothing here.

Those pirates used magic tricks to escape! Those proud elves clearly promised that they would prevent all hostile teleportation magic from taking effect on this sea.

But they didn't do what they promised.

Damn it!

Magic is really unreliable!

"No! Look, there's something on the pier!"

Just when everyone was disappointed, a marine commander who was a hunter released his falcon. With the help of the super scouting ability brought by the eyes of the beast, he quickly found something wrong on the pier.

A few minutes later, the first group of marines rushed onto the pier trestle in the dead and silent Rogue Harbor in a small boat, and they were immediately shocked by the scene in front of them.

"Fresh" corpses of pirates were hung on the empty pier, and a mountain of disgusting corpses was piled up on the outermost platform. The body is stacked separately.

But that's not the point.

The point is quantity.

There are too many pirates hanged and hacked to death here, more than a thousand people, and they didn't die by foreign enemies, they were killed by their own people.

"Are they crazy? Killed their own people?"

After hearing about the situation on the shore, Barry Weswin, who decided to land on the island himself, soon saw the wharf trestle full of dead bodies. Although the old marshal had seen a lot in his life, he was a little dazed by the scene in front of him.

He had never seen such a strange method of killing nearly one-twentieth of his own people before starting a battle, but soon, Old Barry thought of a possibility, and he looked back at the archmage who followed him ashore Jasmine Della.

He said:

"Did they use these thousands of human lives to make evil sacrifices to send them and their ship out of desperation? I heard that not long ago there was an evil god who called himself the 'Pirate God' appeared on Zul'Dak Is it related to those dark evil things?"

"No, this is not a sacrifice."

The archmage, who is very familiar with magic knowledge, immediately denied this guess. She covered her nose and looked at the dead dock like hell in front of her, saying:

"This is an ordinary massacre. It should be carried out by the pirates to boost morale. Wait, do you feel it? This wind, this weird cold wind.

wrong!

There are others on the island!

Danger!

Get out! "

Mo Della looked at the corpse in front of her, felt the strange cold wind all over her body, and the deserted island, she also thought of a possibility, and immediately grabbed the hand of the old marshal to teleport him away.

However, it was too late.

Under the bang of "Boom", a terrifying giant turned out of the beach like magic, and on the head of the huge frost bug stood a familiar figure that made the archmage look desperate.

"Well, my admiral."

His Majesty the Lich King looked at Marshal Barry Weswain, lifted up Frostmourne in his hand, and whispered:

"You finally came to perform your duties."

"That's great, I've been waiting here for a long time, come on, Weiswen, I need you, the natural disaster needs you."

(end of this chapter)