Chapter nine hundred and fiftieth eight: victory day half son one
What was resurrected from the troll tomb was the messenger of the moon god. The messenger dressed as an orc touched the ancient words on the coffin. There were not many words, and they recorded the past events of the tomb owner's life.
"Rise from Zul'Drak, expedition to Silithus, kill C'Thun with one palm, then enter Ulduar, destroy Yogg-Saron, go deep into the ocean, N'zoth is closed and dare not come out, so far Ai
Xerath was invincible, opened the void portal in the maelstrom, played against the Lord of the Void, and finally defeated half of his opponents. The Lord of the Void refused to accept it, injured the Lord of the Void with a palm, and retreated."
"The Drakkari Frost Troll actually has such a heaven-defying character?"
The envoy was greatly surprised, and then he understood that this was just the boast that the trolls were good at.
After moving his body, after being repaired by the power of the Moon God, this body has returned to its peak state in life, and is only slightly stronger than the average troll.
The memory in the brain was revived. Mad King Igri was the name of this body. A certain king of Zul'Drak before Frost King Malak failed in the war with the furbolg. Later, the old injury relapsed and he died in depression.
Apart from building a luxurious tomb for himself, he did nothing in his life.
The envoy walked out of the tomb, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and murmured mysterious spells.
A ray of milky white light fell from the sky, and the power of the god's envoy increased steadily. He slowly flew into the air, coldly looking at the land of Northrend, like a god looking down at the ant-like mortals, but he soon shuddered, and there was a feeling in his heart.
disturbed.
"The Lich King Arthas!"
When he thought of this name, the envoy immediately put away his contempt and became cautious, like a mouse seeing a cat.
An ugly aberration with a body as black as ink, long legs like a frog, crawled out from the ground, and rubbed the leg of the divine envoy fawningly. This was the exclusive mount of the divine envoy.
The divine envoy turned over and mounted his mount, and the aberration could leap dozens of meters away in one jump, walking on flat ground in the ice and snow. The speed was extremely fast, and its target was Garrosh's camp.
Suddenly, the envoy felt locked by a terrible force and hurriedly stopped moving forward.
Robbie floated quietly in the air, looking at the envoy coldly:
"How are you doing? Messenger of the moon god Elune."
The divine envoy glared at Robbie and said bitterly: "I know you, in Mount Hyjal, you took advantage of me to be weak and pretended to be my identity. Damn it, what are you going to do?"
"Stay here and everyone will be safe." Robbie said calmly.
The divine envoy frowned slightly and said in a cold voice: "Get out of the way, I'm going to Garrosh's camp to save the Night Watch King. Stormwind City needs a king, and the Alliance must have a leader."
Robbie shook his head and said: "That's wrong, it's not the Alliance that needs the King of Stormwind City, but the Horde. If the Alliance had no leader, the Horde would have perished long ago."
The angel knew that he could not deceive Robbie, so he threatened:
"Since you know everything, you should understand that all of this is the arrangement of the Moon God Elune. In those ancient times, Elune was a more powerful existence than the Lord of the Void. No one can disobey the Moon God's will.
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Robbie said nonchalantly: "How can you know if you don't give it a try? Crazy King Igri dares to call himself Shengtian Banzi, so what do I have to fear?"
The angel looked at Robbie uneasily and roared:
"Damn it, it seems that I am also in your plan, but what's the point of doing this? You can't stop the process of history, you can't stop the arrangement of the moon god Elune."
Robbie was silent. Although he knew that the alliance must have a leader, which was a historical necessity, this was exactly what Robbie was trying to do.
The envoy could only stay where he was, looking nervously in the direction of Garrosh's camp.
Garrosh was furious.
After spending countless military supplies and losing troops and generals, Garrosh wanted an Alliance army of 50,000 men.
The armor, weapons, baggage, flesh and blood of the 50,000-strong army will bring harvest to the orcs and bring glory to Garrosh.
Just like the two orc wars, the orcs who were far away from the Dark Portal and had no logistical supplies relied on the alliance's army to continuously send equipment and rations.
Now, all the 50,000 troops have disappeared, and only the King of the Night's Watch has been captured. How can Garrosh bear it and vent all his anger on the King?
For three days and three nights, Garrosh used all means to torture poor Kits. The most horrific physical torture, combined with cruel black magic to pollute his soul, Kits finally collapsed and became a blur of flesh and blood.
The human form is no longer visible.
Finally, Garrosh ordered the orcs to tear Kits into pieces and eat them, leaving only the skull, which he planned to make into a drinking vessel and become a trophy to be treasured forever.
At this moment, Robbie was no longer stopping the envoy, and the anxious envoy rushed to the orc camp as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, it was already too late, and he only saw the skull in Garrosh's hand.
The emissary was furious and yelled at Garrosh:
"You damn beast, you ruined something big. Didn't Medivh discipline you? If the Alliance didn't have a king to provide you with cannon fodder, the tribe would all die."
Garrosh was well aware of the dignity of the divine envoy, almost having the same status as Medivh, but he was unwilling to accept it and retorted loudly:
"It's not fair. Look at these poor soldiers. Are we really here to save Azeroth when we come to the ice-covered Northrend? Lord Oracle, you should understand that without war, the orcs cannot survive. I
After giving everything, what did I get?”
The envoy frowned deeply. It was useless to reason with a beast. He could only make concessions and said helplessly:
"Give me the skull, Garrosh, and I will find a way to make up for your loss, such as becoming the warchief of the tribe. Isn't this exactly what you want?"
Garrosh gritted his teeth, greedy and wanting more benefits:
"How can the position of a mere war chief make up for my losses? I need the Kingdom of Stormwind to become a meat warehouse for the orcs, otherwise I will never be able to take away the skull."
Bang!
Garrosh was knocked away, and before he could get up, a long vine wrapped around him.
The vines were equipped with barbed spikes, spinning around Garrosh's body, taking away pieces of flesh and blood, and blood immediately flowed out.
Garrosh screamed in pain and hurriedly begged:
"Master God, I was wrong. Please forgive me for my sin. I never dare to do it again."
The vines drank Garrosh's blood and gradually turned blood red. Looking at the weak Garrosh, the angel stopped torturing and took back the vines:
"Remember, Garrosh Hellscream, you are just a dog. If you don't want to be Thrall's dog like your father, just obey me honestly."
The envoy picked up Kites' skull and summoned his soul.
There is only a skull left in the body, and the broken soul is contaminated by black magic. It is too dead to die anymore. How can you resurrect a dead person?
The envoy took a deep breath, this was beyond his ability.
Holding Gitus's skull, the Oracle teleports to Moonglade.
A bright full moon appeared above the head of the divine envoy. The Druid of Moonlight Grove saw it and hurriedly saluted respectfully. The divine envoy said loudly: