Varian's return did not bring much turmoil between the Alliance and the Horde, and he immediately recognized all the contracts signed by Prince Anduin, and said that he would strictly follow the agreements signed with the Horde. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But the outer regions are turbulent, and the shattered world devastated by war seems to be about to usher in a new round of war.

The battle between Illidan and the demons has entered a fever pitch, and his army recently launched a raid on the Burning Legion's portals on the Hellfire Peninsula, and according to the Elven Scout's report, the raid was successful, with three huge demon portals being closed and the entire demon camp slaughtered, and Illidan seemingly himself appearing and taking something from there.

The Maghan orcs led by Garrosh became more and more restless day by day, and even had an incident of confrontation with the guards of the excavation site, of course, the result was the same as before, Garrosh was 'sent' back by Kael'thas with magic.

Stratholme, on the other hand, was calm, and the populace still didn't smell any war, except for the strange large ships that suddenly appeared in the northern harbor.

There were no masts, no sails, two more huge wheels in the stern, and a lot of strange flying machines on the deck, which some of the citizens of Stratholme recognized and knew that they were the air forces of the Great Lord, and that they were much more powerful than the planes of the dwarves and gnomes.

Merchants and adventurers, who had never seen such strange ships before, stood on the outskirts of the harbor and inquired curiously, and the citizens pouted, bothering to bother them.

"These sailors are well trained." In fact, Benny didn't see anything at all, he didn't know anything about ships, he just watched the sailors busy but not flustered.

"There are a lot of people who are displaced from the western wilderness, and they all have experience in the water, and they are good sailors with a little training." The captain said with a smile.

Benny nodded, he didn't care about these so-called 'aircraft carriers', in his opinion, these sailors were the most important, the excavation of the Voshu Valley spaceship had come to an end, that thing would become a model for the 'Helicarrier', used to make the real 'Helicarrier', Naru's own spaceship was a great waste, except for being able to carry people, it was useless.

The most similar to the environment in the sky and space is the sea, these experienced sailors can quickly transform into spaceship pilots after a short period of training, time is now the most precious thing, and there is no room for waste.

"Not bad." Benny, who was walking around, kept nodding. "Increase the amount of training, especially those sea pilots, ask for money directly to the logistics department, and I will write you a warrant!"

"Yes!" The captain stepped forward happily, which means that the high lord values them, and speaking of which, these so-called 'navies' are in. The position of the Dawn Light is indeed very embarrassing, Benny has not let them form an army alone, but it is formally under the direct jurisdiction of the Great Lord, and the logistics have always been mixed with those legions, you know, even the First Knights have their own special logistics department, but for their behavior of asking for money and people, the Great Lord has never refused, and they gradually can't figure out the thoughts of this big lord who is many years older than them.

"Don't keep your eyes on the sea." Benny stood at the bow of the boat and pointed to the calm blue sea. "This is not our home turf, and no matter how well equipped we are, we can't fight Naga in the water, that's not bravery, it's stupidity."

"But what is the point of the existence of these sailors and ships" if ------ say?

"Know about those ships in Naaru?"

The naval officer who followed behind nodded, of course they knew that the Draenei had come to this world on ships as huge as the city, and that day, the obscuring ship made people think that a miracle had befallen them------ most of the citizens of Stratholme still think so.

"That's what you'll be driving in the future, maybe not that big, but it's not that small." Benny smiled and walked into the cabin, leaving a trail of stunned officers.

"Let's go!"

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Outlands, eastern part of Shadowmoon Valley, upper Dark Temple.

The wide square had been filled with captives, including the hundreds of Elven Watchers who had followed Mavi here, and the Broken Ones who refused to submit, each of them fixed in place, with a demon standing behind them.

"Illidan, do you want to sacrifice to your masters?" Mavi is trapped in a magical cage, just like she once did to Illidan. "What a good dog!"

"Short-sighted idiot." Illidan smiled disdainfully. "Infinite life doesn't give you a long-term perspective, you're no different from other fools! I let you out so that you can witness a great moment! ”

"I'm going to show you how my Illidaray destroyed the Burning Legion!"

The hideous and evil green ornament lit up with a dark green light, and a thick black mist rose from beneath his feet, enveloping his body.

Huge dark green runes lit up on the platform, and the captives suddenly began to twitch unnaturally.

"You demon!" Mavi knew what he was doing, she had seen this evil scene countless times during the Battle of the Ancients, and he was really sacrificing.

Mavi's curses didn't cause any ripples in Illidan's mind, and from the moment Tyrande denounced him as a demon, he had only one goal in mind, to destroy the Burning Legion, and to do whatever it took to do so.

The blue spirit floated out of the captive's head and converged on Illidan's hand, the captive twitching and his eyes whitening.

The souls of the hundreds of captives did not seem to satisfy Illidan's needs, and the same green but distinct power from the evil energy floated out of each captive, and the captives were like deflated balls, quickly drying up, and in a moment they were silent.

The space in front of Illidan began to distort, and a pitch-black crack was torn open by an inexplicable force, filling it with evil energy.

The crack widened, gradually forming a huge portal, the dry earth, the dark green pus flowing, and the ever-changing scene flickered in the evil energy.

"Nazreza." Demon language is inherently a sense of evil gloom, and this language is clearly different from elven language and lingua franca, and all elven warriors who have participated in the ancient war know some demon language, and Ma Wei is no exception.

"My Illidare!" Illidan snapped his blade. "Destroy it!" (To be continued.) )