On the snowy mountains of Khaz Modan, Tyrion stood in the night, overlooking the dwarf cities in the distant mountains. Yellow fires could be seen in the bastions built on the outskirts of the snowy mountains. In the dark and cold night,
Like a torch lighting up in the snowy mountains.
Ironforge, the city of the Bronzebeard dwarves, is also one of the most important cities in the history of the dwarves. It is the center of those short civilizations. As long as this place is conquered, the entire southern border of the continent will be undefendable and will completely fall.
In the hands of the surging undead.
But the Dark Blade King and his lords stood on the battlefield where the next war was about to break out, and they were discussing things thousands of miles away. The assassin Crow, who was leaning against a cedar tree, said in his sharp voice:
"The forest elves launched an unprecedented massacre in Stranglethorn Vale. In three days, more than 10,000 trolls and goblins died in their hands... They almost killed everyone who could move in the entire southern part of Stranglethorn Vale.
Humanoid creatures, Your Majesty, I now seriously doubt whether those elves can control those forest elves who have begun to indulge themselves... You also know that creatures like forest elves are intelligent but lack reason. They have a certain kind of ethos engraved in their bones.
crazy."
"Why control?"
Tyrion asked calmly:
"Do the life and death of trolls and goblins matter to me? Trolls are difficult to transform into the warriors I need, and goblins, they are not warriors at all, meaningless things, why should I pay attention to them?
"
"Dark Town is connected to Stranglethorn Vale. I think Mr. Crow is worried about the order in the Defias Federal District, which has been stabilized with great difficulty."
Yrel then said:
"Once the crazy forest elf rushes into the Dusk Forest uncontrollably, it will definitely affect your plan."
"They won't."
Tyrion shook his fingers:
"The seed of Draenor knows very well what it means for his creation to be out of control. It is very smart. You must have confidence in it. Moreover, it is not a bad thing that the forest elves are wreaking havoc in Stranglethorn Vale. Those hidden
The guy who hides his head and tail in the dense forest will definitely show his flaws under such pressure. This is what I want. For some things, I don't want to wait any longer."
"Too many problems, so little time...it's really a shame."
As he spoke, the Dark Blade King seemed to have lost interest in the night scene of Khaz Modan in front of him. He turned back, looked at the silent Death Lord Rogelio behind him, and asked:
"I want to know your progress."
Rogge, who was as silent as ice, nodded stiffly, and this death knight who almost never took off his helmet said:
"B Company is already in place. Grokush has gone to Grim Batol in person. The fleet commanded by Lumi is hidden among the reefs in the wetlands. Two legions are deployed in the deserted land, led by Saurfang and Salem.
Special command, the last is the frontal battlefield, which is also the battlefield with the smallest number of people... After all, we will not attack from the front, we are just luring the enemy."
"How many days will it take?"
Tyrion asked bluntly, Rogelio's fingers jumped and he drew a number:
"A week at most!"
He paused, glanced at Tyrion's expression, and said softly:
"At that time, as long as you give an order, the entire Khaz Modan will become the cruelest battlefield, and the dwarves will also know that their turtle shells cannot protect them."
Tyrion nodded, seemingly satisfied with this arrangement. Finally, he looked back to the northwest of Khaz Modan and asked again:
"Where's Ella?"
"She went to New Artisan Town, and she will be solely responsible for the dwarf problem."
Yrel responded:
"But I don't really understand, Your Majesty, dwarfs are not suitable to be warriors, and their personalities are also very weird. Why do you pay so much attention to those short, clever people?"
"It's very simple. My Yrel, magic, holy light, and even evil energy are majestic and powerful, but they are destined to only belong to a few people. They are not worth relying on."
Tyrion smiled in the darkness:
"But in the hands of the dwarfs, they hold a power that has been ignored in this world. In my eyes, that is the power that is truly worth relying on. Delaney once had this kind of collective power. Unfortunately, you have turned to individuals.
It’s such a shame that it’s so powerful.”
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Thousands of miles away in the Valley of Thorns, the real situation is actually more terrifying than the crow's understatement.
Both sides of the road from South Stranglethorn Vale to North Stranglethorn Vale are now covered with wildly growing black vines. Those vines are covered with ferocious barbs, and under some new vines, there are still buried vines that have not been completely covered by plants.
The horrific scene of "digested" corpses has spread to the Treasure Bay in Northern Stranglethorn Vale, frightening the merchants hiding in the goblin cities.
Although for some reason, the murderous forest elves have not yet rushed into the Northern Stranglethorn Valley, but in the coastal area of the Northern Stranglethorn Valley, the oil pumps that were running day and night have been quietly stopped by the goblins.
And according to the gossip circulating in Booty Bay, these oil pumps will soon be packed up and sent to Kalimdor. It is said that because of this, the rich man Revegaz has lost his temper for a whole day, but it is not
Knowing why, he finally chose to surrender to those forest elves.
"The trolls are all on the run! Patriarch, we should pursue the victory!"
While wiping the blood stains on his wooden spear, the elder forest elf made a spiritual connection and suggested to the harvest wizard Alter, who was resting in the forest with his eyes closed: "We can activate more forests, and we can even activate more forests."
Release the swarm! Let the villains who destroy nature have no way to escape!"
"No!"
Alter rejected this suggestion. When he was not killing, the expression of the Harvest Wizard was very peaceful, just like those old priests who preached the Holy Light. He opened his eyes, prayed sincerely to nature, and then
After washing himself in the river not far away and picking some wild fruits to fill his stomach, he said to the elder Lin Jing:
"You have been immersed in killing. You have forgotten the doctrine of the Wither. Violence is not the end, but the means. The balance between life and death cannot be destroyed. If you cannot control your desire to kill, then I will get rid of you with my own hands.
You! Because your excessive killing is destroying this balance!"
"The lives of trolls and goblins are ugly, but they are also part of the cycle. Even the forest itself, when it is too lush, will always have a fire fall from the sky to restore the cycle!"
Harvest Wizard Alter took a deep breath and said with compassion:
"Remember! We who maintain balance cannot be misled by personal emotions. Balance, balance is the most important thing. Punishment has been given. Enough people have died. From today on, those captured prisoners cannot be killed.
, we have to teach them the true meaning of balance, we have to absorb them... and make them one of us."
The elder of the forest elf was somewhat reluctant, but thinking of the natural will he heard in the holy land of Draenor, the stubborn but simple leader of the forest elf finally nodded. Countless failures in the past have taught Lin that
Jing, you must learn to be patient in the truly great undertaking of using the power of plants to reshape the world.
The forest elf elder, whose whole body was composed of plants, sat cross-legged on the ground, listening to the Druid talking about some principles of natural balance. Soon he was immersed in it wholeheartedly, but this calmness did not last long, and he was interrupted by a man.
The young forest elf who hurried over on a wild raptor interrupted.
This young forest elf who had just been born from the forest of Stranglethorn Valley could not speak Common Language yet. He could only use gestures and mental links to describe what they had just discovered to his elders.
After hearing this, Elder Lin Jing was also very shocked. He hurriedly reported to the Harvest Wizard:
"My people discovered a city in the deepest valley of the forest! A city of trolls... A huge stone city like the Dark Temple, located at the foot of the mountain, filled with trolls!"
"Um?"
The high-level druid who had traveled around the world frowned. He thought of some legends about trolls. After a moment, he stood up and followed the forest elf quickly to the south, which was already mostly occupied by the wither.
Deep in the Valley of Thorns.
In ancient times, before the world was divided, the Zandalari trolls, the wisest and most powerful among the trolls, ruled most of the world. The troll empire in the ancient times was very powerful, and its strength far exceeded
Of any race and civilization in the world, this troll empire has defeated the powerful Aqir empire head-on, and completely defeated that terrible empire.
The Qiraji, who abandoned their armor and armor against the night elves 1,000 years ago, were only one-third of the remaining civilization of the Aqir empire. And the most terrible thing is that even such night elves are still in the current Aqir empire.
In the world of Xerath, there is no single most powerful mortal force.
It can be seen from this point that in fact, the seemingly gorgeous magical civilization of Azeroth has been in decline... Not only did this civilization not become stronger with the passage of time, on the contrary, its overall strength
It has been declining over time, but the fantasy and beauty on the surface cover up this cruel fact.
The former Zandalari Troll Empire's rule over the world declined after defeating the Aqir Empire. It was not until the world split ten thousand years ago that the Zandalari Troll Empire established cities all over the world.
, and therefore lost contact with the empire headquarters. For ten thousand years, although the Zandalari trolls still tried to contact them, the geographical divisions caused these cities to break away from the empire's rule as expected.
Zul'Gurub in Stranglethorn Vale is such a city. It was once the pearl of the Zandalari Empire, but now it is ruled by the Gurubashi Trolls and has become the last refuge for the barbaric troll tribes of Stranglethorn Vale.
Place.
"Those tree people, those plants, they are trying to surround us, they want to kill us all!"
Mandokir, the blood lord of the troll city Zul'Gurub, was riding on his blood-red velociraptor. He looked at the forests outside Zul'Gurub. Those forests that were originally allowed to be claimed by the trolls were no longer
It was once so peaceful, but with the arrival of the escapees, a horrifying news spread in this glorious ancient city.
Plants have souls, and they begin to take revenge on those who have harmed them. Now, the huge figures moving nervously in the jungle prove this nonsense rumor, but as a hereditary noble of Zul'Grabri, Blood
The lord does not believe that these forests "came alive" on their own, and there must be a force behind them driving them.
"What was the outcome of the discussion among the priests?"
The Blood Lord looked at the guards beside him. The tall troll reached out and stroked his wooden mask. The mask was covered with Gurubashi troll battle paint. He said to his lord angrily:
"Priest Ye'krik said he would summon the Night Lords and let the power of Loa the Bat defend Zul'Gurub, but he was reviled by other priests. They quarreled and fought to win the opportunity for the Loa they believed in to fight...
The sacrifices are decreasing every year, and I can't see the possibility of them uniting... But the magician Jindu put forward another opinion... He said that the only way to stop the massacre of plants is to summon the soul-stealing soul.
Who...haka!"
"Jindu, that guy is indeed connected with those exiled Haleka lunatics."
Blood Lord Mandokir sneered a few times. He looked back with some frustration at the increasingly sneaky forest. He drove the raptor and turned around to leave the city wall:
"It doesn't matter. When destruction comes to us, those priests will always come up with a way. If they can't come up with it, it's not impossible for everyone to die together in Zul'Gurub."
"Lord, there is another bad news."
The troll guard following the Blood Lord secretly glanced at the Lord's expression before speaking:
"Sen'jin took his clan and secretly left Zul'Gurub this afternoon. He said that there is no hope in Stranglethorn Valley, and Bwonsamdi guided him to his new homeland in his dream."
"Dark Spear?"
The Blood Lord's figure shook, and after a moment, he said in a dry voice:
"Did even Darkspear, who was always full of affection for his hometown, leave us at this time? And Bwonsamdi, why didn't I know that the followers of Loa, the god of death, actually appeared again after disappearing for many years?"
"Well, Lord, in fact, many escapees in Zul'Grabri have turned their faith to Bwonsamdi... and most of them have signed soul contracts with Bwonsamdi."
The troll guard hesitated for a moment and did not dare to take out the emblem of the Death God Loa in his hand, but in fact, he himself had offered it to Bwonsamdi, the Death God, who suddenly became active when this disaster came a few days ago.
own loyalty and sacrifice.
"So, Bwonsamdi has the ability to help them survive this disaster?"
The Blood Lord suddenly asked, startling the troll guard. After a moment, the loyal guard whispered:
"The priests of Bwonsamdi promised those believers that as long as they offered sacrifices and loyalty to the god of death, the spreading shadow would not swallow their souls... He also said, and said... Zul'Gurub
The end of the evil god is coming, and Haka will soon drown in his own poisonous blood."
"Aha."
A hint of amusement flashed in the eyes under the Blood Lord's mask:
"The God of Death, who has been forgotten by us for a long time, suddenly became active. He also played a guest role as a prophet at this time. Haha, this thing is getting more and more interesting."
