Two hundred and fifty-eight chapters: conspiracy blasting
Facing the elders of the Shadowmoon clan, Rulkan regained his majestic posture and asked loudly: "Can you tell me now why the chief asked me to hand over the Pain Shards to the Alliance? Did summoning the Dark Star make his brain bad?
Lost it? Didn’t you know that this fragment can allow people to enter and leave the fortress of pain at will?"
The orc grinned with an ugly smile: "This is exactly the plan of the chief. The fragments of pain can only allow a small number of people to enter the fortress of pain. This is a delaying strategy. The chief needs to delay the attack."
Lurkan lowered his head and thought for a while: "I heard that there are a few strong men in the alliance who can defeat a hundred people. If just a few of these people come in, it will definitely cause us a lot of trouble. I know the strength of the chief very well.
Yes, there are several strong men in the Falling Moon Land who can defeat him."
"Don't worry, we have received unexpected help from a powerful being who can defeat one against a hundred and is proficient in various magic traps." The orc elder said confidently:
"Everything has been arranged. We are just waiting for the Alliance to take the bait. As long as we capture the Alliance generals who sneaked into the Pain Fortress, the Alliance will definitely put a trap on them and not dare to act rashly. The Chief will have enough time to summon the Dark Star, and he will
He will become the god of Shadowmoon Valley, and the Iron Tribe will no longer dare to underestimate our Shadowmoon clan."
With one against a hundred powerful beings, there are only a few powerful chiefs among the orcs in the entire Draenor, such as Grom Hellscream, Blackhand, Gul'dan, etc.
There are also several other races, such as Gruul the Dragon Slayer, Dover the Destroyer, Natal the Eternal, etc.
Even fewer are proficient in all kinds of magic traps? Lurkan thought for a long time and could only identify a certain ogre magician. Could it be the leader of the Hanging Castle, the ogre archmage leader Mal'gok. How could Ner'zhul?
It is almost impossible to bribe the head of state. Lulkan can only make this guess, but unfortunately he cannot confirm it.
Obviously, this orc elder was unwilling to reveal the truth to her.
"Pain Fragment!" Robbie looked at the small key over and over and asked Kel'Thuzad on the side: "How many people can this key send into the Fortress of Pain?"
"No more than ten at most." Kel'Thuzad calmly analyzed.
It was too risky for ten adventurers to go deep into the fortress guarded by thousands of orcs. This was not a dungeon. The enemies would definitely swarm them and win with the human wave tactic. Robbie immediately rejected this idea in his mind.
The Fortress of Pain is a solid castle run by the Shadowmoon Clan for hundreds of years. It is protected by a powerful magical barrier and is a true military fortress.
God knows how many traps there are, compared to Shazgul, it is just a small village with lax defenses.
Yrel was worried about the safety of the Draenei captives. Every day that dragged on would increase the risk of being sacrificed. Yrel looked gloomy and whispered, "I heard that there is a legendary thief in the Brotherhood."
"Yrel." Robbie decided to break her fantasy and let this little hoof realize the cruelty of reality. He said with a cold face: "Do you think Ner'zhul doesn't know the weakness of the magic shield? He will definitely be in the third seat.
There are heavy troops ambushed near the altar, and even magic traps are set up. Don’t rely on the occurrence of miracles to win the war.”
According to Robbie's plan, the safest method is to analyze the composition of the magic shield, break the shield outside, and use heavy troops to annihilate the orcs in the Fortress of Pain without taking any risks.
Yirel's face looked ugly. She knew that this was forcing someone to make things difficult for her, so she wandered away.
Kel'Thuzad looked embarrassed and said to Robbie:
"The Shadowmoon Clan's magic shield is very low-level and has no characteristics other than being strong. But because of this, it is also the most difficult to overcome. It will take quite some time to analyze. I'm worried that it will be too late."
"What do you mean?" Robbie was a little confused.
Kel'Thuzad took out the blueprint and patiently explained:
"The level of magic in Azeroth is higher than that in Draenor. Take Silvermoon City or Dalaran's magic shield as an example. Many factors need to be considered, such as ventilation and fresh air.
and appropriate sunlight, what to do if a fire breaks out! We must also consider that rainwater must be able to pass through the shield, but heavy rain cannot pass too much to ensure that vegetation can grow well. This makes our magic shield particularly complex, so
It lacks in sturdiness. But the Fortress of Pain only focuses on sturdiness, it is simple and crude, so it is the most difficult to conquer."
Robbie lowered his head and thought for a moment, then asked: "What would happen if someone set a fire in the Fortress of Pain?"
Kel'Thuzad pondered for a moment: "The gas inside will be exhausted soon, and the orcs will suffocate to death."
The continent of Azeroth still doesn't know the composition of air, nor does it know the role of oxygen on humans.
Kel'Thuzad smiled and said: "We have the Shard of Pain, which can open a small door on the shield. If a dragon with enough lung capacity sprays a breath of dragon's breath, everyone in the Fortress of Pain will be choked to death by the smoke.
"
Now go there to find a giant dragon. Besides, the Fortress of Pain holds a large number of Draenei prisoners, so we can't kill them too!
Robbie thought about it for a long time, and suddenly a look of surprise appeared on his face: "I have a plan, but I don't know if it's feasible or not."
Delaney's ranger troops ambush on a hill not far from the Fortress of Pain, firmly guarding the only exit. From here, the dark blue magic shield covering the Fortress of Pain can already be seen.
Samuelson, the spokesperson of the Dove of Peace, did not know where he got the news from, so he came uninvited. He brought fifty elite cavalrymen from Ashran, claiming to personally capture the Lich King Ner'zhul.
Samuelson was wearing beautiful hollow armor, which was the favorite style of the nobles of Stormwind City. It didn't have much defensive power, but he looked mighty, tall, and extraordinary, especially inlaid with dozens of magic gems, sparkling, and the whole person looked like
Wrapped in Holy Light.
"Yrel, do you really believe that group of adventurers? Can they break the shield and rescue the draenei?" Samuelson stared at Yrel, who was waiting for him, and asked unceremoniously.
Yrel also had some doubts, but she had confidence in Robbie: "Robbie made a promise to me that today we can conquer the Fortress of Pain and rescue the draenei. The condition is that no one is allowed to interfere, including the draenei rangers.
Inside.”
"It's ridiculous, you are really overestimating your capabilities. I have asked Archmage Khadgar for advice. The magic shield of the Fortress of Pain is very strong, and it will definitely not be conquered in less than half a year. I really want to see the embarrassing look of them returning with broken feathers.
"At that time, the Alliance in the Land of Fallen Moon will realize that only under the leadership of our Dove of Peace can we defeat the Lich King Ner'zhul and bring peace to Shadowmoon Valley." Samuelson responded with disdain.
road.
"What is true peace?" Yrel asked in confusion.
Samuelson's expression was full of sarcasm and ridicule: "The so-called peace is just an excuse, a ruthless mockery of the losers by the victors. You should be grateful to Robbie, if he hadn't found evidence to prove that Ner'zhul is the Lich King.
, when the Shadowmoon orcs exterminate you, they will tell future generations like this: Many years ago, a group of evil draenei lived in Shadowmoon Valley. They killed, burned, looted, and committed all kinds of evil. The most violent and brutal one among them was named
Velen, fortunately the great savior Ner'zhul appeared and brought peace to Shadowmoon Valley..."
"No, we Draenei are not like this." Yrel's eyes filled with tears.
"I know the Draenei, but history is so ruthless." Samuelson chuckled and continued:
"I'm telling you a story. Many years ago, two orc children lost their way in the wild. They were rescued by a kind-hearted Draenei who invited them into the draenei's magical city as guests. The two orc children
Marveled at the wealth and civilization of the draenei. When they grew up, they found this hidden city according to the method taught by the draenei, but this time they led a large number of tribesmen to bring this draenei
The city of Ni civilization was completely destroyed, most of the Draenei were killed, and blood flowed into rivers. Among them was a Draenei woman who was killed in the battle, also named Yrel."
Samuelson tells about the tragic experience of another Yrel in a parallel world that happened in the outer realm.
Yirel was deeply touched and stared blankly at the blue sky with a myriad of thoughts.
"History will not sympathize with the weak, and there is no real peace. Yrel, only by becoming stronger can you protect your people. Never rely on the sympathy of your enemies for peace."
Samuelson's expression was a little sad, and he murmured to himself: "We all know this truth, but unfortunately, what can we do when facing the Guardian? There is no choice."
Robbie led a loose team of adventurers passing by. There were about a hundred people. They were talking and laughing along the way. It didn't look like a war, but more like an outing.
There were twenty strange large vehicles in the procession, which were completely covered.
Robbie rode a death charge horse, greeted Yrel enthusiastically, and said loudly:
"Yrel, after conquering the Fortress of Pain, we need the cooperation of your draenei rangers. If you see these carts, they are our secret weapons." He glanced at Samuelson and his subordinates again: "General,
If you want to make a fortune, don't miss the opportunity, the wealth in the Fortress of Pain will surprise you."
"It's a fool's errand to think of conquering the fortress of pain with only a hundred people." Samuelson sneered, but when he saw that Robbie was confident and didn't seem to be joking, he immediately became nervous and secretly called a scout: "Secretly
Follow me, I want to know what’s inside these big cars!”
The scout followed the order and returned not long after, reporting to Samuelson: "There is a large cart of food, drink and firewood, and the rest is empty. I suspect they are going to hold a bonfire party outside the Fortress of Pain."
Samuelson narrowed his eyes: "This is strange." He suddenly thought of a question, turned around and asked:
"Yrel, do you know where Velen has gone?"
Yirel shook his head to express his ignorance.
Samuelson was a little annoyed: "Damn it, how could I forget the Draenei prophet?"
I don't know why this group of orcs built the entrance to the Fortress of Pain so high. Robbie and dozens of the strongest people worked hard to push the heavy cart to the top of the steps.
Everyone else withdrew and waited a hundred meters away, leaving only Robbie, Kel'Thuzad and a few others.
After the disguises such as eating, drinking and burning firewood were removed, the hidden items in the carriage were revealed.
Spherical bombs with a diameter of more than half a meter, produced by Gnome, a special custom-made product, there are three in total. (To be continued)