Driving into a sea covered by Mists requires Courage.
I didn't think anything of it before riding on Flying Horse, but after I actually got into it on a relatively slow boat, everyone on the ship, except Vrykul who was dozing carelessly, couldn't help but feel excited.
Imagine that the surrounding area with visibility less than 2 meters is covered with thick white and cyan Mists. The thick fog hangs from the sky like a curtain. It is so thick that it almost presses on everyone's heart. The boat seems to have sailed into a place where time has been frozen. Except for the sound of the oars sliding, there is no sound.
This is just a superficial scene.
Three hours later, everyone had entered the true core of Mists. During this period of time, Mists and the surrounding sea seemed to have shed their gentle veils, revealing their dangerous naked side in front of everyone.
The sailboat that sank at an unknown time is lying quietly on the bottom of the water. The sea here is surprisingly clear, and you can see the bottom of the sea at a glance, but it is precisely because of this that it makes everyone's hair stand on end.
Paladin looked down and saw a Bones in military uniform connected to Chains, bound in the sunken ship Ship's Hold below, floating in the waves of the sea. During the movement, the washed white bones were floating strangely in the water. Chen Stormstout just glanced at it and held Ship's Side tightly with his claws. The hard wood made a squeaking sound when he squeezed it.
Dick turned around and saw that Chen Stormstout's eyes were closed tightly, as if he did not dare to take a closer look at the Bones decoration. Moreover, as the ship rocked, Pandaren Monk's body also began to shake strangely, as if he could fall into the sea at any time.
"Chen Stormstout!"
Dick shouted, and at the same time put his left hand on Chen Stormstout's shoulder, Order Power gave it a slight squeeze, Pandaren Monk's eyes immediately opened, and he was panting heavily, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare. He took a step back and sat down in the middle of the ship. His hurried body did not look like an epic Monk at all.
Dick ignored the surprise of others, half-knelt in front of the lost Pandaren, and slapped Pandaren on the face. The blow immediately made Chen Stormstout's cheeks swell, but he also regained his consciousness slightly. He looked at Dick with dull eyes, and the latter grabbed his shoulders and said loudly,
"Chen Stormstout, tell me, what did you see?"
"I... I, I saw Li Li, she was in the sea... she..."
Chen Stormstout A flash of clarity flashed in his eyes, he shook his head vigorously, then rubbed his forehead,
"Uh... it was some kind of force that affected me, I'm sorry."
Dick patted Chen Stormstout on the shoulder, then looked at the others,
"See? This is our first hurdle!"
Others sitting on the boat felt that the surrounding air was a little chilly. There seemed to be something weird peering at them in the quiet Mists.
"What is that?"
Valeera seemed to be playing with Dagger in her hand nonchalantly, but from the way she was slightly closer to Bearhide's body, it could be seen that this Rogue was also scared.
Dick glanced at her,
"Use emotions to influence your opponents. The mysterious Sha and Old Gods are the filth left on this land. Cheer up, brothers."
As soon as Dick finished speaking, Vrykul Gavincente's eyes opened. The beast that had been napping raised his head and made a silent gesture towards the others. He listened for a few seconds and pointed in the east direction.
"There! There are people fighting there! Lots of them!"
Dick's eyes lit up, and without him having to say anything, Drakonid Das grabbed the oar, changed the direction, and drove in the direction indicated by Gavincente.
At this time, in Mists, there was indeed a crazy fighting going on.
Facing both sides, there is a human navy whose organization has been completely chaotic, as well as some...Troll.
On this small island, Mists rarely dispersed, and the beach was soaked with blood. It seemed that this fight had been going on for a long time, but what was surprising was that Troll, who was supposed to be brutal, was in a defensive form under the current situation, and the supposedly weak humans actually had the upper hand.
But it seemed that the behavior of those humans was not so normal. A dozen people were kneeling on the beach and crying heartbrokenly, while about twenty other guys rushed towards Troll with red eyes and weapons raised. Behind them, there was blood and mutilated limbs, and the smell of blood was nauseating.
And this whole scene makes people feel inexplicably numb.
"Master Priests, those humans are coming! Do we want to kill them?"
The strong Troll Warrior twitched the Spear in his hand, as if he was suppressing his Bloodlust desire. Facing the old Troll who was sitting steadily on the stone and wearing a weird and complicated priest's robe, the Warrior, who was covered in oil paint, looked very respectful.
Old Troll is already very old. From time to time, his skinny arms are exposed outside his robes, which are engraved with complex and mysterious Fel Runes. It looks mysterious and unusual. He raised his head slightly, glanced at the human soldiers who looked like evil ghosts, and sighed softly,
"Don't get entangled with them. Rendezvous with God of War Jalak as soon as possible. We have more important things to do. These soldiers once fought with me at Silithus against Qiraji. They should not die here, let alone in our hands. Just wait."
"But Lord Priest, if they attack like this, we will suffer losses!"
Troll Warrior was a little dazed. He didn't understand what Priests meant. It wasn't until a few seconds later that the human Sailors who were more than ten meters away from Troll's position actually let out strange screams and started killing each other. This scene made Troll Warrior was horrified. This was not to lure the enemy. He saw with his own eyes that one Sailors stabbed another guy's abdomen with his waist knife. The guy who was stabbed seemed to feel no pain and still waved the halberd in his hand to kill him.
It's like a group of guys whose minds are controlled!
"Bass"
A flash of knife light pierced Mists, and appeared next to Troll Priests. Valeera was almost clinging to Troll Warrior's shadow, and knocked him unconscious with the handle of the knife. Her sinister voice sounded behind old Troll,
"What did you do to them? Troll, unlock your Evil spell!"
This sudden noise made Troll, who was defending in front, Warrior realized something was wrong, and they immediately rushed towards Valeera. These Troll were taller and stronger than the Troll in other places on Azeroth. Moreover, they wore wooden armor and were not as poorly equipped as other Troll.
"Back off!"
"Come back, Valeera!"
An old scolding and a low command sounded almost at the same time. Dick led the others out of Mists. High Elf Rogue reluctantly let go of old Troll. In just these few seconds, she had already discovered the weirdness of those human Sailors.
It doesn't look like Troll's spell.
However, High Elf's disgust for Troll made Valeera not intend to apologize. In fact, under the current situation, there is no need to apologize.
Old Troll stood up tremblingly. His bright eyes looked at Dick, and Dick also looked at him. There was a strange expression on the latter's face. He waved his hand, and other people behind him walked around. After passing Troll, he rushed towards the human beings Sailors who were killing each other. Troll could not care about the life or death of these human beings, but Dick and others could not.
Paladin himself walked towards old Troll, hesitated for a moment, and gently hugged old Troll.
Golaya rolled his eyes and glanced at Dick, then said with a smile,
"Your companion looks very irritable. In this place, irritability can kill her. You must keep an eye on her."
Dick had no expression, but whispered,
"I know that to deal with Elder Golaya, relying on Valeera's Dagger is not possible. To be honest, Zandalar elders, I am very curious, why do you Why will it appear here? Troll Council, which is held once every six years, seems to be held soon. People like you should not appear here. Who do you represent? King Rastakhan? Or Dark Prophet Zul?"
Golaya didn't even raise his eyelids. It seemed that nothing could wake him up from this drowsy state.
"Is it appropriate to say this in this place?"
Dick took a step back. He glanced at the human Sailors who had been forcibly separated from Das and Gavincente, or knocked down directly, and nodded.
"Then, Elder Golaya, you owe me an answer."
After saying that, Dick quickly walked towards the absolutely abnormal Sailors. Anveena sat on his shoulders and made faces at Golaya. Although she was Elements Creature, she had lived in Quel'Thalas for thousands of years and inherited some habits of High Elf.
For example, I hate Troll.
Old Troll didn't care at all. He sat on the stone again and entered that special state of meditation. Troll Warrior was closely guarding him. Where Dick didn't notice, Golaya looked at Gavincente with alert eyes.
Loa's will told him that that human being... no, that was not a human being. That creature could definitely kill him before his soul left the body. In the absence of Jalak, who was better at physical combat, Golaya knew that it was not suitable to face Conflict with Dick now.
And... maybe Conflict is not needed either.
A smile appeared on the corner of old Troll's mouth, he closed his eyes and continued to communicate with Loa.
"What's wrong with them? It's like their souls are controlled by some evil spirit!"
Dick walked into the battlefield, and the strong smell of blood made him frown. Chen Stormstout used the bamboo pole in his hand to suppress the crazy General Taylor on the ground, and turned his head Looking at Dick, everyone's eyes were on Paladin. The latter took off the leather glove on his left hand and rolled up the sleeve, revealing the white and silver Fist of Tyr.
"They are just like you, but you are much luckier than them."
Dick glanced at Chen Stormstout, and then at the surrounding beach that had been occupied by the laughing death. A trace of regret flashed in his eyes, but fortunately, there was no sign of Anduin or Li Li. It seemed that they had left before the disaster struck.
"Back off!"
Paladin said something, and everyone except Chen Stormstout took a step back silently. Although they don't know what is going on with this weird and numb situation, listening to Dick now is definitely the best way.
When Dick's left hand, filled with silver shimmer, is pressed against the beast-like Taylor When Brigadier General was on his forehead, the resolute soldier let out a miserable wail. Silver Light seemed to have a will of its own. After a slight vibration, the black smoke The air spurted out from Taylor's ears, nostrils, and mouth. Amidst the screams, it gathered in the air above Taylor's head and formed the appearance of an indescribable monster.
The black smoke didn't stop rolling, but it gathered into an entity. It was a Chaos monster covered with disgusting black and white bone spurs, with tentacles of the same color floating on its head. It had 7 eyes full of Anger on its face, and a big mouth full of sharp teeth.
Under the head, there were two large Clawss, also made of black smoke, shaking, but at the moment it took shape, a silver Lightsaber struck down on its head. Before the black smoke creature could roar, under the light of the Silver Lights, it quickly melted into the sky like snowflakes in summer.
Dick looked at Dick who had fallen into a coma, with a peaceful face and happiness as if General Taylor had just crawled out of Hell. Under his eyelids, there was an extremely complicated look.
"Sha of Anger..."
And not far away from him, the scene that just happened completely fell into Golaya's eyes. Although old Troll's face was still calm, deep in his eyes, a touch of horror had exposed his thoughts.
Dick... This mysterious guy can actually dissolve Sha so easily!