"Why can't my arrow hit that guy, but Vereesa's arrow can? Is it because of that layer of lightning?" On the way back to the raptor enclosure, Halduron was still struggling with this problem, "Speaking of which, why does Vereesa's arrow have that effect? I've never seen it before."
"Because of this bow." Vereesa couldn't bear his annoyance, so he showed Titans' Strike to Halduron for a look, and briefly introduced the process of obtaining this bow.
After Halduron finished listening, he suddenly looked at Aaron with the eyes of a child looking forward to candy. Aaron couldn't bear the weird look. He shook his body with goosebumps and said, "You don't want me to get you a magic weapon like this, do you?"
Halduron nodded sharply.
Aaron showed a smile, "Then let me tell you the locations of a few good bows. The first one, this bow is made of different materials. It is said that the most skilled elf craftsmen made Sunwell from one tree. It was harvested from an ancient tree soaked in magic. The owner of this bow will be blessed by the wind. However, this bow is not in Azeroth now. If you want it, you have to go..."
"Okay, okay, you don't need to say anything." Halduron's face turned green halfway through Aaron's words. He patiently listened to Aaron's words and finally couldn't help but interrupt him, "Do you think I don't know about Thas'dorah?"
Vereesa on the side smiled happily and said to Halduron, "If you can find my eldest sister, I can help persuade her to lend you Thas'dorah for a few days."
"It seems that you are not satisfied with Thas'dorah." Aaron continued seriously, "Then I have another recommendation. It is said that this bow contains the power of the stars. The user does not need to use arrows, this bow will automatically condense the magic power to produce arrows..."
"Stop, do you want me to grab my boss's weapon?" Halduron pointed at Vereesa, "Instead of that, I might as well grab the one in her hand."
"Are you serious?" Aaron glanced at Halduron and slowly took off the Silver Hand from behind. His eyes wandered over Halduron's head and chest from time to time, as if comparing which part was more comfortable.
Vereesa moved a distance away from Halduron, frowning and said, "Are you sure you want to fight with me? Tell me, will you hit us two, or will we hit you?"
"You..." Halduron looked at these two guys helplessly.
"Okay, no more joking. I will definitely help you keep an eye on the right person if you meet him in the future." Aaron hung up the war hammer, but what he was thinking about was whether Halduron had any ideas about Spear of the Eagle. Anyway, he was very good at melee combat, and the melee weapon he used happened to be a spear.
However, Spear of the Eagle does not belong to a dead person like Titans' Strike. As long as the warlord Volund is killed, no one will raise any objections to the owner of this bow - provided that Thorim will not claim ownership of this weapon after he wakes up.
The holder of Spear of the Eagle has always been the Tauren of Highmountain, to be precise, the Highmountain Tauren chief clan, although later the spear fell into the lair of a leopard named Dakarr, and the shameful Highmountain Tauren clan had no way to deal with this beast. I could only watch this ancestral artifact covered in dust with no choice but to get Spear of the Eagle. In addition to solving Dakarr, I also needed to solve the problem of Highmountain Tauren. It was really troublesome. Aaron did not tell Halduron until there was a reliable method in the future.
The three of them chatted and laughed and returned to the raptor enclosure. Aaron immediately noticed Troll who was being carefully guarded by Bolvar.
In order to prevent this Troll from escaping, Bolvar actually stuffed this guy into a cage that was originally used by Ice Troll to hold untamed raptors.
The prisoner didn't care about the environment he was in. He neither begged Bolvar for mercy nor struggled hard, as if it was not him but Bolvar who was locked in the animal cage.
"Just now Bolvar and I wanted to see if there were any other beasts here, and we found this guy in a corner." Vereesa pointed at Troll who looked very calm and said, "This guy looked sneaky at the time, but he didn't look like he had the plague, so we didn't kill him."
"Little elf girl, have some respect for old Drakuru," Ice Troll, who was imprisoned in a beast cage with long fluffy white hair, glanced at Vereesa lightly, "I just don't want to be your enemy. You should know very well who the real enemy is in this fortress."
"Wait, what did you say your name is? Drakuru?" Aaron showed a very subtle expression, "Is this really your name?"
"Descendant of Vrykul, what happened to my name?" Drakuru glanced at Aaron dissatisfied, "What we are going to discuss now is the issue of Undead, my name is irrelevant."
"Ah hahaha, it really doesn't matter." Aaron stared at Drakuru and asked, "Do you have anything to say about the plague spreading in the fortress? Or, why don't you get the plague?"
"Aaron, the way you look at that guy reminds me of the time you looked at another person," Vereesa quietly leaned into Aaron's ear and said, "What does this guy have to do with Kel'Thuzad?"
"You can see it," Aaron thought for a moment, then whispered to Vereesa, "I suspect that the plague spreading in this fortress was spread by this guy."
"How do I know why this fortress was suddenly occupied by the plague? My compatriots were either on the verge of death or turned into walking zombies. I can only hide in this dirty and smelly place." Drakuru had a somewhat painful expression on his face and changed the subject, "Although you seem to be very hostile to me, I think you still know better who is more threatening, right?"
"I know, of course I know." Aaron answered perfunctorily, while thinking in his mind how credible Drakuru's words were. If he hadn't vaguely remembered that Drakuru tricked the player's adventurer role and killed someone. Troll built the entire fortress just to prove his power to Lich King and get rewards, and then launched a destructive offensive against Zul'Drak. Aaron almost completely believed in this guy.
"Then what help can you provide us?" Bolvar looked at Drakuru and asked, "If not, I think this brother High Elf should be happy to send you to meet your ancestors."
What Bolvar is talking about is naturally Halduron. The hatred between High Elf and Troll is much deeper than that of human beings. It has not been long since Vereesa finished the ranger training. The feeling in this aspect is not profound, like A senior ranger like Halduron has almost developed the instinct to kill Troll when he sees him. Fortunately, he also knows that a sober Troll can provide a lot of help, but he still looks at Drakuru with a dangerous look, with the intention of killing him if he disagrees with him.