Civilization of Azeroth: Start the Great Pyramid

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In the boundless sea, three warships still smelling of gunpowder are drifting down the ocean currents.

Farreville still couldn't believe that Daelin would attack his own troops directly because he robbed those lower races.

According to his assumption, at most Daelin blamed him for acting without authorization. He would never have imagined that he would end up in such a situation.

'Humph! Dalin! Cyrus! Damn elf! You **** wait for me, sooner or later I will get revenge on you! ’

Farreville, who was looking into the distance, gritted his teeth in concern and swears secretly that the sailors under him also persuaded fiercely.

"Admiral, it's a good thing to be out of Kul Tiras. Daelin always wants to bind us with various rules, and this time we are finally free. With the treasures brought out by our ships, we can completely establish Our own power!"

Hearing his subordinate's words, Farreville was a little lost for a while.

"But where can we build our power? Betrayed Kul Tiras, and we have no place in the Alliance."

At this time, Peggy Brittberg, Farreville's strategist, solved his anxiety in time.

"On the surface, it seems that it is really difficult for us to be accepted by the official league, but the league has never been monolithic. I think at least in Gilneas, we can still get a chance.

Without an official identity, we might as well be pirates! Booty Bay is an excellent place to live, and the goblins that entrench there are now in danger, and it is time to take advantage of it! "

After listening to the counselor's words, Farreville instantly felt a sense of empowerment. He immediately ordered someone to tear down the Kul Tiras flag and threw it into the sea.

Farreville personally drew a new pirate flag and named his pirate group "Bloodsail Pirates"!

"From today, we will officially become pirates! We will be the most powerful pirates! Let the whole sea become our hunting ground!"

The pirate admiral Farrewell wielded a machete to boost his morale, but when he said these rhetoric, his heart was still covered with a layer of darkness. There are too many unknown horrors in this world. In the battle last night He really understood why the "primitive and barbaric" spirit could be so arrogant.

The Great Druid Deer Helm stood in the moonlight, just a note of "Elune's Wrath", and the beam of light that fell from the sky instantly made a battleship disappear on the sea in an instant!

'Those are my faults... how do I fulfill my revenge plan? ’

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Originally had a fleet of Farreville, only three warships were able to escape Kezan. If only measured by the standard of naval battle, then this naval battle was undoubtedly a success.

But if you think about it from a political point of view, this is a fight that shouldn't happen at all!

"Speak! Who the **** made you do this?!"

Several sailors under Farreville were forced to kneel on the ground. With their heads lowered, a pair of sea otter leather boots appeared in their field of vision, and Daelin's majestic voice sounded above their heads.

The sailors raised their heads laboriously and looked at Daelin with fearful expressions on their faces. And Boris was standing behind Daelin at this time, but he couldn't see any panic on his face, only a calm face sinking like water.

"This is our admiral's order! The admiral said that Kezan is already a defeated country, so he should enjoy the treatment of a defeated country. The wealth of the entire country is our spoils."

The eyes of these sailors are full of chaos, uncontrollably speaking words that they themselves do not know what it is.

"Farrewell this bastard!"

Angrily, Daelin drew his gun and shot the sailors on the spot.

No wonder his reaction was so strong. The tragic incident caused by the mad Farriville was likely to make the goblin make the craziest move last night.

If Azerite was detonated last night, then the responsibility can be said to be all on the side of the Alliance, and the high-level dragons and night elves will also be affected.

If it really turned out to be like that, it would not be difficult to guess what happened to them on the island, and there was no need to think about the future. But the relationship between the alliance and the dragon will inevitably break down, not to mention the powerful enemy of the night elves.

If something like that happened, the consequences would be unimaginable, which is why Dai Lin, who had not been angry for a long time, would shoot people to death today.

Farreville's subordinates bizarrely did not confess Boris, even if this clue was broken, Daelin was still in the fog, but he didn't understand that such a bad thing happened last night, how could the goblin No response.

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In fact, it can't be said that the goblin side didn't respond. The "hot sand" who occupied the magpie's nest in the bedroom learned that the alliance navy looted and surrendered the city, and immediately sent his hand excitedly.

"Fantastic operation! That's how this war is played! The Azerite underground in Kezan is not enough to destroy the world, at best it is a firework show celebrating the disruption of the world.

It is not enough to create a **** case and deepen the hatred between the goblins and the alliance. It also needs to attract larger players to end. In the past few days, it is necessary to create a series of hatred, so that the various races are completely in chaos.

In this way, when Azerite explodes, the accumulated hatred on the island can be released, and the horn of war will be sounded to the world. "

The guy disguised as Hot Sand said proudly, and at this moment, a goblin with a dull face walked in to report the latest situation to him.

"Dailin is really resolute in his work, but unfortunately all his efforts are in vain. He is not even a supporting role in this good show... Those night elves really work hard, let's move faster, as long as Li De and his party can Died at the hands of the night elves.

Alliance, night elves, high elves, pandaren... hoo hoo hoo, I'm so excited that I'm almost convulsed. "

When he said this, "Hot Sand"'s expression was extremely perverted. Unfortunately, only a walking corpse stood in front of him who appreciated such performance art.

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The fake Stromwilder is planning his huge evil plan outside, while the real Stromwilder is in the cage of the back room, copying an obscure spell with Nogfogg with all their might.

"What exactly is this guy copying?! Although I decided to take a gamble with you, if you want to take me down an obvious dead end, I will kill you now."

The two of them were lying on a huge piece of leather at this time, and they used a crystal pen to write the copied spells on it, and these spells formed a strange magic circle. Although Nogfogg had yet to understand this, he instinctively felt ominous.

This secret room was originally a treasure house for hot sand, but after the fake hot sand dove occupied the magpie's nest, all the large treasures in it were emptied and changed into a cell for imprisoning real hot sand.

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Perhaps because they didn't want to attract the attention of outsiders, the counterfeiters didn't have time to check the specific situation in this secret room, resulting in a lot of things left in the hot sand in some inconspicuous places.

You must know that in Azeroth, what can be called treasures and antiques often means that it must have magical properties. The so-called precious collections, in other words, are very dangerous magic tools.

And how can there be parallel imports in the treasure room of hot sand? The huge mural hanging on the wall is easy to overlook, but the canvas is actually a whole piece of precious Devilsaur skin!

The table in the center against the wall...is an ordinary table, but this also leads people to subconsciously ignore the stationery and ornaments on the table.

The whole set of crystal pens placed on the table are all magic crystal pens made of lost ancient craftsmanship. Even if ordinary people hold it, they can draw a real and effective magic circle with a gourd drawing scoop!

It is such a hot sand in a desperate situation, hoping to rely on these things to counterattack.

"Marin! Don't you forget that I was your boss! And now you're my captive!"

Nogfogg's tone disliked Risa very much. While he was concentrating on taking charge of his part, he didn't let anyone fight back at the same time.

"Of course I didn't forget, but now we are both prisoners of that monster, and neither is much nobler than the other. Since we both want to survive, our status should be equal."

Norgefogg was just complaining, but the movements of his hands did not stop.

"Yes, we are equal here."

Resha muttered in a low voice, but she was thinking about things after regaining her freedom. With the characterization of this magic circle, the confidence of the hot sand has become more and more sufficient, and suddenly the hot sand said something mysterious.

"Marin, you haven't considered, what is the origin of our goblins' life?"

Stromwilder's tone made Norgefogg's hair a little bit. He was pinching the wrench given to him by the hot sand at the moment, struggling to identify the notch on the inner ring of the wrench with a magnifying glass. I didn't know how to answer, I just listened to the other party's babble.

"I have really studied it, and people only know that I like to engage in real estate, but in fact, every time I develop a project, I will take the opportunity to collect a lot of cultural relics and materials.

I found out that in ancient times, the Zandalar was not the only race of goblins who were slaves of mining stones. Which race would those arrogant guys let go?

In fact, the truth is that no race other than goblins can adapt to the radiation of Kaya crystals, and they all end up dying in the mines.

Only we goblins are the most friendly to Kaya crystals, not just Kaya crystals, magic energy is a single pure arcane crystal, which is equally as friendly to us.

This leads me to a bold inference that our origin is definitely arcane. "

Norgefogg, who believes in the light of civilization, has an understanding of the power of the source, not as superficial as the "civil science" of Stromwild. Hearing the other party's violent remarks, he subconsciously refutes it, because the other party speaks it. Made a common-sense error.

"Don't be kidding, goblins are derived from arcane magic? Do you know what arcane magic represents? It represents the laws of the natural inorganic world, the power of order. Goblins? It has a hairy relationship with order."

On the contrary, Hot Sand became excited as if he had been beaten with blood.

"You're right, there is no relationship between goblins and order, not a single hair. Goblins who love explosions like freedom and chaos, but you don't find goblins who hate rules and order so much, but they rely on rules. Order has created so much splendor?"

I don't know if this guy is hitting right or what, but in short, Nogfogg was silent.

Indeed, the two most brilliant pearls of goblin civilization: engineering and business, both focus on rationality and logic, with rules and order everywhere.

"Don't you think it's amazing that the goblins who stand on the opposite side of arcane energy in their bones are the most friendly to the ores of arcane energy, and are very good at using rules and order?

Just like these two spanners, they are quite inconspicuous in the batch of treasures that the black dragon sent me, but I fell in love with them at first sight, I found those nicks in the inner circle, and when I touched these nicks, I had a feeling A kind of intimacy from the heart.

I have privately tested the spells on the notch before, they are so imaginary and arcane, but the actual effect is so completely different, just as awkward as our goblins!

I really think they might help us find the source of life for goblins! It can give us powerful strength, even if it is to deal with that monster! "

Now Nogfogg dared not deny it easily, he just nodded.

"You may be right, but we do have to speed up. Who knows when that monster will come in."

Stromwilder agreed with Nogfogg's words, and both of them tried their best to speed up, wishing to write off their hands and blind their eyes.

In this way, two hours later, the Devilsaur skin was finally filled, and the center point of the magic circle was suddenly lit up, showing a miserable green light! Then starting from there, the entire array turned into this color!

"This thing is evil!"

In the end, it was the Minister of Finance of the Protector of Vast Ocean. Nogfogg had heard the description even if he had never seen the real thing. Seeing the fel flames beating in the magic circle, Nogfogg's bowels were full of regrets. There is still too little work done in this regard.

What is inextricably linked with the arcane, the unity of opposites? What else could it be but fel energy? ! How could I be so stupid that I only reacted now!

Accidentally following the hot sand opened up another big trouble, UU reading www.uukanshu.com This is actually not to blame on Nogfogg, after all, you can't expect an official who is in charge of finances, with the ideology of the source force always in his mind. string.

At this moment, Hot Sand took a slow but firm step towards the center of the circle!

"Don't go."

Nogfogg subconsciously wanted to stop it, this idiot didn't understand the horror of fel energy at all, and he actually wanted to take the initiative to embrace the fel energy!

"what…"

As if it was ignorant karmic fire coming from the center of the earth, the evil energy instantly wrapped the hot sand, and a sound of airflow that did not belong to life was squeezed out of his throat, and then his grown mouth also drilled out. Green Fel Fire.

Hot Sand felt that his scalp, fingers, teeth, and internal organs were all being shattered and reunited in sequence, as if he wanted to merge with the evil energy, no! It is not fel energy that will melt him, but an absolute silence! Stromwilder felt extremely reassured at this moment.

Nogfogg absolutely didn't dare to touch the evil energy. He didn't even dare to speak aloud in front of this evil energy, so he did nothing except the low-volume shout at the beginning. He could only helplessly witness that history. Birth of the First Goblin Fel Warlock!

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