Volume 8: The Road to the Ancient Dragon Chapter 481 Blackmail and the Three Demon Kings
Damn, so powerful, starting with more than 15,000 Faith Power? Murphy checked the prayer column and found that the priest's portrait showed a centaur. It seemed that the Emperor Shenwu was fighting with others and needed support.
This is to go to heaven, and even held a sacrificial ceremony. Sacrificial ceremonies are usually held by believers of evil gods, using the life and soul of the sacrifice in exchange for the evil god's gift. The Emperor Shenwu is really not afraid of being evil.
A storm of 15,000 faiths, this is a big job. Since it is a brother asking for help, of course I can't be too stingy, just give it at the cost price.
The levels of the storm summoned by the miracle are divided into small 1000, medium 2000, large 3000, extra large 10000, giant 20000, and super giant 50000.
Murphy directly arranged a large storm. The coverage area of the large storm reached a radius of ten kilometers and a diameter of twenty kilometers, which was enough to cover the entire Silver Moon City. If it was larger, it would be useless. The storm level only increased the coverage area and had no direct impact on the power of the storm.
What really affects the power of the storm are the additional special effects, so naturally we need to add some powerful stuff to the remaining 10,000 points.
Thunderbolt 3000, Tornado 3000, Hey, this shark looks quite interesting. It requires 5000 faith points. I have never used it before, so I might as well get one and see.
The storm's special effects combination is complete, choose to generate the storm.
With a thought, a storm began to gather and take shape in the sky above Quel'Thalas.
[System prompt: You used the miracle - large storm/thunderstorm/sharknado, and the storm has been born. ]
The scale of this storm far exceeded the effects of the previous two small storms. Dark clouds covered the sky of the city. Restless thunder and lightning rolled in the clouds. Huge air currents gathered into swirling clouds, in which thunderstorms intertwined. In the center of the storm, a huge tornado gradually formed.
Not only that, there were countless sharks flying in the tornado...
This strange sight stunned the orc warriors and orc adventurers who were fighting on the city wall.
"What the hell, what is that?"
"It looks like a shark!"
"Fuck shark, are you filming a movie?"
"Oh shit, a shark is coming down, hide quickly."
As the storm spread, the sharks in the tornado also fell down with a crackling sound, frantically biting any target that approached.
I have to say, the shark special effects are much funnier and more frightening than their lethality.
A shark bit the orc and pulled hard, actually biting off one of the orc's arms.
It could even trigger the limb-breaking effect. Those orcs who were not bitten or hit were so frightened that they hurriedly dodged, and the city on the city wall suddenly became chaotic.
An alliance soldier took the opportunity to rush to the top of the city wall, but he didn't expect that the shark would bite him directly without any recognition.
Murphy couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene through the eye of the storm. Well, it's really funny to have sharks in this storm.
However, although it is a bit laborious, the effect is indeed extraordinary.
At this moment, Badao Wuqing, who was outside the Sunwell, looked at the storm gathering over Silvermoon City behind him, his face livid.
Aidan, you bastard, why are you so ruthless? Storms come one after another, each one bigger than the last. Are you going to fight to the death with my great tribe?
A wolf rider came galloping from the direction of Silvermoon City. "Great Chief, the enemy's spells are too powerful. The Great Shaman of Uruk asked me to ask you if we should also initiate the ritual."
After hearing this, Badao Wuqing hesitated slightly.
The tribes are also capable of launching similar rituals.
Of course, they were not worshipping the Storm Dragon or the gods of Azeroth, but the King of Elements and the Demon Lord.
In order to deal with the defense of the city this time , Badao Wuqing specially arranged the shaman heroes of the tribe and prepared a sacrifice ceremony. He planned to borrow the power of Ragnaros to directly raise a volcano in the city, let the volcano erupt, and repel the enemy's attack with lava and fire.
But he didn't expect that the enemy would get there first.
Hesitated for a moment.
Ba Dao Wu Qing (Tribe Chief): "Wait a minute, don't start the ceremony yet. I know the guy who released the storm. Let me communicate with him first."
Wind overcomes fire. If the volcano erupts and then the other side releases a larger-scale storm, the wind will help the fire, and the tribe may be hit back.
He sent a private message directly.
Ba Dao Wu Qing: Brother Aidan, why are you so ruthless? It's fine if your Alliance and the Night Alliance teamed up to fight me, but why are you so desperate? I know that it takes Faith Points to activate miracles. What hatred do you have to target us like this? We are old friends. I even cooperated with you to sell out Lao Hou. Can you give me some face?
Murphy couldn't help but laugh when he saw the words in the private message. This guy is still so close.
However, what Badao Wuqing said was not wrong, they were indeed old acquaintances. During the Battle of Dagger Ridge, Badao Wuqing took the money from the studio and sold Old Howl and the Warsong Wolf Cavalry Corps to Varian. Murphy also participated in the battle in person at that time, so he naturally remembered it.
Aidan: Brother Badao, what else can we say to each other as enemies? You were paid for cooperating with us back then. Would you have given us convenience if you didn't pay?
Badao Wuqing: That’s up for negotiation. How about this: I’ll give you a bottle of water from the Sunwell in exchange for you not setting off storms again today.
After hearing this, Murphy thought to himself, wow, there is actually business coming to our store?
In fact, he had no intention of releasing the storm again. Without anyone launching the ritual, he couldn't just waste his power of faith on it. This thing was different from magic power, and there was no way to restore it by itself.
It would be a waste not to take the business that comes to your door.
Aidan: One bottle isn't enough. Give me a hundred.
Murphy directly asked for a sky-high price.
Ba Dao Wu Qing: Damn, are you kidding me? Do you think the water in the Sunwell is Nongfu Spring? You can fill as much as you want. The Sunwell is only that big, and there is a standard for the capacity of a bottle of well water. You can't fill that many bottles in total.
I'll give you two bottles, no more.
Aidan: Don't tease me, Brother Badao. No matter how small the output of the Sunwell's water is, it can't be this little. So I won't make things difficult for you. Ten bottles.
Ba Dao Wu Qing: There really aren’t that many left. All this well water is useful. Three bottles is not more. This is orange quality material and you can’t buy it even if you want to.
Aidan: Eight bottles.
Ba Dao Wu Qing: One price, five bottles. Aidan, I'm not hiring you to help me this time, I'm just asking you not to make trouble, five bottles are not a small amount. If you really want eight bottles, you can, but you have to help us throw a storm.
It is impossible to help the tribe. Murphy still has to stay in the Alliance for the time being. Besides, betraying the Alliance and joining the tribe will not give him a good reputation.
Aidan: Five bottles then, but I have to sign an electronic agreement.
Ba Dao Wu Qing: Okay.
The agreement was signed very quickly. The content was simple: Murphy could not use any storm miracles in the eastern continent today, and Badao Wuqing needed to pay Murphy five bottles of water from the Sunwell in one day.
Having earned five bottles of Sunwell water for free, Murphy felt much happier.
This stuff is a good thing. If I give Vivian a bottle later, I guess I can gain a lot of loyalty.
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Here, Badao Wuqing closed the private message with an unhappy look on his face. As the chief of the tribe, he was still being blackmailed. If it wasn't for the critical moment of the plan, he would not have given in.
Since there were no more storms, Badao Wuqing gave the order with confidence.
“Start the sacrificial ritual, summon the power of Ragnaros, and let the Alliance see the miracles of the Horde.”
In Silvermoon City, the assembled shamans, led by a heroic shaman, began the sacrifice ceremony.
A huge elemental magic circle was activated, and groups of elven civilians were gathered together and began to be slaughtered mercilessly.
The fear and despair they felt when they died would become sacrifices to summon the power of the Fire Demon.
Ragnaros the Firelord and Aidandaron the Storm Dragon are both divine creatures, and their rank is much higher. They are world-destroying BOSSes.
Of course, there is no difference in the effects of miracles released by evil gods of different ranks.
Evil gods work for money. The more power of faith you provide, the more help you can summon.
The tribe was offering sacrifices and praying. Orcs traditionally have an element of faith. With tens of thousands of orcs praying together and the effect of sacrifice, the miracles they summoned were naturally astonishing.
Boom! In the lower part of Silvermoon City, near the city wall, the ground was suddenly torn apart, a huge crack appeared, and the ground slowly rose up to form a towering volcano. Then, lava gushed out from the crack of the volcano and sprayed towards the engineering teams of the Alliance, Dark Night Alliance, Elves and other armies outside the city wall.
The rain of fire forced the three armies to retreat, and the tribal defenders took the opportunity to retreat back into the city.
Storms and volcanic eruptions made Silvermoon City like hell for a while.
Godwin looked at the scene in front of him, but began to hesitate whether to summon the miracle of holy light. However, the supreme will is not so easy to summon. The twelve main gods are all quite impressive, and miracles are not so easy to release. Usually, the power is bestowed on priests and let them use it.
Instead of simply releasing a miracle.
Kael'thas looked at the horrifying scene with bloodshot eyes.
Emperor Shenwu looked at the scene and his expression changed, "Not good, Tyrant Blade Wuqing is trying to escape!"
Although this wave of volcanic eruptions repelled the siege troops, it also made the city walls completely useless and destroyed the overall value of the city.
It's obvious that they have no plans for long-term defense.
Badao Wuqing was indeed preparing to escape. Sunsail Harbor had been occupied by the Alliance, and the Horde fleet was beaten badly by Kul Tiras in the naval battle. Some sank, and some fled.
Now Silvermoon City is surrounded on three sides, facing the army of elves, the army of the Alliance, and the army of the Night Elf at the same time. No matter how powerful the tribe is, it is impossible to agree to this battle.
Although the three forces have their own ulterior motives, their relationships with the tribes are purely hostile.
However, Badao Wuqing was not panicked. He had already anticipated all this and had prepared a response plan.
Ba Dao Wu Qing (Chief of the Horde): "Is the Demon Gate not built yet?"
Grog Evileye (Fel Knight): "It's already been built."
"Then start the summoning. We don't have much time."
Dozens of high-level warlocks gathered around the Demon Gate.
Under the command of Grog Evil Eye, they began to inject magic power into the Demon Gate.
Normally, a warlock can only summon projections of demons, but the Demon Gate is a high-level spell used to summon powerful demons. The Demon Gate in front of him is even more exaggerated. It is nearly a hundred meters high and was built specifically to summon demon lords.
Originally, this kind of cross-dimensional summoning magic was very difficult to accomplish and required terrifying magical power. The orc warlocks present simply did not have such power. However, now with the Sunwell as a battery, it was no longer a problem.
The huge demon gate slowly lit up, and between the two domes made of fel crystals, the power of fel energy rotated to form a huge vortex-like portal.
Grogo Evil Eye had a serious look on his face; it was also the first time for him to use such a powerful spell.
Summoning the demon lord into this world is by no means an easy task. It's time to test myself.
Grog Evil Eye (Fel Knight): "Brothers, stay steady and continue to inject magic power. I will start summoning."
He raised his staff, and his mental power passed through the portal, searching for the target he wanted to summon in the twisting void.
"Baal, the Lord of the Abyss! The vanguard of the Burning Legion, the violent crusher, the cruel demon lord. I summon you with the power of the contract I signed with the Burning Legion. Come! Come into this world!"
boom!
Suddenly, a violent energy fluctuation occurred in the Demon's Gate.
A huge claw stepped out from the portal, with a huge and sturdy body, dragon-like wings, four thick legs, and muscular hands. The flames burning on its head were like a crown, and a purgatory spear was held in its hand.
The appearance of the demon before them caused fear and chaos among the surrounding orcs.
Baal (Demon Lord of the Abyss), world-class level 3, level 90, health points 445,000.
Baal (Lord of the Abyss): "Hahahahaha, I finally came to this world. Azeroth and Kalimdor, prepare to face the ruthless slaughter of the Lord of the Abyss - Hey, brother Evil Eye, have you eaten?"
Grogo Evil Eye didn't say anything. This was just the first one. There were still two more customers to come.
"Go on, keep steady, I'm going to move on to the next one."
"Mephisto, Lord of Terror! The cunning strategist of the Burning Legion, the evil seducer, the manipulator of fear. I summon you with the name of the contract I signed with the Burning Legion. Come! Come into this world!"
There was another ripple in the Demon's Gate, and a black shadow suddenly flew out from the vortex of evil energy, flapping its huge wings and landing on the open space like a dark cloud.
He was slightly shorter than the Abyss Lord, but still very large, with huge wings allowing him to float in the air.
There are devil horns on his head, a mouth full of fangs and sharp teeth, and a face full of cunning and viciousness.
Mephisto (Dreadlord), world class second level, level 90, health points 373,000.
"There's only one left, come on, brothers."
The warlocks began to absorb the magic of the Sunwell together, and then madly injected it into the Demon Gate. This lasted for several minutes before Grog's Evil Eye finally began the next summoning.
"Diabol, the demon lord of the Eredar! Commander of the Burning Legion, promoter of war, fel magic, I summon you with the name of the contract signed with the Burning Legion. Come! Come into this world!"
Tons of water from the Sunwell were transformed into pure magic power and injected into the portal.
Boom! A huge crimson hoof stepped out of the door, and then a crimson majestic body slowly walked out of the portal.
This one is taller than the Lord of the Abyss.
Dia Pineapple (Eredar Demon Lord), world-class fourth level, level 90, health points 527,000.
Seeing the last demon lord being summoned, Grog Evil Eye immediately interrupted the spell.
The vortex of fel energy in the Demon Gate suddenly disappeared, and all the orc warlocks collapsed to the ground. The powerful magic transmission made them all exhausted.
Looking at the Sunwell again, one third of the magic power in the well water has been consumed.
