"Go straight ahead along this road, climb over the mountain corridor, and then go around the Devil's Mine and you will see the peak where the Devil's Fortress is located.

That will be the main battlefield tomorrow. Prepare all the magic weapons brought from the academy and give this to you."

At the exit of Evermore Woods, Blake looked at the trio of warlocks who had just been summoned, threw the Skull of Gul'dan they were playing with, and said:

"The evil barrier that suppresses Agona is presided over by Sachiel, and the three of you will be his assistants. You don't need to fight, the demon hunters will take care of it.

Watch carefully, don't kill anyone."

"Okay, Captain, leave it to us, Captain."

Zarak reached out and took the Skull of Gul'dan, placed it in his hand and rubbed it very preciously. After finishing this, the giant magician glanced to the left, with a flattering evil eye in his hand, and he was holding the Heart of Gul'dan in his hand. Spell shield, and a pendant made by the Eye of Gul'dan hangs on Kanrisad's arm on the right.

Good guy!

The "Gul'dan three-piece set" has been collected by the three of them.

And now the three of them have to take the legacy left by the most powerful warlock in Draenor to deal with a demigod demon from the Burning Legion who Gul'dan served in Gul'dan's home world.

Just saying this makes people feel a subtle sense of fate.

"You bring the apprentices from the academy with you."

Blake held his pipe in his mouth and instructed again:

"Let them camp tonight in the area between the Alpine Corridor and Goron Canyon, and let these new warlocks feel what it feels like to be surrounded by demons.

Don't worry about security issues.

I will send a group of hunters from the Mok'Nathal clan to serve as your guides and to protect you secretly. If you are really unfortunate enough to be attacked by a demon, don't be merciful and whip them hard.

Once the plan is exposed, it will be exposed. At worst, Agona will be killed by force. Anyway, that is what the demon hunters planned.

The students can't cause problems in our hands. Of course, it doesn't matter if they seek death themselves. Let them go. After all, accidents cannot be avoided in the life of a warlock.

And the chicks always have to learn to fly high."

"Okay, Captain."

The evil eye has returned to his hometown again. The one-eyed dragon warlock will be very excited and nod his head again and again.

However, as a member of the Bleeding Circle clan, he had been active in the Tanaan Jungle before and had rarely been to Gorgrond. Before setting off, he glanced at the map, frowned and asked in a low voice:

“Captain, there’s something wrong with this road!”

"What's wrong?"

The pirate rolled his eyes and asked:

"Isn't this the shortest route to the goal?"

"It's the shortest, but you have to pass through five large demon-casting camps along the way..."

Xie Yan said carefully:

"Let me declare in advance that I'm not afraid, Captain. Let alone five camps full of demons. As long as you point me in the direction, I won't frown even if you go to the headquarters of the Burning Legion.

But the problem is, we have students with us this time. They are a bunch of noobs who can't even summon the Demon Guards. You also said that we have to be responsible for the students.

Do you want to take another route?"

"There's no need to change. You can go boldly. I've made all the arrangements."

Blake waved his hand and said:

"It'll be okay, trust me."

"???"

The pirate's answer made the three warlocks look at each other and not dare to say more.

I had only heard of arranging one's own people before, but now the captain can even "arrange" hostile demons. Isn't this amazing?

Or is it that the captain came to them this time because he was not satisfied with this group of students, so he planned to use the hands of the devil to bury them all in the wilderness of Gorgrond, and then take this opportunity to recruit a new group?

No way?

The three warlocks communicated with their five eyes, and they "discussed" this issue fiercely. Although the captain was famous for having no bottom line, he shouldn't be able to do this kind of thing, right?

"I feel like you're thinking of something very rude."

The stinky pirate noticed the eye contact between the three guys.

Good guy, those eyes colliding with each other were sparks in the air. He took off his pipe and said something conspiratorially.

The three warlocks were horrified, and hurriedly said goodbye in a flattering manner, then turned around and called to the warlock apprentices who were temporarily divided into three teams to set off with them.

The Moknasa clan provided a sufficient number of wolves as mounts. Due to the raging demons, almost all the beasts in Gorgrond gathered in the Evergreen Woodland. There is absolutely no shortage of beasts here.

Rexxar even gifted a team of ferocious wyverns as mounts for the mentors.

After the three warlocks set off on their flying dragons, shouting and shouting, and protected the apprentices, Old Man Sachiel slowly walked over, surrounded by a group of female apprentices.

Black made a "secret conversation" gesture to the initiate, and the two walked aside. The stinky pirate squinted at the other group of warlocks still remaining in Evergreen Wood.

He whispered:

"What are these warlocks from Dalaran doing here? I didn't invite them, but you brought them here? Do you want to use them as cannon fodder? Okay, sir,

Last time I saw you flirting with a group of Dalaran warlocks, are you planning to change jobs?

Or do I have to get two salaries?"

"Stop talking nonsense!

Old man Saqir snorted in displeasure, and he held up the sinewy sickle and said:

"It was you who told me that there were demons loyal to Archimonde in Draenor that made me run here. Please tell me where they are? After taking care of Argona,

I'm going to do something bad to entertain myself.

As long as I meet those guys who are related to Archimonde, I will definitely kill them all for free."

"The demons of the Defiler faction have been pushed to Frostfire Ridge. I have sent a group of Nagas to work there. You can go find them."

Blake explained and asked again:

"It's your turn to tell me what these warlocks from Dalaran are doing here?"

"I said they came to help on their own initiative, do you believe it?"

There were sparks in Thaqir's eyes, and he whispered something. Blake was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said:

"A group of warlocks came to help another group of warlocks. Do you believe this? Who of the serious warlocks came to help their fellow warlocks? I can tell with my heels that they have ulterior motives.

But I really can't imagine what they can find in this place?

Are you planning to raid here to capture a group of elite demons and raise them back? No way? Although Dalaran doesn’t value the Warlock School, there’s no need to go so far as to not even approve the Soul Stone?”

"You really have had too many good times and have forgotten the miserable life of ordinary warlocks. You are really not down to earth at all, Black.

Do you really think other warlocks live as comfortably as you do?

Before Dalaran and Quel'Thalas and we gave them a way out, these guys were just rats hanging out in the sewers.

What good knowledge can you expect them to dig out of the trash?”

Thakir sarcastically said:

"You have Archimonde's magic in your hand to learn. The warlocks under your demon have almost got the knowledge inherited by the best warlocks because of you, and even the forbidden knowledge of entering the void from the shadows.

The warlocks of Quel'Thalas also have their own set of magic. Although it is not well known, the palace research originating from the Azshara era can be considered a comprehensive spellcasting system.

Not to mention Suramar, the inheritance of the Elf Empire of Yi Shui makes me a little greedy.

But what do Dalaran warlocks have?

Their leaders were all self-taught by picking up several grimoires during the war.

Their students are all the ones left after you have selected them. Although the six-person council has given them authority, they know that what they have is not a system at all.

As for what they are doing in Draenor this time... Haha, I don’t believe you don’t understand.”

The old man made a gesture that he no longer wanted to play charades with Black. He turned around and walked towards his apprentices, and asked an elf apprentice to drive up the magic carpet and fly towards the demon hunter.

After Thal'kiel also left, Black glanced behind him and happened to meet the leader of the Dalaran warlocks, a dark-haired human with a gloomy face.

"Black Claw" Galdes also turned his head and looked over.

When he saw Black's eyes, Black Claw lowered his head in respect.

This humility satisfied Black, and the pirate picked up his pipe, waved to him, and motioned for him to come over.

"Tell me, our warlock apprentices at Na'thalas Academy are going to take exams every week. Why are you guys from Dalaran following us here?"

Blake blew out a smoke ring and asked as if chatting:

"Don't tell me that the six-person council sent you to help, and don't blame me for speaking directly. If they really wanted to help, they shouldn't have sent you. Instead, they sent at least one archmage to bring the battle mages."

"For warlocks, speaking directly shows that you don't treat us as outsiders. This is our honor, master."

Black Claw showed a sinister smile. It was obvious that he wanted to say some flattering words to the three academicians to flatter them, but he obviously couldn't practice enough and he couldn't lose face.

It was so embarrassing that I could only say a casual remark.
To be continued...