The branches of the original thorn beast Tarna are as winding as snakes, tightly wrapped around the frame of the metal portal, as if protecting its own life.
Tarna yelled loudly: "The portal leads to the headquarters of the Burning Legion, the planet Argus. If you dare to ruin the Burning Legion's major events, Azeroth will be destroyed, and you will be the sinner of this world."
"What about the Burning Legion?" Robbie waved his hand: "Krassus, kill him."
Crassus spread his wings and rushed towards Tarna, taking a deep breath at the same time.
Thousands of thorns in Tarna stretch straight like a big hedgehog. The tips of the thorns are as sharp as sharp blades, and green venom flows out.
Krasus was deeply fearful, and it was unwise to fight him hand to hand. He hurriedly stopped in the air and prepared to use dragon breath to deal with it.
The cave was too narrow, and there was nowhere to hide from the dragon's breath. Tarna had no choice but to put away all the thorns, curl up into a ball, and roll into the portal.
"Could what he said be true?" Crassus asked anxiously.
Robbie shook his head: "If it's the Burning Legion, the gatekeeper is the devil. It doesn't matter, he is bluffing."
The dragons did not dare to offend the Burning Legion, but now that the matter was over, Krasus had no choice. He used dragon breath to dissolve part of the chains, and the suspended portal fell into the underground river and quickly disappeared.
This portal is adjustable, and different frequencies lead to different regions.
Tarna did not completely lie. The destination of the portal was a secret base of the Burning Legion in Azeroth.
This is a small world full of evil energy. The Burning Legion has built a large evil energy purification factory, and countless demons are busy.
Tarna rolled out of the portal like a wooden ball. In order not to attract the Legion's attention, he quickly and quietly transformed into a tree form.
By chance, Prophet Velen was talking to Medivh with a loud voice:
"Revenge from the dragon clan. Alexstrasza led five hundred adult dragons to raid Karazhan. I killed fifty dragons with my own hands and managed to escape from the siege. By the way, Tarna can testify."
Tarna's expression is awkward. There is only one dragon, and Viren fled without a fight. Should I speak for him?
Medivh knew Velen's true nature and did not reveal it. He just reprimanded:
"What a waste. Dragons are just a bunch of domestic animals, not much better than chickens. I can kill all the dragons in Azeroth by myself."
Medivh was not weak at all when it came to bragging. After scolding him, he couldn't do anything to Velen. After all, he still had some uses.
Tarna rolled his eyes: "Medivh, the portal is destroyed, what should we do now? Most of the belongings of Highmaul and Frostfire Ridge have been transported. If you hadn't asked us to pay first, this wouldn't have happened.
something happened."
In the warehouse near the Burning Legion, property piled up into a hill, the most precious of which were the relics left by the Titans and dozens of Magolon skulls.
This is the cleverness of Medivh. He used his relationship with the Burning Legion to store the property in the Legion base. Although it was expensive, it could ensure the safety of the goods.
Medivh's head and face were covered with a hood, his expression could not be seen, and his voice was very calm:
"Why are you anxious? I have already made secondary preparations. I can enter Azeroth through the Burning Legion's portal. Most of my skills were learned from the Legion. What do you have to worry about?"
Although Tarna didn't know much about the Burning Legion, knowing the Legion's technology was reassuring.
"Just a little thing."
Medivh said casually: "After the death of Principal Archimonde, the legion issued many new regulations. If outsiders want to use the legion portal, they must leave a mark on themselves."
"What, this is absolutely not possible." Tarna protested loudly.
Although I don't know what the use of this brand is, it is definitely not a good thing, and my life may be controlled by the Burning Legion.
Medivh snorted: "Do you think it's easy to borrow a path from the Legion? If you didn't have my relationship, how could you please join the Legion? I already have enough sincerity, you can decide for yourself. By the way, I would like to remind you that the Legion's brand
It is indeed a restriction, but it is also a talisman. You are new to Azeroth and are alone, so you need a strong backer."
Highmaul.
When the head of state Margok learned that the Karazhan portal had been destroyed, he needed to use the legion portal and leave the mark of the legion on his body. His expression was always calm and there was no trace of emotion.
After hearing this, the subordinates quickly exploded.
"This is absolutely not allowed."
The aquatic giant, Blankenspo, the abyss walker from ancient times, protested loudly:
"I know that the legion brand is locked by the Burning Legion. It can be found no matter where it escapes. The legion brand is a symbol engraved in the blood. Our descendants can never get rid of it. It is equivalent to being monitored by the legion for generations.
It is tantamount to becoming a slave of the legion."
The butcher was very calm: "You don't count as a slave, but with this brand, it is inconvenient to be an enemy of the legion."
Blankenspo glared at the butcher: "You underestimate this mark. In the early years, anyone who prayed for help from the legion needed to leave a mark on their body. If something happens to the legion in the future, you and your descendants will never be able to refuse, even if you are asked to go
die."
Senior Advisor Varrego had a different opinion: "Führer, fleeing to Azeroth is really a helpless move. As long as you can survive, what's the point of just a brand?"
Tectus' eyes widened, remembering the experience of being twisted and enslaved by the white ghost orcs, and said angrily: "I would rather die than be a slave again."
Varrego smiled slightly and said: "There are only 500 places. You can refuse. There are many people in need."
Everyone was noisy and couldn't come up with a solution. The head of state, Margok, listened quietly and suddenly asked:
"Tarna, how did Durotan decide?"
Tarna said expressionlessly: "Durotan said that the orcs will never be slaves, but they are willing to be slaves of the legion. The Thor and Frostwolf clans fought for the five hundred places. Durotan could only pass.
The duel will select the quota, and only the strong will be qualified to survive."
Head of State Margok swept his eyes across everyone's faces and said sternly:
"Orcs are capable of bending and stretching, why can't we ogres endure this grievance and tell Medivh that in addition to the five hundred places left with the mark, if the Burning Legion needs slaves, we at Highmaul will do our best to satisfy them."
Tarna was secretly surprised, firstly, at the foresight of the head of state, Margok, who did not care about any dignity for the sake of the continuation of the ogre empire.
Another point is that Mal'gok dares to make up his mind, unless the world of Draenor is extremely dangerous and must escape as quickly as possible.
Seeing that everyone was angry, many people were suppressing their anger, especially some palace scholars, who seemed to be ready to explode at any time.
Margok stood up from the throne: "To tell you the truth, we have no time to hesitate. I really don't know how long we can hold on."
The Holy Light has brought terrible mutations of animals and plants, and the outside world is very dangerous.
Almost all the ogres in the Goria Empire gathered in Highmaul, and few people knew about the situation outside.
Margok began to cast a spell, and a scene on the Nagrand grassland appeared in front of everyone.
Under the golden sky, countless Tapu sheep, cleft-hoofed cattle, and freshwater animals gathered together.
Their bodies were bathed in the golden holy light, their eyes were hot, and they praised the holy light in unison, their voices resounding through the sky.