Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

On the hill, the entrance to the tomb.

Cliff and Vargas led a group of trolls standing in the open space at the entrance, looking at the dark hole.

"Come on, let's go in." After speaking, Cliff lit the torch in his hand and walked in first, followed by Vorgas.

"This is the tomb of the Amani. Our priests who died before will be buried here." Cliff said as he walked, "We will mummify them. Their bodies have come to an end, but their souls have gained eternal life."

"Then Lord Gagolakin asked us to come?"

"Resurrect them and hold the long ears down!" replied Cliff.

"Ah?!" Vorgas was stunned, "Didn't this disturb the ancestor's sleep?"

"It was the order Gagolakin gave me before. I think it's time. And now we are needed on the western front, and we need Halraz's help."

While speaking, everyone walked to the center of a relatively large tomb.

"Here we are, priests, let's begin!"

A troll priest placed the sacrifice on the altar that had been built, and there were hundreds of gray-black amulets on the altar.

Vorgas led the voodoo shooters to stand guard at the entrance of the tomb, and then watched Cliff put on a voodoo mask he had never seen before, and then lit the sacrificial incense.

"Great God Loa, unstoppable death, I am here to worship you, call you, and pray that you can send down the oracle and save Amani!" Accompanied by Cliff's prayer, there was a burst of cold wind in the tomb The wind, Vorgas shivered, he felt that there seemed to be something indescribable in the room.

"Ah, I heard someone calling me." A strange troll suddenly appeared in the middle of the tomb, his face was very ferocious, and he looked around after appearing. Souls will be frozen.

It then looked at Cliff: "Hello, hello, haha... what do you want to ask Death?"

"Respected Lord Reaper," Cliff bowed, "I am Cliff of the Ansong tribe, and I would like to make a deal with you on behalf of Chief Gagolakin."

"Trading, old Bwonsamdi likes trading the most!" The weird troll circled in the air, then squatted on the altar, "Tell me about it."

"I believe you have also felt the death in the west. We hope that you can inject a little of your divine power into these amulets, and then we will erect an altar belonging to you on this land, allowing you to collect those wandering souls."

"Oh?" The pale soul fire in Bwonsamdi's eyes suddenly jumped, he sensed it, and then asked, "Indeed, there are many lost souls with nowhere to go, but they want my divine power , one altar is not enough, at least this number is needed.”

Bwonsamdi held out a hand.

"Two, no more!" Cliff gritted his teeth, "We'll find you another priest."

"Deal!" Bwonsamdi lightly jumped off the altar, and then stretched out his hand to Cliff, "Come on, sign the contract!"

"..." Cliff stretched out his right hand, and then a blue-green light shot out from Bwonsamdi's hand, wrapped around Cliff's arm, and disappeared.

Then Bwonsamdi inspired his divine power again and threw into the pile of dusty amulets, and in a blink of an eye those amulets began to emit a gleaming green light.

"Ha, the deal is done! Goodbye...it won't be long." Bwonsamdi said goodbye to Cliff, then jumped into the air and disappeared.

Cliff walked carefully to the altar, and Vargas stepped forward quickly.

"My lord, was that just now?"

"Yes, that's the troll death we've been talking about, Bwonsamdi, it looks like he's in a good mood today." Cliff wiped the sweat from his brow, picked up a talisman and looked at it and nodded.

"Go ahead and put these talismans on the mummy, and then we can retreat."

Vorgas nodded, and he and the priests and voodoo shooters quickly put the amulets on the mummy.

"Is it all over?" Cliff asked to the returning crowd.

Everyone nodded, and Vorgas was about to speak, when suddenly, the sound of "creak, creak" came from the depths of the tomb.

"Okay, let's go! Go to the Western Front at full speed after getting out!" Cliff's expression changed when he heard the news, and he quickly led everyone out of the tomb.

After Vorgas broke, when he stepped out of the tomb, he suddenly felt something looking at him. He turned his head and found some dark figures walking faintly in the depths of the cave, and they were approaching the exit.

He understood, and although he felt very uncomfortable, he turned his head and followed the troll team away from here, and left here.

Near noon the next day, inside the Farstrider Fortress.

"It's strange that our rangers went a kilometer into the jungle this morning and were not attacked by trolls." Taranas entered the hall and said to Aristophanes as he took off his cloak.

"Really?" Aristophanes frowned upon hearing this, and continued to stare at the huge sand table. Now the sandbox has covered the entire Silvermoon Forest, from the Tower of the Windrunner in the west, to Daysome in the south, and to the Arendar River in the north, only the southwest corner is still blank.

However, before he could tell his conjecture, an elf rushed in in a panic.

"Aristophanes, Taranas, something has happened!" It was Frewin, the agricultural director.

"What's the matter, Frewin?" Aristophanes looked away from the sand table.

"Something went wrong! Our farmer who lives on the west side of the lake was attacked early this morning!"

"What kind of attack?" Taranas stopped taking off his cloak and asked.

"According to the farmers who escaped, they are some very strange-looking guys! They have the shape of trolls, but they are covered with bandages all over their bodies. They are extremely powerful, and they are not afraid of injury. They can continue to attack even if they are shot in the head! They Suddenly rushed down from the mountain early in the morning, killed the elves when they saw them, and ignored the elves' begging for mercy!"

"Undead? It shouldn't be, the Lich King is gone now!" Aristophanes thought, and suddenly he thought of a possibility.

"Which elf did you say was attacked?"

"West of the lake, at the foot of the mountain!"

Aristophanes understood at once. He remembered that there was an Amani tomb on the mountain, and the elves ignored it intentionally or unintentionally during the previous investigation.

Perhaps the trolls used some kind of occult technique to resurrect them, and then use it to contain Farstrider Hold.

"A hundred secrets and a sparse one!" Aristophanes sighed inwardly.

"Aristophanes, do you know what's going on?" Taranas turned around and asked.

"I don't know, but there are only a few possibilities: either someone is pretending to be a ghost, or the troll has used some kind of magic that we don't know." Aristophanes shook his head, "The most urgent thing is to clean up these ghosts. Let them hold back our rhythm, we must take the initiative back."

"You're right! I'm going to call the rangers right away!" After speaking, Taranas walked out of the fortress again, and Aristophanes also went to the next room and began to pack his equipment. This time he also followed the past Just in case.

"My lord, what do you want?" Frewin asked.

"Just in case, I'm going to see those weird bandage trolls for myself."

Aristophanes put on the custom-made robe and cloak, picked up the recast two-handed staff "", turned and left the fortress hall.

The body of the staff is a branch of the holy tree "Sas'ara". The whole body is platinum-gold, and the length reaches about Aristophanes' eyebrows. This is what he traded to Anasteria for the recipe of the wine "Moonshine".

The end of the staff is thin and pointed. Aristophanes chose to wrap it with precious magic iron, and the other end was wrapped with mithril. The largest piece of mithril was inlaid in the middle, and some runes were carved with pure gold around it. .

Then the remaining meteorite fragments slowly rotated around the large fragments under the effect of rune enchantment, and from time to time an electric current erupted with the fragments in the middle, intersecting each other, and the body of the staff was also carefully modified and enchanted by Aristophanes.

And the attributes of this staff also prove that his enchanting and forging have reached a very high level:

Staff: (Okurta, Staff of the Mystic)

Quality: excellent (upgradeable)

Special effects: [Special Spell Power] Lightning spell damage increased by 15%; [Spell Extended] effective casting distance increased by 10%.

Aristophanes gathered Taranas' team, a total of 500 well-equipped elf rangers, and discussed with Taranas, and asked him to stay to guard the fortress, and led the team to the bandage troll. place ahead.