The Red Dragon Legion is going crazy. There is a traitor within and steals the Book of Medivh.
On the contrary, Li De was very relieved after knowing this. The concept of being able to go to another world by gathering three artifacts was thrown out. It would be a pity not to do this.
Li De tried his best to use such reasons to persuade himself, but in fact he almost jumped on his feet and cursed.
The meaning of the existence of these three artifacts has never been to open a portal to another world. Any one of them is enough to shock the world. Take the Book of Medivh as an example. How many dangerous magics are recorded in it? Who stipulated it?
Ner'zhul only looks at the teleportation spell above?
At this time, Garona came to the Twilight Forest again. This elusive lone ranger brought even worse news to Li De and the others:
Deathwing is entrenched in Frostfire Ridge in the orc world, and is planning to rebuild his black dragon army.
Now all the dragons in the four-color dragon army could not sit still. After driving away Deathwing in the Northron Highlands, the dragon kings agreed to assign the red dragon army to hunt down the black dragon.
Because except for the red dragon, the other dragons have to stick to their respective posts: the blue dragon sorts out the arcana, the green dragon guards the dream, and the bronze dragon guards the flow of time.
This task alone is already exhausting the dragon's efforts. Now that there is no Demon Soul, the other dragons trust the red dragon to defeat the black dragon, but they don't know that Deathwing is far more cunning than they imagined.
"I have good news for you all. The Dragon Kings have decided to go out again. They have decided to enter the Dark Portal to hunt down Deathwing."
When Crassus said such words at the military meeting, Li De, Lothar and others were very excited, but Crassus also had something to say.
"The premise is that we can completely control the Dark Portal. If there is a problem with the Dark Portal and the Dragon Kings are trapped in the world of the orcs, the consequences will be disastrous."
"I understand that our army will advance quickly and start a decisive battle with the orcs to cooperate with the Dragon King."
Lothar gave a clear answer and gave instructions for the entire army to prepare for war, including Li De's rested first division.
In addition to all the special operations forces, 4,000 people from the four regiments of the First Division were gathering intensively. While reviewing the situation of the army, Li De met Takshiro again while passing by the prisoner of war camp.
The Great Elder came from the Vast Sea Protectorate on a ship just a few days ago. After coming into contact with the orcs, he really became very interested in the history of the orcs. It was only through interacting with the prisoners of war and Drek'Thar and other frost wolf orcs that he
After the contact, this historical figure seemed to be very broken.
"Li De, the orc race is so terrible. They actually don't like recording history any more than the human race. I really don't know what their words are used for.
What's even worse is that their understanding of their own world is so lacking! Their world has no name! They don't even have the concept of a world in their minds!
I can't bear it anymore! I want to see what kind of world it is that can create such a group of weirdos!"
When the old troll said this, his fangs and beard shook with anger.
No wonder he would be so angry. He spent two hundred years sorting out the relationship between "original power-belief-dynasty decline" and found the pattern. It is about to be compiled into a book and break the historical cycle.
It's just around the corner, but at the most critical moment, a huge variable like the orcs has been added!
After two hundred years of hard work, the compiled history may lose its practical value. Just because of such a group of murderous talents who don't even have names in their own world, Takshiro feels like he is going crazy.
Li De really couldn't think of anything to say to comfort the old man. Compared with Azeroth, the civilization of the orcs is indeed just like a baby.
Maybe their culture really hasn't reached the level of having the concept of "world", so that their homeland finally had to be named by a group of exiles from the universe. What's even more outrageous is that the orcs still have a fucking say in that name.
recognition?
It can only be said that from a civilized perspective, the orc is indeed a baby, but it's a pity that it's a giant fucking baby with a machine gun.
Li De didn't know how to persuade Takeshiro, and he didn't have the time at the moment, so he just followed Takeshiro's words.
"Come on, the team will be close soon. If everything goes well, we will be able to see the orc world with our own eyes soon."
"I'll set off with you!"
The old troll obviously lost his temper and made this request smoothly.
"Okay, just follow our team and I will arrange a team of guards for you."
In fact, as Takshiro is a Zandalari national treasure-level scholar, this time he comes to the kingdom for inspection. Zandalari will definitely have elite troops to follow and protect him, but Li De still has to send his own soldiers, not only to express his stance but also because of his relationship with the old troll.
personal relationship.
"Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble. I'm not that weak."
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The Alliance army advanced across the entire Swamp of Sorrows, but completely beyond Lothar's expectations, they encountered unimaginable fierce resistance here.
The terrain of the Swamp of Sorrows is extremely complex. The dense water network wetland divides the dry and hard ground that can be established into small pieces, dotted throughout the Swamp of Sorrows.
Therefore, in such an environment, the alliance's army could not spread out effectively. It could only remove strongholds one by one and advance with difficulty in the swamp.
In a battle like this, there are almost no more than 500 people. Fighting in small groups is the best way for the orcs. In comparison, the individual combat power of the human race is slightly weaker than that of the orcs, and they will suffer a lot in small groups.
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The battle in the wetland jungle lasted for several days, and Lothar's army suffered heavy losses. On the contrary, the Frostwolf clan fought back and forth with the enemy, and captured several strongholds in succession.
However, in this last battle, the Frostwolf clan also suffered a big loss. Drek'Thar met Kargath Bladefist, and was attacked by the opponent's hand cannon and opened a big hole in his abdomen!
If the orcs of the Frostwolf clan hadn't fought so hard to snatch back Drek'Thar, the old shaman's head might have been decapitated by the blade Kargath kept in his other hand.
When the people of the Frostwolf clan fled, Kargas shouted wildly.
"Traitors of the Frostwolf clan, you are lucky today. Sooner or later, your heads will be used to decorate the throne of the war chief!"
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When Drek'Thar, who was seriously injured and unconscious, was carried to the infirmary, Lothar and the others were alerted. Looking at the shocking wound on the old shaman's stomach, Lothar felt a headache. If Drek'Thar
Ke'tar died like this, and he must consider whether he can maintain this cooperative relationship with the Frostwolf clan.
The few orcs who supported Drek'Thar were very excited, talking and gesticulating towards Lothar and the others, but in the entire Frostwolf clan, only the old shaman knew the common language.
Of course, even if they couldn't understand the orc language, everyone understood what they were praying for. Lothar invited Bishop Benedictus without saying a word.
As the biggest victims of the orc war, the people of the Stormwind Kingdom had an unforgettable hatred for the orcs. The thought of treating the orcs would make even a highly respected bishop feel uncomfortable.
Fortunately, the Frostwolf clan is an ally recognized by Lothar, Benedictus said with a frown.
"He was fatally injured. I'm not sure whether I can save him or not. Let's do our best."
Hearing Benedictus say this, Li De asked in surprise.
"How is that possible? As far as I know, priests have resurrection skills. Can't they even resurrect the dead?"
If it hadn't been for the reorganization of Lakeside Town, and Li De was his direct leader in the army, Benedictus would have really wanted to retaliate with dirty words.
As expected, there are so many people in different walks of life that even leaders may easily believe rumors.
"If this were true, there would be no dead people in the world.
Although the name is resurrection, it is essentially healing injuries. There are no fatal injuries that cause irreparable damage to the body. It is possible for the Holy Light to save it.
And there is a saying that once the soul leaves the body, the Holy Light will also... Time is running out, so I’d better treat it first."
Benedictus stopped mid-sentence because he thought that the Holy Light Church's research on the soul was still very rudimentary, and the rigorous bishop was unwilling to talk about something he knew only a little about.
The holy light fell on Drek'Thar's body, and the wound on the old shaman's abdomen gradually stopped bleeding.
"He lost too much blood. Even if his wounds are restored, there is no guarantee that he will have enough vitality."
But as soon as Benedictus finished saying this, a scene that shocked him happened: brilliant colors appeared on Drek'Thar's chest, and an invisible energy poured into Drek'Thar's body.
Everyone noticed that the old orc began to breathe steadily!
The most shocked person was Benedictus. The moment he used the Holy Light, he clearly saw a pair of phantom arms extending from the old orc's body.
That gorgeous color blooms in the ball held out by those arms!
Benedictus looked around in shock, as if no one but him had seen it.
However, he still had a close friend, Takshiro who was standing on the edge, and he also saw the phantom of Drek'Thar's arm.
"Is this the orc shaman? Their attainments in soul power seem to be much higher than our troll shamans."