Stratholme God

   Chapter 276 Dive into the human world (1 more)

After    McDonald's left, compared to Earth, Azeroth's time seemed to press the fast-forward button 10 times. In fact, on the day that Deathwing jumped the volcano, the gear of the conspiracy started again.

  Dark Portal!

   This majestic castle only exists in the blueprint, and guarding the cursed land is still the Alliance expedition led by Turalyon.

   This is definitely a chore.

  The once fertile land was tossed by Gul'dan and turned into a barren land, not to mention the remnants of fel energy in some places. Ordinary human beings approaching, it is really life-threatening.

  Evil energy is the place of life, derived from life, and reborn into a very chaotic energy.

   A small amount of fel energy is fine. Once it exceeds the size of a fist, it will automatically absorb the life force of people, and many patrolmen are tied to adults.

  This becomes most of the time it is best for the paladins to open the way, find out, and then set the route as a patrol route. After all, on the cursed land, even if there is no grass, there are still some remnants of demons. These are small wild demons that were created by various summoning experiments when the warlocks of the Shadow Council came here.

   This also resulted in a rather inadequate patrolling and guarding around the Dark Portal.

  No one noticed that a human figure in black clothes and black armor and a crown of flames existed, taking advantage of the dark night, and quietly descended around the gate of darkness.

   He has a handsome and sturdy face, like a big beard with the word [屮] upside down, and a proud face carved into his face.

   "Huh? Is this the Dark Portal that my father called it? Interesting toy! It's because Onyxia is so useless that I have to go there myself."

   This person, no, this dragon is Nefarian, the famous black dragon prince in later generations.

   That is, today, in order to hide his actions, he didn't have a big gem like a brazier on his head. Otherwise, with his sassy bag, it would definitely be as dazzling as a beacon in the dark night.

Gently pressed the 'claws' that turned into human hands on the empty 'door panel' in the middle of the Dark Portal, as if he opened not the Dark Portal, but the coffin slabs of millions of orcs. If there are sand sculpture players at this moment, it must be Give him a "Suona Version of Brother Hei Carrying the Coffin".

  Unfortunately, there is none. When McDonald left this world, all players were forcibly ejected from this world. The famous Trident Legion followed their lord overnight, and the world evaporated.

  The door was not fully opened, it was just a wave of space fluctuations like a person tall, easily swallowing Nefarian.

  No one knows what the Black Dragon Prince did in the distant world of Draenor.

   Time has passed, and the Dark Gate 2 has entered winter.

  The original uproar of the Dark Portal war came to an end, leaving only a sliver of feathers, and all countries were like wounded beasts, licking their wounds.

   A piece of news spread among the top of the alliance—the Duke of Stratholme, who had supported the entire war almost by himself, temporarily left this world. It is said that it was the arrangement of Nozdormu, the bronze dragon king.

   was almost dragged into the alliance of the Dragon Clan Civil War, of course he didn’t dare to put half of it.

  But N kings beat their chests and feet, only when they lose them can they understand the preciousness of what they once had - such a big local tyrant, he just left as soon as he said it, I haven't had time to pick up a million points of wool!

   Before leaving, McDonald left a letter to Bolvar, Lao Taizi, Mograine and other close bosses.

   It is one thing to say arranging, but another thing to sew wool.

  Without the additional approval from McDonald's, who would dare to embezzle the money from the Stratholme family's treasury to support other countries?

  Before leaving, the palace sign became the left and right palace sign.

   Left Palace Prime Minister Barcelas, Right Palace Prime Minister Lor'thema * Theron.

  Batheras is in charge of internal affairs, Lor'themar is in charge of military logistics, working according to the five-year plan, and restraining each other, no one can hold one more copper coin.

  Without the powerful center of McDonald's, the operation of the entire Stratholme Territory is quite satisfactory, but it lacks spirituality.

   This inadvertently gave an orc clan in the Alterac Mountains a chance to breathe.

   On a snow-covered mountainside.

   "Boom!"

   With a loud bang, a green-skinned orc smashed a large hole through this tower, which could accommodate twenty people, with a giant hammer.

   An orc held a shield made of animal head, bark and wooden plank, headed in front, and rushed into the sentry tower. After a fierce and short duel, the more orcs won the victory.

"Oooo--"

   "Lok'Tar!"

   Over a hundred orcs roared excitedly. No one would have imagined that they were centered on an overly young orc and praised him with all the stars.

At this time, another group of orcs approached, and the leader was the former Black Scars clan chief Kashdrak. Unexpectedly, the totem on his shoulders and face was no longer the style of the Black Scars clan, but changed to Totem of the Frostwolf.

   "Nice job, Gooel! Can't tell, you're just a 12-year-old."

   The green face, who is young and handsome in terms of orcs, raised his head: "I'm already a qualified warrior."

   "I can see it, young master." Cashdrak gave a respectful salute.

   "Go back first."

"it is good."

  The orcs rode on the white warg and ran.

   Along the way, an orc hunter drove a special warg with a broom-like broom tied to his tail, sweeping the floor while running the S-shape, erasing the footprints of the large army. After a blizzard, the seasoned hunter couldn't see any footprints left.

   They came to a narrow valley that seemed to be empty.

Visually, this is a valley with a depth of less than 40 meters, but in reality, there is no way to see the mountains and rivers, and there is another village. At the end of the tunnel, there is a bigger valley inside.

   This is the settlement of the Frostwolf clan [Frostwolf Valley].

  Because of the very high altitude and the tenth-level gale mixed with hail all year round at the top of the valley, this is an absolute blind spot for human reconnaissance.

   The Frostwolf clan, accustomed to living in the ice and snow environment, has long taken root here.

   Suddenly heard a hello.

   "Gu'el, the chief is looking for you."

"it is good!"

   Came to the largest wooden house, Gu Yier and his party saw a burly brown-red skinned orc with only one left arm left.

   "Father!" Guyer bowed his head and saluted.

   "Child, you're back!"

  If MacDonald or the Sand Sculpture player were there, he would definitely be shocked, because he was actually Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf clan who had theoretically been assassinated by a killer sent by Gul'dan.

  The world line has clearly gone wrong!

   Durotan, who should have died, is still alive. Normally, Thrall, the famous tribal chieftain who is only 2 years old this year, is almost 13 years old, and now uses his real name [Guil].

   "Father, are you looking for me for something?"

   "Yes, there is one big thing about the survival of all orcs that must be done by you."

"What's up?"

   "Dive into the human world and learn human civilization and knowledge!" Durotan was playing with a strange bead: "Just use this thing."

   (end of this chapter)