A strange groan came from the office of the director of the Dark Blade Intelligence Bureau. After a moment, Nasa, who looked lazy, sat up from the bed and began to get dressed. On the scattered bed beside her, Maiev closed her eyes,
Lying like that, he didn't care that his perfect curves were exposed to the sunlight entering the room from outside the window.
She reached out and took out a slender cigarette for herself. She put on her shirt and her hand with a black ring reached over and lit the cigarette for her with a lighter emblazoned with the silver moon emblem, and in the smoke
While she was lingering, she asked in a strange and hoarse voice:
"I haven't asked yet...Why did you give that gun to Shandris? Or at this special moment."
"Isn't this just for you? You annoying little goblin..."
Nasa looked back at Maiev, she stretched out her finger and flicked Maiev's nose. This intimate gesture made the atmosphere between the two ambiguous again, but soon, Nasa's expression softened.
She stood up, leaned down, kissed Maiev on the cheek, and said:
"You don't want Shandris to ruin the lives of your brother and your nieces and nephews, so I can only find a way to keep General Yuyue, who is deeply in love with your brother, away from him. You see, the secret behind that weapon will
Let Shandris have no time to consider the personal relationship between her children for at least a few years. For a "hero" like her, the survival of the race and the world is more important than personal feelings."
Nasa's answer made Maiev roll her eyes. The former watcher lady leaned on the bedside, and the smoke made her expression a little blurry. After a moment, Maiev said softly:
"This is the last time I will intervene in their affairs. As for my childish brother and Shandris Yuyue, let them go as they develop. Anyway, the Shadowsong family already has successors... Wait until my
When my nieces and nephews grow up, I have to find a way to get in touch with them. I can't let Jarod train them. My naive brother will only train these children to be like him... Well, how should I put it?
Pedantic!"
"Then why not plan an action..."
Nasa, who was wearing underwear, rested her head on Maiev's flat belly. She turned to look at Maiev:
"With just one clean infiltration, I can bring your nieces and nephews back, and you and I will train them personally. Tyrande is not in Mount Hyjal. As far as I know, Illidan has also been running around recently.
, is planning something that only he knows, the defense of that place is very empty, we are very confident."
"No, no, at least not now."
Maiev played with Nasa's hair, as if she was asleep, and whispered:
"The Dark Blade Intelligence Bureau is part of the Dark Blade Legion. Now that we are about to implement several big plans, I can't spare the energy to take care of the children. Let's talk about it later."
"By the way, I just saw the message sent back by Marais. It is said that Jarod found Sera? Are they planning to rebuild the Watcher?"
Facing Maiev's question, Nasa blinked her eyes, stretched out her hand to play with Maiev's chest, and said:
"Yes, Serra Moon Guard! Your best student, my best senior, a weird guy who doesn't like to use war blades, but likes to use pyramids, a lucky guy who escaped the defeat battle, your
My brother plans to let her rebuild the Watchers, and then let her challenge you and me... How ridiculous!"
Maiev slapped Nasa's dishonest hand away, she let out a low laugh, then put out the half-burned cigarette in the ashtray, and said softly:
"If it's a challenge... then let them do it!"
"I am happy to see the inheritance of the Watchers continue to exist, and I am also happy to occasionally "teach" these younger generations... Okay, get dressed, Nasa, it's time to work... This time we are going to hunt.
A ‘big goal’.”
"Prophet... Velen!"
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Wherever justice goes, under the shadow of light, there is always evil gathering and dispersing. The two complement each other. Without either, the other will completely lose the meaning of existence.
For example, on the edge of the battlefield of Storm Cliff where the mortal coalition began to gain the upper hand, some guys who were not tolerated by civilization were hiding in those remote ravines, peeping at the world of order with eyes full of jealousy and hatred, and fantasizing about destruction.
The final arrival of the world, fantasizing about the complete collapse of the order that disgusts them!
However, most of the time, this is just a fantasy.
Under the constant strangulation of the Order undead, who are as ferocious and as sharp as hounds, the entire eastern continent and the continent of Kalimdor have no signs of Twilight Hammer activity, at least on the surface.
The Death Knights who splintered from the Blackblade are open-minded and accept any fellow travelers who are willing to take up arms against the cultists.
After several years of continuous hunting, this small organization has also slowly grown. Although it is not as big as the wither, it is still a role that cannot be ignored in today's civilized order. The Order
The Order is a neutral organization. They never participate in the wars between the Federation, the Empire and other forces. They have representatives in each force. Once there are cultists from the Twilight Hammer or other small forces, the Order will
will follow closely.
It seems that the meaning of their existence is just to fight these crazy cultists until there are no cultists left in the whole world.
The ogre Cho'gall, the only remaining big boss of the Twilight Hammer, is now overwhelmed by this group of death hounds. When the Silithus War entered the final stage, this Twilight Hammer's
The founder had a premonition of the defeat of C'Thun, the body of the valley. He led a group of elite cultists to leave that place of death in advance, traveled across the ocean, arrived in Northrend, and then recruited members along the way, and finally ended up east of the Storm Bridge.
New strongholds were established in the mountains to the south.
Because Yogg-Saron's power spreads all over Northrend, and there are no pesky Paladins here, the Twilight's Hammer developed very rapidly during that period of time, and once grew into a large organization with tens of thousands of people.
Organization, under the orders of Cho'gall, they continuously attacked the Bronzebeard Dwarves' stronghold in Storm Peaks. They also fanned flames among several local races that had hatred, causing the entire Storm Peaks to become chaotic like a battlefield.
But the good days ended soon. Muradin, the leader of the Bronzebeard dwarves, contacted the Order almost immediately after finding out what the Twilight Hammer had done. The arrival of the group of death hounds completely shattered the ancient
Garr's ambition to occupy the Storm Peaks, and those damn undead were frantically suppressing cultists throughout Northrend. From vrykul to yak people, any force or organization related to the Twilight's Hammer was captured by them.
Sweep it away with violence.
In just one year, the Twilight's Hammer, which had just begun to show some improvement, was knocked back to its prototype. It could only huddle on the edge of the Storm Cliffs, peeking at the Titan City of Ulduar... which is not only the holy land of all civilizations,
It is also a holy place for cultists. The power of the ancient god Yogg-Saron is spread throughout that city. As long as the cultists enter the city before the coalition forces, it will become the best stepping stone for the rise of the Twilight Hammer.
Therefore, recently, with the steady progress of the war in the Snow Flood Plain, the ogre Cho'gall also ordered all believers to stop all troublemaking activities and began to gather in the base camp. It seems that this rather wise ogre is planning to
Taking advantage of the confrontation between the mortal coalition and Loken, they rushed into Aldu'arli in one fell swoop.
There is nothing wrong with this idea, and it is very feasible. The only problem is... Cho'gall lacks high-end combat power. Once the raid plan is discovered by the mortal coalition forces, it will be difficult for the ragtag group of cultists to survive under the gunfire of the coalition forces.
, rush into Aldu'ulli.
And at this moment...an unknown piece of news, good or bad, reached the ears of the ogre Cho'gall.
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"Who am I talking about? You dared to contact me so boldly. (I guessed it was you. Only a cunning bastard like you could find this place.)"
In the remote mountainous area southeast of the Storm Peaks, this desolate and cold land is intolerable to the vrykul, but precisely because of its remoteness, it has become the best hiding place for cultists, just like Healy back then.
Like the Sousse Desert.
The two-headed ogre Cho'gall, wearing a huge cloak, stood in the storm and snow, his three eyes shining with different lights, and then used his unique "dual-channel" voice to speak to the man in black robes in front of him,
A man dressed like a compassionate priest said:
"Welcome back, Benedictus! (My brother!)"
As he spoke, the ogre pretended to raise his arms, as if he wanted to hug Benedictus in front of him, but before the ogre could get close, a cold light shone between him and Benedicta.
It suddenly lit up, and between the sharp edges that cut off the falling snow, Kanoz the Gluttonous Locust swung the amber folding knives on his arms, staring at the dangerous cannibal with a bloodthirsty and gloomy gaze.
magic.
The sudden appearance of the mantid also attracted Cho'gall's attention. As a senior cultist, Cho'gall could tell at a glance that the power flowing in this weird big bug came from the same source as the power of the ancient gods.
And he could feel that this big bug like a mantis was very powerful, at least stronger than the ragtag group of cultists under his command.
"Careful reaching out..."
The insect wings on the back of the gluttonous locust flapped, and they said in a strange common language:
"You look very plump and delicious, my friend..."
"This is... (Wouldn't you like to introduce this new friend? Benedictus?)"
The two-headed ogre put on a naive look. He looked at the silent Benedictus. He knew the gloomy thoughts of his companion better than anyone else. It was like an abyss shrouded in fog. No one could see through it.
His mind, and after the Battle of Silithus, Benedictus disappeared. Many people said that Benedictus was dead, but Gu'gall would not be so stupid...
He must have been looking for something else, and now, judging from this weird, powerful and strange insect that was guarding Benedictus, Benedictus must have found something.
Facing Gu'gall's inquiry, Benedictus showed a sarcastic smile under the hood that covered his face:
"Stop playing these tricks, let's talk straight to the point, Cho'gall, I want to enter Ulduar, and I know you also want to enter, so let's cooperate."
"Oh? (Why?)"
The two heads of the ogre showed doubts and vigilance at the same time, and he asked:
"Cooperation is not impossible. (But why should I believe it? How can I believe you?)"
"Trust? What good does this do to people like us?"
Benedictus said bluntly:
"I can lie here to make you trust me, but I can pierce your heart with a dagger in the blink of an eye... You see, trust is the biggest joke in the world! But if you really need one
The reason... then..."
The black bishop turned sideways, bowed slightly, and made a "please" gesture. The next moment, under the protection of four other heroes, his whole body was wrapped with black smoke-like energy, just like the Supreme Being wearing a piece of evil armor.
Korfan strolled out of the hiding place. The black and white energy wrapped around it made Cho'gall's three eyes narrow at this moment. Obviously, it was a mutant power of the ancient god, and it was extremely pure.
"The ancient venerable needs "nourishment"..."
Supreme Korvan stared at the ogre Cho'gall in front of him, and he whispered:
"Either you take us to a place where nutrients are piled up, or...you come and become the nutrients!"
"You! Do you want to regard Yogg-Saron as "prey"? (You arrogant bugs are crazy! Yogg-Saron will eat you clean, leaving no flesh and blood left!)"
Coul'gall immediately understood what these lunatics were planning to do. The ancient gods could devour each other. In the legend of the ancient gods, there would only be one mature ancient god who enjoyed the entire corrupted world... so the ancient gods could eat each other.
Gods may cooperate with each other, but they have not been friends since their birth!
"Death? With all due respect, that's the risk we need to face."
Benedictus said calmly:
"You just need to answer me, Cho'gall, are you willing to take us there, or do we kill you here and find a way to get there from your soul? Trust me, these new friends of mine, for souls.
..also very researched.”
For a cultist, facing the current situation, does he still need to make a choice?
Of course not!
The next moment, Cho'gall's face was filled with a flattering smile. He opened his arms to the mantids in front of him and said happily:
"Ah, welcome the ancient brothers to the Twilight's Hammer family! (Yes, we already have a plan to enter Ulduar, a very, very perfect plan...)"
"Let us share the glory of the Fall! (Let us share the Fallen Holy Land, Ulduar!)"
