Infinite Heroes Seat

readx; At night, on Teldrassil Island, after returning to his camp, Fandral Staghelm, who was still looking calm, immediately turned gloomy.

"I have concluded a covenant with the undead of the natural disaster as you said. What did you promise me, Deathwing?"

Facing the gloomy camp, Deer Helmet asked calmly.

"What I promised you will be done naturally." In the shadows, the Deathwing in the form of Lord Prestor walked out slowly. His face was slightly paler than before, as if he had experienced something bad recently. Things, but the destruction and madness in those eyes are even more conspicuous, "Look, I have brought your son's physical body. In the next step, as long as you call back his soul, your son will be born again!"

Deathwing waved his hand slightly. One of the shadows of the camp was similar to Fandral Stag Helmet, but a much shorter night elf walked out. His eyes were numb and hollow. problem.

But Lu Helmet looked at the figure with excitement and tears, stepped forward a few steps, and hugged the opponent.

"Walstein, my child, you have finally returned to me!"

The Archdruid, who had lived for an unknown number of years, turned out to be like a child at this time, crying and laughing, hugging his son and talking non-stop, regardless of why his son did not respond, just like that unilaterally. Expressing his joy.

Watching this scene, Deathwing slowly walked out with a smug smile at the corner of his mouth.

Behind him stood the ancient gods. It was too easy to confuse an archdruid who was about to lose his mind because of the pain of losing a child. The son of Deer Helmet was naturally fake, but as long as he could control it. The other party is enough.

Quietly came to the sky above the night elf camp, Deathwing looked down on the busy crowd preparing for battle below, but his heart was extremely happy.

For the black dragon who is determined to destroy the world, all the wars in this world are praised, because they can bring death to those **** mortals, and what makes it look forward the most is the coming time, which not only affects The number of races and the number of soldiers involved are the highest in any war. And it also involves a goal that I hate the most.

"Kael'thas Sunstrider!"

Deathwing Nesario roared the name in a low voice. It had never been so embarrassed since the War of the Ancients, when it was beaten up by a hairy boy who was less than his own. Being driven out of the Eastern Kingdom abruptly, this is simply a shame, if it does not retaliate back, how can it be the name of the terminator of all things.

The alliance between the natural disaster and the tribe is just the beginning, and one day. It's going to make that **** kid pay the price.

Thinking of how to ravage the unknown, Deathwing frowned suddenly, because everything seemed too easy.

With the virtuous behavior of the Scourge, there is generally no racial reason to mix with them, because who knows if these **** will wait for you to summon your bones out of the ground as cannon fodder, so that you will die. Don't have peace? When there are still injuries, will these damned allies just make you up for trouble and let you join them when you die?

But this time the alliance between the natural disaster and the dark night was surprisingly smooth. First, he learned from his daughter Onyxia the weakness of the second character in the Druid's Staghelm, and then the first character happened to be dead by the hand of the blood elves. The Moon God Sacrifice, who could stop the Deer Helmet, was also captured. In the end, in order to preserve his main force in Kalimdor, the Lich King took the initiative to send his men to show the sincerity of submitting the treaty.

Although everything seemed normal on the surface, Nesario felt a little puzzled because it was too normal. However, no matter how the Black Dragon King analyzed it, he couldn't find out what went wrong.

"never mind!"

To no avail, Death Wings no longer entangled these things. As soon as the wings spread out, the huge body flew towards the maelstrom located in the depths of the ocean, where its final battle armor was about to be completed. No matter what conspiracy the enemy has, the Terminator of Everything will crush them one by one with absolute power.

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Just as Deathwing began to make final preparations, Orgrimmar, the leaders of the tribe were also caught in a quarrel.

"Thar! Now is not the time to hesitate. We must solve Theramore before the Alliance army arrives, otherwise, the Alliance army can continue to land from there, and our only geographical advantage will be wiped out. !"

Rexxar, the half-blood orc, said to War Chief Thrall anxiously, his eyes filled with uncontrollable resentment, as a veteran who participated in the tribe's first invasion of Azeroth. It was very disappointed with the brutal, brutal and bloodthirsty orcs in the past, but because of this, it cherishes the present. The hardworking orcs under Thrall have given Rexxar new hope. It will never allow others to destroy the tribe. everything of.

But Thrall shook his head and mumbled: "Jaina promised that Theramore will not participate in this alliance's operations, I believe her!"

And Vol'jin, the leader of the Darkspear troll sitting aside, curled his lips and said, "Well, Thrall, I admit that Jaina may be trustworthy. She expects the Alliance and the Horde to live in harmony, just like you. Can you guarantee that her subordinates think the same way? I don't think Jaina alone can suppress the opinions of all her subordinates. After all, those are humans, greedy, cunning, and most perfidy!"

The long-term **** battle between the alliance and the tribe makes the conflicts between the two parties extremely sharp, just like humans hate the tribe, thinking they are a group of bloodthirsty beasts, and the various races of the tribe also look down on humans, thinking that they are intrigue and betrayal all day long. It's more like eating.

As soon as he said this, even Thrall was silent for a while, because even he didn’t know how to answer it. It believed Jaina, but it really couldn’t trust Jaina’s subordinates as much as it was before the Second Orc War. Only twenty years have passed, and the survivors from Lordaeron may not be able to forget their hatred.

Rubbing his head with a headache, Thrall looked at the leaders of the various races inside the camp, and he only felt as if a small mountain was crushed in his heart. These were all the friends he met after he came to Kalimdor. They believed in themselves. Leading his tribe to follow, Thrall asked himself that he would never let them down.

But the current ministry is too weak. He fled from the Eastern Kingdoms and just experienced the battle with the Burning Legion. The small number of orcs is far from being restored; Wojin and his people just arrived in Kali. Not long after Mudor, he was attacked by murlocs near Durotar. If Thrall hadn’t given his full support, perhaps the Darkspear clan would have disappeared; the tauren is still entangled with the centaur, and can’t take it. How many troops are given out.

Although it has formed an alliance with the night elves and the undead, and on the whole, it is not lost to the alliance, but Kalimdor is the gathering place of the tribe, can its own defense also count on outsiders?

And the location of Theramore is too important. It is not far from Orgrimmar, the gathering place of the orcs, and Senjin Village, the gathering place of the Darkspear trolls, and there are no other forces in it, and it is far from the tauren’s. There is only a mountain range between Thunder Bluff, and if the Alliance really had to land from there, facing the front of the blood elves, human race, and dwarf coalition forces, the Horde might have difficulty holding on to its elves and undead allies.

This is similar to the tactics of the orcs in the Second War. Because the continent of Lordaeron is all the gathering place of the alliance, the entire alliance can only be guarded by separate troops. As a result, the orcs' army was about to be blocked in the early stage, if not the last It's not that the orcs are too self-confident and want to take advantage of the alliance's unreliable foothold and destroy the main force of the alliance on the frontal battlefield. I am afraid that the outcome of the entire war will be different.

And compared to the situation at that time, the situation of the tribe is more serious now, because at that time Lordaeron, the main force of the human kingdom, was behind the heart of the battlefield, but now Orgrimmar of the orcs faces the battlefield directly, as long as Thrall’s The orc was defeated, and the tribe that reunited around it was probably about to dissipate.

But if Theramore is captured before the arrival of the coalition forces, the tribe will be more proactive. They can fully prepare for the landing of the coalition forces. After all, the alliance is coming across the sea, if there is no ground snake to respond. , Logistics, marching and other aspects will become major problems, which can leave them time to seek help from their allies.

On the one hand, it is responsibility, on the other hand, friendship and credibility. This time even Thrall, who has always been wise, couldn't make up his mind. In the end, he could only ask for help from the oldest Tauren chieftain Kane Bloodhoof.

"Kane, what should I do?"

At this moment, the warchief is weaker than ever, because he is not only facing enemies from afar, but also an impact on his own ideas.

But the Tauren Chief had a wry smile, looking at the expectations of the leaders in the camp, he was also in a dilemma, and only after a long while he said: "Thar, to be honest, I don't know what to say, I My faith and my conscience tell me that we should choose to believe in Jaina, but my reason thinks that Theramore is very likely to betray us in the end. You know-Jaina’s father, Dalin Proudmoore I will always hate you orcs because of the death of my son."

Although it is not clearly stated ~www.wuxiamtl.com~, the meaning of tauren is still very obvious.

"Thar!"*2

Rexxar and Woking's eyes lit up at the same time, staring at Thrall.

Thrall smiled bitterly, clutched his head, and lowered his head, "Rexxar, Woking, please give me some more time, I really need to think about it!"

The voice was extremely low, and the heroic warchief in the past now looked extremely vulnerable.

Everyone glanced at each other and knew that Thrall had reached the limit today and could no longer be forced to continue, so they all got up and left. After all, there is still a little time before the Alliance army arrives, and there is no need to make a decision immediately.

Only when he was about to leave, Rexxar suddenly turned around and said quietly: "Thar, think about your people, think about your responsibilities, and make a decision as soon as possible. We don't have time. Too much!" (To be continued.)

ps: 　　 Thanks to the sage in the wine, 3754, the zombie-skeleton dragon, Sha Guya, the monthly pass of the King of Uncleanness.

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