It was a huge abyss lord, shaking its huge head, staring at Sylvanas who had regained her beautiful appearance.
"It's you, Mannoroth, haven't you been..."
Sylvanas politely did not continue.
Abyss Lord Mannoroth, one of Archimonde's most terrifying subordinates.
His fangs are out of proportion to his huge head, and they seem to have just grown out, giving him a young and fresh air.
"Haha, Sylvanas, do you think a mere orc can kill the invincible Lord of the Abyss?"
Mannoroth showed an ugly and ferocious smile and said proudly:
"We, the abyss lords, have the talent of breaking teeth and escaping. When necessary, we can abandon our teeth and escape. It's not that I can't win, but there are too many orcs. Garrosh has prepared everything. It's obviously a trap. For a cunning man,
For the Lord of the Abyss, running away is the wisest choice."
"Well, it's good to see you alive, my new ally."
Sylvanas lowered her voice. She was still very satisfied with Mannoroth as an ally. She smiled evilly: "Great Mannoroth, is your purpose to get the Iron Tribe to rejoin the Burning Legion?"
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"Of course, this is the fate of the orcs."
Mannoroth swayed his huge body and led the way, walking deep underground along the dug cave:
"I had to pay some blood for this. You know, only orcs contaminated by demon blood can be used by our legion. Orcs who don't drink blood cannot be trusted."
"Your blood brings strength to the orcs, but I don't think it is irreplaceable."
Sylvanas said tactfully that in her opinion, the orcs who drank the blood of Mannoroth would inevitably accept the control of the Burning Legion, and then her control over the Iron Horde would be reduced.
At this moment, Sylvanas has regarded the Iron Horde as her private property and is unwilling to share it with the Burning Legion.
Mannoroth hesitated for a moment. He stopped his huge body, lowered his head and thought for a while, then continued to move forward, his voice booming:
"Ms. Dark, I admit that my blood power is limited and cannot significantly improve the strength of the orcs. In fact, improving the strength of the orcs is only one of them. There is also a truth you don't understand."
"the truth?"
Sylvanas had a hunch that she might be able to get some information about the mastermind behind this. After all, Mannoroth was one of Archimonde's most trusted subordinates, and he might know more secrets.
As they went deeper underground, Sylvanas saw some huge creations, which seemed to be the broken limbs of giants. Mannoroth introduced them as he walked:
"A long time ago, the Titans visited Draenor and built the Earth Giant to transform Draenor. This planet can become a planet of life. Thanks to the Titans, we, the Burning Legion, are enemies of the Titans, but we will not obliterate them.
their contribution.
"But then the ancient gods also focused on this place. Draenor does not have a star soul like Azeroth. According to common sense, the ancient gods should not deliberately visit such a planet. We guess that this ancient god
Is it possible that the gods came from Azeroth?"
"Azeroth?" Sylvanas was shocked after hearing this.
"That's right, we don't know which ancient god came to Draenor. The curse of flesh and blood brought by this ancient god successfully corrupted the earth giant. The earth giant degenerated into magronn, then degenerated into gronn, and finally completely
Transformed into flesh-and-blood creatures, that is, ogres and orcs. We speculate that this is actually a conspiracy of an ancient god. The purpose is to build a huge army in Draenor to attack Azeroth.
, or participate in the internal fighting among the ancient gods."
Sylvanas nodded secretly in her heart, trying to figure out the identity of this ancient god.
"Orcs are originally creations of the ancient gods. The killing and greed in their hearts still remain. This is evidence of the influence of the ancient gods. If there is no pollution from the blood of demons, once they enter Azeroth, it only takes a little bit of the ancient gods to
If they are tempted, they will become the minions of this ancient god. Although this is just a guess, we have to guard against it."
Sylvanas narrowed her eyes slightly after hearing this, and she immediately thought of opening the Dark Portal.
"So Garrosh created the Iron Horde to serve an ancient god?"
"Dark Lady." Mannoroth's voice became more serious: "We must show awe to these great beings. It is not in line with your identity to inquire about the secrets behind them. This is the advice of an abyss lord who has lived for countless years."
Sylvanas immediately shut her mouth. Her lifespan and experience were far inferior to Mannoroth's. After a long period of battles and countless years of experience, Mannoroth took everything very lightly.
But Sylvanas, who only lived a few hundred years, obviously still maintained a strong curiosity.
"Look, Sylvanas, this is the little treasure I dug up. What a lovely creation."
Mannoroth showed off the results of his excavation. In the dark underground cave, there was a broken hand lying across it, almost as huge as a mountain, and most of it was still buried in the soil.
"The arm of an earth giant is very well preserved. We are transforming it with evil energy. With it, the Iron Tribe will be vulnerable. Once the evil energy transformation is completed, it will be the time to force the Iron Tribe to drink blood."
Cairn Bloodhoof stood on the dam. In front of him, the undead tauren once again withstood the orcs' offensive.
The orcs left thousands of corpses behind, and then they fled desperately and were pursued by the undead tauren. This defeat was enough for them to learn a lesson and they would not launch an attack for a few days.
In recent days, Kane has felt a slow loss of strength. The division speed of the blood-colored nematodes in his body has decreased, and they are not so active.
Although he was stubborn and refused to accept it, Kane also understood that the immortal tauren were flawed.
Is it over like this before the great revenge has been avenged? Kane is very unwilling to do so.
Kane looked up at the sky and prayed quietly to Mother Earth, although he knew there would be no response.
At the same time, on the King of Seas, Robbie observed the decline of the undead minotaur.
This weakening is very slow and will take a while to affect the immortal tauren's combat effectiveness. However, as long as the orcs continue to persevere, they can achieve final victory.
Calculating the time, I'm afraid the dam may not have enough time to fill up with water.
So Woking won?
Sylvanas, Robbie has always been worried about her.
On this day, three visitors appeared at the door of Hellfire Fortress.
A terrifying abyss lord, great mage Antonidas, and Sylvanas Windrunner.
The sky-holding giant palm of rock shrouds the sky above Hellfire Fortress. As long as this mountain-like giant palm falls, the entire Hellfire Fortress will be reduced to ashes.
Under this devastating pressure, the Iron Horde soldiers in Hellfire Citadel did not dare to act rashly. Grom Hellscream came out with Kilrogg Deadeye to meet the visitors.
"Abyss Lord Mannoroth, you still dare to come to see me. Didn't I teach you enough last time?"
Grom Hellscream noticed Mannoroth's expression: "So you are not the leader, so who do I need to face? A rotting corpse, or..."
Sylvanas took a step forward and stared at Hellscream. (To be continued)