Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

Brutalus is also a powerful abyss lord, and Andrea once had a relationship with him more than two thousand years ago.

Betug is a powerful fel lord with impressive strength. He is the right-hand man of Zakun, the leader of the fel lord.

The second line of defense along the verdant plain is very important. This is an important checkpoint that blocks the way to Tortola's sleeping place.

The orcs who had just taken over Mount Hyjal were arranged by Andrea to guard the front of the second line of defense, and the draenei volunteered as their backup force, ready to take over the line of defense when the orcs were exhausted.

The orcs have just experienced a tragic battle. Not only did they lose Grom Hellscream, known as the strongest warrior of the orcs, but even their chieftain Goel was wounded.

The expressions of most of the orcs looked a little sad, but their fighting spirit was very high. After sweeping away the previous slump, they showed their sharpness like unsheathed swords.

The night elf forces that the orcs had seen in the Eastern Continent and Northrend were just the tip of the iceberg.

After arriving in the continent of Kalimdor and seeing the massive night elves in this vast land, Go'el and Orgrim were extremely fortunate to have chosen the cold Northrend continent as their base.

The night elves set an example by sticking to the first line of defense, causing considerable losses to the demons.

Even though they knew that the night elves had the intention of using the orcs as cannon fodder, Go'el and Orgrim could only recognize them by their noses.

Now is an important opportunity for the orcs to win the recognition of all races in Azeroth with their own performance. Goel, with a bandage on his shoulder, led the orc army to the second level of the verdant plain with a firm expression on his face.

"Prophet, do you really decide to guard the second line of defense?"

After watching the orcs leave, Andrea turned to look at Velen next to him, "The pressure on the second line of defense will definitely not be small. I can arrange you in the last joint line of defense."

Velen shook his head with a smile, "No, just like the orcs need to prove themselves, as outsiders, the draenei also need to show their worth in this huge crisis sweeping across Azeroth."

Although with the recognition of the night elves, the friendly Draenei have initially been recognized by all the tribes of Kalimdor, but if they want to truly regard Azeroth as the new home of the Draenei, the attitude of sharing weal and woe It had to be done, Velen saw it very clearly.

Andrea nodded and said, "Since you have already decided, Prophet, I won't say anything more."

"But please be careful. There are three more solid lines of defense in the rear. You don't have to fight the Burning Legion on the checkpoint, so you don't have to worry about no firewood in the green hills."

"I know."

Velen nodded gratefully to Andrea, and then followed Akama, Yrel and other generals, leading the Draenei elite into the portal leading to the verdant plain.

Thanks to the endless energy of the Well of Eternity, there will always be semi-permanent portals connecting the rear and the checkpoint before each defense line falls.

Once the defense line is broken and undefensible, the defenders on the checkpoint can withdraw to the rear through the portal at any time, ensuring the vitality of all ethnic groups to the greatest extent, so that they will not evacuate in time due to exhaustion, so that they will not be taken back by the Burning Legion.

The orcs took the lead in the first battle on the verdant plain, and Gouel stroked the solid city wall made of reinforced concrete with some emotion.

"I am very grateful for the original decision now, but at the same time I am very troubled."

"Fortunately, the previous decision to attack the Sholazar Basin has not been put into practice, but if it is impossible to expand to the northern part of the Borean Tundra, how will the orcs ensure that there is enough land to support the growing population?"

Orgrim patted Gouel on the shoulder and comforted him, "Don't worry, since we already have a base, at least we don't have to run around like headless chickens."

"There is still time before the next batch of cubs grow up, and the Borean Tundra is far from reaching the limit of the population. With the vastness of Azeroth, I believe there will be suitable territories for the development of orcs."

"Okay." Goyle saw the vanguard of the demons appearing on the far side of the horizon, and his eyes were fixed. "These questions can be discussed after the battle. The enemy is coming, and the whole army is ready to fight!"

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"Sure enough, someone is playing tricks..."

Looking at the ugly and ferocious wild boar head under his feet, Andrea turned to look at the little wild boar soul beside him.

"Agamaggan? How did you become like this?"

In Andrea's memory, Agamaggan had steel-hard thorns on his back, a large number of magic lines all over his body, and was more than ten meters tall. He looked huge and reliable.

The simple and honest little wild boar in front of him is completely different from the wild boar demigod in his memory.

"Haha~"

Agamagang said with an embarrassed smile, "I was plotted against by my own people. I didn't expect that the despicable villains of the Thorn family would want to extract my power for their own use."

Andrea had heard about Agamaggan's character from Malfurion a long time ago. Although his original form looked very hideous, he was actually a demigod of the wilderness who was easy to get along with. He had a simple and honest temper and was very friendly to mortals. .

The wild boar also inherited most of his character traits in his early years, and got along very well with races such as night elves and furbolgs, and this situation continued until Agamaggan's death in battle.

Calgar Thorny, the name of the owner of the pig's head at Andrea's feet.

Calgar and her ancestors have seduced the spirit of Agamaggan since 10,000 years ago, bound him deep in the Razorfen, in an attempt to steal the boar demigod's power.

But mortals are just mortals after all, and the wild boars with primitive style are not the ancient civilization with profound blasphemous traditions like trolls.

Years of research by the Thorny family failed to achieve decisive results. On the contrary, Agamaggan's soul was severely damaged in countless experiments, so that it became the current appearance of the little wild boar.

"Sorry, although 10,000 years have brought me closer to the material world, but now my soul is in a weak state, at least this war can't help me."

Aga Magan's apologetic and honest expression made everyone present couldn't help showing a knowing smile under the tense situation.

Cenarius raised his hand and opened an emerald green portal, "Go, go back to the Emerald Dream to recuperate, the Burning Legion's coveting of Azeroth will definitely not be the last time, in the near future, we will definitely need you the power of."

Agamaggan's soul yawned wearily, "Ha~ I really should have a good sleep, I believe you can win this war, and I look forward to fighting with you again in the future."

The situation of Agamaggan is different from other demigods waiting to be resurrected. There is almost no distance between his soul and the material world, and he can even walk in Azeroth in the form of a soul.

As long as the weak soul is nourished in the Emerald Dream, he can be resurrected within a few years at most.

Agamaggan's return in the future is undoubtedly good news, but it can't help the current battle situation.

On the other hand, Fandral's news from the Ashen Lake was very encouraging.

Tortola, the tortoise with the strongest defensive power among the demigods of the wilderness, finally woke up from a 10,000-year-long slumber, and only needed a short period of training to return to the battlefield.