Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 293 Unfamiliar Environment

Dasa wandered through this plain of wasteland as far as the eye could see. He didn't know where this place was, and he couldn't find where he was going next.

After he drove the Khazgrey Warhammer into Sargeras, detonating the energy poured into it by a group of Titan Guardians, he remembered that although the Fel Titan was slightly injured, he was far from dead. To the point where he was still struggling to rush through the portal and enter Azeroth.

At that time, he grabbed the Tears of Elune and the Shield of Aggramar in the battleship, and struck him with the Ax of Imperial Power in his hand. In addition to the blessings of the Loa, this ax contained There is also the energy infusion from successive emperors and the nourishment of the energy of the Well of Eternity that it has received over the years.

With these, he left an inconspicuous wound on Sargeras' chest.

The price was that he was slapped away by Sargeras. If the Shield of Aggramar hadn't saved his life, he would have been slapped to death on the spot.

Although Dasa himself was already prepared to die.

When he fell into this unfamiliar land, he suddenly discovered that he was still alive. The reason why he was so sure was simple, his whole body ached.

Pain is a good thing, at least it proves that he is still alive. As long as it is not a fatal injury, his current physical condition will be back to normal in a few days.

Climbing up from the ground covered with gray-black hard rocks below him, struggling to put away the Tears of Elune, and carrying the Shield of Aggramar on his back, Daza set out on his journey again.

The reason why this place is said to be a wasteland is because there is no living thing here. Dasa wandered around like this for a long time, but there was nothing except stones and sand.

This discovery made him very unhappy. You must know that even in the great desert of Silithus, he could find some sandworms and scorpions.

As for the rabbits living in that desert, they taste even more delicious. They were slaughtered, wrapped, and buried in the sand pit under the scorching sun. It wouldn't take long for him to eat the rabbit meat braised in sand.

"Where the hell is this?!"

Dasa looked around again, but still couldn't see a living creature, so he roared vently, expressing his dissatisfaction.

The water source he carried with him was almost exhausted, and the food he carried from Azeroth before setting off had been eaten four days ago.That is to say, he has not eaten for four whole days. The good news is that the air composition here is similar to that of Azeroth. At least he has not been suffocated to death here.

After shouting, he still had to collect himself and continue heading towards the unknown front.

Today, Dasa's shout seemed to have shouted out all the bad luck accumulated over the past few days. Not long after he continued to walk forward, he noticed a protrusion in the distance that was obviously different from the ground. Seeing the strange object on the rock surface, no matter what it was, Dasa, who was tired of looking at the surrounding environment, opened his legs and rushed towards it.

Taking a closer look, it seemed to be the remains of a large piece of machinery. Some of the decorative lines on it had been ablated due to the high temperature, but there were still some vague traces left on it. Some of the lines were carefully examined by Dasa. After observing and recalling it, I finally figured out where this fragment came from.

This is a piece of debris that fell off the Warhammer of Khaz'goroth. Think about it, it was here that I fought with Sargeras before, and was finally destroyed by him. The wreckage of the Warhammer of Khaz'goroth exists here too. Very reasonable.

With this discovery, Daza is ready to continue searching. Maybe he can find the wreckage of the Khazgoroth Warhammer containing various supplies.

Continuing to follow the direction where the wreckage was found, Dasa began to search carefully.

With the targeted search, Daza soon discovered more new wreckage related to the Khazgre Warhammer, among which he discovered a large box wreckage.

After forcefully opening the closed door, Dasa finally found the supplies he desperately needed.

Medicines, clean water and food.

There was no firewood nearby to light a fire for him to reheat the food, so he could only eat cold food. After a long meal, Dasa picked up the Shield of Aggramar beside him and continued on his journey. journey.

There is no sun or moon in this world, and the sky above his head is always in a state of half-light and half-darkness. After arriving here for a while, Dasa felt that his perception of time was starting to become dull and blurry.

This is not a good sign.

Continuing to walk on the wasteland, Daza looked at the outline of the mountains gradually appearing in the distance. He could finally move to the next different area.

Life in this plain wasteland is really too difficult.

Dasa quickened his pace when he thought of this. He was eager to find out where he was now. Where was he?
And most importantly, find a way to return to the world of Azeroth.

When Dasa was about to arrive at the mountain range with great hope, he discovered several village ruins before entering the mountain. He also carefully inspected these suspicious village ruins, and he did find some useful information from them. Information, he found some fragments written and recorded in ancient Eredar script in these village ruins.

Because it has been so long since the ruins here were formed, except for the imprints carved on some stones and bricks, everything else that may have remained has decayed.

"Could it be that this is an outpost of the legion? Haha, this is going to be interesting."

After Dasa made this discovery, his initially relaxed heart suddenly became tense. There was nothing here that he lacked reliable weapons for.

Although he holds the two Pillars of Creation, the Tears of Elune and the Shield of Aggramar, he is not a spellcaster. The role of the Tears of Elune is very limited for him, and only the Shield of Aggramar is available to him. The shield can now be used as a piece of armor for warriors.

Tightening the leather belt holding the shield in his hand, Daza walked out of a ruins hut with only four walls left. He looked up again at the unclear sky above his head, and all his emotions turned into a sigh. left here.

It's time to go into the mountains. Maybe there are some special clues in the mountains that can help him figure out where this place is.

The mountains here are also far more complex than any in Azeroth.

"This is really a dead world. Even the Maw in the Shadow Realm is more lively than here! At least there are evil spirits there! There is nothing fucking here! If this is really the outpost of the Burning Legion, then come A few demons would be good too!”

Dasa scolded as he climbed up a mountain peak. The rocks here were like crystals. The light from the sky lit up the mountain range through the refraction inside these crystals.

Standing on this very steep mountain peak, Dasa was finally able to overlook the surrounding situation.

But when I look around, I see only despair. This is really an extremely silent world. It may have been full of life here, but now there is only dead silence.

As the exploration in the mountains deepened, Dasa successively discovered ancient rivers, several ruins of ancient towns, and even almost tripped over an ancient tree root that had been dry for who knows how many years.

The more he explored this place, the stronger the feeling of emptiness and despair in Dasa's heart became. What the hell is this place!

Dasa, who was tired from walking, sat in a cave, listening to the howling wind outside the cave, chewing a piece of dry and hard bread in his mouth. He was now very content to have such a piece of bread. "But hurry up and get someone who can move. No matter where this is, there will be someone who can move. If this continues, I will really go crazy. If this is really the base camp of the Burning Legion, then it will be hell. Dogs are good too.”

Dasa muttered, drank a sip of water for himself, softened the dry and hard bread in his mouth, and then swallowed it with difficulty.After wrapping himself tightly in a cloak that he dug out of the supply box, he leaned against the rock wall of the cave and closed his eyes.

When Dasa opened his eyes, he still saw the dark rock wall that he could see with his eyes closed. However, the strong wind outside the cave seemed to be much lighter. He was not sure how long he had been resting. After all, there was no sun or moon here, and he How can we time it?
After laughing at himself a few times, Daza patted his cheeks with both hands and embarked on the journey again. No matter what, he needed to find the direction for the future. Death in battle was better than a boring death.

After crossing another mountain range, Dasa saw a wide canyon. At the bottom of the canyon was a vaguely visible ancient river. As the wind blew, the sand and dust at the bottom of the ancient river were sealed and rolled up. fluttering.

"Heh, it's a good ancient river. I guess many ruins can be found here. Ah, I hope water sources can be found in the lower part of this ancient river."

Dasa said to himself that he was moving vigorously along the bulges on the mountain towards the ancient river. The last water in his body was about to be exhausted. He had to find supplies as soon as possible. If there was no water source, Supplement, his future will most likely be death from thirst.

This way of death is not honorable at all.

After arriving at the bottom of the canyon, Dasa headed towards the ancient river. Unsurprisingly, he had to pass through the ruins of a fairly large city on the way. Judging from these remaining ruins, this city once was incomparable. Bustling and beautiful.

But this is all in the past, there are no resources here to supply him.

Just as he passed a ruined corner, Dasa's long ears suddenly twitched, and he was sure that he had just heard some different sounds.

The originally relaxed spirit became tense.

"Oh, finally, it seems that there are still some living things in this dead world. I don't care if you are a demon or a local native. I hope you are an intelligent creature. At least you can tell me what kind of place this is."

Dasa continued to remain vigilant and moved quickly in the direction of the ancient river. Behind him there was nothing but the sound of wind, as if everything just now was due to his carelessness.

Passing through the ruins of the square in the center of the city, Daza also saw some eredar demon shapes from the destroyed statues in the square.

He continued to move forward until he was almost close to the edge of the city's ruins. The sudden sound of breaking through the air behind him made Dasa smile.

It's finally here!
Ding!
Daza raised the Shield of Aggramar in his hand and turned around to block the blow. Through the edge of the shield, he could see clearly who the attackers were. They were a group of invisible humanoids hidden under shabby robes. type creature.

"interesting!"

The attackers seemed shocked by the failure of their sneak attack. Their next round of attacks began quickly. Several more spears came, but they were blocked by the shield in Dasa's hand.

"It's my turn."

Dasa was not one to take a beating without fighting back, so he rushed forward with his shield and pushed out the robed man in front of him like a cannonball.

Then he waved the edge of the shield and knocked the attackers to the ground in two or three strokes. In other words, the weapon in his hand was a shield, otherwise the place would have been filled with blood.

"Okay, let me see next, what kind of demons are you, nest grass?!"

After Daza knocked down these guys, he came to the first enemy who was knocked away and stuck on a ruined wall. He pulled off his hood and saw an extremely ugly face with gray-black skin. His face was extremely slack, numb and slightly sluggish. Judging from the small whiskers on his chin, he was undoubtedly a broken person.

"Devil! If you want to do it, hurry up! Give me a good time!"

The Broken One gasped and looked at Dasa in fear and anger. His words that were obviously unclear due to the mutation were clearly understood by Dasa after he listened carefully and finally understood what language he was speaking. .

Eredar!

"Devil? Me? Hahaha! This is the first time I've been called a demon by a demon. It's easy to kill you. Tell me first, where is this place?!"

Daza laughed after understanding what the other party said. This feeling of being turned into a demon by the demon of the Burning Legion was really unique.

"We are different from those Man'ari cowards! Demons of the Burning Legion, come on! Take action!"

The Broken One's voice was trembling. It was obvious that he was truly afraid, but he also did not surrender to Dasa.

"Man'ari? What, you are not a member of the Burning Legion?"

Daza understood as soon as he heard the word Man'ari that the other party was probably not a member of the Burning Legion.

"Humph!"

The Broken One in front of him didn't want to answer such a weak question as Dasa.

"Well, since you are not a member of the Burning Legion, can you tell me why you attacked me?!"

Daza said, grabbing the Broken One by the neck and pulling him up from the wall.

"Ahem! Because you are the demon of the Burning Legion!"

The Broken One said ferociously.

"Idiot, I am not a devil. The last question is, where is this place? If you answer it, I will let you go."

Dasa was amused by the guy's answer.

"Ahem! This is our home, and we call this world - Argus."

"what?!"

Dasa was stunned by this answer.

(End of this chapter)