The area near the center of the Everglades has long since changed.
In the past, this was the holy city of the blood trolls, the largest gathering area. The blood trolls paid homage to G'huun here.
Because we are deep in the swamp, the smell of decaying vegetation near the Heart of Darkness can never be dispelled.
The dark and sneaky blood troll has lived here for countless generations. As a member of the trolls, the lifespan of the blood troll is surprisingly short.
This is related to their extremely high mortality rate. After all, they are a barbaric race that will even eat their own children when there is no food.
Not even gnolls would do that.
There are cesspools everywhere, withered leaves, bones common in cesspools, and the blood troll's nest like a bird's nest.
This is an eternal scene here.
All this changed after a huge green door opened here.
Orcs, who were more savage than the blood trolls but more civilized than them, came here.
Yes, the Zandalari, Kaldorei, Draenei, and even barbaric races in the eyes of humans, look more civilized than the blood trolls.
The arrival of the orcs changed the life of the blood trolls. The orc warriors drove most of the blood trolls onto the battlefield so that the ordinary orcs who followed could occupy the place.
This time Ner'zhul invaded with his whole clan.
The strongest and bravest warriors came in the first wave, the larger number of ordinary warriors came in the second wave, and the ordinary orcs who were responsible for logistics and the source of soldiers came last.
So the Dark Portal has been open for more than a month, and every moment a large number of orcs cross the Dark Portal and come to Azeroth from Draenor.
The vast swamp area of Nazmir has also temporarily become a temporary settlement for ordinary orcs.
When Ner'zhul united with the orcs, the slogan he shouted was: "Go to another world, use the orc's axe, and obtain the land and food under the blue sky and white clouds for the orcs!"
Ner'zhul's doing this was greatly appreciated by the devil. The Dreadlord believed that when his family and the old, weak, women and children of his tribe were behind him.
The orcs were unable to retreat, so they would fight the Zandalari trolls on the battlefield.
Ordinary orcs attach great importance to family and tribe. For the safety of their families and the future of their tribe, dying in battle is a glorious destination for orcs.
The current situation is that, with the power of Draenor almost exhausted, almost all the orcs have migrated to Azeroth.
Draenor has become a temporary base for the Legion, and the demons will not allow the orcs to return to their planet.
The orcs have no way out.
In response to the orcs' favorite battle roar - "Victory or death"!
It's almost late at night.
The lights were brightly lit near the Heart of Darkness. Except for some high-level elites, the blood trolls were driven away from here.
Those who can stay around here now are all elite orcs and a large number of demons.
The torches were lit, and they burned very vigorously. The materials of the torches contained bones as oil, and the orc warlocks used the power of evil to make them bloom to the last trace of their essence.
Only in this way can these torches be immune to the humid mist here in Nazmir and will not be extinguished easily.
Groups of orc soldiers, led by demons, patrolled around the blood troll's holy city.
In front of the Heart of Darkness, the green Door of Darkness is getting darker day by day. The energy provided to it is gradually decreasing, and fewer orcs are coming out of it.
And behind the green door of darkness, the door to the heart of darkness that had never been opened was opened.
Near the dark doorway, a group of angry guards was stationed.
In the middle of the Wrath Guards, stood three Nasrezim. What Tonatiu and the coalition forces didn't know was that Mal'Ganis and Tichondrius were not the only Nasrezim who arrived in Azeroth.
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There are currently five Dreadlords in Azeroth.
The Dread Lord is a vampire who hunts for divine power and likes to treat weak-willed people as his food and slaves.
They have corpse-like skin, no hair, and two sharp canines protruding from their mouths.
Apart from themselves, even the other demons in the legion know very little about their history. But legend has it that they were a civilized and powerful race with superior summoning spells.
There is a tacit unspoken rule between the mages of Dalaran and Silvermoon City - "Any mages who are good at summoning spells are often masters of playing with space."
Nathrezim are very good at summoning spells, and they are naturally very knowledgeable about space.
This allows them to use as little energy as possible to travel through as much power as possible when traveling through the world.
"Tichondrius has no choice. He called Annihelan for help." At the gate of the Holy City of the Skeletons, a fear devil said to his two companions. "He also asked us to wait between him and Mal'Ganis.
Crack the defense mechanism of this Titan archive before coming back."
"This is not easy. Varimathras." The other Dreadlord said in Ereda. "We have been here for a month and have just broken down its door."
"Balnazzar, after all, this is the technology of the Titans. But we are not without gains. At least within this month, we have made the slaves of the Legion stronger."
"Anasalon, you are right." Varimathras, who was the first to speak, said to Nathrezim, the second in command within the Dread Lord and the second strongest under Tichondrius.
Tichondrius, the king of the Dreadlords, is one of Kil'jaeden's most capable assistants, and Anersalon, the second-in-command of the Dreadlords, is Archimonde's right-hand man.
Looking at Aneseron and Varimathras, Balnazzar, who was probably the weakest Dreadlord, said: "With the sacrifice of the skeletons, we have figured out part of the defense mechanism of the Titan Laboratory."
"In this almost abandoned laboratory, there should be an active Titan creation, which is still in charge of the operation of the laboratory. If we want to get the things inside, we must eradicate him." Balnazar
explain.
"Well……"
Anersalon nodded.
It suddenly raised its head and looked with dark eyes at the branches of a dead tree far to the left of the entrance to the Holy City.
A dark bird stood on a branch. When Aneseron looked at it, it was preening its feathers.
Vultures, magpies, scavengers and other scavenging birds are the most common birds in Nazmir Swamp. After all, everything in the swamp seems to be related to corruption.
This black bird preening its feathers looks very similar to a carrion bird.
Following Anasseron's gaze, Balnazzar and Varimathras also noticed the black bird.
Varimathras laughed.
"Ha~ That's interesting. A... well, the world calls you - a crow?"
"Mage, your spells are very good. Unfortunately, your common sense is not very good. If you have enough common sense, you should know that you want to be around here at this time."
"It can't be done this way."
"you do not know."
Varimathras spoke to the black bird that looked like a raven, and the other two dreadlords vaguely surrounded it.
I saw that my companions had already settled down.
Varimathras continued.
"Wherever we appear, weak creatures like you dare not approach us."
