One thousand three hundred sixty-seven chapters: ghosts
Most women like flattery, even Domila is no exception. She doesn't care whether the flattery is sincere or not, she just enjoys the feeling.
Just like the emperor in ancient times would point a knife at the other person's throat in order to hear compliments.
Dormila hooked Kalecgos's chin and grinned seductively: "People say that a handsome man is the best decoration for a woman. Yes, Kalecgos, you will stay by my side from now on."
Kalecgos secretly breathed a sigh of relief and served Domira fawningly.
Dormira glanced at the chaotic Orgrimmar in disgust, curled her lips and said: "Garrosh disappoints me so much. He is such a useless waste. I really don't know why my sister fell in love with him. I want to leave."
This disgusting garbage dump, I hope Dalaran can satisfy me."
After opening the portal, Dormira froze Jaina's body in the ice, picked it up and stepped into the portal, followed by a long scream.
Thrall, Vol'jin, and Kalecgos looked at each other, wondering what was going on.
Orgrimmar was in such chaos that the three of them didn't want to stay any longer. Thrall tried to say: "Karre, it's time for you to show off. Go and see what's going on."
Kalecgos forced his way into the portal, and suddenly felt his feet were empty. He hurriedly transformed into the form of a dragon, only to find that the portal was several hundred meters above the ground.
Violently fluttering its wings, Kalecgos maintained his figure. Soon, both Vol'jin and Thrall fell down and landed on Kalecgos's back.
"This doesn't seem to be Dalaran."
Looking around, we can see a strange land under our feet. Gloomy black and ominous pale white are intertwined. The vegetation shows an unhealthy dark blue. The sky is densely covered with lead clouds, and abnormal clouds and fog cover the land.
Vol'jin said uncertainly: "If I guess correctly, this should be the home of the Mantid, the Dread Wasteland."
"How did we get to Pandaria?" Thrall looked around in panic.
Kalecgos fell slowly. Right below the portal, Dormira fell to pieces. Several mantids gathered around her, waving their powerful blades, easily tearing off pieces of flesh and blood, and brought them to her mouth.
Chewing, he saw a giant dragon falling from the sky, and the mantids fled in all directions.
The cousin of Queen Doras, the richest man in Kalimdor, Medivh's experiment, and the orc mage Dormira, who was more powerful than Jaina, died just like that.
"Who can tell me what's going on?" Sal asked.
Kalecgos shrugged and said: "Magic requires delicate operation, and even the slightest mistake is not enough. Unfortunately, orcs are a bit nervous and are not suitable for learning magic."
Wojin let out a long breath: "We are finally free, great savior, what should we do next?"
Thrall thought for a while and said: "Don't forget our mission, kill Thor, rescue Raiden, Garrosh bewitched Jaina, and caused so many things. Now it's my turn to take action, I am Azera
The savior of Sri Lanka, it is my responsibility to rescue Leiden."
Wojin said in embarrassment: "It's a pity that we have no soldiers and no food. How can we fight against the powerful Mogu tribe?"
Thrall smiled slightly and said: "I never thought about rescuing Raiden, I just need to do better than Garrosh. I remember Anduin is still in Pandaria."
Vol'jin nodded: "Anduin had a conflict with King Varian and was unwilling to return to Stormwind City. Now he is staying at the inn on the Misty Veil Plank Road."
Thrall smiled and said: "Now and then, Anduin now has the powerful power of the Holy Light. He just has difficulty making up his mind. As long as he convinces Anduin, the Alliance's army will attack the Mogu. No matter whether it succeeds or not, the Alliance will
The blood of my soldiers can win me the favor of the moon god Elune."
Vol'jin thought for a long time: "Although Anduin is young, he is naturally cunning. To be honest, I don't have the confidence to convince him."
Thrall waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter. When faced with a desperate situation of life and death, no matter how cunning Anduin is, he can only give in."
Vol'jin looked incomprehensible, and Thrall chuckled and said, "I want to write a letter and send it to the Exodar. The prophet Velen is scared to death of the orcs. He will do whatever I ask him to do."
The ice that froze Jaina's body was shattered, a bonfire was burning, and only a little broth was left in the cauldron made of Kalecgos scales.
Thrall and Vol'jin were both very full and burping with satisfaction. Kalecgos put away Jaina's skull.
Vol'jin quipped: "You still have feelings for this stupid human woman?"
Kalecgos laughed: "I have been wandering in the mortal world for thousands of years. I have never seen any woman. How can I care about such a brainless woman? I was just thinking that Jaina is a great mage after all. If I have a chance to use her...
Send his skull to the Undercity, it would be nice if he could be resurrected as a lich."
Wo'jin patted him on the shoulder: "You are really a cruel dragon."
Mist gauze plank road.
Anduin frowned. The tea at hand was already cold, but he had no intention of tasting it.
There were a lot of newspapers in front of him. Anduin was far away in Pandaria, so he could only get information from these newspapers.
"Today's media is so irresponsible!" Anduin complained softly.
Anduin wanted to know what happened to Theramore.
Some newspapers said that Jaina was plotting to destroy Azeroth. Warchief Garrosh led a large army to attack her, beheaded Jaina in public, and hung her head at the gate of Orgrimmar, with a photo attached.
Some newspapers also said that Jaina led the army into Orgrimmar, Garrosh fled in panic, and Thrall persuaded Jaina not to kill innocent people indiscriminately, but was beheaded by Jaina.
The latest news is that Ronin was killed in Theramore. Jaina became the leader of Dalaran and had an ambiguous relationship with Ronin's widow Vereesa. The two often lived together.
Anduin covered his head, not knowing which newspaper to believe.
Thrall strode in, followed by Vol'jin. Thrall picked up the newspaper recording that he was killed by Jaina, pointed to the photo above and said:
"It's really interesting. Where did they find the orc to pretend to be me? They look exactly like me."
Anduin looked directly at Thrall. This was the Misty Veil Plank Road, Mrs. Guo Ya's territory. Now Thrall had nothing, and Anduin was not afraid of him.
"Savior Thrall, you are here and safe."
Thrall chuckled: "Prince Anduin, you must know everything about Uldum. The God of Thunder kidnapped Raiden. The ancient guardian Raiden has made countless contributions to Azeroth. He has made countless contributions to Azeroth many times.
Having saved Azeroth, we have the responsibility and obligation to destroy Thor and rescue Raiden."
Anduin nodded: "Well said, I support you with both hands. You are the savior. Let the manager go ahead and do it."
Thrall said seriously: "Everyone has a responsibility to save Azeroth. I hope you can put pressure on King Varian and send an army from the Kingdom of Stormwind. Thundergod Ji Wudao is just a coward, and the Mogu are vulnerable.
This is an eternal feat for celebrities."
Anduin shrugged and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not interested in this."
After being quiet for a while, Thrall smiled slightly: "Anduin, guess who I met, the prophet Velen, I don't know what your relationship is, he is looking for you everywhere."
"This damn old man is really haunted." Anduin's face twisted with anger.