Spellcasting Gods

“No! We are not slaves, at least not as stupid as those murlocs.” With that, Tashigi turned and glanced at the murlocs being whipped by the orc warlock overseer.

It must be said that these robbers, who are not very intelligent and whose minds are filled with the idea of ​​getting something for nothing, are currently living a life worse than death.

Yes!

Zhang Cheng had long since become so heartbroken that he didn't care about the lives of humans at all, so why would he care about a mere merman tribe?

These poor creatures not only have to work day and night, but they can only eat one meal a day, which is a soup made from shellfish, crabs and dead fishmen that can be found everywhere on the coast.

Normally, in cases like this, where members of the same species kill each other, other intelligent races would probably have already started a riot or secretly fled.

But what about the fish-men?

They had absolutely no objection to this, and even ate with great relish, showing no sign of the sorrow caused by the "cannibalism" among their own kind.

The male Naga seemed to recall the "stew" made with large pieces of shellfish, and immediately felt a churning in his stomach. He forced himself to roll his eyes and said, "Please! Madam! Don't mention those nasty murlocs in front of me. They don't deserve to be called intelligent beings."

“But don’t forget, in that dragon’s eyes, we’re no different from fish-men. It’s just that we’re more useful, which is why we get relatively better treatment. If our performance doesn’t satisfy him, do you think our fate will be any different from the fish-men’s?” Tashigi’s face showed a grave expression. “No! There won’t be any difference. He’s a tyrant, a true tyrant, so to avoid a terrible death, it’s best to shut your mouth and work obediently.”

“I’m sorry, madam, I apologize for my recklessness. I swear, from now on you will never hear a single complaint from my mouth again.” After saying this, the male Naga said nothing more and began frantically digging at the ground, brandishing the anchor.

Seeing this, Tashigi nodded in satisfaction, then quickly twisted her body away from the entrance to the Tomb of Sargeras and came to the dragon who was resting with his eyes closed. She bowed slightly and said, "Great Black Dragon! I have cleaned up the part that sealed the entrance as you requested. In four days at most, the path to the lower level will be completely opened."

"Oh? The progress seems to be faster than expected!" Zhang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of surprise in his pupils.

After all, the Tomb of Sargeras is not a dungeon that you can just enter in the game; it is a dangerous place with countless powerful seals.

In particular, the last time Illidan led his forces to take the Eye of Sargeras, it directly caused a large amount of internal structure to collapse, and many places now need to be cleared before they can be entered.

“Yes, sir. However, the number of merfolk excavation teams is decreasing rapidly. I think we should try to capture more in other places,” Tashigi cautiously suggested.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Cheng replied without hesitation, "Sure! You can handle this as you see fit. As long as it doesn't affect the construction schedule, do whatever you want. But there's one condition: if I find the tomb hasn't been breached by the deadline, then you and your clan will be wiped out of this world forever, understand?"

"Understood! Please rest assured, I will not let you down." After saying this, the female Naga bowed again, and then slowly retreated until she was more than twenty meters away before daring to turn around.

The psychological pressure of talking face-to-face with a terrifying dragon was so great that the scales on her back trembled incessantly.

"Hmph! You like guys who think they're so clever!" Zhang Cheng sneered as he watched the other person's back.

Through his mental web that spreads across the entire beach, he can easily capture the mental activity of every fishman or naga, and Tashigi is no exception.

The reason this guy proposed capturing fishmen to be enslaved was mainly to protect his tribe.

It's important to know that digging is not just physical labor; it also involves facing deadly magical traps hidden beneath the soil and rocks.

Normally, every fifteen to twenty meters forward, a poor fishman will die from various traps.

Such a high casualty rate would be unbearable even in a densely populated city like Stormwind, let alone a remote, desolate place like the Broken Isles.

It could be said that the entire passage was almost entirely paved with the corpses of fishmen.

If the murlocs were to all die one day, then the Naga would be the ones responsible for clearing the traps.

Just as Zhang Cheng was yawning idly, a warship full of soldiers and sailors slowly left Stormwind Port and headed towards the Great Maelstrom.

The captain was an old man who looked to be around fifty years old. He gripped the hilt of the sword hanging at his waist with one hand and held a pipe in the other. His eyes were bright and piercing, and he was clearly a true naval elite.

Interestingly, almost all the warships that departed from Stormwind Port were headed for Northrend in the north, except for one that headed west.

Standing beside the captain at this moment was a mage wearing the Kirin Tor insignia.

With his thick, brown hair and beard, and a constantly spinning crystal staff in his hand, he was none other than Archmage Ansrem Ruinvivor of the Council of Six, and also the Reshaper of Dalaran.

The archmage took a deep breath of the salty, humid air unique to the sea, and asked with a smile, "Captain, how long do you think it will take us to reach the Broken Isles?"

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency Archmage, I'm afraid I can't give you a definite answer. It's even uncertain whether this ship can sail into the Broken Isles waters intact. You've never been near the Great Whirlpool, so you don't know how dangerous the surrounding area is. A slight misstep could lead to being torn apart by storms, sea monsters, and deep-sea Naga." The old captain shook his head with a wry smile.

He would never have risked sending his beloved ship near the Broken Islands if the king hadn't personally given the order.

“Relax. If you encounter any trouble, I will lend a hand,” Ansrem Ruinvivor said with a smile, while touching the secret letter hidden in his underwear, his eyes revealing a complex light.

Chapter 0879 The Arrival of the Alliance

boom!

With a loud bang, a newly dug passage inside the tomb collapsed once again, blasting three unfortunate fishmen responsible for the exploration into serious injury and burying them alive.

"Sigh... how many living fishmen do we still have?" Tashigi asked with a helpless sigh.

Since officially entering the complex tomb, the excavation team suffered increasingly heavy casualties each day. At its peak, more than two hundred murlocs died in a single afternoon, along with more than ten Naga overseers.

To make up for the losses, almost all the murlocs in the Broken Isles area have been captured and used as slaves and cannon fodder. At present, there are almost no traces of murlocs on the entire coastline.

Not to mention the fishmen, even the sea giants couldn't escape the fate. They were all incorporated into the suicide squad and practically wiped out all the traps and monsters along the way.

"Madam, we have less than eighty murlocs left," a male Naga warrior beside him said with a worried expression.

There's no way I can stop looking gloomy!

You should know that once all the other cannon fodder are dead, it will be the Naga's turn to take over.

He had personally witnessed how that terrifying black dragon slaughtered the sea giants who refused to work, so he had absolutely no hope for so-called "mercy".

Because anyone who isn't a fool can clearly sense that utter contempt for life.

"Eighty? Damn it! We still have to dig several hundred meters ahead, how can eighty be enough?" Tashigi cursed under her breath, gritting her teeth, while desperately trying to think of any other creatures on the Broken Isles she could capture to take their place.

Unfortunately, the Broken Isles are only so big, and the vast majority of them are marine and terrestrial creatures, with even fewer capable of digging.

The poor murlocs of the Shatterfin tribe, in particular, have been practically wiped out and will likely be completely extinct before the project is even finished.

Just as the two Naga high-ranking officials were wondering how to avoid casualties, Zhang Cheng, who was lying on the broken beach with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the place where the sea and sky met in the distance.

The once azure sky was now covered with large patches of dark clouds, and streaks of blinding lightning, like silver snakes, raged across the sea.

Without a doubt, this is not a natural phenomenon, nor is it the energy spewed out by the vortex. Rather, it is someone casting magic, a powerful and wide-range destructive spell.

However, this raging lightning storm came and went quickly.

In less than five minutes, the dark clouds began to slowly dissipate, revealing a strangely shaped warship.

It is considered strange because it is not like the ordinary sailing warships of Azeroth, which have tall masts and are powered by the wind.

On the contrary, the ship was equipped with a thick, large smokestack, making it more similar to the old steamships that appeared on Earth in the late 19th century.

Steamships rely on coal for power, and their chimneys spew out the black smoke that comes out when coal burns, but this ship is emitting white steam, suggesting that it is not burning coal.

In addition, the outside of the huge chimney is also marked with a golden lion symbolizing the Alliance and the Violet Eye symbolizing Dalaran.

"Human sailors, gnome engineers, Dalaran mages, dwarven gunners... the composition of the team is quite complex. But what exactly is their purpose in suddenly arriving at the Broken Isles at this time?" Zhang Cheng muttered to himself, raising a paw and resting his chin on his hand.

Through remote observation magic, he could clearly see the composition of the people on the deck.

Among them was a dwarf, only the height of a normal human, short yet clever, who was always running around all sorts of strange machines, occasionally squatting down to fiddle with something.

It goes without saying that this steampunk-style warship is 100% their masterpiece.

Even more interestingly, the warships did not head straight for Broken Beach, but instead took a long detour and sailed towards Stormy Bay.

After all, strictly speaking, it is the only place in the entire Broken Islands suitable for docking large ships.

The remaining areas are either full of reefs or adjacent to cliffs, making them unsuitable for large ships to approach.

The appearance of the unfamiliar ship naturally attracted the attention of the Naga.

Tashigi rushed back from the excavation site immediately and asked in a somewhat uncertain tone, "Great Black Dragon, what do you plan to do with those outsiders? Can I capture them as slaves?"

“Slaves? No, don’t do anything foolish. I guarantee that if you dare to approach rashly, you will be met with a fierce counterattack,” Zhang Cheng said with a half-smile.

He wasn't blind; he spotted the archmage standing at the highest point of the deck—Ansrem Ruinvivor.

With such a powerful leader leading the way, even if all the Naga of the Broken Isles united, they might not be able to board that strange ship.

Moreover, while gnome engineers are not as dangerous as goblin engineers, who often create incredibly powerful explosives, they are not to be underestimated.

The massive, dark cannons on both sides of the ship were not just for show; a single salvo could cause considerable damage and destruction.

"Then you mean..."

“What I mean is, dig a tunnel deep into the tomb before they reach the Broken Shore. If you fail, I will wipe you and your tribe from this world forever, understand?”

As Zhang Cheng spoke these words, his two beast-like vertical pupils glared, and his entire body released an astonishing aura, so much so that the little Naga couldn't even withstand it for a second and immediately prostrated herself on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

Despite her fear, Tashigi struggled to raise her head and argued, "This...this will cause heavy losses to the vengeful tribe! You promised me you wouldn't send my men to their deaths."

"No, what I promised was that you and your tribe wouldn't have to go to your deaths, provided that the excavation progress was ensured. That's all. But it seems you haven't done a good job. The original four-day work period has been extended by more than double. I was already being very merciful by not causing you any trouble before. Don't try to provoke my bottom line. You should know that in my eyes, you are no different from those fish-man slaves."

After saying this, Zhang Cheng suddenly flapped his wings, creating a strong gust of air that blew the female Naga away.

The latter rolled along the beach for more than 30 meters before finally regaining his balance and struggling to get up to run deeper into the tomb.

Soon, the Naga at the excavation site went berserk, completely disregarding casualties, and sent out all the remaining murloc slaves at once, with even the overseers personally taking to the field.

For a time, explosions, screams, roars, and all sorts of other eerie sounds emanated from the Tomb of Sargeras.

Under the threat of death, the long-suffering tribes displayed unprecedented resolve, fearing an attack from a cruel and evil black dragon...

Chapter 0880 The Voyeur

Twenty hours isn't a long time, but it's not short either...

As the Alliance landed in Storm Bay and established a foothold, another rugged-looking airship crossed the sea and arrived at the highest region—Highmountain—where it made contact with the local native inhabitants, the Highmountain Tauren and the Stone Trolls.

Moreover, for some reason, neither side rushed to the Broken Beach; instead, they began to systematically establish their bases.

Of course, they were unaware that their every move was being observed by others.

"Interesting! Why did these guys suddenly come to the Broken Isles? Did something happen that I don't know about?" Zhang Cheng stared at the images transmitted back from the crystal ball with great interest, completely unaware that he was the so-called "reason".

In Azeroth, no one dares to ignore the terrifying destructive power brought by the black dragonflight.

It's important to know that when the Titans left, they bestowed upon the Black Dragon King Neltharion the power of the earth. He could easily tear apart the earth's crust, causing violent earthquakes, tsunamis, and volcanic eruptions, and could even turn plains into mountains and mountains into lakes.

For intelligent life forms that have already established fragile civilizations, this destructive power is almost lethal.

Just as Zhang Cheng was about to transform back into human form and wander around the Alliance and Horde territories to subtly investigate their objectives, he suddenly sensed something watching him from behind.

"Who? Who's there!" He raised his enormous head and looked around.

Unfortunately, apart from the beach and rocks, there wasn't even a ghost in sight.

illusion?

Do not!