Civilization of Azeroth: Start the Great Pyramid

"What did you say?! The road to the north of the troops was blocked?!"

In the Stonard command, Fenriston became furious when he heard the scout report like this.

Stonard, which means "victory" in the Orcish language, was also named after Fenris.

No matter when the old tribe was under the control of Blackhand or Orgrim, it seemed that the Thunder King, Warsong, and Shattered Hand had a very deep defense against the clans. Rarely send valuable information.

So much so that after a few years of war, the orcs in the Dark Portal had no idea what the world of Azeroth was like. After the Dark Portal was restarted, the Orcs wanted to fight the Alliance again, but they still needed the Black Dragon to share the intelligence of Azeroth.

Fenris was always a little wary of the black dragons who took the initiative to come together and cooperate. This group of powerful beings from another world made him extra vigilant.

However, since the cooperation up to now, Heilong has not only given all the geographical information is correct, but has also given the orcs many other assistance, such as spending a lot of money to buy war supplies. This really made Fenris not understand. The former guardian of one world took the initiative to help people from another world attack their own world, even more actively than the other party. What kind of spirit is this?

"We can only reach the core area of ​​the alliance only by digging the road to the north, and we cannot eliminate all the enemies only in the south."

Fenris said this after losing his temper, but Grom said it indifferently.

"No matter where he goes, as long as it's an enemy, I can tear him apart!"

The Wolf Lord gave Grom a veiled glance and didn't say anything after all. In name, he was the head coach of the advance army, but he could not command Grom.

Although at the festival of KS Hagg, they all surrendered to Ner'zhul who showed absolute power, but there was no difference between them. Grom did not obey Fenris, he just obeyed Ner'zhul's The order didn't mess with Fenris.

If someone else is disobedient like this, Fenris will definitely beat the other party with a Mac' Gora, but the problem is that he is not sure that he can beat Grom.

Depressed Fenris could only lead the troops to check the road blockage, and after walking in the swamp for three days, he rushed from Stonard to the intersection of Redridge Mountain. After getting there, the severe damage of two kilometers made Fenris There was a sad look on his face.

In desperation, he ended up in Marshpaddle, where he met Saberian and the Silver Pot.

"Adjutant Saberian, the red dragon blocked the road with magic, can the black dragon use magic to open the road again?"

Saberian almost laughed at Fenris' question, but it wasn't a happy laugh.

"If it were more than 10,000 years ago, I might be able to try it, but now... Can I make the road condition worse?"

Saberian was embarrassed to say that the damage to the road had nothing to do with magic farts, and the bomb that Dragon Breath could do could do it. It would be called magic if the rough road could be repaired to a smooth and smooth surface.

Of course, if you want to use the dragon breath to blow up the roadblocks, there is still no problem with the black dragon. But it was a masterpiece that took more than an hour to complete before and after the four red dragons. If you want to clear the road to a state where a large army can march, at least two black dragons will spend a day.

No way, the required transformation is always much more difficult than the unburdened destruction.

But in the current situation of the Black Dragon Legion, it is a big problem to want to dispatch two robust adult dragons. Not to mention that the Black Dragon Legion also has its own plans, how could it take a day to throw two adult dragons here?

The black dragons more than 10,000 years ago did not give up the protection of the earth. At that time, they had the ability to transform the terrain. With the madness of Deathwing, the black dragon also lost this power, and now they can only do "negative transformation" to the terrain.

"Is there really no way?"

Fenris asked reluctantly, and the topographic map that the black dragon gave them was very clear in Fenris. As a good commander, he knew how much trouble it would be to divert westwards and then detour northwards.

"Sorry, the Black Dragon is powerless, why don't you go and beg your all-powerful Great Chief? And soon I can't stay here anymore, I have other things to do..."

"Lord Saberian, what should we do with our cooperation?!"

The silver can, who had not spoken, shouted in a sharp voice, and Saberian, who was interrupted, and Fenris, who had been disturbed, stared at the silver can with murderous eyes at the same time.

In an instant, the silver pot felt like he had fallen into the ice cave, and he took two steps back and sat on the ground, but even though he wanted to become a trade prince, he still yearned for Saberian to give an accurate answer.

Saberian felt tired for a while, if it wasn't for the Black Dragon King's order not to have extracurricular branches, he really wanted to burn this nasty **** who wanted money and life into ashes.

Neither of them paid any attention to the silver pot and continued to talk.

"Your High Chief Ner'zhul is planning a greater military operation with our Dragon King, and I have been ordered to go out with Talon Gorefiend in preparation for that operation."

"I will go and ask the Great Chief Ner'zhul for advice, but after the blizzard, the Great Chief returned to the Dark Portal. Before going back, he asked me for a few guides. I really don't understand how good the Great Chief is. What are you going to do in Frostfire Ridge?"

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Inside the Dark Portal, in a ruin on the Frostfire Ridge Plateau in the Orc World, Ner'zhul stood on a huge skeleton, holding an Orc Warlock in one hand, and the other hand from the Warlock's Seven Apertures. Extracted from the fluorescent green evil energy.

Ner'zhul was once the greatest shaman. After being bewitched by the eredar demon through the Twisting Nether, he worked as a warlock for a short period of time. Now he holds the Eye of Dalaran in his hand and possesses the purest arcane magic.

This wonderful experience made a huge change in Ner'zhul's body. At this moment, he seemed to have grasped the truth of the world. Those who once awe, fear and regret were completely within his grasp. .

As for the unfortunate warlock in Ner'zhul's hands, he never imagined that he would have the day when his powers would be drawn by others.

The warlock lost his signs of life and was thrown aside, Ner'zhul's fingers clasped tightly to compress the fel energy, and then it turned into a bright aqua blue under the horrified eyes of Talon Gorefiend!

The arcane energy group penetrated into the body from Ner'zhul's palm, and many blue light spots flashed across the skin of the entire arm, and a comfortable breathing sound came from Ner'zhul's mouth.

Then Ner'zhul pressed his hands down, releasing arcane energy toward the ruins beneath Ner'zhul's feet.

"Great Chief, do you still want to carry out that plan now?"

Talon Gorefiend lowered his posture as much as possible and asked, and now he found that he could not understand Ner'zhul more and more.

"Of course, our ultimate goal has not changed, I just fine-tuned the details, we can leave more decent."

Ner'zhul said with a smile that he was thinner than when he was depressed before, and the skin around his lips was shriveled, and with the tattoos on his face, he looked like a real skeleton in Talon Gorefiend's perspective. , a moving skeleton.

"Fenris and Grom's troops have now entered the Swamp of Sorrows?"

"Yes, according to your orders, they have built a barracks in the Swamp of Sorrows."

"Hehe, Fenris' ability is still worthy of recognition. It's always better to let him be a thug for me than to kill him."

Ner'zhul said "kindly", and Talon Gorefiend finally couldn't help but ask another question.

"I don't understand, since our plan is to get out of here, why are you so keen on war?"

"I have to be passionate about war, otherwise Grom and Fenris won't cooperate with our plans. Orcs shouldn't be infighting, we need to put more power on the battlefield to attract the attention of those alliances, so that they can There's no time to get in our way."

When he said this, Nerze was even more precious with the Eye of Dalaran hanging around his neck. With the Eye of Dalaran, he could briefly see the future.

He saw another way of doing things of his own. On that line, he disclosed his plan to other clans. He was strongly opposed by Fenris. In order to maintain his authority, he could only take the lead in infighting to kill Fenris, the Thunder King clan. It also declined.

Without the help of the Thunder King Clan, the Orc tribe was not enough to contain the Alliance, and their own plans were disrupted by the Alliance.

Talon Gorefiend is still quite acceptable to this statement, but his doubts have not been completely resolved.

"But among the three major clans, you have left the most cruel and bloodthirsty Kargath. Do you trust him to be better than Fenris?"

Ner'zhul nodded with a smile.

"Kagath is cruel and bloodthirsty~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but he is actually very calm and his brain is very useful. How do you see him dealing with those arakkoa? This guy is very flexible, he will want to understand and on our side."

Listening to Ner'zhul's words, and thinking that Kargath had tricked the arakkoa race in the south, Talon Gorefiend was finally persuaded.

"As long as your original intention has not changed, I hope our plan can be successful. Next, I will go to get the rod of Sargeras with the black dragon. I hope our trip will go well."

"Be careful, Gul'dan died there. But I think your trip might be unexpectedly smooth."

"The ancestors are above, thank you for your blessing, the tribe will be victorious in every battle under your leadership!"

Talon Gorefiend flattered Ner'zhul, but was despised by Ner'zhul in his heart. With the honor Talon Gorefiend is now, is it worth mentioning "the ancestors are above"? Ancestral spirits do not recognize orcs who have grown up like this.

Perhaps it was the death knight's blessing, the "victory" orcs suffered their first defeat in the Swamp of Sorrows.

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