Flowers fly in February, grass grows and warblers fly
At this time, anywhere in Azeroth is believed to be in a good situation, but if you are unfortunate enough to travel to Theramore, you will obviously not have such a good time.
As the only area on the continent of Kalimdor that spends two-thirds of its time in the rainy season, Dustwallow Swamp undoubtedly gives people the impression of being moldy and damp, and among the locals, the rainy season has another name - bad boots.
season
The continuous rain has made the muddy ground soft and difficult to walk on, and the unowned forest fruits have fallen to the ground and slowly rotted. Anyone who walks in the dusty mud swamp during this season will find that their shoes will become worse every pair.
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"Damn Ragen, he didn't tell me that this place is more disgusting than the stinking ditches in the Undercity," Roxas, wearing a raincoat, walked in front with one foot deep and one foot shallow, cursing and knocking down a large number of nettle poles in front of him.
, "If we have to choose a bad weather like this to go out for an inspection, why can't we delay it for a few days and burn it all with a fire?"
"Say less and save some energy to chop down the trees." Herod, who was not far away from him, also waved his guillotine and knocked down the large obstacles. He raised his head and ordered the surrounding soldiers to spread out and cut down freely.
, "Lady Jaina once said that the whole of March in the Skydust Mud Swamp was no different than being soaked in water. It was hard to even spark a spark. The amount of rain like today should be relatively small! If you want to wait until the weather dries, then deal with it.
I’m afraid it won’t be postponed until the second half of the year!”
Roxas responded with a grunt. After watching the soldiers around him move away, he moved two steps closer to Herod and lowered his voice: "Brother Herod, do you see that Lei
The relationship between this guy and Lord Jaina is not ordinary! That woman had some trouble yesterday. Sophie and several of her confidant officers tried to persuade her to no avail. In the end, we had to intervene, the love saint Ragen, to save her.
The female mage whose face turned red as a big apple was brought down to eat... Tell me, isn't there something obviously wrong with this!"
Herod glanced at him as if he were an idiot: "I really don't know how your orcs' brains are made up... The whole Stormwind City probably knows about this. I think only Miss Sophie and you are kept in the dark."
"Wow! It's actually true!" Roxas' belated gossip ignited, "Tell me what's going on...and Sophie, how could she not see the truth as the person involved?
?”
Herod actually knew very little about Regen's bloody love triangle. He only heard White accidentally reveal it during the chat, so when it comes to talking about it, he doesn't know much more than Roxas.
"How can I explain this clearly in just a few words..." Herod curled his lips and moved his sore neck with the guillotine. "Anyway, according to the information I heard from White, Miss Sophie actually saw the fishy relationship between them.
, but for some unknown reason, she did not attack the General..."
"Eh, that's not right..." Roxas frowned and analyzed, "Sophie is such a fierce little girl. Her man is fooling around outside, but she doesn't even let out a fart?"
Herod saw that he was getting more and more ridiculous here, and he was too lazy to chat with the orcs. He picked up the guillotine and raised his legs to leave. But at this moment, a scream came from the northeast. It sounded like the soldiers who had just dispersed.
"Walk!"
The two of them were both experienced warriors. They looked at each other and flew out, running on the slippery grass in the direction of the sound.
In less than a moment, Roxas and Herod arrived at the scene of the incident. They saw a soldier with his neck almost cut off lying on his back. A large pool of blood dyed the surrounding grass red, but the murderer had already died.
Escaped without a trace
"The tearing wounds are not caused by sharp weapons, they should be caused by wild beasts or the like," Herod squatted on the ground and looked at it for a long time, then stood up with a frown, looked at the other soldiers who came after hearing the sound, and asked solemnly
, "Whoever Corporal Mark was with just now, please get out of the queue and report for duty immediately!"
Even though he was a veteran who was used to seeing death, he couldn't help clenching his fists when he saw his colleagues dying in such a tragic way. They looked at each other with anger in their eyes for a while, and then a lieutenant stood up and replied: "Sir, if I
If I remember correctly, Mark should be in the same group as Quentin, but the problem now is...Sergeant Quentin is not here either!"
Herod's face tightened. He looked at the dozens of soldiers who had gathered. He stretched out his fingers and said solemnly: "Group of five people, look for the missing Quentin and the murderer. Pay more attention to the top of your head and your feet.
Rotten trees and blades of grass! Everyone, cheer me up! Send a signal for help as soon as there is a situation, and don’t try to be a hero!”
"As you command, Major!"
Seeing his subordinates scattering quickly, Herod raised his chin towards Roxas and said, "What do you think, should you go back to report the news or should I go back?"
"We'll talk about it later, let me take a look at this not-so-clean wound first..." The orc didn't feel disgusted, he stretched out his hand and roughly pulled out a black thing from the bloody neck, and squinted at it.
He didn't say anything for a long time, but this guy stuck out his tongue to kiss his head, which made Herod frown.
"Bah, bah...it smells like the undead!" Roxas frowned and threw away the things in his hands, "It seems that things are a little serious...not some wild species, but those disgusting wild carrion!"
Herod's face became even more ugly. It should be noted that they deliberately avoided the place where the undead were haunted this time and came directly to the abandoned black dragon's lair. However, they did not expect that the ruins of the dragon's power that still existed there began to be destroyed.
Due to the corrosion of undead creatures, could the entire Dustwallow Swamp be turned into a breeding ground for the undead?
"Stop wasting your time, Roxas!" the northern man from Lordaeron said in a deep voice, "This situation cannot be solved by just a few dozen of us! All brainless zombies know not to provoke giants.
Dragon, and now that the undead creatures dare to occupy the black dragon's lair, the strength of their leader will never be any lower!"
Roxas' eyes narrowed, and he rarely continued to argue. He nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll go back and ask for help now! You should be more careful!"
I thought it was just an ordinary survey, and they didn't bring their mounts or magic facilities, so Eloxus could only run towards Theramore and use this most primitive method to return to the city to ask for help.
Seeing the figure of the orc gradually disappearing from his sight, Herod looked up at the gloomy sky. According to his estimation, even though Roxas, as an orc, has amazing explosive power, running back to Theramore on his legs would still take a long time.
After many hours, the whereabouts of his soldiers were still unknown. He didn't want to wait around doing nothing, so he walked toward the ruins of the Black Dragon not far away with his long sword in hand.
However, shortly after Roxas and Herod left, the corpse of "Corporal Mark" lying on the ground suddenly started to move: the male corpse's originally flat abdomen was bulging, like a pregnant woman who was ten months pregnant!
Several claw marks were clearly printed on the belly, as if there was a restless alien living inside, eager to break out of the flesh and blood prison!
"Gudu, Gudu..."
There was an abnormal sound in the corpse, like boiling water reaching the boiling point! Mark's corpse shrank suddenly, and then suddenly expanded, as if a bomb had fallen into the pork shop, with countless bone stubble, minced meat and internal organs everywhere
Splashed, painting the surrounding trees and turf with a layer of red powdery paint
"Gah!"
The monster born from the corpse was completely black, with only its eyes a frightening blue. It opened its mouth and screamed hoarsely, as lowly as a blue whale singing, but the cold smell in it made people feel uncomfortable.
Creepy
The monster raised its head, as if it was suffering some great pain, but it did not utter a cry. After a moment, there was only a soft "chila" sound, and two dark wings burst out from its side! The monster was happy.
The ground shouted loudly, raised its hooves similar to dragon claws, ran for a while, then flapped its wings and flew off the ground, gliding towards the direction of the black dragon ruins.
——————————————————————————————————————————“So my opinion is still the same, the funds for Red Storm should be shared among us.
, and the trade area transformed into a trade area after the Black Dragon's Lair is cleared will be distributed according to the proportion of the funds provided by each!"
The speaker was a Kul Tiran transportation magnate. Although this rich man was not under the rule of Theramore, it did not prevent him from having a lot of interests here. This time I heard that the Crimson Storm Alliance was going to open up a new territory.
trade area, he came all the way from Boralus, the capital of Kul Tiras, just to get a piece of the pie.
"Mr. Sirik, don't you think you stretched your hand too far?"
The wealthy local merchants and nobles of Theramore quit. Although they did have an alliance with the Kul Tirans in order to resist the big fish Regan, it was only a temporary alliance of interests. Now according to what General Regan said,
According to the agreed terms, Theramore can obtain a trade hinterland close to the inland without investing a single cent. The price paid is only to bear the daily expenses of a regiment. Such a good thing, even if your parents are here, you can't let it go!
Theramore's merchants and nobles are by no means idiots. They know when to invest and when to leave nothing. It is true that Theramore's current public finances cannot support more troops, but as noble businessmen with private properties all over the continent, it is very important to support them.
Five thousand soldiers is a piece of cake - if you don't see the rabbit, don't let the eagle fly. In the face of interests, businessmen are so realistic.
"General Regan's promise is only to rule Lady Jaina. A noble person like you who holds the title of Kul Tiras, why do you need to compete for small profits with us countrymen..."
"You can't say that. Ms. Jaina has already admitted that Theramore is also a city of Kul Tiras! Although we were a little unhappy back then, it is over after all!"
Lei Gen sat at the side of the conference table and watched in amusement as these superior people criticized each other over a piece of ruins that had not even been touched... People died for wealth, birds died for food, and the pandas would not deceive me.
"I made you laugh, General Regan." Morrie on the side naturally saw what Regan was thinking. The old fox was not shy and explained with a smile, "Theramore suffers from not having a good hinterland, so it has always been able to
Limited to its status as a major trading port, even if it occasionally does business with the tribe, it has always been afraid of those desperadoes. But now that the red storm has descended here with the power of heaven, everyone is rushing to seize this opportunity!"
Looking at the two groups of people fighting fiercely, the old fox stroked his beard and said, "Merchants have been chasing profits since ancient times. Theramore was founded on trade, and almost all nobles have a keen sense of gold coins... But this trend is towards profit.
Under the surface, we hope to support the lord with our meager strength - it should be noted that the annual expenditure of several thousand high elf mages is enough to arm a legion, but when it is time to spend money to defend their homeland, no noble will
I want to back down!”
"Nonsense, even a pig can understand this. Without a solid pigsty, how can you guys who only have gold coins in your eyes make money safely?" Regan cursed Mori's beautiful words in his heart, but he still nodded with a smile on his face.
, just as he was about to say a few perfunctory words in official language, he heard the door of the city hall being pushed open with a bang.
Before Mori, the old man, could stand up and scold him, Roxas broke in and yelled, covered in sweat: "Forget the damn meeting, there's an incredible undead in the Black Dragon Ruins! Please clean up quickly.
Clean it up and smash that guy’s bones into pieces!”
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