Facing the terms of exchange offered by the divine envoy, how could Thrall accept it? He shouted angrily:
"Impossible. Vol'jin is just my slave. I have never regarded him as a human being. How can a slave be qualified to be the warchief?"
People's hearts are corrupted, morals are corrupted, order has collapsed, and slaves are about to rebel. What a shame.
Thrall felt as if it was the end of the world, and was so confused that he paced back and forth in front of the angel.
"It's chaos, everything is chaos. How can this be allowed? I will never allow Vol'jin to be the warchief. He is just a lowly Darkspear troll, not even as good as a toe of an orc."
The envoy looked at Sal helplessly, pointed at his tired face and said:
"Do you think I haven't fought for it? But Elune, the moon god, supports Vol'jin. It's all your fault and Garrosh's fault. It's so incompetent."
Thrall was unwilling to give in and retorted loudly: "I don't believe that Vol'jin can do better than me. After all, he is just a useless troll."
The angel said coldly: "Don't you know what you and Garrosh have done? The orcs in the Caverns of Time only consume less than 5%. Vol'jin's idea is even more clever. He wants to destroy Azeroth.
Leading to a war in the heavens."
Thrall was startled: "You mean to start a war with the Burning Legion? Idiot, the Legion's technology is at least 10,000 years ahead of Azeroth. How can we fight against the Legion's Star Destroyer with an axe?"
The divine envoy shook his head: "You don't need to worry about this. Vol'jin has already got a countermeasure and successfully convinced Elune Thrall. Considering that we have worked together for many years, after this battle of Orgrimmar is over,
, just go and live in seclusion, times have changed, you are already old."
Sal felt the danger. If he didn't quit, he might not get a good death, so he asked cautiously:
"What about Garrosh? What will happen to him?"
The divine envoy shrugged and said: "He will die, or someone will die for him. Anyway, his end will be very bad. You should feel lucky. It is not you who is sitting in the position of chief now. Don't be stubborn."
Sal touched his bald head and laughed at himself:
"What did I do for what? What did I get in exchange for it? I am really unwilling to retreat like this. What will happen to the Beast Emperor's plan?"
The divine envoy patted Thrall on the shoulder: "The Beast Emperor plan has been put on hold for the time being. Let's go, I will help you deal with the ogre Jaina."
Outland, Hellfire Peninsula.
The sky is like a burning fire, and the scorching heat waves bake the exposed earth.
Abyss Lord Magtheridon lay in the depths of Hellfire Citadel, groaning in pain.
As a high-level demon of the Burning Legion, Magtheridon is difficult to kill. Even if his body is destroyed, he will be reborn in the void.
But he was unwilling to fail like this. After all, the abyss lord also wanted to save face and did not want to be laughed at by his tribe.
An evil orc ran in and said anxiously: "Sir, it's not good, the Alliance has sent troops from Fort of Glory and has surrounded Hellfire Fortress."
"alliance?"
Magtheridon asked in surprise: "Are there any Draenei?"
"There are no draenei, most of them are humans."
Magtheridon roared angrily: "A mere human dares to enter my territory, help me up, I can still fight."
With the support of a large number of evil orcs, Magtheridon, who was still seriously injured, climbed onto the city wall.
Outside Hellfire Fortress, the alliance's army was in bright uniforms and could not be seen to the side at a glance. Magtheridon did not take it seriously, with a ferocious face and sneered:
"Ready the legion's cannons; any alliance will be reduced to ashes under the legion's wrath."
There is a legion cannon installed in Hellfire Citadel, which can turn the battlefield into a sea of fire filled with fel flames in an instant. Most of the humans in Azeroth use cold weapons, and the only magic troops mastered are not much.
It is the basic foundation for entry. Under the roar of the giant cannon, there will only be countless ashes left.
"Wait, what is that?"
Magtheridon's sharp eyes discovered that there were different soldiers mixed in the Alliance army. Although they were wearing Alliance uniforms, their aura was completely different from that of human soldiers.
"That's the Forsaken!" Magtheridon rolled his eyes and whispered: "Stop firing the cannon and let me think about it."
An evil orc asked in a low voice:
"My lord, why are you afraid of the Forsaken."
Magtheridon slapped the talkative evil orc and said, "Silly, how can I be afraid of the Forsaken? It's just because Lord Kil'jaeden said that he particularly admired Sylvanas and asked me not to be on the battlefield.
Kill her and say she will come back to life even if she dies."
The evil orc got up, blinked and asked again: "Is Sylvanas, like you, a demon of the legion?"
Magtheridon looked solemnly: "In this universe, it's not just demons that can be resurrected."
Deep in the Hellfire Citadel, Magtheridon endured the pain and opened the legion communication.
Kil'jaeden's face appeared in the Legion Orb, he looked at Magtheridon and said with a smile:
"You were injured. Who beat you like this? Haha, how could the general of the Burning Legion, the former King of Outland, be so incompetent?"
Magtheridon is a servant of Mannoroth the Destroyer. Mannoroth once served as Archimonde's lieutenant. After Archimonde the Defiler died on Mount Hyjal, Mannoroth was controlled by Kil'jaeden the Deceiver.
, it seems that Kil'jaeden and Magtheridon are on the same level, so they don't dare to make mistakes.
"Sir, the Alliance is besieging Hellfire Citadel, and there are many Forsaken among them. How should I deal with it?"
Kil'jaeden closed his eyes and meditated for a long time. As the intelligent leader of the Burning Legion, Kil'jaeden received countless information every moment, analyzed and summarized it, and then issued appropriate orders.
Soon, Kil'jaeden opened his eyes:
"The purpose of the existence of the evil orcs is to help Thrall seize the position of warchief. We have a deal with the mysterious being who supports Thrall. The latest news is that the moon god Elune has given up on Thrall. This cooperation is
There is no meaning anymore. Azeroth is a breeding ground for high-quality souls, but we can’t just fish in the water. Come back, and the plan should be launched.”
Magtheridon's eyes widened: "Sir, are you talking about the Shadow of Argus Project?"
Kil'jaeden nodded: "How to harvest the souls of Azeroth more efficiently. The major forces in the universe have given different plans. At present, we have the advantage and should be able to win Elune's favor."
Magtheridon was a little confused: "Why does the Legion want to help the moon god Elune?"
Kil'jaeden sneered and said: "This is all what Lord Sargeras meant. You, an abyss lord, had better not ask too many questions and mind your own business."
Magtheridon did not dare to say anything. After the communication with Kil'jaeden ended, Magtheridon prepared the legion portal.
As soon as the huge figure crossed the portal, the legion cannon of Hellfire Fortress started the self-destruction program. Not long after, a huge explosion sounded, and a mushroom cloud rose up from Hellfire Fortress. The houses collapsed and the city walls were broken into several pieces.
The orcs suffered numerous casualties.
Varian led the army into Hellfire Citadel. The Fel Orcs put up little resistance. Faced with this easy victory, Varian looked surprised.
Sylvanas, dressed in military uniform, walked into Hellfire Fortress and stared at the legion cannon with only its base left, her eyes gradually deepening.