"What did you say?! The road for the troops to move north is blocked?!"
In Stonard's headquarters, Fenris suddenly became furious when he heard the scout's report.
Stonard means "conquer" in the orc language, and the name of this military camp was also given by Fenris.
Whether it was under the control of Black Hand or Orgrim, the old tribe seemed to have a deep defense against the Thunder King, Warsong, and Shattered Hand clans. In addition to a small amount of supplies sent back to the original world and news of victory, there were very few
Will rarely send valuable information.
So many years after the war started, the orcs in the Dark Portal had no idea what the world of Azeroth was like. After the Dark Portal was restarted, the orcs wanted to start a war with the Alliance again, but they actually needed the black dragon to share Azeroth.
Russ information.
Fenris was always a little wary of the black dragons that came forward to cooperate. This group of powerful beings from another world made him particularly vigilant.
However, until now, the cooperation has not only provided correct geographical information, but also provided many other aids to the orcs, such as spending a lot of money to buy war supplies. This really makes Fenris confused.
The former guardian of one world takes the initiative to help people in another world attack his own world, and is even more proactive than the other world. What kind of spirit is this?
"We can only reach the core of the alliance by digging a road to the north. We cannot eliminate all enemies by just circling in the south."
Fenris said this after losing his temper, but Grom said it indifferently.
"No matter which way he hits, as long as he is an enemy, I can tear him to pieces!"
The Great Wolf Lord gave Grom a vague look and said nothing. In name, he was the leader of the march, but he could not command Grom.
Although they all surrendered to Ner'zhul who showed absolute power at the ks Hag Festival, they have not yet distinguished themselves from each other. Grom does not obey Fenris, he only obeys Ner'zhul.
The order did not cause trouble for Fenris.
If other people disobey management like this, Fenris will definitely defeat them through a game of Maggora, but the problem is that he is not sure that he can defeat Grom.
The depressed Fenris could only lead his troops to check the blockage of the road first. After walking in the swamp for three days, he arrived at the intersection of Redridge Mountain from Stonard. After arriving there, Fenris was severely damaged by the two kilometers long.
There was a sad look on his face.
With nothing to do, he finally settled in the town of Marshpaddle, where he met Sabellian and Silver Jar.
"Adjutant Sabellian, the red dragon used magic to block the road. Can the black dragon use magic to open the road again?"
Fenris' question made Sabellian almost laugh, but unfortunately the smile was not a happy one.
"If it were more than 10,000 years ago, I might be able to give it a try, but now...can I make the road condition worse?"
Sabellian didn't have the nerve to say it directly. The damage to the road had nothing to do with magic. The bombs that Dragon's Breath could do could also do it. If the rugged road could be repaired to be smooth and smooth, then that would be called magic.
Of course, if you want to use dragon breath to blow up the roadblock, the black dragon will still have no problem. But it was a masterpiece that the four red dragons spent more than an hour completing. If you want to clear the road into a state that is enough for a large army to march, you must at least
Two black dragons spend a day.
There's no way around it, required transformation is always much more difficult than unburdened destruction.
But with the current situation of the Black Dragon Legion, it is a big problem to mobilize two strong adult dragons. Not to mention that the Black Dragon Legion also has its own plan. How can it be possible to leave two adult dragons here and waste a day?
The black dragons more than 10,000 years ago did not give up guarding the earth. At that time, they had the ability to transform the terrain. With Deathwing's madness, the black dragons also lost this power. Now they can only "negatively transform" the terrain.
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"Is there really nothing we can do?"
Fenris asked unwillingly. Fenris remembered the topographic map that the black dragon gave them very clearly. As an excellent commander, he knew how much trouble it would be to change the route to the west and then take a detour to the north.
"Sorry, the black dragon can't do anything. Why don't you ask your omnipotent chief? And soon I won't be able to stay here anymore. I have other things to do..."
"Your Excellency Saberian, what should we do about our cooperation?!"
Silver Can, who had been silent until now, shouted in a sharp voice. Saberian, who was interrupted, and Fenris, who was disturbed, both stared at Silver Can with murderous eyes.
Yin Guan instantly felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, and he took two steps back and sat on the ground. However, even though he wanted to become the Trade Prince, he still longed for an accurate answer from Sabellian.
Sabellian felt a twinge of disgust in his heart. If the Black Dragon King hadn't given an order not to allow any extraneous matters to arise, he would have really wanted to burn this nasty guy who wanted money rather than his life to ashes with a breath of fire.
Both of them ignored the silver pot and continued talking.
"Your Warchief Ner'zhul is planning a greater military operation with our Dragon King. I have received orders to take Talon Gorefiend out to prepare for that military operation."
"I will ask Warchief Ner'zhul for advice, but after creating that blizzard, Warchief returned to the Dark Portal. Before going back, he asked me for some guides. I really don't understand how good Warchief is.
What are you doing in Frostfire Ridge?"
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Inside the Dark Portal, in a ruins on the Frostfire Ridge Plateau in the orc world, Ner'zhul stood on top of a huge skeleton, holding an orc warlock in one hand, and pulling it from the warlock's seven orifices with the other hand.
Fluorescent green evil energy is extracted from it.
Ner'zhul was once the greatest shaman. After being bewitched by the eredar demon through the Twisting Nether, he briefly worked as a warlock for a while. Now he holds the Eye of Dalaran in his hand and possesses the purest arcane magic.
This wonderful experience caused huge changes in Ner'zhul's body. At this moment, he seemed to have grasped the truth of the world. The things that once made him awe, fear and regret are now completely under his control.
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As for the unlucky warlock in Ner'zhul's hands, I never imagined that he would one day be drained of his power by someone else.
The warlock lost all signs of life and was thrown aside. Ner'zhul's fingers clasped tightly to compress the evil energy, and then it turned into a bright aqua blue under the horrified eyes of Talon Blood Demon!
Arcane energy seeped into Ner'zhul's body from the palm of his hand. Many blue light spots flashed across the skin of his arm, and a comfortable breathing sound came from Ner'zhul's mouth.
Then Ner'zhul pressed his hands down, releasing arcane energy from his hands towards the ruins at Ner'zhul's feet.
"Great Chief, do you still want to implement that plan now?"
Talon Gorefiend asked as lowly as possible. Now he found that he could not understand Ner'zhul more and more.
"Of course, our ultimate goal has not changed. I'm just fine-tuning the details so that we can leave more decently."
Ner'zhul said with a smile. He was thinner than when he was depressed before. The skin near his lips was shrunken. Together with the tattoos on his face, from the perspective of Talon Gorefiend, he looked like a real skeleton.
, a moving skeleton.
"Fenris and Grom's troops have entered the Swamp of Sorrows now, right?"
"Yes, according to your instructions, they have built a military camp in the Swamp of Sorrows."
"Haha, Fenris' ability is worthy of recognition. Letting him be my thug is always better than killing him."
Ner'zhul said "kindly", and Talon Gorefiend finally couldn't help but ask another question.
"I don't understand, since our plan is to leave here, why are you so keen on war?"
"I must be keen on war. Otherwise Grom and Fenris will not cooperate with our plan. The orcs should not be internally conflicted. We must project more power to the battlefield to attract the attention of those alliances so that they
There will be no time to hinder us."
When he said this, Nerozer treasured the Eye of Dalaran hanging around his neck even more. With the Eye of Dalaran, he could briefly see the future.
He saw another style of his own behavior. On that line, he disclosed his plan to other tribes, but was strongly opposed by Fenris. In order to maintain his authority, he could only take the lead in internal fighting and kill Fenris. The Thunder King clan
It also declined because of this.
Without the help of the Thunder King clan, the orc tribe was unable to contain the alliance, and its own plans were disrupted by the alliance.
Talon Blood Demon is still very accepting of this statement, but his doubts have not been completely solved.
"But among the three major clans, you have kept Kargas, the most cruel and bloodthirsty one. Do you trust him more than Fenris?"
Ner'zhul smiled and nodded.
"It's true that Kargath is cruel and murderous, but he is actually very calm and has a very good brain. Do you see how he dealt with those arakkoa? This guy is very flexible in doing things. He will figure it out and stand on our side.
of."
After listening to Ner'zhul's words and thinking about Kargath's trick to deceive the arakkoa race in the south, Talon Bloodfiend was finally convinced.
"As long as your original intention remains unchanged, I hope our plan will succeed. I will go to get the Staff of Sargeras with the black dragon next. I hope our trip will go smoothly."
"Be careful, Gul'dan died there. But I think your trip may be unexpectedly smooth."
"My ancestors, thank you for your blessing. Under your leadership, the tribe will be victorious in every battle!"
Talon Gorefiend flatters Ner'zhul, but he is despised by Ner'zhul in his heart. With Talon Gorefiend's current dignity, does he deserve to be mentioned as "the ancestors are supreme"? The ancestors' spirits would not recognize an orc who looks like this.
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Perhaps it was this blessing from the Death Knight that the orcs, who had been victorious in every battle, suffered their first defeat after their great victory in the Swamp of Sorrows.