Chapter 1775: The Infatuation of the Traitors of Silver Moon City
Mannoroth's small eyes were serious and persistent: "Unless the demon hunters are destroyed, the Dark Temple cannot be breached."
Lor'themar said in fear: "He is a young man, but he is no match for a demon hunter."
Mannoroth sneered, not hiding his sarcasm:
"That's right, you are by no means a match for any demon hunter. Now the demon hunter is exploring Marton. Marton, the sad place of the Draenei a long time ago, I guess Magtheridon must be with the demon hunter. It's a pity.
This fool thinks too highly of the Eye of Destiny, which limits his growth. Magtheridon cannot help the demon hunter, so I need your help."
Lor'themar was baffled, he didn't know the hidden crisis in the world of Marton.
Mannoroth took out a sheepskin map and handed it to Lor'themar: "Take this, the map of Marton Abyss, and find a way to give it to Illidan."
Lor'themar didn't dare to accept this map, and said solemnly: "I have no friendship with Illidan."
"Idiot, do I have to teach you everything?" Magtheridon was so angry: "Go to Akama, he knows what to do."
Vol'jin found Griftar again and begged for the creation of fragments of the Hand of the Moon.
Grivolta shook his head like a rattle: "It's impossible. First of all, I have never seen the fragments of the Moon God's hand. More importantly, the price of deceiving a god is too high."
"I have already discussed it with the divine envoy, and I guarantee that everything will go smoothly." Wojin lied. He hasn't had a chance to see the divine envoy yet.
The corners of Glivolta's lips curled up slightly: "Do you think I am a fool? Once something happens, you and the envoy will definitely shift the responsibility to me. There is no need to discuss this matter."
Vol'jin broke the news, but Grivolta refused to agree. He simply disappeared without even asking for the hut.
Returning to Orgrimmar dejectedly, Vol'jin went to see Thrall anxiously, and unexpectedly met Lor'themar and Rommath.
Thrall, who has always had a high self-esteem and is a germaphobe, unexpectedly had dinner with Lor'themar. The two chatted and laughed as if they were close confidants.
Vol'jin was secretly jealous. With Vol'jin's identity and status, it was rare for him to have the opportunity to eat at the same table with Thrall.
Thrall raised his head and glanced at Vol'jin: "It is a grave sin to deceive the Moon God. Stop here. We have received information that the fragment of the Moon God's Hand is in the hands of Illidan."
Wo'jin scratched his head, a little unbelievable? It seems that things have changed again.
"Now we must fully cooperate with Lor'themar." Thrall said seriously: "The Dark Temple? is our main direction. The Draenei are accustomed to repaying evil with kindness, so Lor'themar is responsible for contacting Akama. Vol'jin,
You do your best to assist Lor'themar."
Vol'jin became his deputy and felt very unhappy. Lor'themar stood up and smiled falsely:
"I hope to cooperate sincerely with Lord Vol'jin? Back then, Vol'jin fed 300,000 Darkspear tribesmen to the orcs? I still want to learn from you."
Wo'jin gritted his teeth with hatred? With a smile on his face:
"Where? Where can be eaten by orcs? They died a worthy death? A very valuable death."
Early the next morning, Vol'jin, Lor'themar, and Archmage Rommath rushed to Shattrath City.
The tribe's intelligence network was in the hands of Vol'jin and Eitrigg. Silvermoon City's intelligence agency suffered catastrophic damage with the invasion of the orcs.
Later, Silvermoon City suffered several disasters, and Lor'themar became the regent. He only focused on maintaining his rule and never thought about rebuilding the intelligence network.
Vol'jin made up his mind, since Lor'themar is the main one, he is only a support and will never provide any information.
As Vol'jin expected, Lor'themar became confused as soon as he entered Shattrath City, and could only ask the astrologer for help.
In the battle of Storm Fortress, the main force of the Astrologers was completely lost, and they have not yet recovered their strength. They are in a period of drought.
The prophet Vore'tar received Lor'themar, and when he heard that he wanted to see Akama, Vore'tal said awkwardly:
"The Astrologers are hostile to the Broken Ones. I have no personal relationship with Akama, so I can't help in this matter."
Lor'themar had no choice but to say goodbye, feeling extremely confused for a moment. The sense of superiority he felt after being cared for by Mannoroth and respected by Thrall suddenly disappeared.
Just when Lor'themar was at a loss, a pale elf came towards him and greeted:
"Lor'themar, my old friend, long time no see."
"It's you!" Lor'themar took a deep breath: "Darkhan Drasil, how does it feel to join the Scourge?"
Darkan smiled faintly: "It's better than life in Silvermoon City. Look at the life you live, you will be eaten by orcs at any time."
Lor'themar was furious: "Shut up, don't you know what an honor it is to be eaten by orcs? Every blood elf in Silvermoon City is scrambling to be the food of orcs. I won't allow you to insult the great orcs. I'm so angry."
I'm sorry, how could there be such a shady villain like you in Azeroth? You are simply a disgrace to the blood elves."
Darkan touched his nose, shrugged and said, "It's really hard for me to understand your values, so I'll just say goodbye."
"Wait!" Romans on the side noticed that Darkan was dressed gorgeously and was very familiar with Shattrath City. He had many acquaintances along the way.
"Darkhan, what are you doing in Shattrath City?" Rommath asked.
Darkan glanced at him and said casually: "The bosses of the slums in Shattrath City were taken away by others a few days ago. I took the opportunity to swallow up their power and own 80% of the business in the slums."
"Do you know Akama?" Rommath asked with interest.
The corner of Darkan's mouth curled up slightly: "My defeated general is now my little brother, helping to take care of the business. The Broken One needs to rely on me in the slums."
Lor'themar was surprised. Dar'Khan had the backing of the Scourge, so it would not be difficult to conquer the slums.
"We need to see Akama." Rommath observed Darkan's expression: "Can you help?"
"I am a businessman." Darkan smiled and said: "I can help you meet Akama. Are you willing to do me a small favor?"
Romance thought for a moment: "Just tell me."
Darkan took out a letter and said shyly:
"I have been in love with Liadrin for a long time. I didn't think I was good enough for her before, so I never dared to express my love. Now that I have my own career, I can be considered a small success. I hope you can send this love letter to Li.
Adeline, after Lisa, she is the woman I love most."
This damn guy actually plotted against Countess Liadrin.
Lor'themar and Rommath were as disgusted as eating flies, but Thrall's mission was more important. Lor'themar snatched Dar'Kan's letter:
"It will definitely be delivered."
Darkan was elated: "Liadrin's reply has arrived, and I will take you to see Akama."
After parting with Dar'Kan, Vol'jin asked strangely: "Who is this?"
Rommath gritted his teeth and said: "When the Scourge Legion chased the orcs all the way to Silvermoon City, he was the one who provided the Scourge Legion with the parameters of the Sunwell Shield."
"It turned out to be a traitor from Silvermoon City." Wojin nodded, thinking of this guy.
Darkan was transformed into an undead, and now he looks no different from a living person except that his face is a little pale.
Lor'themar snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "Darkhan is just a small lord. I remember that the nobles all support the orcs. He is the only one who thinks that he should join the Scourge. He is beyond stupid."
"Fortunately, I didn't listen to him." Romance said proudly: "The people of Silver Moon City are living so happily now."
The nobles of Silvermoon City who supported the orcs have been eaten by the orcs!