nashuaworldcup Chapter 626 Experimental Data
Chapter 626 Experimental Data
Diamond was very pleased with itself. It assessed the current state of the troll village and concluded that after thirty minutes of intense firepower, it was almost impossible for anyone to survive.
Next, the mercenaries will enter the village to clear it out and search for anything of value.
The other executives at the venture capital firm initially disagreed with using absolute force against the troll village. For example, the goblin harvester logging team in Stonetalon Mountains was employed by the Warsong Clan, and High Tinker Gazlowe of Ratchet warned against provoking the orcs of Orgrimmar.
These powerful figures who were on good terms with the tribes were very dissatisfied with the venture capital firms' unauthorized mining and oil extraction activities.
Unfortunately, goblins generally operate their own businesses... Venture capital firms can't seize profits from transportation and construction, so they have no choice but to take risks and do dangerous things. They fear no one and give no face to anyone.
The president was very dissatisfied with Kaz & Covent's progress in the underground city. Diamond, that kid, was desperate and gathered hundreds of desperados from the underground city, along with the venture capital firm's own employees, and brought a large force with plenty of ammunition to completely wipe out the troll village.
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Everything went smoothly, even though they discovered along the way that the troll village seemed to have changed somewhat.
The trolls had somehow found helpers; they stood foolishly in the center of the village, looking menacing.
Isn't this the perfect target?
Troll sweat, troll ashes (also known as troll essence), and even bones and hair can be sold. This is because among the goblins, there are even ogres and some Arakkoa sorcerer tribes who need fresh ribs as sacrificial offerings.
The troll villagers, who were originally poor and worthless, now have a source of income in the underground city.
"You idiots, rush down there and kill them all! I don't want anyone to know what's going on here!"
Diamond gave the order, and its goblin guards drew their daggers, raised torches, and prepared to descend the steep cliff face to the troll village ruins below the pass. The wooden gates of the stockade, which had been blocked by giant trees, were completely cracked open by the goblin bombs, and a group of villains were about to enter the village to harvest the troll villagers who were not yet completely dead.
When the gap in the wooden gate, wide enough for a hand to pass through, disappeared, the dwarf 'Blue Eyes' and the troll 'Canine Tooth', who had just been arguing, were the first to rush in, eager to find valuable loot.
The reason we waited so long to enter the village was to wait for the green poisonous fog to dissipate somewhat.
The adventurers laced the cannonballs with something to ensure no one in the village would survive.
Furthermore, in order to test a new product obtained from a certain organization, the group of skeletal people claimed that it was a deadly toxic fog, and experimental data proved that it was effective against all living and even the dead.
The other party gave these "good things" to the venture capital firm, of course, with conditions. They required diamonds to demonstrate the experimental results, and it would be best to bring back the remains of a troll, or any other slain creature or beast specimen.
If it weren't for the other party's request, there would be money to be made and obstacles to overcome.
Even the senior goblin engineer who used to consider himself a blue-collar elite, the venture capital firm Kalimdor Rift Development Director, and the head and supervisor of the expedition team, Kaz & Covent, would not be determined to completely wipe out the trolls.
Even if it might provoke protests from the Darkspear trolls in Sen'jin Village, which isn't too far away, the Shatterspear trolls actually know that their kind are active near the islands below the Durotar Peninsula, where there are not only Kul Tiran human castles, but also centaur villages and quilboar settlements, making it quite chaotic.
Chaos is good, it's perfect for goblins to fish in troubled waters...
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The green smoke startled Lorraine. He was not afraid of shells or explosives, but this green poisonous fog felt vaguely familiar to him.
Contact with even a small amount caused a splitting headache, blurred vision, and an instant burning sensation on the skin...
Comparable to an extremely dangerous acidic corrosive substance, yet also resembling an alkaline substance that could produce a violent reaction, whether it was magic or technology, Lorraine wasn't sure. When the poisonous fog completely spread throughout the village, the powerful Lorraine realized that even he had to bow down.
"Lower your head! Azalan, you get down too."
To escape the green poison, he had no choice but to bury his head in the lake.
The henchman who took the bullets also hid with them.
With his powerful senses, Lorraine clearly sensed that the few remaining lives in the village were withering away one by one.
"Oh no, them..."
The necromancer, who could hold his breath underwater for three minutes, suddenly thought of the old, weak, women, and children in the troll village. They had little fighting ability and only knew how to dance... But the green poisonous fog and cannonballs had no eyes and directly enveloped the village.
The remaining hundred or so offspring of the dark trolls have now truly suffered annihilation.
Putting aside everything else, Lorraine, as a necromancer, was all too familiar with the pain and resentment of the soul.
One second the members of the Death Tribe were cheering for Death, the next they were painfully melting one by one in the green poisonous fog. Even though they escaped the cannonballs, escaped the invasion of the outsiders, avoided dying at Lorraine's hands, and even saw the so-called "true god" Lorraine.
The ending seems to have returned to the fate that the old village chief, Cheetah & Fang, foresaw in the prophecy.
Lorraine felt a stinging pain on the back of his hand while in the water, as if the blood curse marks on the back of his hand would sting more with each passing troll's life.
Is this a reminder or a warning?
"Rescue!"
Lorraine stood up abruptly from the water and began searching for the troll villagers who were not yet completely dead.
To Lorraine's astonishment, many of the skeleton beasts he had summoned were being corroded and melted by the green poisonous mist. This vicious green gas was utterly terrifying; could it really kill the undead all at once?
This thing seems so familiar...
Plague Potion!
Deadly Recipe...
Royal Society of Pharmacists!
The faces of the Grand Apothecary Putres and the Dreadlord Varimathras flashed through Lorraine's mind, and he was astonished to find that even across the ocean, he could find those terrifying potions, capable of killing all life forms under the six Forces, right here.
That time, the Green Barrier deployed by the Undercity's Dark Tide Fleet blocked the pursuers and wiped out many of the Vrykul's dragonships and riders.
This time, venture capital firms have also acquired biological weapons.
Recalling what the archmage, the chief apothecary and plague messenger of Tarren Mill, said, the Undercity's weapon of mass destruction is a project that the Queen values highly. Revenge on the living and saving lives are not contradictory; if there is poison, there should be an antidote.
If you only do evil but have no means to do good, you are courting death and will eventually devour yourself.
The archmage's figure had become a blur, the Bloodstone Necklace he'd asked Lorraine to find was shattered, and the whereabouts of the Crown of Will... he couldn't remember. But that didn't matter! What mattered was that Lorraine discovered his underlings could be killed...
The Undead are not immortal in the true sense; they are simply resurrected from the dead and are no longer limited by lifespan or physical limitations.
But in reality, they are either soulless shells, slowly decaying zombies, or just lich skeletons with only remnants of their souls. Can these be called the undead? They are all show and no substance.
Indeed, the undead are terrifying to mortals.
As for Lorraine, he exploited bugs, upgraded the rune in his right eye, and risked his life to accumulate this little bit of wealth. Although resurrecting the skeleton beast was almost free, it was still done by infusing it with vengeful spirits.
While Lorraine was surprised, she was worried about two things!
Can you handle it on your own?
Will one's own vengeful spirit also be unable to withstand it?
As if by divine intervention, a moderate gust of wind blew from the direction of the Storm Altar, dispersing most of the green poison.
This also provided an opportunity for the enemy to charge down.
The door seemed to explode in response, but Lorraine was not worried.
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Immediately needing to find survivors, Lorraine teleported to the troll child who still clung to life, the one who had insulted him by saying he would be childless. She cradled the child in her arms and dodged into the dissipating poisonous mist...
Put him in the water, and you feel a mix of emotions.
A glint of light flickered in his eyes...
It seems that Lorraine's rescue was unnecessary.
Those who could withstand the green poison still had a breath left, while those who couldn't had already turned into a puddle of unidentified liquid.
Those who were saved were all incredibly resilient and lucky...
The warriors of the Troll Death Guard have been enhanced by Azaran's blessing. This so-called blessing, or rather, bestowal, is actually a form of shadow infusion. These guys have quite high magic resistance, and most of them can survive injuries, suggesting that the power of shadow is extremely strange.
The village chief's son is still alive, and he's leading his able-bodied warriors in the rescue efforts...
Even so, the number of ordinary villagers who survived could be counted on two hands...
Aside from the thirteen Death Troll Shadow Throwers, the troll child who cursed, and the two or three troll women who survived, the rest of the survivors quickly died on the spot...
Almost none of the elderly were spared, and there were only two or three children among them.
Of the entire village, only eight ordinary trolls survived by sheer luck, plus thirteen who had been converted into Shadow Throwers, leaving only twenty-one survivors from the Shattered Spear tribe... Above the village, besides the green mist, there were also vengeful spirits and black smoke...
Lorraine's right eye was forced to absorb the agonizing souls of hundreds. The next second, a mercenary and a dwarf with the same faces as trolls were already standing in front of Lorraine... The two bandits, holding their scimitars, exchanged a surprised glance: "What are these? Undead?"
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