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Although it flies at an altitude of several hundred meters, it does not travel in a straight line, and it still has to avoid extreme weather such as thunderstorms and hurricanes, and sometimes it has to go around in a large circle to avoid the strange tornado belt.
So when they saw the vast coastline again, it was the middle of August in the twenty-third year of the Dark Gate, and they had been floating in the sky for more than half a month, but it was only a third of the time it took to travel from Stormwind to Theramore.
It seems that the ticket is still worth the money.
They crossed the coast and flew straight inland.
As we got farther and farther from the shore, looking down from the edge of the ship, a faint layer of fog began to cover the ground, which grew thicker and thicker, until at last it completely covered the earth, leaving only a gray darkness that could not be seen as far as the eye could see.
This is already the Tirisfa region, a forested place where evil spirits are said to be sleeping beneath the land.
Diego looked up and saw that the sun was still hanging high, but it couldn't dispel the thick haze below.
"These mists are said to be the work of the Royal Apothecary Guild of the Undercity, shielding them from the sun, making the Forsaken feel more comfortable, and acting as gaseous preservatives to make them rot less quickly.
They called it the canopy of the dead.
One goblin sailor explained that they never skimped on a little more patience with generous passengers, "Although these living dead are not afraid of the sun, that doesn't mean they like to bask in the sun, you know, most of these guys have been buried for a while before they wake up, and they may have enjoyed hiding under the surface." ” Although the joke was not very funny, the crowd burst into laughter.
In Azeroth, there is hardly a race that is friendly to the Forsaken.
Even as allies, Dezko and Bloodspear have little affection for the Forsaken, especially as a shaman, and in his opinion, these dead who should have been immortal, these twisted unnatural creatures, should not exist in this world at all.
That's when it happened.
The lookout, who was standing at the bow of the boat, suddenly shouted loudly.
"Slow down, slow down!
I see the airport, and if we don't slow down, we're going to hit it!"
The propeller propeller at the stern made a few muffled popping sounds.
Stopped.
The helmsman rotated the wheel so hard that the whole ship turned at a right angle of ninety degrees and turned sideways.
The boat glides forward by inertia, but the huge airbags provide enough wind resistance to drag the entire boat to a slow deceleration.
Diego looked in the direction of the lookout's finger.
Above the thick sea of haze.
A black minaret stands like an island.
A trestle with a sling tow extends from the wall of the tower a little lower than the spire.
Descending from the trestle, a staircase spirals around the tower and disappears into the mist below.
The airship was still gliding against the surface of the sea of mist, but it was so slow that it barely felt like it was moving forward.
With a slight collision, the airship came to a complete halt, its waist just pressed against the top of the plank.
Both the sailors and the passengers cheered for the perfect stop, and of course, they were probably cheering for the end of the boring long flight.
Under the procession of the captain and sailors.
Diego and his party, who had already packed their luggage, took their mounts from the pen and walked down the spiral staircase to the bottom of the tower.
To tell the truth, along the way, several people walked cautiously and fearfully.
Because this stone tower does not look stout, it can even be called slender technically.
The blackened planks of the spiral ladder covered with green moss, and clusters of fungus and matsutake mushrooms can be seen in some places, which look old.
The crunching sound of the people stepping on it, Diego had been worried about whether he would suddenly bring the plank down to the people.
Surprisingly, however.
Until they stepped on the ground, the spiral ladder did not break, not even a piece of wood slag fell from it.
"I bet this stone tower must have been cast some kind of solid spell.
Responsible for the weight of Kodomon alone to crush it.
Blood Spear couldn't help but say.
Standing under the stone tower, they looked around curiously.
From the ground, the fog here is not as thick as it looks from the air, the white sun hangs weakly in the sky, and the sunlight through the fog is cold, without any temperature.
Even if it was once poisoned by natural disasters and plagues.
But there were still dense pine forests and meadows, but most of the plants had been distorted by the plague, and looked yellow and dying, and many of the trees still had a sickly purple bark and their seeds were full of yellow-green pus.
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The black crow stood in the treetops, occasionally making an ominous call or two.
Some eerie dark shadows loomed in the woods, spying on the travelers emerging from the airport.
"These undead are different from the Forsaken, they are 'wild', their sanity has not awakened with flesh ~ body, their minds are only the instinctive desire for fresh flesh and blood, and from this point of view, they are not even as good as beasts.
Even the Forsaken often send out armies to clean up their wild counterparts.
An orc merchant who was in the same boat as them whispered.
He travels a lot between the Undercity and Orgrimmar, and is familiar with the conditions.
Diego glanced around the stone tower, and sure enough, some heavily armed Forsaken soldiers were vigilantly looking out over the jungle in the distance, guarding the airport.
"If I were you, I'd leave quickly, this is not a safe place, and at any time there may be undead who can't resist their bloodthirsty desires and try their luck here."
The orc merchant kindly persuaded him.
With that, he mounted the wolf and ran south.
He was already the last one of the passengers on the boat, except for Diego.
Through the mist, Diego saw a wide road leading into the distance beneath the hills.
"Let's go."
Diego whispered.
They mounted their mounts and ran off into the distance.
In fact, Diego is more aware of the dangers of this place than the orcs, because there are not only wild undead, but also wild beasts twisted and furious by the plague, rotten gnolls who steal graves, and more importantly, the Scarlet Abbey of the North is also entrenched in the Scarlet Crusaders, whether they are the Scourge or the Forsaken, who will be killed as long as they are undead.
Of course, humans like Diego who have been involved with the Forsaken are among them.
About an hour later, a towering wall suddenly appeared in front of them like a beast leaping out of the mist.
It was once the capital of the kingdom of Lordaeron, but now all that remains is ruins.
(To be continued.) )