Theramore is a very young city. Although humans had already been active in ancient times, as a formed city, its founding history was less than ten years. At that time, the ** teacher Gianna; Prodmore, under the guidance of the prophet Medivh, led Lordaeron's escapees to the east coast of Kalimdou, and hurriedly built a simple refuge for those who had lost their homes in the war of natural disasters. With the slump of the war and the fall of Lordaeron, these residents regarded this place as a new home and began to slowly improve it.

In recent years, the surrounding area of ​​Theramore has not been very stable. It has clashed with ogre villages in dust swamps many times. In addition, lobsters living in shallow seas are constantly harassed, so there are not many shops in a large city with doors, Regen finally found a hotel to settle down. After paying the deposit, he went straight to the bathroom and took a hot bath, cleaning up the fishy smell of the sea these days. After all, no man will go to meet the most beautiful flowers of Dalaran with his smell.

After dinner, Regan followed the guidance of the hotel owner and found the towering mage tower and told the guards at the door that they were coming. A mage apprentice led him to the reception room and sat down. He went to the top floor to report.

A moment later, a cold-faced high elf walked down from the building and asked expressionlessly: "Your Excellency is the Paladin who has wiped out the Difia Brotherhood, Mr. Kristen Regan?"

"It's right here. I don't know if Ms. Gianna is available now. I have very important news to report to the Lord." Regan stood up and replied. Although it was a bit of a tiger's skin and a big banner, the admirable achievements were obviously a necessity for those who hold high positions.

"Mr. Jaina is not in Theramore at this moment. If you have anything, you can tell me directly. When the master comes back, I will convey it on your behalf." The elf still looked deadly.

"I'm very sorry, this matter is of great importance. I won't tell anyone except Ms. Gianna." Regan bowed slightly to apologize. Although he had heard that most high elves were arrogant and rude before, he didn't expect that a receptionist would be so arrogant.

"Since that's the case, please come back. Lord Jaina will not come back within a month." After that, the elf swung his robe and went upstairs. Regan blinked and didn't react yet. Could this be the way for the Theramos to entertain guests? Just as he was about to follow and ask clearly, the two combat mages stood still and stopped him: "The magic is important, and the idle people are not allowed to enter." Looking at the surrounding high elves demon-breakers, Regan wisely chose to retreat.

After returning to the hotel, Regan threw himself on the bed with great depression. It seemed that the wizard of Theramore could not count on it, but how could he save the king alone? Before coming, Regan asked Togre about the situation of Okaz Island. It was a small island located in the north of Theramore. It was rarely visited by people all year round. There were occasionally black dragons around. It is said that someone had seen the figure of the Naga tribe on it. These are all known dangerous races, so later no one was willing to find out. Now the people in Theramore have listed Okaz and the Black Dragon Valley as two forbidden areas that they cannot be involved in.

Regan turned over irritably, and suddenly thought of Togray's words when he left. Since the Ramore rebels have always taken the task of destroying the tribe as their mission, they should be loyal to the alliance. I believe that it is natural to rescue the king and the others. Regan has already made a decision in his mind and will only contact the rebels when the day is dawn tomorrow.

The next morning, Regan rode out of Theramore on a horse holding his hand from the hotel. No wonder people said that the thief could not help himself. He had done too much horse thieves now.

Before Regan came here, I heard a lot of people. I always thought Theramore was a relatively large island. After arriving, I realized that it was actually a peninsula terrain: Theramore is close to the dust sludge swamp, a not-wide arch bridge connects the two places together. There is a sentry tower every hundred feet in the dust sludge swamp. Theramo defenders entered it to prevent the invasion of ogres and beasts in the swamp. Regan's destination this time was the abandoned sentry tower in the north occupied by the rebels.

The swamp in the morning seemed particularly quiet, only the buzzing sound from insects disturbed people. A swamp rat that was foraging suddenly smelled the long-lost fishy smell. It screamed excitedly and found a pool of dark red liquid following the smell. Just when this poor creature was having a lot of fun, a foot falling from the sky trampled it into pieces.

Gresart; the dark corner impatiently rubbed his thick soles against the ground. Obviously, the mouse's sticky internal organs made his feet uncomfortable. The strong tauren sniffed: "Boys, move faster. Click the broken tower and go back to report!"

More than a dozen taurens who were moving the corpse all responded loudly and quickly threw the newly killed humans into the broken whistle. Then Greisati posed a torch and threw them into the corpse.

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"Is it done by the Black Dragon? But the young dragon is not able to kill dozens of soldiers, and there is no pressure from the adult dragon nearby. Who will it be?" Regan ran wildly while thinking about the murderer who might attack the rebels. He was in a very bad mood at this moment. He had a very bad mood all the way from Beijun. Now he finally had a clue. Unexpectedly, the only reinforcements were hit by this! Thinking of this, he even kicked the horse's belly hard. The horse was in great pain and galloped northward like crazy.

With a "bang", the tower finally collapsed. The raging fire completely engulfed the bodies of the human soldiers. Gresat muttered a few words, hesitantly threw the white chrysanthemum in his hand towards the fire.

The terror totem has never been a charitable organization. Their goal is to eliminate the enemies of the Taurus, but if they are according to their standards, basically the whole world belongs to this category. This is a terror organization with all members of the Taurus, who act without regard for any moral constraints; and this is their leader Magasa. The terror totem vigorously advocates that they not only kill humans, elves, goblins and horses, but even raise butchers to the orcs living in Kalimdo, because they feel that the entire Western continent belongs to the Taurus, and other races living here are invaders. Perhaps in the eyes of this old cow, the only thing that can make her fear is the elemental lord that exists in the void.

At that time, the tribe's senior management wished that this was just a radical organization, but then many incidents of terrifying totem killing orcs and trolls occurred, which made the Tauren Chief Kane's blood hoof burst into flames. He ordered Magasa not to go out and detained him on the Elder's Highland of Thunder Cliff for monitoring. However, Kane obviously underestimated the ability of a high-level shaman.

Magasa can use the power of skillful elements to communicate with the servants of her three main strongholds, and her tribesmen unconditionally expressed obedience to the "old woman".

Gresat is a soldier from Thousand Needles Stone Forest. Although he doesn't like to run far away to this wet swamp just to kill a few people, Lord Anak said that this was the order of the head of the Magasa clan, that is, the adult aunt, so he still completed the task without fail. He was just a little puzzled why he threw the weapon with the Thunder Cliff badge on the scene. Are people who kill now with the name left?

After his subordinates threw their weapons around the mail tower in scattered manner, Gresart was calling people and preparing to leave. Suddenly, a rush of horse hooves came, "Beware!" All the taurens' first reaction was to pick up the weapon they had just dropped. Before coming, Lord Anak repeatedly told him not to leave any living mouths. Even if the chief Thrall appeared later, he would have to chop it over.

"Cha, cha, cha, cha" The sound of horse hooves is getting closer and closer, and the taurens are holding the weapons in their hands. For the terrifying totem, killing is always a pleasant thing, but the bloodthirsty soldiers are soon disappointed - the galloping horse is empty on the back, Gresat slashes twice with a giant axe, and runs towards the horse, intending to strip the frightening beast with his own hands to make dry food

The stigma was huge and it was very difficult to run in the forest. Gree Sartre felt that he had lost face in front of his subordinates just now, so he hated this beast. But he didn't expect that the trees here were very lush. He was accidentally hooked by the branches and staggered. Before he could even say anything, a sharp sword light slashed down his shoulder.

It's also good that this thick body is alive. Regen was actually alive just now, but he just hid in a pedal and hid his body. Unexpectedly, there was a guy who came to his door. He was so happy that he chopped off his sword. However, he didn't expect that Shugen saved the Taurus's life: He staggered and just flashed through Regen's fatal sword. The sword that was supposed to chop his head cut the Taurus' thick shoulders. Gree Sartre is worthy of being the top warrior at Black Cloud Peak. Before Regen could cut down the second sword, he endured the pain and lifted the cauldron off the war horse.

At this moment, the subordinates around finally realized from their surprise. More than a dozen taurens surrounded Regen.

"One, two... fifteen taurens are really hard to deal with." Regan silently counted the number of people on the other side. Although he was not afraid of group fights, no one dared to boast about the double-digit enemy that could easily deal with. Moreover, the one standing around was not weak human robbers, but the taurens known for their strength.

Just now, I saw this group of wild beasts killing people and burning corpses from afar. I was angry and exposed myself regardless of the consequences. Now, I calmly think about it. Not only can I not avenge the deceased, but I also have to get in. It is really stupid. It seems that I am not suitable to be an assassin. Regen smiled bitterly in his heart.

"Damn human, you've completely angered Gree Sartre! I'll crush your body bit by bit with my horns, and then feed those dirty hellhounds with your internal organs!" Gree Sartre, who had red eyes, howled in a stiff common language. His wounds were still bleeding, but the Taurus ignored it at all. Seeing this attitude, he had to crush Regan's bones and ashes to be willing to be willing to

"It's useless to say more. Let me see how capable you two-legged beasts are." Although Regen knew how bad this time was, he was unwilling to show weakness at all.

"Go to hell, bastard!" Gresat, who was completely angry, rushed over with a thunderous force. Regan did not dodge, but held the sword in his hands. The holy power in his body burst out with a "herethical judgment!". He saw that the original ordinary sword body was attached to the golden holy light, which made it difficult to open his eyes and look directly. "Calling, Crusader strike!" Regan did not retreat but advanced, and crashed into the Tauren who was charging hard.

With a loud "clang" sound, both of them were shook away from each other's great force. Regan felt that his hands were no longer his own. The tiger's mouth was shattered with blood, and he couldn't even hold the sword. However, on the other hand, Gree Sartre was even more miserable. The wound on his shoulder just now completely cracked, revealing the white bones inside. His whole body was poured red by blood. He fell to the ground and fainted in a coma.

But before Regen breathed a sigh of relief, the surrounding soldiers rushed up and attacked him; the Taurus clan has always respected the elders and obeyed orders, and his subordinates regarded their superiors as fathers and brothers. They did not like other races in the mainland, and their subordinates were in chaos. Regen beat Gresat to death without knowing their lives, but instead putting a bloodthirsty technique on all the miscellaneous soldiers.

If it were to be done normally, it was only a matter of time before the group of soldiers was eliminated, but at this moment, Regan's internal injuries were not light, and his hands holding the hilt seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds. He finally killed a soldier in front of him, but he was stabbed twice behind his back, and his left calf had been smashed by a war hammer.

Regan staggered back two steps, feeling dizzy in his head. He tried his best to swing a sword and forced several taurens around him to retreat, holding on to the long sword and coughing violently, feeling the bloody and sweetness in his throat, "Is this my bone burial place?"

Regan coughed out a mouthful of blood. The holy energy in his body swayed like a candle in the wind. Even a simple holy light technique could not be used. Maybe from deliberately forgetting those memories, the holy light had abandoned itself, but this ending seemed to be too late. Regan closed his eyes.

——It's good

The next moment, several spears pierced his chest at the same time. The people of the Tartar tried their best to lift Regan up high, and then fell to the ground hard, splashing dust all over the sky.

"Bah, this is a cheap man." Although the soldiers still couldn't relieve their hatred, the Taurus clan did not have the habit of killing people and insulting corpses. The crushing of bones and ashes that Gree Sartre just said was just a singular saying. Although the terrifying totem is easy to kill, it also follows the laws of natural reincarnation. After spitting at Regen's body a few times, the soldiers carried Gree Sartre, who was unconscious, away.

The dim sky was like being covered by the giant Titan's hand. Layers of dark clouds covered the entire swamp with a "boom". A thunder sound, and the raindrops as big as beans fell down quickly, beating the still corpse, gradually gathering into a handful of puddles.

The rain gradually became heavier and heavier, and the roaring sound of the thunder in the sky mixed together, as if a dying giant beast was crying in despair.
Chapter completed!