Dragonblight is a desolate snowfield. Everyone knows this place because Dragons have a Wyrmrest Temple here, and even more because Arthas found Corruption's Runeblade Frostmourne in this wilderness.
But there are other secrets buried in this eternal snowfield, waiting for those who are destined to discover them.
But in this wilderness, which is as big as the human kingdom Province, finding a specific thing depends not only on luck, but also on sufficient and absolutely profound experience in finding treasures.
So if you need to find something specific here, finding a formal or irregular expedition team is definitely the most suitable choice.
And Bard·Nedrek and his "Treasure Hunters" team are definitely the best at this aspect among Dark World. Although brother Bard has grabbed Prince Anduin's thigh and successfully whitewashed himself, there are some things that he can never get rid of.
Amidst the roaring and heavy Blizzard, Bard and his "Treasure Hunters" team were wrapped in black Bearhide cloaks and marching hard in the wind and snow. This is the most common weather in this snowfield, and it is also the most annoying weather for any Treasure Hunters. Blizzard will not only block the line of sight, but most importantly, may cover up many iconic reference objects, making people disoriented.
If possible, no experienced guy would choose to travel in this kind of weather, and neither would Bard, but he had to do it.
As we marched hard, the silver crown on Brother Bard's military uniform under his black cloak was particularly conspicuous. It was Major's military rank symbol, and besides the crown, there was a black Dagger, which represents the special Operation unit. Obviously, after participating in the delivery of secret supplies last time, Bard brother was promoted again at the speed of a rocket.
Now he is a glorious Army Major.
But he would rather not have this position. Next to him is a black-haired woman who is struggling to follow Bard. She is Captain Eldara, Bard Major's orderly, and a row of lieutenants behind him, who are old members of Bard's "Treasure Hunters" gang. They have all been recruited.
And in this team that braved the wind and snow, there were two special guys. They were dressed the same as everyone else, but facing the heavy snow and wind that made people unable to open their eyes, their bodies were not as low-spirited as Bard. On the contrary, their bodies were very straight.
Senxia turned around and glanced at the soldiers behind him, and saw the guy lying quietly in the snow, trying to take the opportunity to escape. He snorted coldly, stretched out his left hand with Black Gloves, and a black vine emerged from The fingertips shot out, like Viper, jumping quickly in the air. Before the escaping guy could react, he wrapped his neck around his neck and dragged him to Captain's feet like a dead dog.
The vines shrank, lifting the struggling guy into the air. The thick hood was lifted during the struggle, revealing the blue face, the broken fangs, and the eyes full of cunning and fear. The guy who was running away was a Troll!
"Bass"
The next moment, the gorgeous Rapier was unsheathed, and the sharp sword tip touched the guy's neck. On the Ashen-colored sword tip, a flash of green light flashed from time to time, which represented the sword's poisonous nature. Troll immediately did not dare to struggle anymore. He even raised his hands in embarrassment to signal that he had surrendered.
"There was a mouse who wanted to escape. He thought he could escape...Bard Major, you are the ones who found these people. I think you should give me an explanation!"
Bard ignored the cold tone of Senxia, but Rage looked at that Troll irritably,
"Damn it, old Griftah, what are you thinking in your head filled with bad rum? In this weather, in this damn place, you will freeze to death even if you run out! Didn't you agree to join the gang?"
The embarrassed Troll was thrown to the ground by Senxia. He wanted to get up, but First Mate Gibbs's waist knife was put on his neck, and he followed Senxia Captain is not without its benefits. Although he is stingy, vicious, vindictive and careless, at least he is generous to those close to him. A little good thing left in the hands of Mr. Dick is enough for this vulgar Pirate to enjoy his life.
At least for now, the old Gibbs's waist knife is still a strong threat to this group of Black Market scum who have committed crimes.
"Son of a bitch Bard, what you said before was a big deal!"
The old Troll named Griftah lay on the ground and cursed at Bard, "It's big business! You said it, and now I'm walking in this ghost place with nothing but fucking snow and corpses! Are you out of your mind! What kind of treasure is there in this place? You and your employer are a bunch of bastards! I'm quitting!"
Griftah's words made Bard and the guys behind him change their expressions. Senxia's eyes also narrowed. This was a very dangerous signal. Anyone familiar with Black Demon King knew that it meant he was angry.
"Okay! Stop talking!"
Bard glanced at him, and a Dwarves rushed out from behind him. He used a bottle of Ale to silence old Troll's chattering mouth. Major looked at Senxia and whispered,
"Senxia Captain, let me talk to this idiot. His help is indispensable for this goal."
"So, he is valuable?"
Senxia removed his hand from the hilt of the sword and glanced at him again. Just one movement left cold sweat on Bard's forehead. Dealing with Black Demon King was life-threatening. He wiped the sweat and nodded.
"Besides that mouth, it's valuable!"
"Give you 5 minutes!"
Senxia shook his plush cloak, turned around and put his Captain hat on his head, and walked to the other side of the wind and snow with Gibbs, Bard then breathed a sigh of relief. He squatted on the ground and signaled Dwarves to take the bottle away. Then he slapped Griftah on the face, grabbed his collar and said fiercely,
"Old bastard, remember this clearly! If you want to die, die alone, don't bother us! Do you know who that guy was? That was Senxia! South Seas's Black Demon King! You bastard! Sooner or later, you will be killed by your mouth!"
Before Griftah could react, Bard's orderly knelt down beside him and thrust a shiny, barbed Dagger into his hand. The method was fast and accurate. He had obviously played this game countless times before, Old Troll started wailing immediately, but Eldara was not moved at all. This girl has been following Bard and hanging out with Dark World since she was a child. In terms of heart, she is much tougher than Bard.
"Listen to me, you profiteer, Bard didn't lie to you. This time is indeed a big business, but it is a fatal big business. That Bigwigs's Envoy Just asking if we need help, I casually reported your name, and that afternoon, you were sent directly from Uldum to Northrend, do you know what this means?"
Eldara's beautiful eyes showed a chilling light, and Griftah's wailing voice also weakened. Obviously, everything before was just a disguise. This treacherous guy just wanted to use this method to figure out what he was going to do this time.
But he kicked the iron plate and was almost stabbed through the heart by Senxia.
"Then what happened to your military ranks?"
Old Troll sat cross-legged on the ground. He didn't mind the cold weather, and he didn't care about the injury on his palm. He tore off a piece of cloth from the inner lining of his clothes and began to bandage the wound. While wrapping it, he asked,
"When those two Mage appeared in front of me, I knew that things were not simple this time, but I still want to ask, who are you working for? As far as I know, brother Bard, you were still Captain a month ago, right?"
Hearing this question, Bard breathed a sigh of relief and pointed to the sky,
"The real Bigwigs... I said that my brothers and I needed a suitable identity Operation, and then someone sent this set of clothes to our tent the next day... The whole "Treasure Hunters" was cleared! Griftah, old friend, because we have cooperated well in the past, do this well, and you will have everything you want!"
"Also, watch your bad mouth!"
Five minutes later, the whole team set off again, and the weather seemed to be very favorable to these guys. Two hours later, Blizzard stopped. Not far away, the outline of the mountains covered with falling snow appeared in the eyes of these guys.
Bard put down the telescope in his hand, and took out a broken and unsightly copy of Map from his arms. He looked at it himself, then frowned and handed it to Griftah. Old Troll didn't As he spoke, he was still a very good guide and treasure hunter. He squatted on the ground, wrote and drew with the mysterious Symbols, and took out a pair of Ashen-colored bone dice from his arms, which looked like a treasure, and shook it four times before making a judgment.
"Go to Northeast! Loa tell me that what we are looking for should be there!"
Senxia looked at old Troll's movements as if he were doing magic tricks with suspicion. He looked at Bard, who showed him a relieved expression.
"Although old Griftah seems unreliable, in the past 30 years, all the expeditions he led have successfully reached their destinations. This is a secret that only people in our circle know."
"Hmm."
Senxia nodded, stopped talking, and followed the group of people silently, heading towards the mountain range Northeast. The road was not peaceful, but after the third giant ice worm was sucked into dried meat by Senxia's tentacles, and the fourth ice worm was killed by Gibbs's large-caliber modified pistol, the giant ice worms that rushed out from under the broken ice dispersed.
At this moment, a cave that was hidden under the broken ice and Permafrost, exuding coldness and darkness, appeared in front of the group of people.
Old Griftah couldn't help but take a step back. His face no longer had that unique cunning look. On the contrary, it was full of panic.
"No... can't go in! There's the Cursed in this cave! And... and death! Unspeakable death! We're going to die!"
"Bass"
Senxia's Rapier once again pressed against Griftah's neck. The black holes of the two pistols in Gibbs's hands also pressed against the forehead of old Troll. The muzzle of the other gun was shaking vaguely at the feet of Bard's group.
"Get in! Or die now!"
Senxia's expression is already a little impatient. In fact, if he didn't need these guys to crack the trap that may appear below, with his current personality, how could he have been struggling with these cowards for so long.
"Calm down! Calm down!"
Bard waved his hands and rushed into Griftah, sweating profusely and shouted to Senxia,
"Calm down, Senxia Captain, I'm going in! I'm going in and put down your dangerous sword!"
Then he said to Griftah, "I'll go with you! Damn it, think of what you can get! Damn it! How dare you sneak into Zul'Aman to steal the sacrifice?"
Old Troll shouted unmoved, "You idiot, this place and Zul'Aman are two completely different concepts. Zul'jin only provokes animal spirits, but here... here is real death... but it's not impossible to go in!"
Griftah's eyes stayed on Senxia, and there was a ruthless look in his eyes, "You! Senxia, you have to go in with us. The Evil Being that will breed in this environment is not something that Bard and I can handle! If you don't go in, we will definitely die there!"
Senxia glanced at Griftah, then at Bard, finally took a deep breath, returned the sword to its sheath, and a smile appeared on his indifferent face.
"Okay! I'll go in with you, but if I delay the master's affairs... you will understand that even death is far from the end!"
Bard and Griftah immediately had a cold war... They suddenly realized that the background behind this big business seemed to be a bit bigger than they expected.