New Order of Azeroth

The orc warriors ate very happily, and the human soldiers also thought it was good. The blood elves and draenei didn't like Spam. That crap was too unpalatable! However, they were small in number and had a large number of mages in their own tribe who could deliver food from their hometown, so their opinions were ignored by Vanessa.

The coalition eats meat every day, and their internal morale is extremely high. Even the orcs who were just trash before have become energetic. Although they will not surrender to Lordaeron just because of Spam these days, at least Vanessa's status in their hearts She's almost like Thrall. If one day she can't survive in the Alliance and goes to Orgrimmar, maybe someone will choose her to be the warchief or something.

"Your Highness Menethil, our marching speed is too slow. Do you have any other ideas?" Khadgar has been in the army for many years. It's not that he doesn't understand military affairs, but he really has no idea about the situation in front of him. He can only come to Fan. Nisha deliberates.

At this time, the chefs of the Alliance and the Horde were under Vanessa's command, and a large number of hunted beasts were also on her side.

A master chef cooks for her every day, and she eats beautifully.

Before Khadgar arrived, she had just finished a plate of smoked spore fish and a small plate of spicy lobster. Her mouth was full of oil, and she wiped her mouth before coming out.

According to her estimation, unless Khadgar's small universe explodes and teleports the entire coalition to Illidan, this battle will not be fought.

Neither side sacrificed, and not a single soldier died. Instead, she ate with a smile on her face. No matter how you look at it, she made a huge contribution to Azeroth. The only pity is that she can’t leave a name for her good deeds. No one knows about her. An offering made in it.

What a pity, what a pity!

She sighed softly: "This is difficult. I am the regent of Lordaeron, not the regent of the Kingdom of Stormwind. The soldiers of Lordaeron only account for a small part of the coalition army. It is difficult for me to manage the rest of the soldiers... ..Do you understand the relationship here?"

She didn't say it clearly, but Khadgar understood.

"I caused trouble for Your Highness. I'm sorry." He apologized sincerely and asked the regent of Lordaeron to lead the soldiers of the Kingdom of Stormwind. This was very detrimental to both parties. The army would not accept her order. Even if it was accepted, those The general will also be liquidated afterwards, and no one wants to do such a stupid thing.

"But the current situation..." He looked anxious.

Vanessa spread her hands: "You can tell me whatever you can do, and I'll try my best to help."

I just have no choice but to come to you. Khadgar sighed and left Alleria Fortress. He missed the days under Sir Lothar very much. Even if Turalyon was here, it would be difficult for him to be an archmage. Directly interfere with the command of the army.

There is no other way, just continue to maintain the current speed.

The coalition forces began to march towards the Dark Temple with a very high morale but slower and slower pace.

The easternmost part of Shadowmoon Valley.

This is the Dark Temple used as Illidan's base camp.

The Black Temple was originally the temple of Karabor of the Draenei. It was later conquered by the orcs, then occupied by the demons of the Burning Legion, and finally fell into the hands of Illidan.

The gorgeous temple of the past has long been beyond recognition. Evil energy has enveloped the building, and countless innocent souls have died in the corners of the temple. The once bright Karabor Temple has become a dark temple shrouded in evil energy and innocent souls.

Illidan had already destroyed Nazre'thar, the home of the Dread Lord, and achieved the greatest victory over the Burning Legion in the history of intelligent life for thousands of years.

He even obtained the artifact Seal of Argus in the main city of Nazretha. The coordinates of Argus, the throne of power of the Burning Legion, are in the mark.

Only by completely destroying Argus can we win this ultimate battle.

Unfortunately, Argus is surrounded by layers of magical energy. He must go to a broken world called Marton to obtain another artifact called the Sargrith Keystone in order to completely open the way to Argus.

Illidan is also a master tactician. He naturally knows the importance of intelligence. His men have long detected the news that the coalition forces are heading towards the Black Temple.

Even if he retrieves the Sargerit Keystone, he still needs this stronghold in Outland to prepare for his final attack. Illidan ordered his demon hunters to go to Marton to find the Sargerit Keystone, and he stayed in the darkness with the remaining soldiers. Temple.

Illidan is not afraid of any enemy, and he does not want to make unnecessary excuses. The world is stupid and cannot understand his way of doing things.

He sat at the top of the Black Temple and took out his two artifacts, the Warglaives of Azzinoth.

In order to let his body adapt to the upcoming battle, he practiced martial arts on the spot slowly but quickly, dancing the war blade like a windmill. The warm-up effect was great, and he was waiting for the alliance and the tribe to come for a bloody battle.

Wait, wait, wait...

His already active body relaxed again. He was a little surprised. Where were the Alliance and the Horde? The surroundings were calm and there was no movement.

I haven’t said anything yet, let’s continue warming up! He grabbed the war blade again, pointed it at the air, stabbed, chopped, chopped, and whittled, using all kinds of martial arts. He practiced for a full hour before stopping.

Is it time for the Alliance and Horde to come?

He stood at the top of the temple and looked west. The amber eyes that would have gone down in history were destroyed by Sargeras himself. The eyeballs in the eye sockets had long been burned into hollows by evil energy, and now they turned into two light green masses. The evil fire caused him to lose his mortal eyes, and his world lost its luster. However, the evil energy gave him a broader vision, and he could see many things that mortals could not see.

He stood at the top of the temple, akimbo and looking to the west. He looked for thirty minutes and didn't even see a ghost!

The night in the Black Temple soon came, and the sinister wind with the smell of sulfur passed in front of him, and the wails of the wronged souls seemed to be echoing in his ears. Illidan turned a blind eye and listened without hearing. His head was now full of doubts, those damn Alliance and Where has the tribe gone?

The next morning, he came to the top of the temple early in the morning and continued to wait.

He slashed at the air again, and then felt that it was a waste of energy. He threw away his arms and started sharpening the knife!

The Warglaives of Azzinoth are divided into left and right hands. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net There are two in total. Both ends of the warglaives are sharp blades. This is what Illidan obtained from a Burning Legion Doom Guard named Azzinoth. Seized from the body.

Illidan regarded it as a treasure and kept it with him for many years.

The artifact war blade lived up to his expectations. It had killed countless powerful enemies over the years and was still as sharp as ever.

Usually he is too busy and has no time to sharpen his knife, but today he really has nothing to do...

Grind it!

Boom, boom, boom, after grinding the front side, grind the back side. After grinding the back side, turn around and sharpen the blade on the other side.

After sharpening the war blade in the left hand, sharpen the right hand.

Two war blades, four sharp blades, and eight sides, he sharpened them all day long.

Alliance and Horde still haven't appeared...

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