Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 211 Battle of the Plaza (5)

Chapter 211 The Battle of the Square ([-])

"Wonderful blow," Karl clicked his tongue secretly. Which side is this mage? Besides, both parties in the war do not want to cause large-scale casualties to civilians. I don't know if this mage is inaccurate or intentional. He is afraid that the world will not be chaotic. Throwing a group of meteorite techniques into the crowd of night children watching the trial, it is still the densest area, where there are more people.

The sound of continuous explosions echoed in the square. The Nightborne people and adventurers of many other races were frightened and crouched on the ground, and some clever people took the opportunity to quietly flee outside the square.

With the lead of the first, there is the second, the third, the fourth.

Soon the crowd of onlookers reacted, scrambling to escape from the roads around the square.

Carl looked at the chaos in the square and shook his head. Do these people have basic common sense? In this situation, you must be calm and proceed in order. If you squeeze out like this, there will only be a large-scale stampede. Because they couldn't move away quickly, they began to kill in the crowd, as if they wanted to fight a way out. At this time, the people who stood in front of them were in bad luck.

"It can't go on like this."

Carl waved his hand and roared, "It's time for us to play!"

At this time, more than thirty magic circles shining with soft light appeared out of thin air, followed by portals emitting purple arcane light. Thirty middle and high-level mages stepped out of the teleportation circle one after another. With a calm expression, the expression is a little excited.

Another aperture circle appeared, and Karl walked out of the teleportation circle. He had no choice but to be an intermediate mage. The strongest spell he could cast was a 5-level spell, and the portal was a 6-level transformation spell. Without mastery, he can only act with a few spell scrolls from Talisa.

Karl triumphantly opened a bottle of high-grade magic potion, drank it all in one gulp, and said to the mages behind him: "Target, troublemakers, hit me to death!"

Then he began to chant spells, and a string of arcane arrows appeared in his hand with a wave of his hand, smashing towards the troublemakers in the square and the mages of the Ozman family.

The rest of the mages didn't dare to be negligent, and the teams began to chant obscure spells, and the densely packed arcane missiles flew out in front of them. To be honest, they can't be called arcane missiles anymore, they should be called arcane machine guns, short In just a few minutes, the remaining dozen mages of the Ozman family and dozens of troublemakers pulled out and fell to the ground without a sound.

After playing a few spells, Karl was also a little tired. Looking back, he found that the mages had already explained clearly to Lilith Yuejun and Auror Estella. In summary, there is only one sentence, we are to help you.

Seeing that the cleanup was almost done, everyone began to retreat as soon as Karl waved. Now the Ozman family's navy is fighting with the Suramar guards on the third line of defense, but there is no noble private army and Yarsla Supported by the family's elite fighters, the navy is advancing very slowly. He estimates that the situation will be stabilized soon after the guards on the defense line and the accompanying mages react.

"Wei Luo Ozman is also pitiful old fellow," Carl thought secretly: "I clearly control the four-way army in my hands, but was deleted and subtracted by the woman Talisa, leaving only the Suramar Navy and nobles The private army is gone, he is probably dreaming of controlling Suramar now."

Everyone retreated halfway, and just about to leave the square, Auror Astra suddenly shouted loudly: "Everyone, retreat quickly, retreat to the building behind!"

"What's wrong?" Carl couldn't help asking.

"Someone is coming," Auror Astra frowned, showing a worried expression, glanced forward, and said.

Karl immediately had a feeling that something was wrong. He followed Auror Astra's gaze, but he couldn't see anything except the smoke and dust that filled the air.

"Back!" Lilith Yuejun also showed an uneasy expression. It was the first time Karl saw this woman showing an expression other than anger, and thought this guy was a facial paralysis that could only be angry.

"Sharp Eye," Auror Astara wiped his hands in front of Karl's eyes, and the purple arcane radiance shot into his eyes.

"What kind of spell is this? I've never heard of it!" Karl was a little dazed.

"This is a spell I researched myself. It can increase vision during the duration of the spell," Auror Astra said with a smile.

"Excellent," Carl flattered, then changed his voice and asked shamelessly, "Is there a spell model?"

Auror Astra angrily threw a piece of parchment to him, and Karl quickly threw the parchment into his pocket, as if he was afraid that Auror Astra would go back on his word in the next second.

At the same time, he looked forward and was stunned for a moment. In the smoke and dust in the distance, there was a huge team that was densely packed and advancing carefully. It was not someone else, but they were old acquaintances. The Black Robe Association that had formally fought against each other in Dalaran .

"Unlucky," Carl sighed from the bottom of his heart, "there are these goddamn bastards everywhere!"

Time back to a few 10 minutes ago.

Looking at the gorgeous interior of the manor and the beautiful rooms, of course it does not mean how gorgeous the layout is, but that there are all kinds of long swords hanging around the room, from beautifully carved rapiers to broad swords. Broad-edged swords, from one-handed short swords to two-handed epees, are all available, making people dazzled.

However, the owner of the room had no time to appreciate these gorgeous weapons like works of art. He seemed very anxious, and kept looking out of the window with a lot of thoughts. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his clenched hands were sometimes raised and sometimes lowered. .

It can be seen that he is hesitating about something.

The door of the room was knocked open by a reckless elite soldier, Arslan raised his head abruptly, his eyes were bloodshot, he stared at the mercenary tightly, like an angry beast.

"Didn't I let you bother me?" Arslan roared angrily.

"No!. That's how it is," the elite warrior was taken aback by Arslan, and hurriedly stammered his explanation. At the same time, he moved away from the side, revealing Reiner behind him, and several people who protected Reiner in the middle Cowley et al.

Arslan's eyes widened. The moment Reiner appeared, he was already a little dazed. In fact, all his attention was focused on his youngest son, and he didn't see the few people around him at all.

"My son! Is it really you?" Arslan hurriedly stood up, stepped forward, lifted Reiner high, and said in disbelief.

"dad."

"Hi, Mr. Arslan, my name is Cowley," said Cowley, jumping up and waving his arms, trying to get Arslan's attention.

"You guys rescued Reiner?" Arslan asked.

(End of this chapter)