Oryx asked the mage next to him for the exact location of his current location, and then asked the royal mage who remained in Rivendell to forward Catlana's letter.

In a short time, a blue magical light flashed in midair. A slender letterhead the length of a finger fell out of the miniature portal, and he took it in his hand, unwrapped the fire paint, took out the letter, and read it.

Katrana inquired about the progress of his side, saying that if Dalaran was ready to enter the tomb of Tyre, he hoped to contact the relevant person in charge as soon as possible to discuss the specific details of the trip to reduce the possible danger.

In short, it is a feeling of "I know the danger of this trip very well" and hope to shine. By the way, try to take the initiative in some details so that everyone falls into her trap.

But what she didn't know was that it was herself who was calculated.

"What did she say in the letter?" Crassus asked.

Oryx handed the letter to the other party, asked for the banknotes, asked the mage to summon a small table for him, and wrote a reply on the spot.

"Hmm...... It seems that she is bound to succeed in this expedition. I suspect that her original plan would have been to use Zakaz's shadow power to deepen your corruption. Crassus read the letter and expressed his guess.

This red dragon has already come to the conclusion that Count Catlana is indeed the incarnation of Onexia.

Exactly what happened to Oryx had no way of knowing.

In the letter, he gave Catlana the clear answer she wanted, claiming that Archmage Derlandon would be approaching her soon. After reading it to the few people around him, he asked the mage to send the letter back to the Rivendell collar and give it to the remaining royal mage to Katrana.

"I'm not worried about the safety of Earl Oryx," said Dryon, shaking his head when all this was done, "after all, we're here. What really unstruck me was how to counteract the aftermath of the arrest of Count Catlana. She is a powerful figure in the Stormwind Kingdom, and has almost won the support of the whole country. I was worried, and she had left plenty of room for the dangers she might encounter on this trip. None of us wants to lose the aid of the Stormwind Kingdom at such a juncture. ”

In the aftermath of the Northlands, the Stormwind Kingdom has sent enough reinforcements. Just as more than ten years ago, when the orcs destroyed Stormwind, the nations were called on by Alonthos Fao, who was then the archbishop of the Holy Light Church, to donate money to rebuild it.

Of course, this was led by Countess Catlana, and it was true that she wanted to use this to expand her influence in the Northlands and even in the entire alliance, but this assistance was indeed a relief in disguise.

"Don't be too pessimistic, Dryon, it's not that complicated," Crassus reassured, "I've gathered the evidence, and my people are currently investigating further in the Stormwind Kingdom and the Blackstone Tower. What I can assure you is that this will develop within a manageable range and will not cause unintended consequences. ”

"Okay, then I'll be relieved." Durandon nodded.

Crassus always had a different kind of charm, he was mysterious, but he was always thoughtful and purposeful in his speech. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he is the most capable of the six-member council of Kenrito, and all the councillors have 120 percent trust in him.

No one knows how many years he has been in office, and when he reveals his true identity, everyone is shocked and deeply glad that in such a catastrophe, there is such a colleague from the mysterious dragon clan on their side.

Thankfully, the dragon had already seen the current situation and was about to enter the war involving the fate of Azeroth.

"Alright, let's continue our search. If Onexia left anything nearby, we must find out the day after tomorrow. ”

Crassus clapped his hands and led everyone to start a new round of investigation.

……

"The undead are overwhelming, and our numbers are dwindling by the minute. What can we do to survive this terrible tribulation? ”

Arathi Heights.

The ruins of the easternmost asylum along the line from Hillsbrad to Arathi are the places where the former orc Great Chief Orgrim Orgrim Doomhammer died, and where the town of Hammerfall was originally located in the later generations.

Rain.

The blazing lightning that swept through the sky lit up the tragic battlefield.

The resurrected poured all over the mountains, like the rotten sores that wriggled and spread in the fertile fields, and there was no edge in sight.

In front of the ruins, there is a line of defences made of rubble, building materials, and dirt, slightly above the ground. But at this time, the gap between the defense line and the ground has long been piled up into a mountain of corpse balances.

It is not even possible to see where the trench that was dug is located.

Even the low-lying areas between the hills were completely filled in by corpses.

The orc soldiers were firmly entrenched in the defensive line, their weapons wielding like meat grinders, tearing apart the influx of resurrectants.

There are both humans and their former compatriots.

In the corner of the ruins, the blind prophet Drektar dragged his old body, his hands to the sky, and continued to channel the fury of the elements.

It wasn't the old blind shaman who led Thrall to the path of the shaman that caused the lightning storm, he just communicated the ubiquitous elements.

The existence of the Scourges and the Burning Legion is filled with elements of fear, disgust, and hatred, and the anger of this world is quickly vented to the enemies of all living beings.

From time to time, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and fell into a dense tide of corpses, blasting up the earth and stumps and severed arms.

But compared to the scale of the corpse tide, even the Elemental Fury, which could tear through the walls and destroy everything, no matter how dense it was, and how many kills it caused, paled in comparison.

"What the hell do we ...... How? Itreig stood beside Thrall, old eyes full of despair.

The body of this old orc has just recovered from the catastrophe suffered in Stratholme, and he has experienced a series of battles before reaching the end of his crossbow. His body was wrapped in bandages, and the muscles of his arms trembled slightly from excessive exertion for a long time, but the sharp axe in his hand was tightly gripped.

Beside him, the orc's great chieftain Thrall was also breathless, panting heavily.

He was the one who started the lightning storm, and now he rotates to the bottom for a temporary break. The ongoing guidance work was entrusted to Drektar.

Looking at the surging tide of corpses, and then looking at the cliff behind him, even he had to admit that the orcs ......

It seems to have come to an end.

Unless a miracle strikes. Diagram of the Avenue of the Heavens