The orc warrior Nazgorin is tasked with exploring the Dragonbone Wilderness. It seemed to him that the wilderness was inhospitable and cold, but there was plenty of prey—he and his three men saw many wild beasts such as white bears, elk, rabbits, and hyenas and hyenas along the way.

Obviously, though, it's not very inhabitable, as they've found a lot of huge keels.

The elven mage had warned them not to stay in the Dragonbone Wilderness, as not only were there dragon bones, but also living dragons roaming. If the dragons felt that the orcs had violated their sacred land, they would surely roast them with dragon breath.

Nazgorin was willing to believe such a well-intentioned admonition. So he and the other three orcs prepared to spend the night and continue exploring to the northeast.

But not long after he lay down, he felt the ground tremble.

"What's going on?" The orcs took up arms alertly.

"It's like an earthquake!"

Nazgorin felt the tremors under his feet and denied: "This is not how the earthquake works. Cheer up, the tremor is coming from that direction, let's go and see what the hell is going on! ”

The four orcs cautiously marched north. The trembling of the ground is indeed becoming more and more pronounced.

Finally, a sharp-eyed orc saw the anomaly through the reflection of the moonlight and snow: "Look there! ”

Nazgorin looked over: in the snow-white wasteland, there was a place that was constantly rising. It was as if some sleeping beast was breaking through the ground - but there could be no beast of this size. Because it's the size of a city!

"What's that?"

A spire slowly bursts through the ground, followed by more sections.

Ten minutes later, the thing revealed itself in its entirety: it was a massive tower-shaped fortress, with a huge skull on the side facing the orcs, as if it were about to devour a qiē. In that open mouth, there seemed to be a figure moving.

Nazgorin heard his own saliva, as did the orcs next to him.

The fortress rose in front of their eyes, and then drifted towards the south.

"We need to report this to the Overseer." When Nazgorin regained his strength, he found that his hands holding the handle of the axe were all wet with sweat.

"Such a large flying fortress can hold at least fifty or sixty thousand people!" The horror in the eyes of an orc had not yet dissipated.

"My feet are a little soft......"

……

The shock also reached the Alliance's camp. Although the tremors were not as pronounced as the orcs of Nazgorin because of their distance, mages were naturally sensitive, and the ears of the elven rangers were even sharper.

"What happened?" Winlessa grabbed her bow and ran out. Then there was the disheveled Ronin, his hat a little crooked, and his hair was disheveled.

"There was a tremor in the north, but it was not an earthquake." Ronin spoke out about his perception.

Wen Leisa's ears twitched lightly at regular intervals, and she said with some uncertainty, "It sounds like something is breaking through the ground somewhere—I hear the sound of a landslide." ”

"Is it a dragon?" Ronin guessed. They had all seen the power of dragons, and if it was a guardian dragon of the level of Deathwing, it would indeed be able to make such a big movement. Then he noticed that something seemed to be missing, and he and Winlessa looked at each other, and the two of them said in unison, "What about Crassus?" ”

With such a big movement, it is absolutely impossible for this ** division to still be able to sleep.

Ronin ran over and pulled out the tent, and there was indeed a lying Crassus inside, but he smelled the breath of magic, and after casting a spell to dispel it, the original bulging cup lid suddenly emptied. It was empty.

"Where's Crassus?"

Crassus, or rather, the red dragon Clyostraz is on his way back. He was very happy in his heart, and he persuaded the Red Dragon Queen, his lover Alexstaza. After saving for a while, he took advantage of the darkness to leave the Red Dragon Sanctuary, preparing to quietly return before the humans in the camp found out, and then take them here tomorrow to go through the program to obtain the essence of life.

In this way, he can continue to hide his identity and continue to live in the human world.

On his way back, Claiostraz saw several orcs running east in the night—his eyes were good enough to recognize them as some of the orcs who had come with him. They looked so flustered, they couldn't have encountered some ferocious beast, right? That way, they could understand that the Dragonbone Wilderness wasn't a long-term place for the other races—he thought, mockingly, this was the place where all dragons would retreat.

He didn't have any special affection for orcs, in fact, it was absolutely impossible for the red dragon to have any affection for the orcs - the hatred of the orcs enslaving the red dragon queen more than ten years ago would not fade away so quickly.

But it wasn't long before he saw a terrible sight - a huge fortress was flying in the air as far as he could see. Dragons are the overlords of the sky, but his adult body is as small as an ant in front of this fortress - Dalaran also has a magic array that can fly into the air, but he has lived in Dalaran for so many years, and he has never seen it rise into the sky. And the Flying Fortress floated right before his eyes, stimulating his thick nerves—it was almost half the size of Dalaran! And its aura of death from the inside out constantly reminds Clyostraz that this is definitely an evil bastion of the scourge of the undead!

Why is there such an evil thing in the holy land of the dragon clan? He wondered if he was wrong. The Dragonbone Wastes are a forbidden place for the five guardian dragon races, where the guardian dragons were blessed by the Titans to become the guardians of Azeroth. Once upon a time, under their noses, there was such a flying fortress blatantly floating in their airspace?

Clay Ostraz struggled to fly towards the camp. He's going to tell everyone to be prepared. If this Flying Fortress were to attack them, it would be very dangerous.

As he approached the camp, he saw that the camp was already brightly lit and everyone was on guard.

He took on the form of his High Elves, regained his identity as Fù Crassus, and returned to the camp.

"Where have you been, Crassus? We're worried about you! Ronin saw him from afar.

"A little thing, but we're facing a big/trouble," Crassus said with a grim face, "I saw outside in the sky a flying fortress of the undead, flying in our direction. If they're coming at us, we'll have to avoid them right away. ”

"Flying Fortress?" Wenlesa's eyes widened.

"So it's a Flying Fortress?" Luo Ning muttered to himself, "No wonder, such a big movement." ”

"What did you hear?" Crassus asked suspiciously.

The two looked at each other, and Winlessa said, "We felt a great tremor, and I heard something break through the ground, and I wasn't sure - you saw it?" How big is it? ”

Breaking through the ground?

So the Flying Fortress has always been beneath the Dragonbone Wilderness?

For the first time, Crassus felt that as dragons, they didn't know enough about the sacred places they had lived in for generations.

"Half a Dalaran!"

Everyone gasped.

……

After Jiang Weihan operated the Wild Prince to punish and collect the big dragon, he pressed B to return to the city to synthesize the Omen of Langton, poured the steel mixture, and then signaled to the local road: "Assemble and push!" ”

When the teammates heard the news, they rushed to the road with the big dragon buff.

"This one has a super good rhythm, grabs two ways, and carries the whole game. This game is stable! Jiang Weihan thought to himself. This is the last game of his golden promotion match, with two crosses and two hooks in front of him, winning or losing in this game, and he is really nervous.

Take a look at the head-to-head ratio of 28:18, and the outer towers on the opposite side are all broken, so they can only retreat on the high ground to defend. As long as you don't wave, this one will win!

After gathering on the high ground in the middle lane, he saw the Qing troops coming up from the opposite AP Zelas and moving forward, and immediately realized that the opportunity had come:

"Look at me flashing EQ!"

The fattest and most annoying one on the other side is this Zelas. Kill him, the opposite side will have no ability to clear soldiers, the high ground will inevitably be broken, and this game will basically be won!

The Debang flag has fallen behind Zelas, the dragon impact has been struck, and this guy has no way to escape!

But his prince suddenly got stuck and couldn't move! - "Trying to reconnect"!

“！！！”

Ah, my qualifiers!

Jiang Weihan sat up in shock.

"It turned out to be a dream...... he saw the familiar room, exhaled, and then slowly recalled what had happened before:

He'd been thinking about what Kiran had said for the past few days, what his heroic path was - but he still had no idea. Jiang Weihan recalled the abilities of the protagonist Long Aotian in various online novels, and found that most of them were super strong people who cultivated both magic and martial arts, were geniuses of the whole system, were proficient in everything, opened up small universes, punched God Kings, and kicked Immortal Venerables.

Then it's up to him: when he's at his strongest, he can use all three powers: time, light, and nature. One hand staff and one hand holy sword, can it be regarded as a dual cultivation of magic and martial arts, right? But except for the holy light, the other two are not stable.

The time spell is too disadvantageous; The power of nature comes from the imprint of the demigods, which is a consumable, and is no longer there; And the Holy Light comes entirely from the transformation rituals of the angels, not something that they comprehend, and its power is limited.

- Is there a way to merge time, nature, and light?

Jiang Weihan kept trying in meditation. He first had to recall what it was like to use the Cenarius sigil in the first place, and to find the true way of nature. These days, it seems that he has come to his senses, but he still hasn't been able to cast his natural spells again. Naturally, it is impossible to talk about the fusion time and the Holy Light. Even the integration of existing forces alone has not succeeded - the two are distinct and irrelevant.

Just meditated, and then before he knew it, he fell asleep.

Then I had a dream that I was playing in the promotion tournament of LOL.

"It's a pity—" It's a pity that his dream has turned into a nightmare, and it's a pity that he still hasn't found the path of a hero.

Then he realized that something seemed wrong - his body was still lying peacefully in bed, sleeping peacefully, but why could he see his sleeping self from the first perspective?

He reached out to touch himself on the bed, and found that his hand was running through the quilt without hindrance, and the body that touched it was sending a magnetic attraction to him.

Jiang Weihan realized that he seemed to have inadvertently entered the state of "soul walker". However, when he had been training according to Medivan's notebook before, he had noticed a completely different feeling when his soul was walking and what he was doing now. Because soul walking is the will of the awake state ontology controlling one's own spiritual body, strictly speaking it is the effect of a spell, which is similar to the priest's spiritual world.

But now Jiang Weihan can feel that this fluttering spirit is his will.

"I seem to be ...... Out of body? ”

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Today turned out to be the first day!!????

The single dog hides his face and runs away......

Do I want to say: "I wish the world to have ** brothers and sisters in the end"?

Forget it, it's going to cause outrage. I still wish you all a happy **Festival~

I also wish the single person to get off the single as soon as possible