Menethil's Power

Chapter 577 Howling Wind's Expedition

The Broken Isles is coming with a storm, but in Northrend, a place in the far north, it is a different atmosphere.

Keel Wilderness and Ice Crown Binchuan are two lands that are frozen all year round, but unlike the ground where there are only rare life activities, the world under the frozen soil is a completely different scene, and it is more full of vitality.

As early as tens of thousands of years ago, Nerubians established a prosperous civilization here—Aizhuo Nebru, this is an ancient race, its origin can be traced back to the insects created by the ancient gods, of course The Neburu gained their independence after the Old Gods were sealed away, and until now they are the rulers of most of Northrend's subterranean kingdoms - although now they have a new master.

With a body like a heavily armored tank rushing forward, its carapace, which is several times harder than Saronite, is covered with sharp horny spikes. Anub'arak, the king of Azjol-Nebrug, used unrivaled power to overwhelm a body of his size. The nerubian, who was not much younger than him, hit the rock wall heavily, and its thick forelimbs with barbs mercilessly pierced into the opponent's soft abdomen.

Viscous insect tissue fluid gushes out, which shows that he is still a "creature", not like Anub'arak and most of the people in this kingdom, who are at the mercy of death.

"You... are a disgrace to all Nibru people." The fatally injured bugman could only fight back with one word, and then he lost his breath.

Anub'arak was silent. Indeed, he was probably the most failed Neburu king. He failed to resist the invasion of the Scourge, and even became a servant of the Lich King himself, the best weapon to slaughter his people.

But this dead guy doesn't seem to be qualified to say such a thing, after all, he also chose a master and became a slave.

Anub'arak suddenly lost interest. Since he was no longer "alive", what else did he need to pursue?
The battle not far away has also ended, and the ground is full of broken thick purple-black tentacles. The source of these tentacles is a huge monster without any basic biological characteristics. It looks like a monster with Anuba A giant tumor four or five times the size of Lak, but now it has been cut into seven or eight pieces, and the remaining body is covered with frost. If Isaacs was here, he would definitely praise this kind of sashimi production method as very standard.

The girl holding the ice-blue magic sword stood there, her figure looked a little thin, and the metal armor all over her body couldn't weaken this feeling, because this set of special armor was completely an ornament, the armor was extremely thin, and the elbows, shoulders There is still a faint trace of snow-white skin on the waist and waist, but the faint runes on the entire armor are not difficult to notice, so it is not so much an armor as an alternative robe.

Anub'arak, who was clad in a hard carapace, certainly would not agree with this formalistic protection, but he would never make any comments, because the girl in front of him was the master of the Scourge, the queen of this frozen wasteland, a queen She has the right to decide what she wears, and no one else has a say in it.

Anub'arak looks like a gigantic beetle, more than three times his height, and even then, the maiden's height doesn't reach his chin, but the king of Ajjol-Neburu is obediently crooked Forelegs, bend down.

He could feel the great power contained in her petite body. The tumor monster that had been torn apart was the best proof. The pressure she put on Anub'arak was far greater than that of the previous Lich King. After all, Ner'zhul was just a A lone soul on the Frozen Throne, and she actually stood in front of Anub'arak.

The girl glanced at him, "Is this the source of pollution in your kingdom?" Her voice was cold and emotionless.

Anub'arak nodded cautiously, "The ancient evil god has started to make trouble again, and some of my stupid subjects tried to use its power to rebel against us. There is no doubt that this is their own way of death. Ajjol Nebrulu belongs to the Scourge. "

Jaina, the Lich Queen, nodded reservedly, as if in affirmation of Anub'arak's loyalty.

"This is probably just the beginning." The King of Nebulu still maintained a cautious attitude, and put forward his own conjecture, "According to the records of my ancestors, the evil god was sealed in the northern mountains by some extremely powerful existence. Among them, the monster that suddenly appeared this time may not be the only one, the seal of the evil god may have been loosened, and he will probably take more measures to try to bring Nibru back under his control."

"Then take precautions, you stay in your kingdom, and I allow you to keep a part of the army to guard here."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Anub'arak buried his huge spiked head again.

Jaina's feet began to light up with a blue light representing teleportation. Becoming the Lich Queen does not mean that she has forgotten the magic she learned before, although there are not many mage skills that are still valuable to her. .

Just as the newly enthroned new king needs to establish his prestige immediately, after waking up, Lich Queen Jaina began to patrol her "territory", eliminating threats, clearing traitors, deterring swayers, and turning the Scourge completely into Her Scourge.

And now that work is largely complete, all self-aware undead in Northrend know that the current Lich King is more ruthless than the last.

A few seconds later, Jaina saw a vast ocean.

This is the coastline of Dragonbone Wilderness, not far away there is a towering dark golden building, that is Wyrmrest Temple, but there are not many dragons now, even if there are them, they have no intention of appearing in front of the undead.

Jaina just glanced over there and looked away.

There are dozens of black and white warships on the ice ocean, as if spliced ​​out of bones and metal. They are the ships of the Scourge. Among the undead, there are still architects and shipbuilders who retain the memories of their lives, not to mention Ner'zhul With the technology obtained from the Legion combined with the research results of the Niburu people, even Naxxramas can be transformed into a floating fortress, and it is natural to create a fleet.

Every Scourge warship is filled with undead. Undead creatures don't need to eat or drink, they won't get seasick, they won't get sick, and they won't feel lonely. They are simply the most suitable species for sailing.

Obviously, this is an expedition.

Kel'Thuzad is not here, the Lich is in charge of the two floating fortresses, and it seems that because of the reason to forget the past, Violet Castle has been renamed Blackthorn by Jaina. Both it and Naxxramas have the function of teleportation, as long as Provide valid coordinates, they can appear anywhere in Azeroth in a short time.

The largest ship was still docked on the shore, and the sails made of unknown giant animal leather were agitating. Jaina boarded a ship and saw two "angels" very similar to the legendary "angels" of mortals on the deck. Their bodies are in the state of spirit bodies, half floating in the air, and the wings behind them are black and white.

Val'kyr, a special existence in the Scourge. Their ability to attract souls greatly reduces the difficulty of resurrecting the dead. During the Northern Expedition of the Alliance, these Val'kyr also suffered certain losses, but most of them survived under someone's deliberate effort. down.

In front of Jaina are the two of the few high-ranking Val'kyr, Fiora and Edith, who have been wandering between the world of the living and the dead before, and have recently become loyal to Jaina. Edith is proficient in the dark Spells, while Fiora can use the power of light-from this point, people can't help but wonder about the birth of Val'kyr.

If the size is not considered, Val'kyr can be regarded as beautiful and noble from the human aesthetic point of view, but there is a very ugly creature between the two Val'kyr, and they are obviously guarding him.

This seems to be a Vrykul, at least you can barely see the tall outline, but the whole body is festered, and the damaged body is filled with a semi-energy substance similar to seaweed, and Jaina asked a smell from a long distance away The stench of sea silt that came.

She frowned slightly.

This is an undead, which is very different from the undead of the Scourge. He and his fellows who are like deep sea ghosts are collectively called Kvaldir. They came from somewhere in the endless sea, invaded and settled on the coast of Northrend tusrus man.

His limbs were covered with Saronite chains, roaring and struggling like a trapped animal.

"This is the highest-level Kvaldir we can find in the Borean Tundra, Master." One of the Val'kyr twins said, "He is a spellcaster and a priest."

"Good job." Jaina gave a faint compliment, and then fully focused on the monster. After seeing Jaina, the Kvaldir priest suddenly gave up struggling and looked straight at the monster. she.

"Inferior... bastard." He said intermittently, as if his language skills had largely degraded.

However, Jaina does not intend to talk nonsense. Torture and torture can indeed make people talk, but as the Lich Queen, she has a more direct method.

She stretched out her hand and made a virtual grip on Kvaldir's head, a translucent substance appeared in her palm, and Kvaldir's body was stiff, and his eyes froze.

That is his soul.

As if simply turning the pages of a book, Jaina looked at his memory with a ruthless directness that would surely destroy a fragile soul, but that was all she needed from him.

Soon she found the picture she wanted. Countless half-rotten Kvaldir spread from the fjord to the vast endless sea, and the fjord is not far from Northrend in a straight line. She clearly know its exact location.

The souls of the rotting vrykul were wailing, but this was not the end. Jaina found another channel, a spiritual connection, a "wire".

A "thread" related to faith, after all, this Kvaldir is a priest.

Jaina pulled the "thread" unceremoniously and without scruples, and almost instantly, she angered the other end of the "thread", a spiritual will surged like a black wave, and Northrend's The sky even changes color!

"Who dares to offend me?"

The Val'kyr twins flew away immediately, they seemed to be afraid, but Jaina's face was normal.

"You, are Hela?" She asked slowly.

"Bold mortal! How dare you call me by my name! Make up for it with your death..."

"I don't have time to talk nonsense to you." Jaina interrupted her unceremoniously, and at the same time a ray of light appeared from the pendant on her neck, offsetting Hela's mental shock and making it invisible, "And I am not a mortal, if Be patient and you will understand that you will treat me as an equal in the end."

The other side fell into silence for a moment, and after a while, an angry voice came, "What is your purpose?"

"I have a proposal, and I plan to talk to you face to face, I don't think you will refuse." Said this very meaningful sentence in a very flat tone, Jaina cut off the contact directly, without giving Hela any face.

The Val'kyr twins flew over slowly, looking at Jaina with awe. One of the main reasons for their surrender was the unrivaled power of the Lich Queen.

Kvaldir, who had lost his soul, collapsed to the ground, and his body turned into a pool of foul-smelling ooze. Jaina didn't look at him again, "Let's go!" she ordered.

The howling wind of death in Northrend began to move south.

(End of this chapter)