It takes courage to sail into a sea shrouded in mist. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I didn't feel anything when I rode on a flying horse before, but after actually sitting in a slower boat and entering it, the hearts of the whole boat, except for the heartless and napping Viku, couldn't help but lift everyone's hearts.

Imagine that less than 2 meters of visibility around you is a thick white and cyan mist, the fog hangs down from the sky like a curtain, and the thickness is almost pressing on everyone's hearts, and the boat seems to sail into a place where time freezes, except for the sound of the oars sliding.

And that's just a shallow scene.

Three hours later, the crowd had entered the true core of the mist, and during this time, the mist and the surrounding sea seemed to have shed a veil of tenderness, revealing the naked side of danger to everyone.

The sinking sailboat lies quietly at the bottom of the water, the sea here is surprisingly clear, and you can see the bottom of the sea at a glance, but it is precisely because of this that everyone is creepy.

The paladin looked down, a white skeleton in a military uniform was connected to the chain, bound in the wreck cabin below, in the fluctuation of the sea, this washed white bone fluttered strangely in the water, Lao Chen just glanced at it, his claws tightly grasped the side of the ship, and the hard wood was pinched and clicked by him.

Dick turned his head and saw that Lao Chen's eyes were closed, as if he didn't dare to take a closer look at the white bone decoration, and with the shaking of the boat, the body of the pandaren warrior monk also began to shake strangely, as if he could fall into the sea at any time.

"Lao Chen!"

Dick shouted, and at the same time put his left hand on Lao Chen's shoulder, the power of order was lightly excited, the eyes of the panda man warrior monk immediately opened, and the whole person gasped for breath, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare, he took a step back and sat in the middle of the boat, and his hurried body did not look like an epic warrior monk at all.

Dick didn't care about the surprise of the others, half-knelt in front of the lost panda man, and slapped the panda man in the face, this blow made Lao Chen's cheeks swell immediately, but he also returned to his soul a little, he looked at Dick with blank eyes, the latter grabbed his shoulder and shouted,

"Lao Chen, tell me, what did you see?"

"I... I, I saw Lili, she was in the sea... She..."

A hint of clarity flashed in Lao Chen's eyes, he shook his head vigorously, and then rubbed his forehead,

"Uh... It's some kind of force that affects me, sorry. ”

Dick patted Old Chen on the shoulder, then looked at the others,

"See? That's our first problem!"

The others sitting on the boat felt a chill in the air around them, and something strange seemed to be watching them in the quiet mist.

"What's that?"

Valella seemed to play with the dagger in her hand seemingly unconcernedly, but it was clear from her slight proximity to the bearskin's body that the assassin was also afraid.

Dick glanced at her,

"Use your emotions to influence your opponents, mysterious demons, the filth left by the old gods on this land, brace yourself, brothers. ”

As soon as Dick's words fell, the eyes of Gavincent of Viku opened, and the beast, who had been napping, raised his head and gestured to the others in a silent gesture, and he listened for a few seconds, pointing in the direction of the east,

"There's someone fighting there! There's a lot of it!"

Dick's eyes lit up, and without him having to speak, Darth the Dragonman grabbed the oar, changed direction, and sailed in the direction of Gavinson's gesture.

And at this time, in the fog, there is indeed a crazy fight taking place.

Against both sides, it's a human navy whose formation has been completely chaotic, as well as some... Trolls.

On this not too big island, the fog has rarely dispersed, and the blood has soaked the beach, it seems that this fight has been going on for a long time, but what is surprising is that the trolls who should have been brutal have put on a defensive form in this situation, and the humans who should have been weak have the upper hand.

But it seemed that the behavior of those humans was not so normal, a dozen people were kneeling on the seashore and crying heartbreakingly, while the other two dozen guys rushed towards the trolls with red eyes and weapons, and behind them, there was blood and stumps, and the smell of blood was disgusting.

And this whole scene makes people's scalp tingle inexplicably.

"Lord Sacrifice, those humans are attacking, should we kill them?"

The sturdy troll warrior twitched the spear in his hand, as if suppressing his bloodthirsty desires, and the oil-painted samurai looked respectful to the old troll who sat peacefully on the stone and wore a very strange and cumbersome priest's robe.

The old troll was already dying, and from time to time he showed the thin arm outside his robe, which was engraved with complex and mysterious magic patterns, which looked mysterious and abnormal, he raised his head slightly, glanced at the human soldiers who were like evil ghosts, and sighed lightly,

"Don't entangle with them, join up with Jarak, the god of war, as soon as possible, we have more important things to do, these soldiers used to fight against Chira with me in Silisus, they don't deserve to die here, they don't deserve to die at our hands. Just wait. ”

"But Lord Priest, if they attack like this, we will have a loss!"

The troll warrior was a little stunned, he didn't understand the meaning of the sacrifice, until a few seconds later, those human sailors who were still more than ten meters away from the troll's position actually let out a strange scream and killed each other, this scene saw the troll warrior was horrified, it was not to lure the enemy, he saw with his own eyes that a sailor stabbed his waist knife into the abdomen of another guy, and the guy who was stabbed, as if he didn't feel pain, also brandished the halberd in his hand and slashed and killed.

It's like a bunch of people whose minds are controlled!

"Wow"

A flash of sword light pierced the fog and appeared next to the troll priest, Valera almost clinging to the shadow of the troll warrior, smashing him with the hilt of her sword, her grim voice sounded behind the old troll,

"What did you do to them, troll, unlock your evil spell!"

The sudden noise made the defending troll warriors in front of them notice that something was wrong, and they immediately pounced on Valera, these trolls were taller and stronger than the trolls elsewhere in the land of Azeroth, and they were wearing wooden armor and were not poorly equipped like the other trolls.

"Stand down!"

"Come back, Valella!"

An old scold, a muffled command sounded almost simultaneously, Dick and the others walked out of the fog, and the High Elf Assassin reluctantly let go of the old troll, and in just a few seconds, she had already discovered the strangeness of those human sailors.

It doesn't look like a troll's spell.

However, the High Elves' disgust with trolls made Valella not intend to apologize, in fact, there is no need to apologize for the current situation.

The old troll stood up tremblingly, his bright eyes looked at Dick, and Dick looked at him, the latter had a strange expression on his face, he waved his hand, and the others behind him bypassed the trolls and rushed towards the human sailors who were killing each other, the trolls could not care about the life and death of these humans, but Dick and the others could not.

The paladin himself walked up to the old troll, hesitated, and hugged the old troll gently.

Goraya rolled her eyes and looked at Dick and smiled,

"Your companion looks very grumpy, and in this place, grumpy will kill her, and you have to watch out for her. ”

Dick had no expression, but whispered,

"I know that if you want to deal with Elder Goraya, you can't use Valella's dagger, let's be honest, Elder Zandalara, I'm curious, why are you here? The Troll Council, which happens every six years, seems to be about to be held, shouldn't someone like you be here, who do you represent? King Rastaha? or the Dark Prophet Zur?"

Goraya's eyelids didn't even lift, as if nothing could do to wake him up from this lethargic state,

"In this place... Is this appropriate?"

Dick took a step back, he glanced at the human sailors who had been forcibly separated by Darth and Calvincent, or had directly beaten them down, and nodded.

"So, Elder Goraya, you owe me an answer. ”

With that, Dick walked briskly over to the absolutely abnormal sailors, and Anvena sat on his shoulder and grimaced at Gorayabi, who, though an elemental creature, had lived thousands of years in Quel'Thalas and had inherited some of the High Elves' habits.

Like, hate trolls.

The old troll didn't care, he sat down on the stone again, and entered that special meditative state again, the troll warrior clinging to his side, and where Dick hadn't noticed, Goraya looked at Calvincent with a wary gaze.

The will of the god Loa told him that the human... No, it wasn't human, that creature could definitely kill his soul before it left his body, and in the absence of Jarak, who was more adept at hand-to-hand combat, Goraya knew that it was not time to clash with-on.

And... Maybe there won't be a conflict.

The old troll's mouth turned into a smile, and he closed his eyes and continued to communicate with the god Loa.

"What's wrong with them? It's like they've been controlled by some kind of malice!"

Dick walked into the battlefield, the thick smell of blood made his brow furrowed, Lao Chen used the bamboo pole in his hand to suppress the crazy General Taylor to the ground, turned his head to look at Dick, and everyone's eyes were on the paladin, who took off the leather glove in his left hand and rolled up his sleeve, revealing the silver silver fist.

"They're just like you, but you're much luckier than they are. ”

Dick glanced at Lao Chen, and then at the beach around him, which had been occupied by the laughter of death, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, but fortunately, there was no Anduin or Lili among them, and it seemed that they had left before the disaster struck.

"Stand back!"

The paladin said a word, and everyone except Lao Chen silently took a step back, although they didn't know what was going on with this weird scalp tingling situation right now, but listening to Dick now was definitely the best way.

When Dick's silver-shimmering left hand was pressed against the beast-like Brigadier General Taylor's forehead, the resolute soldier let out a terrible wail, the silver light seemed to have a will of its own, and after a slight vibration, black smoke erupted from Taylor's ears, nostrils, and mouth, and in a rattling scream, it converged into the air above Taylor's head into the form of an indescribable monster.

The black smoke didn't stop rolling, but it coalesced into an entity, a Chaos monster covered in disgusting black and white bone spurs, with tentacles of the same color floating above its head, seven angry eyes on its face, and a large mouth full of sharp teeth.

Beneath the skull, there were two large claws that were also made up of black smoke, shaking, but at the moment when it formed, a silver lightsaber fell from the head, and before the black smoke creature could let out a roar, it quickly dissolved into the sky like a summer snowflake under the light of silver light.

Dick looked at General Taylor, who had fallen into a coma, his face was as peaceful and happy as if he had just crawled out of hell, and under his eyelids was an extremely complicated gaze.

"Fury..."

And not far from him, the scene that had just happened also fell into Goraya's eyes completely, although the old troll's face was still so calm, but in the depths of his eyes, a touch of horror had already revealed his thoughts.

Dick... This mysterious guy can melt away demons so easily!