Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 417: Clear path

That year in ancient times.

Neltharion was still a good young man, he diligently followed the orders of the Titan of Creation, guarding the land of Azeroth day after day. Until it found some prisons holding the Old Gods deep in the earth, and then it was shot.

The Old Gods began to whisper to him, even across the prison cage, even when he left the prison area, they still whispered.

He whispered to Nefarian with an uninterrupted chain of spells even more terrifying than that of Tang Monk in Journey to the West.

Just imagine that anyone would become dazed if someone kept repeating "You are a loli" in their ear for twenty minutes, not to mention the high-frequency calls that continued for who knows how many years.

The Old Gods gradually eroded Neltharion's heart, convincing him that as long as he destroyed all other races on Azeroth, he could allow his black dragonflight to rule the world and enslave the green dragon queen Ysera and the red dragon queen Alexstrasza.

Now the amulet of Deathwing has a similar ability to brainwash Duke.

It is a low-frequency speech that cannot be perceived by the human auditory system. People seem to be unable to hear it, but in fact the brain still senses this sound.

Duke laughed when he saw the common language translated from the system prompt.

"You, Edmund Duke, are the most loyal servant of me, the great Deathwing. My orders are the highest meaning of your life. As long as I give an order, even if I ask you to kill your loved ones, you will execute it unconditionally and without hesitation! My will is your will. My enemies are your enemies!"

After reading the words that kept appearing on the system prompt, Duke curled his lips and said, "You should have added 'It's not me who's wrong, it's the world'."

"Host, how to deal with this?"

"Continue to receive them, but in order to avoid being discovered by that stupid dragon, do not block them. Automatically delete them when a thousand identical messages accumulate. When new instructions are found, filter them and notify me."

"Understood, host."

Looking at the darkness all around him, Duke suddenly envied the elves' dark vision ability.

In the pitch-dark primeval forest, if you walk at night, you might either run into a ghost or step on some nasty snakes or insects and get bitten.

Duke shuddered, but gave up the idea of ​​walking at night. He found a small tree hole and used the power of the storm to clean the stains inside. After asking the system AI to help keep watch, he fell asleep.

After a whole night of hard work, Duke was exhausted.

The next morning, Duke woke up, feeling tired as if he had aged another year. This was not an illusion, the curse from the demon king Sargeras was still clearly devouring his vitality.

After a quick calculation, I spent a few days wandering around Lordaeron, two days on the road, four days after entering the wetlands, and three days waiting at Muradin's place. Two weeks had passed in a flash.

In the countdown of life, I only have two weeks left.

"Damn it, let's see if Krasus can help. If he doesn't, I'm really going to turn into a ghoul." In history, even if a perfect person like Queen Sylvia became the Queen of the Forsaken, she didn't dare to see her sister. If she really turned into a ghoul, I'm afraid Alleria wouldn't be able to bear it.

We have to hurry.

Who knows what else might happen.

Tidy myself up.

"Okay, if I don't make the first contact, I guess Deathwing won't trust me. system AI, start the isolation procedure."

"Yes, sir."

After giving the system AI a gentle instruction, a thought came to Duke's mind - how should I get to Grim Batol? fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

This was an experiment, and Duke knew he was playing with fire. If he got caught at this point in time, he would definitely die. But Duke felt a thrilling feeling like he was on a crazy roller coaster.

It's like dancing on the edge of a knife, walking a tightrope without insurance in a sea of ​​fire.

Every cell in my body is leaping with excitement, and every inch of my flesh seems to be burning.

"I bet a dime that with Deathwing's sinister and cunning character, he can't get far even if he leaves. That bastard must be hiding nearby, and if he thinks something is wrong with me, he will come over and kill me immediately." Duke muttered to himself.

While muttering, Duke couldn't wait to see the effect. In his mind, he sent the system prompt "How do I get to Grim Batol?"

Almost as soon as this thought came out of his body, the amulet sent out by Deathwing responded.

An image file was stuffed into the system's isolation area. I don't know if it was the system AI's bad taste, but this guy made the image into a file, and the file name was 'Death Wing 01.mp4'.

After Duke took a glance, he was really drunk: System, you are so awesome, why aren't you the post-processor of the Blu-ray movie of 'm2st'?

Despite his complaints, Duke still clicked on the video.

In the spiritual world, Duke has an extra window.

The woodland that is visible is exactly what is in the image.

However, this image was a completely three-dimensional image. Duke gritted his teeth and let the image enter his brain directly.

After leaving the woods, there is a rocky wasteland. On the wasteland there is a deserted path that should have been trampled out by dwarf hunters. Through this path, you can reach Grim Batol and the mountain where the orcs imprisoned the Red Dragon Queen.

As soon as Duke looked at the position of the sun and the direction of Grim Batol, he immediately understood his approximate location.

Deathwing took him a long way, from the center of the wetlands directly to the mountains in the southeast of the wetlands, roughly between Grim Batol and the Stone Dam.

Not only could this save him several days of walking, but most importantly, walking this way would perfectly avoid the Horde's formation at the foot of Grim Batol Fortress. You know, there are a full 100,000 tribesmen there, and no one knows exactly how many there are, so there's no way to escape.

Although this road is a mountain road, as long as he walks diligently, he can reach Grim Batol in two or three days.

The picture was jumping, and the next moment, the image of the environment around Grim Batol flashed in the image.

Before Duke could react, the picture began to move.

It moves slowly at first, then gets faster and faster.

Obviously, this aerial perspective is not human at all. It must have been recorded by Deathwing using some special aerial photography method.

The picture followed a path, moving rapidly through the woods and into a rocky area. There it turned a corner and continued to accelerate. The cliffs and valleys receded rapidly, and the trees became a blur.