Menethil's Power

Chapter 581 Soul Gathering
Azeroth is a very real world.

Grom Hellscream's act of treachery in and of itself is not to be forgiven, even if he committed the blunder under control of his mind, but the root cause of his being in that situation is his own arrogance and self-importance. Da, if it is other orcs, there is no chance of being rescued at all, and they must be directly killed as enemies.

But he's different, because he's Grom Hellscream.

The effect of the Devil's Fountain prepared by Red Blackhand is obviously not as strong as the blood of Mannoroth, and most of the Warsong clan who drank the Devil's Spring with Grom survived in the end, and have basically recovered after several years of treatment Normally, Thrall stated that they would not be held accountable for their crimes, but asked them to prove their glory again - this statement is inevitable, because it is impossible to directly execute one-fifth of the tribe's soldiers.

The current situation of the Warsong clan is special, only Grom can lead them, and the tribe needs the strength of this legendary warrior more than ever, and Thrall believes that Grom will be more cautious after experiencing such a lesson, and Chief Warsong It is bound to be proved by his behavior.

The Horde's expedition fleet is about to set sail. When King Saurfang waved the crimson Horde flag on the flagship Orgrim's Hammer, thousands of nautical miles away, another fleet encountered big trouble .

"Damn! Where did this come from? Get rid of them!"

Garuvik yelled irritably, and even snatched the ray gun from the bodyguard next to him, pulled the trigger and fired.The ray gun with a Protos crystal as its core shoots out a dazzling platinum light beam. Although the shooter has no accuracy at all due to the shooter itself, just brushing the torso of a few green monsters is enough to set them ablaze , reduced to ashes.

It wasn't just Garuvik's ship that was attacked, the goblin guards and mercenaries on other ships were also firing. Although their weapons were not the high-end ones in Garuvik's hands, they were all of excellent quality. , However, even so, the damage caused seems to be very limited-those vrykul monsters that seem to be filled with seaweed after rotting still continue to appear from the bottom of the sea, trying to climb onto the nearest ship to them.

"Boss! It's over for Kerim! You can't see the fire from the shooting anymore!" One of the dozens of manned flying golems that were flying and attacking in the sky suddenly landed and hovered over Garuvik. Beside, the lifter's aerodynamic rotors were so loud that its pilot had to yell to finish his debrief.

"Take your men to support!" Garuvik also yelled, shouting the code name of his confidants, "Drill! If Old Kerim's men die, then leave that ship alone, I think these things Monsters shouldn't be interested in our cargo itself!"

"Understood! Yoho!" With the call of the goblin, the flying golem suddenly ejected a large amount of smoke and dust, and rushed back to the sky, and the body made of steel creaked.

Garuvik's attention turned to the monsters again, "Don't let them climb the deck again! Quick! Cut their anchor lines!"

His orders were not carried out very well. Although these monsters were rotten, they did not have any shortfalls in strength. Even if Garuvik's personal guards were equipped with new types of power armor, they could not compete with them in terms of strength. ——The racial gap is too great, at least for now, it cannot be completely made up with technology.

And because it is on the ship, except for the flying golem, no large-scale war machinery can be used. If you really want to start to meet the enemy, as long as there is a little wind and waves, you must worry about these big irons. Will the block be thrown out and sink into the seabed with the driver to become an iron coffin.

The situation is very bad.

Not long ago, it was Garuvik who brought Red Blackhand to the Broken Beach, and then detonated the time bomb of the Tomb of Sargeras. This fact is not difficult to discover, so Isaacs asked him to keep a low profile recently and take care of the logistics The transportation work is enough, this voyage is to transport some large materials from the Lost Islands to Lordaeron to support the Alliance Expeditionary Force that is being assembled.

After all, if the logistics needs to go through the portal, the transmission cost is proportional to the quality, so sea transportation is still the most important mode of transportation.

But I don't know whether it deviated from the original channel or what, the fleet first crashed into a thick fog, and then encountered these monsters, monsters that Garuvik had never seen or heard of.

What the hell is this?

His doubts were quickly resolved, and several mercenaries came to Garuvik noisily, "Your Excellency! This guy said he knew these monsters."

What was pushed out was a sailor who had shown his old age and was blind in one eye, a classic image of a well-informed man who was lucky to live a long time.Garuvik's first thought when he saw him was to find Wells who was in charge of recruiting later, and then put his head in the toilet, because the new water he paid was the same, and such an old guy certainly didn't There will be young people who can do it.

Worth every penny spent!Because he was essentially born at the bottom, Garluvik's view of money is quite simple among goblins.

"That's Kvaldir, my lord!" The old seaman's slightly trembling voice brought Garuvik's thoughts back to reality. "They are believers of the God of Death, and their numbers are endless. After attacking the ship, they will sink the entire ship to the seabed and dedicate it to the God of Hades! It is said that no one can come back alive after seeing them!"

He didn't need to urge him, he just poured beans out of a bamboo tube and said everything.

Garuvik froze for a moment, and then showed a gloomy expression. Where the hell did they go by mistake? How could they encounter this kind of creature that usually exists in the rumors of sailors?

Why not one of those mermaids that cover sensitive spots with just two flaps of shell?Why not discover an island full of gold and silver?

"So do you know their weaknesses, or do you have any way to deal with them?" Garuvik asked hopelessly.

The old sailor shook his head desperately.

Well, Garouvik sighed, at least he knew their names, his face was wrinkled into a ball, seriously, his rich figure has shrunk recently because of all kinds of troublesome things for the big boss Several laps.

It is obviously unrealistic to eliminate these Kvaldir, how to get out?Abandon part of the ship to attract their attention?It seems to be a good idea, these monsters don't seem to have any intelligence, the only problem is that there is no way to explain to the big boss...

Just when most of the people were fighting in a hurry, and when Garuvik was frowning, something unexpected happened. The drill bit flying in the sky was the first to react. "Another ship is coming!" he shouted.

Boat?Garuvik was overjoyed, another unlucky guy could not only share the pressure together, but even use him as a bait to get away. All in all, it's a good thing!
But then he realized that something seemed wrong.

A black and white ship slowly emerged from the night. Roughly speaking, it was at least twice the size of Garuvik's ship, and it had a gloomy atmosphere overall. , it was a huge skull that looked like a... dragon.

Garuvik rubbed his eyes, making sure it wasn't a metal or wooden statue but bone, which meant...it was real.

He suddenly felt some toothache.

The keel boat approached slowly, without any sound, and it didn't even seem to bring up the current.At this time, the crew was still fighting Kvaldir, and no one except Garuvik and the pilot of the flying golem noticed that a new unknown force had joined the battlefield.

Behind that huge ship, another ship that was not that big but equally eerie appeared one after another, also silently.

This was so weird, even weirder than those Kvaldirs, and Garuvik suddenly felt a little creepy.He felt that there was no need to make an enemy-friend judgment at all, because he didn't think the big boss would have such an ally.

Almost for a moment, an intense feeling of pain, similar to nausea but much stronger, hit, Garuvik grunted, and his yellow-green face turned pale.Others reacted almost in the same way, many of them couldn't even hold their weapons, and even the most powerful mercenary, the tauren whose physique had reached the hero level, showed the same sense of discomfort.

Such a thing happened suddenly during the battle, but there were no additional casualties for a while, because those Kvaldir were more affected, their bodies froze suddenly, and then began to collapse.

That's right, collapse, the tall body suddenly disintegrated into dust and slime, as if they were originally made of such things.

There are strands of thread-like but indescribable things floating out, and then go to the same gathering.

Everyone was stunned. If it weren't for the strong and continuous "disgusting feeling", they would definitely express the strongest emotion based on their living habits, but now most people have difficulty even speaking.

It's as if they're stuck in the realm of extreme pain.

Garluvik held on, but everyone didn't know that this bloated goblin had stronger physical fitness than the tauren. After all, as a trade king, he was extremely afraid of death. Equipment, medicine, and various spell blessings to strengthen one's body. After all, as long as there are enough gold coins, there are basically no difficulties in this world.

So even under this extreme pain, he still has some spare energy to pay attention to the external situation. He saw the filaments floating out from the wounded mercenaries lying on the ground, and then their bodies gradually Stiff, obviously the life also dissipated with the departure of that filament.

Garuvik shuddered.

No wonder this "disgusting feeling" is so strong, because what is going to be spit out is not gastric juice, but... the soul!
At this moment, all life is like straw, waiting helplessly to be harvested!

What kind of existence is on that ship?
In just a few minutes, everyone except Garluvik almost lost consciousness. The goblin used his last strength to crush the gemstone on one of his ten large gold rings, and a pale golden eggshell shield instantly emerged on the surface of his body.

This is the holy shield released by Isaacs, stored on an enchanted ring, and handed over to Garuvik to save his life. He still values ​​the life of his capable subordinate.Garuvik regards it as a last resort, because according to Isaacs himself, even Grom Hellscream, who can cut a demigod into a hemiplegia with one axe, needs at least four or five times to break through this shield Slash with all your might.

It didn't work though, the shield didn't lessen his pain.

Unwilling to be reconciled, Garuvik's body began to emit light continuously, and spells of various systems appeared one after another, but except for the ancestral treatment of the shaman system, which relieved his pain a little, everything else was equivalent to setting off fireworks—— Desperate fireworks.

Garluvik's heart was ashamed, and he leaned helplessly against the wall behind him. He felt that he could no longer resist this pain, and his soul was about to be taken away. At the last moment of his life, he couldn't help but think of his own life. The memory instantly jumped to that year in Fengxing Port, a blond boy looked at him with a smile on his face and said, "Let's make a deal."

At that time, I had no idea how amazing this "deal" was.

The keel boat passed by slowly, and Garuvik, who was dying and recalling the past, saw a person standing behind the giant dragon skull, who looked like a young girl, but with long pale hair.

She spread her palms flat, above which was suspended a fluorescent translucent sphere, filled with smoke, and the souls of the past kept flowing into it.

It turned out that the one who was going to kill all the creatures here turned out to be such a delicate girl.

Garuvik suddenly felt an extreme sense of absurdity.

The light of the shield on his body was too dazzling in the dark, which naturally attracted the other party's attention. The girl turned her head, revealing a delicate and cold face, as if she was looking at an ant.

Garuvik suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, where did he seem to have seen her?
It seemed that he had hallucinations when facing death, and the goblin smiled self-deprecatingly.

The girl's frosty face moved slightly, and the feeling of indifference to all living beings disappeared briefly. She suddenly clenched her hands tightly, and the ball condensed by the soul disappeared in her hands. She turned her head, and the keel battleship and other ghost-like creatures Ships brushed past the goblin fleet, and one by one they disappeared into the darkness.

Garuvik suddenly found that the moment the girl turned her head, the extreme pain that oppressed the soul suddenly disappeared. This is unbelievable. rain.

survived... survived...

After finally calming down, he paid attention to his subordinates. The situation was not optimistic. It is roughly estimated that at least one-third of the employees were reimbursed after such a toss. This can be said to be the biggest casualty since the establishment of the McDonald Consortium. And that The girl's goal should only be Kvaldir, and they were just unlucky enough to be accidentally injured.

Fortunately, the rest of the people were able to drive the boat back.

Garuvik finally remembered why the scary girl looked familiar. About three years ago, the big boss Isaacs brought the girl back to the Lost Islands. After a very secret experiment, she left again.

Garuvik was very fortunate that he had met her face to face when the other party was conscious during that short period of time, otherwise, he would have to consider whether he would have been able to do so in the absence of a soul and the possibility that the body could not be found. May be "redeemed" by the big boss...

And this is obviously impossible.

(End of this chapter)