The Magic Kingdom of Dalaran has always been a treasure land where every inch of land is precious.
Except that the orcs can enter and leave Dalaran freely, it is difficult even for King Terenas to obtain a piece of land in Dalaran.
Behind the Violet Castle, there is a beautiful garden, which is approximately equivalent to one-fifth of the land of Dalaran.
This is the private domain of Grand Magister Antonidas.
On this day, Antonidas was wearing casual clothes and tending to his favorite black lotus.
The black lotus is one of Azeroth's most precious herbs, and is found everywhere in Antonidas's gardens.
A pretty woman walked into the garden, sat next to Antonidas and sighed.
Jaina was born three years before the Dark Portal. At twenty years old, she is no longer young. Among Antonidas's disciples, she is known for her outstanding appearance and low qualifications.
In recent years, Jaina and Prince Kael'thas have become very close, and their strength has grown by leaps and bounds. Everyone knows the secret, but they just don't want to reveal it.
"Why, Kael'thas is bothering you again?" Antonidas asked with a smile.
"I had a fight with him." Jaina said worriedly: "We talked about the orcs, and Kael'thas insisted on killing all the orcs. I really don't understand why he hates such kind and kind creatures, and he also said , he also said..."
Jaina was so wronged that she could not speak, and her beautiful eyes were filled with tears.
"What did he say?" Antonidas asked. The elves have always been outspoken, and you need to be generous when dealing with them.
"He said that my brother was killed by an orc, and I should avenge him." Jaina gritted her silver teeth.
Antonidas knew that Jaina had a very bad relationship with her two brothers, and they were like enemies.
This is common among nobles. If her brother dies, maybe Jaina will be very happy.
"Kael'thas is too much." Antonidas said, "You don't have to be sad. The elves always don't know the importance. Do you hate him?"
"I can't tell," Jaina sighed, "I always feel that he is not my ideal prince."
Antonidas secretly sneered. In order to please Jaina, Kael'thas even brought out the Sunstrider family's secret magic-stealing dragon.
The relationship between men and women is very complicated and difficult to explain clearly. Pay and return are often out of proportion.
A cool breeze suddenly blew in the garden. Antonidas's face changed slightly and he said with a pleasant expression:
"Gianna, go and see how today's dinner is being prepared. Call some of your senior brothers. I want to treat them to a casual meal."
After Jaina left, the hoarse voice echoed in the garden.
"Why, Antonidas, you don't want your disciples to know that you are related to the Burning Legion?"
Antonidas frowned. With Dalaran's defense, ordinary Dread Lords would not be able to enter. If the two had not made a deal, Varimathras would not have been able to sneak in quietly.
"Varimathras, we had an agreement before, not to bother me."
"You are wrong, my time is precious." Varimathras said with a smile: "I am here to give you a fortune. You know very well that the orcs have a close relationship with the moon god Elune, but they suffer from being unable to please the orcs. The opportunity is before you, do you want it?"
Antonidas' eyes were hot: "Say quickly."
Varimathras laughed: "Our legion has different opinions on Azeroth. Kil'jaeden does not advocate attacking Azeroth. Lord Archimonde covets the star soul of Azeroth. In the end, both sides To reach a compromise, first cultivate a spokesperson. There is an orc named Thrall, and I am very optimistic about him."
"Thal, where is he from?" Antonidas asked.
"He comes from Karazhan." Varimathras raised his eyes slightly: "The son of Durotan."
Antonidas nodded: "How do you want me to help him."
"A young orc who is just starting out needs to establish meritorious service to be recognized. Durnholde has always been the heart of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and tens of thousands of orcs are imprisoned there."
"You need my help to rescue the orcs?" Antonidas shook his head: "This is impossible. Dalaran must remain neutral and cannot openly quarrel."
"Just kill everyone." Varimathras sneered: "You won't become soft-hearted, right? When the Dark Portal opened, Dalaran had already sensed it, and you were unable to stop Medivh.
, but you can still secretly send a secret message to Stormwind City, but you did nothing and watched countless humans being slaughtered by orcs."
Antonidas thought for a long time: "Okay, this is not a problem, I agree."
In order to keep it secret, Antonidas only brought along more trusted disciples. Considering that Jaina was close to Kael'thas, she was excluded.
In addition to Jaina, Antonidas has a total of seventeen disciples, with varying strengths. For safety reasons, they carry the Book of Medivh with them.
The Book of Medivh was not written by Medivh. It was an artifact that Medivh brought back from the Burning Legion and used to summon demons.
Because this book was always unstable, and demons often came across the border without being summoned, Medivh was annoyed and stored it in Dalaran.
Carrying the Book of Medivh, Antonidas was confident and rushed to Durnholde with his disciples.
Dunhold.
The sky was clear just a moment ago, but suddenly dark clouds covered the sky, and the sky suddenly became dark.
Centered on the spire of Durnholde's castle, the dark clouds formed a large whirlpool, slowly rotating, mixed with countless thunder and lightning, as if it was the end of the world.
Blackmoore looked at the sky, sniffed his nose, and smelled the smell of sulfur and blood.
"The day has finally come."
Blackmore said to the young assistant with a bitter look on his face: "Go down, don't panic, order the guards to go back to the barracks, and they are not allowed to come out without my order."
The female assistant didn't know why. Seeing Blackmore's resolute attitude, she could only carry out the order.
"Also, bring Thrall." A mysterious smile appeared on Blackmoore's face: "It's not the one from the arena, it's the orc who was imprisoned in the living area of No. 19 a few days ago."
After the female assistant left, Blackmore straightened his clothes, picked up his sword, and then put it down after thinking about it.
Rays of light flashed, and Antonidas and his disciples were teleported directly in front of him.
Blackmoore said to the oldest one among them: "If I admit it correctly, you are the Great Magister Antonidas."
Antonidas did not take the little lieutenant seriously and ordered loudly: "Release Thrall, release all the enslaved orcs, Blackmoore, it's time for you to pay for your crimes."
Blackmoore waved his hand, and someone quickly brought Thrall to Antonidas.
"Antonidas, I can't go against your wishes. I just have a small request. I can release the orcs in the shelter, but they need to leave voluntarily."
Antonidas smiled: "You know what you are talking about? No orcs want to be enslaved by you, they long for freedom."
"The freedom of the orcs is a disaster for mankind."
Blackmore muttered quietly, and then said loudly:
"Antonidas, do you dare to make a bet with me? This Thrall and I will give a speech to the orcs in the shelter to see whether more of them stay or want to be free."