Rise of the blood elves

107 Lobsterman’s food rescued

"Wow, wow"

The night is as cool as water and the sea breeze blows.Under the bright moonlight, the waves crashed on the beach.

A huge lobster man walked forward on the beach. The eyes on the high-raised eye stalks were rolling around. He never left the soft sand under his feet. The two giant claws sometimes touched and closed, making a sound. A crisp "click-click" sound.

The lobster man soon found his target, a fat sea shell

It neighed excitedly, its six legs leaping forward quickly, and came to the prey.

The big seashell, which was trying to crawl back into the sea with its soft white fleshy belly and legs, was so frightened that it shrank back and closed the shell with a snap.

The lobster man didn't care about this, he just stretched out his terrifying giant claws

"click"

It was early in the morning, and the highest tide had passed. The water was receding little by little, leaving many offshore creatures washed up by the waves on the beach.

For many years, fishermen returning home at night from Hillsbrad can always see what is happening right now.

The lobster man, whose living space has been squeezed out by the fish-men who are multiplying so rapidly that even the militia is helpless, has to go to the deserted beach in the dead of night to look for food.

Because there are so many murlocs, the cry of "oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo many murlocs" is not only a nightmare for humans, but also a nightmare for the lobster people here.They did not dare to move during the time when the fishmen were active, so they could only take advantage of the low tide in the early hours of the morning to have a tooth ceremony.

Basically every lobsterman here has had the tragic experience of being beaten up by a group of fishmen.

Those little guys holding simple sticks would swarm up, step on the lone lobster man into the mud, and then run away cheering without looking back.Only the bruised lobster man was left, huddled pitifully in the mud puddle, his tail twitching from time to time, silently complaining about the atrocities of his old enemy.

For those of the same race who have even evolved advanced intelligence and have appeared as spellcasters, the lobster people of Hillsbrad are simply a shame to their tribe and cannot even eat a full meal.

"Bah, bah, bah." After finishing the last piece of tender meat, the lobsterman threw away the broken shell and moved on, hoping to find more food to satisfy his appetite.

Before it had gone far, its eye stalks were definitely there and it stopped.

There is a pile of white gravel not far from the beach. A certain cross-section of all the stones is very smooth, as if they were cut directly by something extremely sharp, and they are still emitting a faint purple light.A little white-skinned man wearing a tattered red robe and pointed ears was lying on the stone, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

The lobster man is familiar with this beach, and he clearly remembers that there was no pile of stones yesterday.There was some dangerous aura in the fluctuating purple light that made it deeply uneasy, and it instinctively didn't want to get close.

Although the smelly white-skinned man made it very appetizing, it still watched cautiously.

But the lobster man didn't move, and something moved.

There was a rustling sound, and a resurrected person with a rotten body appeared in the lobster man's field of vision. It suddenly became nervous.

It searched its limited-capacity brain and found that this strange thing seemed not to have appeared nearby for the first time.

There have been a lot of slow-walking strange things wandering around the area every day these days. The lobster man remembered that he had smashed the head of one of them, but he was sensible enough not to eat it.

Many of the same kind have become members of the strange things because they ate the meat of the strange things.No matter how hungry it is, it doesn't want to turn into a weird thing.

But how could strange things come and snatch my food?

The lobster man watched helplessly as the resurrected man staggered to the stone platform and opened his bloody mouth at the white-skinned villain.

Protecting food trumped instinct. The lobster man no longer hesitated. He pressed his big tail against the ground, curled up his abdomen and burst out with great strength. He rushed out like a cannonball, leaving a trail behind him. A string of yellow sand flying all over the sky.

Before the resurrected man could bite the white-skinned man's exposed feet, he fell to the ground with a plop.

The defensive power of the Lobsterman's thick carapace is comparable to that of light plate armor, and its height is several points higher than the tallest human being. Its powerful giant claws are enough to pinch off tempered steel to deal with a resurrected person.

It tore the strange thing into pieces in a few seconds and turned to look at its food.

Fresh and delicious food

It has not had a good meal for a long, long time. This white-skinned little man is long, but there is too little meat. I don’t know if I can feed him enough.

Just when it stretched out its giant pincers against the white-skinned villain, it suddenly felt something moving behind it, and couldn't help but turn its eye stalks to look over.

Another strange thing appeared in the distance, its whole body shrouded in terrifying black light.Just one look at it gave the lobster the strongest fear he had ever felt in his life. It was so terrifying, even more terrifying than the "oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooethrowth" uttering "ooooooooooooooo!"

The lobster man was stunned for a second, with no other thoughts in his mind.Not even caring about the food in hand, he quickly turned around and ran towards the sea, disappearing into the waves in the blink of an eye.

The undead that scared away the lobster man was different from all the other undead. His back was a little hunched, his eyes exuded a golden holy light, but his whole body was filled with a terrifying shadow aura. Two powers with completely different attributes seemed to be in his body. The body is perfectly balanced.

An exaggerated curved dagger hangs from his waist. The end of the blade is inlaid with a deep-colored gem near the handle, but it looks like an eye, which is indescribably weird.And the shadow aura comes from the dagger.

As soon as the dagger appeared on this beach, even the moonlight dimmed a bit.

Behind the undead were a young human paladin and a muscular green-skinned orc, who were alert to the surrounding movements and looked cautious.

Undead, humans, and orcs

Actually getting along well with each other

"The undead just now were killed by local creatures. It should not cause fluctuations in the mind control network of the Scourge. We are not in danger of being exposed." The young paladin said.

He was wearing the Silver Hand's standard armor and looked to be in his early twenties.To be able to pass the Paladin examination at such an age, he must have considerable talent.

After repeatedly confirming that there was no second natural disaster undead nearby with the help of the detection gem in his hand, he looked at each other and nodded with the orcs, walked to the special undead, and said: "Archbishop, I'm going to see if the blood elf is infected with the plague."

The undead man known as the Archbishop nodded, and the Paladin quickly ran towards the rubble.

"It's been three whole days. Frostwolves, Silver Hands, plus the blood elves' spellbreaker troops, there are hundreds of people and dozens of search and rescue teams, but we only found a dozen survivors." Muscle. The well-developed orc did not relax his vigilance when he spoke. His sharp eyes were constantly searching for the shadow of the undead in the darkness. "I must say that there are really too few people alive."

"The light of hope has not been completely extinguished." The undead's face twisted, and his expression seemed a little pitiful. He turned his head to look northwest, sighed heavily, and when the air flow passed through his damaged vocal cords, he made a hissing sound, "Recover Xal'atath took too much time, and I came too late."

Once upon a time, the glorious capital of magic stood in the northwest, and the arcane brilliance of violet illuminated the entire human civilization.In the end, it became the first victim of this war and was lost in the long river of history.

The orc's eyes turned back, showing an expression of empathy, "Archbishop Alonsos, I can understand your grief. Yesterday, I heard a survivor of Dalaran talk about the tragedy that happened in Draenor. Even the most respected leader of the tribe Ner'zhul has betrayed us. In order to escape for his own life, he opened the portal regardless of the consequences, directly tearing the entire world apart. I don't know how those tribesmen who still long to return to their homeland will feel when they hear this news."

While the two were talking, the paladin's anxious voice could be heard in the distance.

"Archbishop, Rael, please come here quickly." The young paladin lowered his voice and called to his companion, "It turned out to be Lord Angmar. We found Lord Angmar."

The holy light in Alonsus's eyes suddenly lit up, and joy appeared on Orc Rael's face, and the two quickly walked towards the rubble.