Titan Dawn

"The general plan is like this. The alliance and the new tribe ’s army are responsible for attacking Stratholme. The alliance goes west, the tribe goes east, and the two left and right urban areas are cleared at the same time. Is that okay?"

Tirion Fortin stood at the round table, pointing to a floor plan of Stratholme on the table, with a detailed map of the Eastern Plaguelands next to it.

"No problem, you are guaranteed to complete the task." The Duke of Burval was wearing dark gold Union Marshal's armor with a lion head pattern on his chest.

"The tribe is okay, just leave it to us." King Saurfang slammed the armor on his chest, and made a bang.

Since the death of his brother Brox, Warlock has become the sole overlord of the new tribe.

Speaking of his brother Brox, Warlock was very proud and even envious. After Brox died in the War of the Ancients, and the red dragon Krassus returned his axe, the new tribe immediately became feverish.

Jump into the portal and enter the world of Argus to block the endless Burning Legion demons and the dark **** Sargeras.

His deeds spread widely, and the night elves of the night elves also came forward to prove it, and said that Brocks was an invincible hero among the orcs, and the entire Azeroth owed him a favor.

The orcs of the new tribe spontaneously held many commemorative activities. No matter which clan, even the orcs of the steel tribe, held a grand ceremony for Brocks.

Brox's axe was stored separately for later admiration. The orcs wrote him his own heroic epic, and only the heroes and warriors recognized by all orcs are eligible for this kind of autobiographical epic, which will be passed on forever.

And Varok did not lose his brother's face. Although he did not have the opportunity to die in glory, he also trained a batch of outstanding soldiers for the new tribe. His personal strength even surpassed Orgrim and Mafia at the peak of the year. Even Grom * Hellscream bluntly stated that Warlock's strength was one-on-one with him, and he only had a 60-70% chance of winning.

As for Cargas * Blade Fist. . . Well, in addition to serving the Emperor of the Night, he only has Grom. Expecting him to convince others, that's a lot of thinking.

In short, Varok was also greatly admired by the orcs, and Chief Chief Thrall even bestowed the title of Supreme Glory on King Thalufal.

Tirion Fortin nodded, and then looked at General Bridget Abides.

"The Scarlet Pioneer will operate with Silver Dawn, and will advance directly into the Town Hall Square, occupy the psychic tower there, and then attack Naxxramas to control the access device for access."

"No problem, my fighters will cooperate fully." Bridgette shrugged. He was in blood-red armor, and his chest was marked by the crossing of two blood-colored swords. This was the new logo of the Blood-colored Vanguard.

"The small undead around Stratholme were left to the adventurers to clean up, and they still had a good way to deal with these small forces."

Tirion suddenly thought of something and looked at King Saurfang again.

"By the way, can I ask, what are the Forgotten People doing? We are about to attack Naxxramas, and I need to know the attitude of the Banshee King."

King Sarufal shrugged, "Queen Sylvanas is storming Scarlet Monastery recently, so Lord Forddin can rest assured that members of our tribe will not do anything to come in."

At this moment a silver dawn waited and hurried in.

"Lord Ford, Princess Carlia is leading the Lordaeron and is now at the gate."

"Invite Princess Kalia to come in, haha, we have one more help. This battle of natural disasters, we will win."

Princess Carlia is still wearing blue and white armor, short golden hair circled in the back of her head, holding the golden long sword "Dawning Morning Light" that the Emperor gave her.

"It's an honor to meet you, Your Royal Highness. The last time I met, was when I first became a paladin. Oh, those days were so missed." Tirion stepped forward to Caria in a standard Lordaeron manner. Bowed.

"We have all lost a lot, Lord Lord Fording. This time you called for the attack on the Scourge of the Undead, and I and Lordaeron's Rebel Army will fully support it, also for Lordaeron." Princess Caria smiled, and then seriously Reply.

The Duke of Berwal also stepped forward and bowed, "I'm glad to meet you, Kalia, the deeds of you and your dawn, and they are widely spread in the Brotherhood of Dawn."

Kalia went to the round table and nodded to the Duke of Berwal.

"This is all a gift from the Lord of God. It gives me hope to revive Lordaeron, and I also thank you and your brother for your support to the Revival Army."

"It's also a pleasure to meet you, King Saurfang. I hope that the Horde will have more upright and glorious warriors like you, and less treacherous and cunning presence." Kaliya then headed for Sarufa across the round table. King Seoul nodded.

Saurfang laughed a few times, and then stared at Kaliya: "The tribe is mostly a warrior of integrity and glory, and the treacherous and cunning existence that Her Royal Highness said, I don't know who it is."

"Well, if the forgotten can use less of their plague weapons that are no different from the undead, I think I can change some of my views."

Tirion hastily stopped the conversation between the two parties, or the smell of gunpowder in the room would start to thicken again.

"This attack on the Scourge of the Undead, I hope that all parties can join hands and work together to put down the grievances temporarily, after all ..."

"Report! Lord Lord Ford, urgent!" The Silver Dawn scout rushed in again, interrupting Tirion's speech.

"That ... that God is here!"

Tirion was puzzled when he heard the words, "Queen? What queen?"

The scout panting, trying to keep his words coherent: "It was the Queen who carried the Red Long Knife and cut and wounded the Emperor of the Night God."

The people in the room immediately forgot about their gunpowder-like arguments, and their attention turned to them.

"Let's go, everyone, to meet this grumpy god. After all, people have come to help us."

Tirion said with a smile, and then strode out.

In front of the gate of the Silver Dawn Base, the Demon Sword Girl stood quietly at the door, waiting for the reply from the commander.

Then she saw the big man Tirion Fording walked up, which made the girl a little nervous. Www.wuxiaspot.com ~ When the ordinary girl was a big girl, Tirion was completely in the story. The record, the lofty legend.

That is, the enemy, Sarodhar, the hatred in the girl's heart completely overwhelmed that tension, and there was no sense of facing the Titan deity at all.

"Welcome, you are willing to come and join our cause to attack the undead Scourge together, it is a noble sentiment." Tirion bowed with a smile, wisely without a kiss.

The Emperor of the Night is extremely averse to kissing salutes, which is no longer news.

"Hello Lord Lord Ferdin, I'm here to contribute my own strength to the destruction of the Scourge." Yao Daoji tried hard to recall the etiquette that she had read in the novel, and performed a ceremony.

"You don't have to be so polite to the Queen of God, you can come very well!"

"Queen? What queen? Do you think I'm Sarrodar's wife?" The demon sword girl suddenly blew her hair, and the enemy was misunderstood as her husband, which made the girl instantly forget all the etiquette.

Oh, it seems that this queen is in a cold war with the emperor. . .

Lord Lord Fording knew for a moment, but this **** turned out to be a bad temper.

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