Since the earthquake in Shadowmoon Valley, the climate of the entire Draenor world has become very weird, and the swampy Zangar Sea is a vivid example. This sea area surrounding the center of the continent is undergoing rapid changes.
During the period, the sea tides were beating endlessly and the climate was erratic, making the draenei living in this area miserable.
And in the evening, a silent army had already touched the feet of Teledor, the Draenei city in the swamp.
Luminas looked at the huge mushroom that carried the city. It was as quiet as a dead city. She looked back at the silent Rogelio and asked in a low voice:
"Why did Tyrion suddenly attack the Draenei? I thought we and they were allies against the demons."
"The Dark Blade Knights suffered heavy losses and are in urgent need of replenishing their troops. Looking at Draenor, besides the draenei, are there any other races that can be recruited?"
Rogelio's cold eyes under his helmet showed no movement, and he said in a deep voice:
"In Frostfire Ridge, isn't Yrel also hunting down the last orc warriors? It's obvious that Tyrion has made up his mind to unify this small world."
"He should have done this a long time ago!"
Rogge said something coldly. He raised his left hand. Behind him, the first wave of death knights riding on the undead dragon took off in the night and rushed towards the quiet Teledor, while the undead army also tore apart.
In the guise of night, they rushed towards the Draenei city.
But a few minutes later, Roger and Lumi received regrettable news.
"The draenei have escaped!"
Rogelio looked at the opened large tomb with an ugly expression. All the corpses inside had been evacuated, and the ancient bones were burned to ashes by the flames.
"Bang"
The death knight punched the stone wall next to him and said to Luminas unwillingly:
"The news must have been leaked in advance. They evacuated when they were fully prepared, and they even had time to deal with these corpses... Damn it! Didn't the scouts find any trace of the draenei leaving?"
Luminas shook her head. This sensitive young lady noticed something strange about the matter, but she did not say anything.
"We didn't send any scouts in Teledor. It's just a marginal battlefield. The main attack direction is on the Fallon Peninsula, where the Draenei's spaceships are all."
"Then tell Grokush and Serent that the Draenei have been prepared for our raid, and ask them to act carefully!"
After a while, Luminas's expression became even weirder.
"The war on the Fallon Peninsula is ongoing. As you expected, Grokush and Serent stepped into the trap of the Draenei. Velen loaded all the civilians into flying spaceships, including the
A large spaceship was also dragged into the sky by them, but the good news is that Serent used the Breath of Rukhmar to knock down a spaceship... The battle there is currently very tense."
"Also...the draenei's great defender Maraad led the paladins to raid the Black Temple!"
The young lady frowned and said in a deep voice:
"They took away the Skull of Gul'dan, and Myra is chasing them with the knights. This is not right, there is something wrong... I feel the atmosphere of conspiracy."
"They're going to run!"
Rogelio's eyes widened:
"I remember that there was a Draenei force stationed on the Hellfire Peninsula battlefield! Oops! They are going to open the Dark Portal, and they are going to escape to Azeroth! These bastards have already planned it!"
"We were deceived by them!"
Rogelio grabbed Luminas's wrist and said loudly:
"Inform Tyrion quickly! Don't let the draenei escape!"
Luminas shook her head, a glint flashed in her eyes, and she said playfully:
"Tyrion took Alleria to hunt the demigod Anzu! Speaking of which, don't you find it strange? Rogge, how could these bad things happen at the same time... Maybe, our great lord concealed it
So we did something.”
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"Hold the deck! Rescue the soldiers in the eco-ship!"
Prophet Velen stood on the deck of the immigration ship Exodar. He waved his staff and struck the ground with the scorching blade of holy light, igniting the undead that besieged Storm Fortress. In the sky of the Fallon Peninsula,
In the sky of the huge red crystal ship Storm Fortress, three Draenei warships have taken off.
On the ground below them, densely packed undead were frantically attacking the last battleship that crashed on the ground, an ecological ship used to maintain the ecosystem.
All the draenei warriors on the ecological ship were gathered together. They controlled the weapons on the ship and struggled to resist the undead invasion.
These despicable undead treacherously attacked them. Fortunately, the prophet discovered this in the prophecy of the future and transferred the civilians of Teledor to the spaceship Exodar in advance.
"Prophet! It can't be done!"
The projection of the draenei great technician Romul, the captain responsible for controlling the battle of the demon-free ship, appeared in front of the prophet, and he reported loudly:
"The flight system of the eco-ship is completely destroyed. I can't get it to take off again. We...we have to abandon the ship!"
"Then abandon ship!"
A trace of sadness flashed in the prophet's eyes, and he said in a deep voice:
"Teleport those warriors back to the Forbidden Demon Ship. Maraad has snatched the key to the Dark Door from the undead. Let's... let's get out of here!"
"But Storm Keep..."
"The Naaru Shield of the Storm Fortress has been opened. These undead can't defeat it. Three ships are used to pull it into the sky and make the Storm Fortress levitate. Romul, if we stay here, we will only be annihilated. The undead will be overwhelmed.
Coming!"
The prophet interrupted the great technician's plea. He took one last look at the storm fortress below, which was shrouded in a golden light curtain. He said with difficulty:
"Let's go! Only by luring away the undead can the Storm Fortress be truly safe... As for the eco-ship, we can't worry about that much now!"
"buzz buzz"
The light blue teleportation light beams lit up one after another on the deck of the ecological ship that was besieged by the undead. The trapped warriors were teleported back to the deck of the forbidden demon ship. Grokush was on the edge of the distant battlefield.
As he watched, three small Delaney spaceships hovered at the edge of the large spaceship Storm Fortress, using a device similar to a suspension force field to "lift" the large spaceship wrapped in golden light into the air.
It is suspended in the sky, like the golden sun at dusk. Unfortunately, this is the largest immigration ship of the Draenei. It is equipped with a twisted space inside and can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people. The magic spacecraft has completely lost its power.
Unable to follow the remaining three ships to evacuate Draenor, they can only stay in a safe zone in this way.
"They think it's safe?"
Serent smiled ferociously and aimed the golden Breath of Rukhmar at the Storm Fortress in the sky. Although the sunlight at dusk was not bright enough, the arakkoa's energy weapon could still burst out with endless power, and just as he
When he was about to activate this war weapon, he was stopped by Grokush.
The old orc reached out and grabbed the elf's wrist. He looked at the three Draenei spaceships flying towards Hellfire Peninsula in the sky. The death knight said meaningfully:
"The war between the Dark Blade and the Draenei is over."
"But it's obviously still..."
Serent wanted to refute, but was interrupted again by Grokush. The old orc lowered his voice:
"Haven't you noticed yet? This coincidental time, the plan that was suddenly put on the table, and this unreasonable distribution of troops. If the draenei are really going to be exterminated, do you think there will only be four death lords in command?
Action? He and Saurfang are the only two of us who can confront Velen head-on, right?"
"Saurfang didn't receive the order at all..."
Hearing what Grokush said, Serent suddenly woke up. He looked at the old orc, and looked at the Draenei spaceship that had been occupied by the undead with some disbelief.
"Is this...is this?"
"Shhh"
Blackhand made a silent movement to his companion, and he laughed strangely:
"Just know it yourself. Don't say it. It's just a dirty deal. It seems that the Holy Light Prophet is not that stubborn."
"Okay, let's clean up the battlefield."
Grokush patted Serent on the shoulder:
"Let's go see that ship. It belongs to us."
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Below the Black Temple, on the ground leading to the Dark Portal, a group of heavily armed Draenei are riding on tall thunder elephants and advancing rapidly. This is an absolutely elite force. They were replaced 4 days ago.
We have arrived at the battlefield of Hellfire Peninsula, and now, in the darkness that is about to fall into the night, led by Grand Guard Officer Maraad, they charge towards the Dark Portal.
The Grand Vindicator's face was a little pale. He held a small box tightly in his arms and looked back at the sky behind him from time to time. He took the risk and rushed into the Dark Temple, knocking over many death knights before grabbing this precious thing.
On the way back, he encountered a difficult Blood Lord and had to drink almost a quarter of his blood before he could barely defeat him.
"Let's go!"
Maraad waved the whip in his hand to make the Thunder Elephant run faster. In front of his eyes, the ruins of the destroyed Dark Portal appeared, which made the Grand Vindicator feel a little relieved.
"If the prophet hadn't predicted the Dark Blade Knight's raid in advance..."
There was a trace of fear in the heart of the high defense officer. Who would have thought that the undead who were fighting side by side 10 days ago would suddenly turn their backs and attack the gathering place of the draenei across the board. After receiving the news from the Falalon Peninsula, the generals
The defense officer was extremely happy.
The prophet has already made a judgment that the world of Draenor cannot stay. They must leave this world and enter Azeroth before the undead encircle them...
Speaking of Azeroth, Maraad thought of the alliance's advance troops not long ago. The human warrior named Danas invited him to travel to Azeroth. Unexpectedly, it would only be 2 months.
, he is about to go to Azeroth as a fugitive.
"Fate is really unpredictable..."
A helpless smile flashed across the face of the Grand Defender. It was a great joy to defeat the devil, but what followed was a damn nightmare. Standing in front of the Dark Portal, he desperately grabbed the Gur in his hand.
The Pill Skull was handed to the Draenei mage beside him.
"Idiran, you are the most skilled mage among the draenei."
Maraad looked at the Draenei woman wearing a sacrificial robe in front of him, and he said seriously: "Now, the fate of the race is in your hands!"
"Go, open the door of darkness, let's leave this damn world!"
The priest named Idiran looked at the world that had lived for 200 years behind her with some sadness, and she whispered:
"Grand Vindicator, can we...can we come back?"
This question caused the surrounding Draenei paladins to fall silent, while the Grand Advocate looked at the direction of the Fallon Peninsula, his eyes flashed with identification, and he said in a deep voice:
"Our people are still there, we will definitely come back, we... we must come back!"
While the Draenei were busy trying to open the Dark Portal, on the platform at the edge of the Dark Temple, Blood Lord Myra yawned in boredom, and in the spiritual link, she looked at what was hidden inside the Dark Temple.
Tyrion said:
"These Draenei are so slow to escape. It makes me want to help them..."
"Keep an eye on them, Myra. When the Dark Door opens, it's time to start the second phase of this scene."
On the top platform of the Dark Temple, Tyrion ended his communication with Myra and turned to look at the Crow God Anzu. The latter's huge body stood on the platform, occupying one-third of the position, but it was difficult to see
Coming out, the old demigod was a little nervous at this time.
"Can the Emerald Dream of Azeroth really save Rukhmar?"
Ansu stared at Tyrion closely and said incoherently:
"You promised me! You can't lie to me!"
"Oh my God!"
Tyrion rubbed his forehead with a headache:
"You have asked this question 43 times... What do you want me to say so that you can believe me? When you go there, you will be able to see the truth for yourself... But if you are in this anxious state,
You may not be able to deceive those insidious wilderness demigods. You have to know that each of them will live more than three times longer than you."
"Cheating? Yes, cheating!"
Ansu croaked twice: "Deception is my old profession, I will do it well, and for Rukhma, I will do it well!"
"That's good, relax. My friend, you see, I've even gone on stage to help you act..."
Tyrion shrugged, looked at Anzu, and after a moment, he whispered:
"By the way, after you gain a foothold there, remember to find some down-and-out druids with dark hearts... I need them to help me do something."
"Quack"
The Crow God made an unpleasant cry. It stared at Tyrion and flapped its stubby wings:
