Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1463 96. Sacrifice a naval commander! Summon the undead navy to enter!

"Um?"

   Archmage Modera, who was meditating in the cabin of Lordaeron's navy flagship, was suddenly awakened by a strange magical wave.

   She felt as if an oversized mana bomb had been detonated on her own spiritual level.

  If it wasn't for the fact that the orthodox mages would habitually apply a few magics to protect their spirits before meditating, the sudden burst of magic shocks just now would have been enough for the archmages to rest in bed for at least a week.

   The gray-haired female mage opened her eyes in surprise, pinched her fingers, and her staff of the archmage flew into her palm, and sent herself to the mast observation deck of the battleship with a standard flash.

   The highest position of the ship provided Ms. Modera with an excellent view, allowing her to clearly see the pirate island called "Rogue Harbor" in the distance.

   When she was seeing what was happening in front of her, the master-level spellcaster of the human magic world instantly widened her eyes, and didn't even seem to notice the silent fall of the staff in her hand.

   Being so shocked to the point of numbness means that the Archmage must have seen something unbelievable.

that's the truth.

   In Ms. Modera's magical perception, she was seeing that the basic spatial system that constituted this sea area was being destroyed in a way that she could not imagine or even understand.

It is like a huge space singularity that has never existed before, and it is like the first black fire at the end of the world. In a brutal way that destroys the magical world view of the archmage, it is shaping the material world in front of you. A big astonishing void.

Do not!

   It might be more appropriate to call it a "wormhole".

   Beside the sluggish archmage, fleet casters appeared in flashes one after another, but each of them fell into an indescribable silence and dead silence when they saw what was happening before them.

   So a spectacle happened on the flagship observation deck of the Lordaeron Navy. More and more spellcasters appeared here, but the place became more and more silent.

  The atmosphere quickly became so silent that it was depressing.

   But the sailors on the deck of the entire fleet didn't seem to see the terrifying sight that the mages saw at all, they just felt the sea wind suddenly blowing fiercely.

   And can hear some strange noises from the wind.

   It was a dense clack like a large piece of glass was shattering.

   For these big-headed soldiers who have no common sense of magic or perception of magic, it is impossible for them to see through the surface that magic and space are being destroyed.

   They can't even understand what these things represent.

   But this ignorance became a good thing at this moment, which kept the sailors from falling into the same despair as the mages.

With a "fearless ignorant" attitude, they are full of energy to advance the work at hand, without delay for a minute or a second, and the deployment of the entire fleet has not been affected. The sailors of the fleet are still initiating He was busy preparing for the general attack of the North Sea pirates, but turned a blind eye to the imminent disaster.

Archmage Modera woke up after tens of seconds of sluggishness. She glanced at the expanding spatial singularity in front of her, tried to calm herself down, and then began to quickly calculate the sight in front of her with the standard thinking of an orthodox archmage. Once this invisible sun-like space wormhole ruptures, it will have an impact on this sea area and even this continent.

   A few seconds later, Ms. Modera got an answer that made her tremble.

   "Notify Marshal Westwin immediately!"

   She gritted her teeth and said to any spellcaster behind her:

   "Prepare him, his commanders, and sailors for transcontinental teleportation! We will do our best to get them as safe as possible before the space in this sea collapses."

   "Boom"

   A sudden loud noise interrupted the Archmage.

   She raised her head and looked towards the front where the sea breeze was blowing more and more rapidly. The magic power that erupted after the shattering of the space wall that had been expanding to the limit of the space singularity, which had been expanding to the limit, had formed stormy waves that suddenly appeared one after another on the material level.

   The calm sunset sea just now changed its face in an instant like the most vicious Kul Tiras shrew. In the dark wind howling, the ups and downs of the waves mercilessly and chaotically hit the sea in all directions.

   They seemed to come with the wrath of the **** of the sea, howling and grabbing and smashing the heavy naval flagship as easily as a child's toy.

With a loud "bang", a fourth-class battleship cruising on both sides of the flagship of Lordaeron's fleet was crushed to pieces in the first wave and was swept under the waves, and the roaring sea water also took the opportunity to roll up On the deck, the sailors who were caught off guard were rolled down a dozen times. By the way, the gunpowder barrels and naval guns placed on the deck were also pushed into the water, causing the deck side strings to be "clean" all of a sudden.

  Desktop Cleanup Master belongs to yes.

"What exactly is going on!"

There was a sudden wailing on the violently shaking flagship, but then there was a full-fledged roar in the scream, and the old Marshal Barry Westwin, who was carrying a naval command knife, was under the protection of several of his own guards. The room strode out.

   As expected of a veteran who has lived on the ship all his life, under the circumstance that the ship may capsize at any time, the old marshal is still walking on the deck washed by the sea.

   He yelled and kicked a panicked sailor captain on the ass, sending the latter back to his post, assembling the sailors who were like headless flies.

   Even the loud noise of the waves crashing against the hull could not suppress the old man's roar, but his reprimands were indeed effective.

  Although the mighty force of natural change is beyond the ability of extraordinary people to resist, but with the old marshal's scolding and fists and kicks, the already chaotic deck miraculously restored some order after a few minutes.

   "It's useless, Your Excellency Marshal, let the soldiers prepare for teleportation."

When the old marshal frowned, looking at the sea that suddenly changed in front of him, trying to figure out why the weather in the frozen sea changed so violently with the thinking of an old navy, the exhausted voice of Archmage Modera was in the old navy. The marshal rang from behind.

   She didn't try to explain to an old navy and old soldier why and how all this happened, but said directly:

   "Don't bring anything you don't need to carry, and don't try to save the battleship. It's not necessary to think about the progress of the war now.

  I don't know what the pirates did on their island, but I think the casters who can see this scene now, even the apprentices can understand the situation we are facing now.

   This will be one of the most terrifying magical disasters that have erupted in this world since the Dark Portal opened. If we are unlucky, the entire fleet may be buried in the collapse of Northrend. "

  The Archmage sighed. She looked ahead at the spatial singularity that had stopped expanding amid a dark and irresistible stormy sea. She gritted her teeth and said in a low voice:

   "I really can't imagine, what kind of power can create such an exaggerated space distortion in such a short period of time? I have only seen such a doomsday scene in the magic codex left by Ms. Aegwynn.

I don't think the North Sea pirates shaped all of this. In previous contacts, Dalaran conducted a comprehensive assessment of their magic level. Except for the hidden warlocks sent by Nar'Thalas Academy, this group of The magic mastered by pirates is the level of the dark wizards in the countryside.

   There must be someone else involved in this war today.

   But as a spellcaster, it is not bad to be able to see such a marvelous scene before death. "

   "Hey, Archmage! Listening to what you mean, we seem to be in danger, but you should at least tell me clearly, what kind of trouble are we facing now?"

  Ms. Modera's self-talk gave Field Marshal Barry Westwin a headache.

   He could see that this Archmage, who had known each other for more than ten years and had always been sensible enough to make him admire, had come to the brink of collapse, but he was not the kind of fool and coward who would bow his fate.

   Even if he dies, he will die to understand.

   So the old marshal looked at the battleships and the soldiers under his command on the surrounding sea like children's toys tossed by the waves. He grabbed the archmage's wrist and shouted:

   "At least tell me who is attacking us?"

   "It's space, it's the world."

   Modera shook her head and explained in the roar of the waves and the wind in the most concise way possible:

   "A huge space distortion you can understand as a gnome bomb that can blow up a land the size of Lordaeron in an instant, it suddenly appeared in the direction of the rogue harbor of the pirates.

  No one knows how it appeared, but it has now completed the tearing and devouring of the surrounding space, and has entered the irreversible second stage, which is the process of internal collapse.

  This process will be completed in a few minutes. When the energy is released at the singularity, it will be accompanied by a huge burst of violent magic. The waves in front of you are just an appetizer, Marshal.

  The big one is coming soon. "

  The Archmage said in a deep voice:

   "According to my calculations, the explosion of this singularity is likely to shatter the continent of Northrend, at least the continent of Howling Fjord, and no one can survive such a catastrophe.

   But now the collapse of the spatial singularity will briefly restore order in the space, and we will teleport you and your soldiers out within minutes.

  I can't guarantee the effect of teleportation, but I will try to send them to a safe area as far as possible. "

   "Can you attack that **** magic bomb?"

   The old marshal is worthy of being an old soldier. His first reaction is always to attack. He asked aloud, and the archmage shook his head and said:

   "Impossible. I can answer this question with my heels. Unless that void can disappear as suddenly as it suddenly appeared, with its current energy intensity, there is absolutely no way to do it, eh?"

"What's wrong?"

  The archmage stopped abruptly in the middle of his words, which surprised the old marshal.

   It was also at this moment that the violent wind and waves that had caused the sky-shattering just now suddenly disappeared like magic.

  Everything is quiet.

  The violent sea shrew instantly returned to the gentle lady's posture in the setting sun, and this situation of changing the world in an instant made everyone sluggish.

   The old marshal looked at the round-eyed Archmage Modera, who hesitated for a few seconds before whispering: |

   "Maybe my heels have to rethink

  What, the space aberration that would blow us all up with the fleet disappeared suddenly, as if it never existed.

   Heck!

   This is not in line with the basic principles of teleportation magic at all. I knew that when I was an apprentice, my doubts about the "three principles of teleportation" taught by my tutor were correct.

   That thing is not a golden rule at all.”

   Seeing that the Archmage has entered the Tucao mode, the old marshal rolled his eyes.

   He knew that the crisis had passed, and looking at the calm sea in front of him, the feeling of impending disaster in Marshal Westwin's heart still did not dissipate.

   He glanced at the various fleets on the surrounding sea that were hit by the waves. Every ship was hurrying to search and rescue the injured and salvage supplies in the sea.

   Because the storm lasts for a short time.

   was not even a minute, so the loss of the fleet was actually very minor.

   "Send a transport boat! Bring the marines! Immediately follow me to the island!"

   After thinking for a few minutes, Marshal Barry Westwin made a decision. He knew that he could not hesitate, so he immediately made a bold decision.

  Modera had told him that there was a super-large teleportation operation on the island, which made the old marshal feel that the North Sea pirates who had been surrounded by him must have done something else.

   They might have escaped.

   Damn!

  The cooked duck actually flew, which filled the old marshal's heart with a sense of military loss.

   He had to land on the island himself, and he had to determine with his own eyes the disappointing outcome.

   Half an hour later, a commando of six fourth-class warships sailed into the dead offshore pier of Rogue Harbor with a vigilant attitude.

  The sailors and commanders on the ship looked at the empty bay in front of them with a dull expression. What the **** is going on? This morning they reassured that the bay is full of pirate ships!

   But now there is nothing here.

   Those pirates got away with a magic trick! Those arrogant elves promised that they would stop all hostile teleportation magic from taking effect on this sea.

   But they didn't do what they promised.

   Damn!

  Magic is really unreliable!

   "No! Look, there's something on the dock!"

   Just when everyone was disappointed, a marine commander who was a hunter released his falcon, and with the help of the super reconnaissance power brought by the eye of the beast, he quickly found something wrong on the dock.

   After a few more minutes, the first Marines in their skiffs dashed up to the pier trestle of the dead Rogue Harbor, and they were immediately stunned by what they saw.

The corpses of pirates who were still "fresh" were hung on the empty pier, and on the outermost platform were piled up mountains of disgusting corpses. Those **** still have garbage sorting thoughts. The bodies are stacked separately.

   But that's not the point.

   The point is quantity.

   There are too many pirates who were hanged and hacked to death here, more than a thousand people, and they were not killed by foreign enemies, they were killed by their own people.

   "Are they crazy? Killed their own people?"

   Hearing the situation on the shore, Barry Westwin, who decided to go to the island in person, quickly saw the pier trestle covered with corpses with his own eyes. Rao is the old marshal who has a lot of knowledge in his life, and he was a little dazed by the scene in front of him.

He had never seen this kind of peculiar tactics of killing nearly one-twentieth of his own people before starting the war, but soon, old Barry thought of a possibility, and he looked back at the archmage who followed him ashore. Modera.

He says:

"Did they sacrifice their lives for evil to send them and their ship out of desperation? I heard that there was an evil **** who called himself a 'pirate god' in Zuldak not long ago. Is it related to those dark evil things?"

   "No, this is not a sacrifice."

  The archmage, who knew very well about magic knowledge, immediately denied this guess. She covered her nose and looked at the dead pier in front of her that looked like **** on earth, and said:

   "This is an ordinary massacre. It should be done by the pirates to boost morale. Wait, did you feel it? This wind, this strange cold wind.

   Wrong!

   There are others on the island!

Danger!

  Retreat! "

  Modera looked at the corpse in front of her, feeling the strange cold wind around her and the deserted island. She also thought of a possibility, and immediately grabbed the old marshal's hand and was about to teleport him away.

   However, it was too late.

   Under the loud noise of "Boom", a terrifying behemoth flipped out like magic from the ground of the beach. On the head of the huge frost bug, stood a familiar figure that made the Archmage look desperate.

   "Well, my admiral."

   His Majesty the Lich King looked at Field Marshal Barry Westwin, and he lifted Frostmourne in his hand and whispered:

   "You are finally here to perform your duties."

   "It's good, it's not worth my wait here, come on, Westwin, I need you, the natural disaster needs you."

   (end of this chapter)