Volume 8: The Road to the Ancient Dragon Chapter 423: The Great Master's Reward
Murphy didn't hesitate for too long before making his choice.
The talent of the Grand Lord of the Nation is actually very good. 500 points of command is equivalent to being able to command an additional 125 level 4 soldiers. You should know that many lord-level players do not even have 500 points of command in total. This is definitely a top-notch expertise.
For heroes with lord templates or royal backgrounds, this can be said to be an extremely good talent.
Although the player's command of troops is not restricted by the command value in large-scale battles, the importance of the command value is very high when leveling up on a daily basis.
Because the "command" troops are equivalent to the player's personal guards, the experience gained from killing monsters can be directly obtained by the player. 500 points of command is equivalent to having more than a hundred knights to help fight monsters and level up, so the upgrade efficiency is definitely very high.
Therefore, lord players tend to level up quite quickly, and this is also the biggest advantage that players with royal backgrounds have over civilians.
Furthermore, troops directly 'commanded' by the player will not be affected by morale.
Relatively speaking, the large forces commanded by players on the battlefield are more like the relationship of allies.
However, this huge benefit is of little use to Murphy, mainly because his efficiency in killing monsters in dragon form is not inferior to that of the army, and he does not really need soldiers to help level up.
The talent of Diplomacy Expert is also of little significance to him, because its effect slightly overlaps with that of Bluff Master. When he comes into contact with neutral forces and different races, he can use Bluff Master to gain their trust. There is no need to waste an expertise slot.
Relatively speaking, only the Fearless Battler feat is extremely useful to him, especially for protracted battles. In the past, on large-scale battlefields, Murphy was often limited by insufficient mana in the later stages and dared not open fire at full power, and his ultimate moves were somewhat cramped.
But with this talent, he no longer has to be afraid. Coupled with his efficiency in recovering mana, it is almost equivalent to a perpetual motion machine.
Moreover, this talent also has the same effect on the fel energy value of the Ring of Domination. In other words, after stacking the buff, it is equivalent to having 2.5 times the fel power . Casting a Rain of Chaos is equivalent to being able to summon twenty-five hellfires (in theory).
How could Murphy not be moved by this?
Okay, it’s decided, it’s you.
Murphy thought about choosing his specialty this time.
The return journey was very fast, and by the evening, the two airships had arrived above the Dark Night Alliance’s camp.
Murphy stood on the side of the boat and looked at the wilderness below.
Fortunately, it seems that no major war broke out in the past two days. There is no large-scale Zerg gathering in the wilderness outside the camp. Only some adventurer teams are fighting with the scout troops sent by the Ahn'Qiraj Zerg.
This kind of small-scale battle is particularly friendly to adventurers, and each guild is working as a team to kill the Zerg in Ahn'Qiraj.
Morgan Lisa (Arcanist): "Look over there! There are so many big birds."
Murphy looked in the direction of Morgan Lisa's finger, and sure enough, in the distant sky northwest of the night elves, a large group of storm crows were flying over and were constantly landing in the night elf camp. After landing, they turned into the appearance of night elves, and even a few tauren could be seen mixed in.
"It's the druid army! It looks like Malfurion should be here." The Great Emperor said calmly.
The airship stopped next to the aviation tower in the Centaur camp. Murphy and others followed the Emperor Shenwu down from the tower to the ground. The Centaur troops of the Emperor Shenwu naturally went directly back to the barracks for rest, and the Phantom Archers also immediately began to return to the night elf camp.
Murphy discussed with the Emperor Shenwu, and then they came to the Dark Night Camp together.
Morgan Lisa, Hemit, and Meng Meng's big breasts naturally followed.
When the group arrived at the night elf hall, Malfurion had indeed arrived and was discussing something with Tyrande. He looked a little tired and nodded politely when he saw the two people come in.
Malfurion (Arch Druid): "I have heard of your arrival, Prince Aidan. I am glad that you can join the war against the evil Zerg. We once fought side by side in Ashenvale, and now we are allies again."
Murphy thought to himself that this person probably got the information second-hand from Tyrande. That was good, so he wouldn't be fooled.
Aidan (Protector of Alterac): "It is my honor too."
Tyrande raised her eyebrows: "So you have completed the task of slaying the dragon?"
Emperor Shenwu (King of Centaurs): "Yes, Ankarad the Devourer can no longer bring terror to this world. We killed him in the wilderness with our own hands."
Tyrande nodded, but her brows did not relax.
Emperor Shenwu immediately realized something.
"Did the Aspect Dragon not answer your call, Archdruid?"
Before the Zerg in Ahn'Qiraj went berserk, Malfurion went to the Emerald Dream. On the one hand, he wanted to calm the nightmare, but he also had another mission, which was to find a way to contact the guardian dragons. After all, the last battle in the Quicksands was fought with the support of the dragon army to defeat the Zerg in Ahn'Qiraj.
But it doesn't seem to be going well.
Malfurion shook his head. "The dragon kings are in trouble. The dragon soul sealed in the Emerald Dream was stolen by an orc warlock who led an orc army called the Dragonmaw Clan. Now the Dragonmaw Clan is hunting dragons everywhere. With the power of the dragon soul, the guardian dragons are unable to fight against it. Now they can only hide everywhere and recruit adventurers to find a way to take back the 'Dragon Soul'."
The Emperor Shenwu immediately acted indignant, "Damn it, it's those damn orcs again. These green-skinned beasts have brought too many threats to the world. We must find a way to get rid of them."
Murphy felt a little emotional after hearing this. He didn't expect that the Dragonmaw Clan still got the Dragon Soul. But that wasn't right. Historically, the Dragonmaw Clan got it with the cooperation of Deathwing. How did they do it this time?
He couldn't help but think of the orc warlock named Nekros. They had fought each other before. He didn't think much of it at the time. Didn't he expect this guy to be so powerful?
Seizing the dragon soul and hunting down various dragon tribes, wow, it feels a bit like a villain boss.
He couldn't help but feel a little moved.
'Dragon Soul' is a dragon artifact created by the five dragon kings. It can restrain the four guardian dragon clans, but the Storm Dragon is not restricted by this. After solving the current troubles, it is better to find an opportunity to kill the Dragonmaw Clan. It would be great if we can get the Dragon Soul.
The 'Giant Dragon Soul' contains a portion of the guardian power of the four guardian dragon clans, which is of great help in becoming a Dragon God. Perhaps you can kill fewer Dragon Kings.
However, it is still too difficult for him to snatch the dragon soul with just one dragon.
Even if the Dragonmaw Knights were included, it would still be a tough situation. He remembered that the Dragonmaw Legion was an entire orc legion with six major legions, numbering nearly 100,000 people, and who knows how many dragons they have enslaved by now.
One hundred thousand orcs plus hundreds of dragons is not an easy task.
Aidan (Protector of Alterac): "You are right. These evil orcs are a huge threat to our world. Everyone, after we have solved the threat of the Zerg in Ahn'Qiraj, why don't we work together to take back the Dragon Soul!"
Tyrande looked at Murphy suspiciously, thinking to herself, when did you suddenly become so righteous? It was strange that you were reluctant to help me fight the Zerg before.
I wanted to refuse, but now I have to rely on them to fight the war, so I thought about it and said, "Of course, but let's wait until the war against the Ahn'Qiraj Zerg is over."
Speaking of the threat of the Ahn'Qiraj Zerg, everyone immediately perked up.
The Ahn'Qiraj Zerg are backed by the ancient god C'Thun, and are definitely a powerful enemy.
This battle is not going to be easy.
Tyrande introduced the current battle situation on the map.
"The Ahn'Qiraj Zerg has not launched a large-scale attack in the past two days, but the enemy's strength is constantly increasing, and a bloody battle is about to begin.
We have stationed troops at various strategic points around Silithus to block the enemy's offensive. We have barely blocked the Zerg in the Silithus Desert. If we are defeated head-on, the Zerg army will quickly spread through Feralas, Thousand Needles, the Barrens, and Stonetalon Mountains. It won't be long before all of Kalimdor will fall."
The strength of the Ahn'Qiraj Zerg lies in its reproduction ability, so once they are allowed to bloom and build more than a dozen bases, it will be the end of them.
Malfurion (Arch Druid): "It's a pity that Cenarius has not yet resurrected, otherwise our chances of winning this battle would be much higher."
Emperor Shenwu (King of Centaurs): "Are there any orcs in the Ahn'Qiraj Zerg camp?"
Tyrande shook her head. "No, those orcs seemed to have disappeared after the seal was opened. Emperor Shenwu, do you know anything?"
Emperor Shenwu (King of Centaurs): "According to the information provided by Prince Aidan, this orc army is likely one of the six major armies of the Horde, known as the Abyss Army. The core of the army is the Shadowmoon Clan led by the great shaman Ner'zhul, and Ner'zhul is likely to have become a servant of the Old Gods."
Ner'zhul!? Tyrande and Malfurion both looked solemn.
I wonder what kind of conspiracy this Ner'zhul is carrying out.
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Temple of Ahn'Qiraj - Plaza of the Sun
Ner'zhul looked up at the towering statues surrounding the huge plaza before him.
The architectural style of this square is extremely magnificent. The slate floor constructed of huge flat rocks is full of majesty and sacredness, forming a sharp contrast with the large insects crawling around and running all over the ground.
'This temple was definitely not built by these insects,' Ner'zhul thought firmly in his heart.
He didn't like this weird place. It was filled with creepy giant alien insects, expressionless wolf-headed giants, and bees and insects flying all over the sky making buzzing sounds.
He couldn't tell the insects' emotional changes from their strange faces, nor could he guess what they were doing as they crawled around.
These alien-style scenes are very strange, and strangeness often breeds uneasiness.
But he must stay here and wait for the 'reward' promised by the 'great ancient god'.
This uneasiness also spread among the other orcs. The warriors clenched their weapons and maintained a defensive formation. The shamans still had some confidence, but they couldn't help whispering.
A shaman came up.
Black Wind Elf (Shadowmoon Prophet): "Lord Ner'zhul, how long do we have to wait - those bugs give me the chills."
Ner'zhul glanced at his men and said, "Humph, they are just some low-level servants without self-awareness. There is no need to be nervous. They are slaves of C'Thun, lowly ants. Without the orders of their master, they will not make any unusual moves.
Let the chosen shamans be ready, and do not hesitate when the action is about to begin."
Black Wind Old Elf (Shadowmoon Prophet): "Don't worry, Lord Ner'zhul. We are all willing to die for you."
As he was speaking, finally, a huge purple-red insect came in front of Ner'zhul.
Its towering body was at least seven or eight meters tall, with six huge sickle-shaped legs under its cylindrical body and two huge tentacles more than two meters long growing on its head. What was even more bizarre was that there was a gorgeous robe shining on its chitinous shell of an arthropod, but upon closer inspection, the robe looked like the gorgeous wings of some moth creature.
Lord Kree (Zerg Overseer): "Orcs, the great master has summoned you. Go, go to the depths of the temple and receive your 'reward', hehehehe."
Its strange insect mouth made strange noises, as if it was laughing.
The orcs became restless and uneasy.
But as soon as Ner'zhul raised his hand, his soldiers immediately fell silent.
Ner'zhul (Shadowmoon Chieftain): "Of course, it is our honor. Please allow me to bring some of my men with me to receive the reward. They are all warriors of the tribe who have fought bravely for the freedom of their great master."
Lord Kree (Zerg Overseer): "Of course, haha, go ahead, the more people the better, the great master has many gifts to bestow upon you, haha."
The sound became increasingly unsettling.
The orcs growled threateningly.
However, Ner'zhul nodded calmly and waved his hand. The twelve orcs who had been selected before walked out of the team. They were all wearing black robes, hoods and masked headscarves. They were all powerful priests and shamans of the Shadowmoon Clan, and also Ner'zhul's most loyal followers.
With these twelve men, Ner'zhul walked towards the depths of Ahn'Qiraj Temple.
They went deeper and deeper, through dense swarms of insects and Anubis guards, going deeper and deeper underground.
Walking in the dark passage, Ner'zhul walked slowly forward. On both sides of the temple were densely packed with Ahn'Qiraj's bloodthirsty guards. These were the strongest insects among the Ahn'Qiraj Zerg, with hideous black shells, terrifying sickle feet and pincer-like mouthparts.
The densely packed eyes looked like countless green candles in the darkness.
This made the several shamans following behind Ner'zhul nervous.
"Keep calm and don't forget your mission." Ner'zhul whispered, and the few people were no longer nervous.
After finally passing through this long corridor filled with terrifying alien insects, I finally arrived at an empty and silent hall.
This is the audience chamber, the final room leading to the innermost depths of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj.
What surprised Ner'zhul was that he was not alone.
A burly two-headed ogre over five meters tall was waiting there with several subordinates of different races.
There were orcs, humans, ogres, and even an elf. They were all wearing purple robes and were full of evil spirit.
Cho'gall of the Twilight Clan? Ner'zhul immediately recognized the two-headed ogre, one of Gul'dan's generals and the leader of the Twilight Clan, but he seemed a little different now than he was in the past.
" Gul'dan ? Why are you here? Didn't you leave with Gul'dan? By the way, is your master okay?"
Cho'gall looked at Ner'zhul with some awe. Strictly speaking, he could be considered Ner'zhul's disciple, but orcs did not care about seniority. Only strength was the most respectable.
Although Gul'dan did not have a direct understanding of Ner'zhul's current power, he was keenly aware of the danger.
"Master Ner'zhul, we were attacked by a black dragon after we set out to sea. Gul'dan has fallen, but I luckily survived. Now I have joined the great Old Gods and become the leader of the Twilight Hammer. We are loyal to the great master and vow to bring the Twilight Judgment to this world."
"Huh, you're still the same."
Ner'zhul was not surprised by Gudan's style of following whoever has the bigger fist.
A deep voice came from the depths of the temple.
Mysterious voice: "Come in, Ner'zhul, you have completed your mission, come up and receive your reward."
Ner'zhul took a deep breath. It's time!
He glanced at Gujar.
"Would you like to come with me, Gugar?"
Gugar hurriedly took a few steps back and bowed his head humbly, "This is an honor that belongs only to you."
Ner'zhul sneered and said nothing more.
He walked slowly into the dark tunnel, followed closely by his twelve apostles. Their figures soon disappeared into the darkness leading deep into the earth.
