Located north of the Thunder Bluff Fortress and the Golden Horde, Goga Sacred Mountain is about three days of horseback riding on either side, exactly in an equilateral triangle. Geographically, it is already part of the eastern end of the Great Atlantis Mountains. However, in the radius of a hundred miles around this mountain range that reaches into the sky, you can not feel the special cold, and you can even feel a trace of comfortable warmth in the mountain pass - this is not warmth in the sense of temperature, but a comfortable feeling of flowing qi and blood and stretching the body.

"Well, sure enough, like the Ice Crystal Temple in Norda, the Emerald Palace in Twilight Island, and the Pure Spirit Court under Mount Hyjal, this is also the node of the leylines. Full of aura and active elements! Lu hoped in the distance, surrounded by the sea of clouds, a little bit of the mountain that was exposed, took a deep breath, felt the pleasure of being more and more full and comfortable, and couldn't help but stretch his waist.

If it is set according to the worldview of the hometown-style story, this should be the so-called feng shui treasure land and the world cave and the like. Those cultivators who want to build a sect will definitely beat out all the dog's brains for this.

"In the past, the Gelsala people had built a stargazing platform and a planetarium on the top of that mountain, which were their most powerful demonic weapons. On the one hand, it can obscure the sky and interfere with the stars, which is simply fatal to the astrological mages of Samonshire. In addition, it can change the climate on a large scale, creating typhoons, torrential rains and even thunderstorms to hit an area on a large scale. Panarsis squinted, as if trying to find the remnants of those ancient demonic weapons from the snowy mountains in the distance.

"Weather weapons? Well, even in our hometown, it's a black technology that exists in fantasy. ”

"In addition, it is also the seat of the Royal Mystic Academy, where the nobles of Gersala trained spellcasters. However, when it comes to secret arts, the people of Gersara are not very creative in magic, but they are very good at collecting, and they have gathered a large number of various magic points from various countries and races. "Fat Snow Leopard Road. He immediately realized that everyone was watching him, and hurriedly explained, "Well, in the heyday of the Gelsala Empire, Osha once incarnated as a Gelsar nobleman, and mixed in here to systematically learn magic. ”

"Is that madman so studious?" Lu Xi was really a little surprised.

"Uh, this...... Probably to avoid the pursuers sent by Deliger at that time, right? ”

Well, that explanation makes sense. This fat snow leopard is obviously a careless foodie who waits for death to eat and die, but he has such a wealth of knowledge of magic (and all kinds of relics), and the accumulation at that time should have played a certain role.

"To be honest, the era when the Gelsala people dominated the land was not a good era, but the civilization they created actually had merit. When their empire collapsed, the coalition forces burned all the Gelsala creations in the mountains, which I personally disagree with. There was a hint of embarrassment in the words of the fat snow leopard.

"Then we have to thank the Supreme Will for the arrangement, the inhabitants who occupied this place after the Catastrophe are the least good at magic and construction of the ancient gold species."

We all know that the Beamon Behemoth is the oldest golden bloodline in the world, born even before the mortal elves, the Gerzas, the mermaids, and so on. In the ancient wilderness, before the Gelsars established themselves as a military empire, these behemoths that emerged from the mountains were the representatives of the vast and endless wilderness of the north. They were so powerful that even true dragons and titans would not dare to confront them head-on on the ground.

What we also know is that the Beamon Behemoth may be too physically good to use magic, and it is also unmotivated to develop civilization, and has been in a careless primitive community state. Thus, when the Gelsars became the masters of the north, civilization and centralized power eventually coalesced into a dominance even more majestic than the mountains, and these huge beasts, who boasted of being comparable to the mountains, finally lowered their heads and became the pawns of this fighting people to conquer all directions.

However, the golden bloodline is proud after all! Such humiliation, of course, also planted the seeds of betrayal.

In addition to the internal fighting of its own royal nobles and the siege of all the surrounding countries, the rebellion of the vassal races that have been serving as slaves, cannon fodder and even pets in the empire itself has indeed added a strong touch to the demise of this fierce ancient gold race.

At that stage, the roar of the Behemoth shook the sky, tearing open the cage of the Gersala with its giant claws that could easily shatter the mountains and cause earthquakes. Then the orcs, trolls, minotaurs, and centaurs burst out of the prison and attacked every Gelsala who tried to turn them into slaves again. They fought beside the towering guardians of the mountains, fearless, unstoppable, and gained the most precious thing of a living being and a race of wisdom that they had never experienced since the birth of the race—freedom!

Of course, the orcs have reason to proclaim that they are "never slaves", and the greatest guardians of this "never slave" are those ancient golden species that appeared in the world almost the moment the world was born, and they are also the most powerful creatures in the world in terms of individual strength and physical fitness, the Beamon Behemoth.

However, faith is faith, totem is totem, but history is history. In fact, historical records tell us that at that time, the first to raise the banner of rebellion against the Gelsala was not the Beamon Behemoth, which was stronger than the Gelsala people, but the orcs who seemed to be very weak in front of both.

That's called Goga? The orc youth of the blade heart has a rare incitement and eloquence among the orc race. He sneaked into the dwellings of the Ancient Beamon Elders, and impressed the ancient beasts with "sincerity" and "blood", "love" and "truth", so that they finally agreed to join the anti-Gersar uprising alliance - of course, this is recorded in the official history books of Orgrimmar. In fact, if you analyze it with historical materialism, you can guess that the Beamon Behemoth has its own very realistic considerations and interests.

They can be seen as the most powerful clans and minions of Ragbar, the god of tyranny and servitude. The two are even a symbiotic relationship of fate and suffering. Even the powerful demon god who was one of the "Three Demon Kings" in mythology paid three points of respect to the Behemoths. However, during the period of the Gelsala Empire, such a proud golden race was regarded as a large, powerful pet and cannon fodder by this group of "disrespectful" ghost clans. Such a gap is enough to make a group take risks - from this reason, we can understand that the nation is indeed bigger than the sky, and once it is destroyed, it will be related to the survival of the country. After all, the problem of ascending to grace and fighting against hatred is too human, and individuals will have it, and groups will have it too. You have to give up minorities as ancestors, otherwise you will undermine national unity.

Anyway, in the one named Goga? Instigated by the young orc leader of Bladeheart, a great orc uprising spread throughout the Gersara Empire broke out, and it did the most lethal damage to this powerful military empire. Of course, this first uprising didn't succeed in the end, Goga? Bladeheart is also captured in a battle. The Gelsa people subjected him to the most cruel "torture of devouring" - that is, tying him to the mountain wall, allowing eagles and dogs to gnaw at his flesh and internal organs, while using magic to hang the prisoner's life and prevent him from dying. In the past, those executed did not die from serious injuries, but from the mental load of excruciating pain. However, it is said that during the execution, Goga did not even scream, and kept loudly proclaiming his ideas or reciting poems in praise of freedom.

"Orcs will never be slaves" is the legendary man's deathbed declaration.

After that, more than ten years passed, and the Gersala Empire finally turned into a sea of fire under the siege of the nations. Above its scorched earth, the first Orc Golden Horde Khan called Oggar, who was also the son of Goga, finally established a unified kingdom of orcs.

Then, the Beamon Behemoths got what they wanted. In the community of the Orgrimmar Clan Alliance, they enjoy the richest offerings and the highest degree of courtesy. The orcs even regarded it as a demigod and a totem of the present world. Even the Bloodthirsty King, who had usurped a part of Ragbar's godhead and returned to Orgrimmar, did not dare to be rude to the Beamon Behemoths, and even shared his divine power with some ancient Beamons who were strong enough, giving them even more power.

If in Ragbar's time, Beamon was still a very valuable employee of the boss, but by the time he arrived at Parkens, he had at least been promoted to a minority shareholder who could sit on the board of directors.

The Behemoths of Beamon occupied the location of the advanced academy used by the nobles of Gersala to train transcendent spellcasters, and it was vaguely a hidden mountain called "Hogg What", which is said to be the largest gathering point of spiritual veins in the entire Great Wilderness, which is commonly known as the treasure land of feng shui. The ancient elders of Beamon then renamed it Goga Sacred Mountain, of course, in honor of the ancient indomitable leader of the orcs.

The years that followed were the golden age of the Behemoths of Beamon. They are a race that grows and breeds quite slowly, and consumes a lot of resources, in a sense, even more troublesome than dragons; Rather, after thousands of years of development, the population of Bimon is said to have exceeded 2,000 horses at its peak, and it was the most prosperous era since they were born in the world.

Then, it was the Qiming War that made this ancient beast of golden blood almost completely cut off its children and grandchildren.

We all know how cruel it would be to turn into a cold-blooded avenger, Claudius the Great, after the death of Pahn, the Knight of the Dawn. For all the races that stood on the opposite side of the Dawn Alliance, they "really killed and decisively" engaged in a genocidal policy. The head of the hundreds of Beamon Behemoths nailed to the Jianwan Avenue was one of the greatest martial arts honors he had been praised by later generations.

The Qiming War caused Beamon to lose almost all of his ancient races and most of his young men, and then suffered successive blows in the northern hegemony with the Nords. By the time of the Overlord Steemsun, the Northern Overlord even declared that he had made the species history once and for all—and it turned out that there were still a number of Beamon's seeds left in the mountains. From now on, the Beamon Behemoth, as the most powerful class of Orgrimmar, can only be regarded as an existential force.

"There should be no more than a hundred Beamon Behemoths in existence." This statement comes from the masters of astrology and prophecy, and although there is no scientific evidence, it is still accepted by most people in this occult world.

As a result, for a long time, no matter how large the Bimon appeared on the battlefield, he would only occasionally send two or three big cats and kittens to fight with the orc army. Even during the period when Mubohair, when a large number of troops were assembled to confront the southern front, there were less than ten heads before and after, and they were basically young people who were still in the bear child stage, and there was a feeling of lack of human resources, and only half of the children could be put on the battlefield.

"However, now that they have all come to the city like this, and the whole Orgrimmar is facing the point of destruction, these guys should be out of the nest even if they are cold, right?" Lu Xi pondered.

"Back then, in the cold battle of His Majesty Overlord to conquer Orgrimmar, the Beamon Behemoth that accompanied the main force of the orcs into battle was said to have more than two hundred." Artoria said, with a hint of fascination and pride in her tone: "Then, they all died on the battlefield. ”

Yes, yes, if it were to be politically correct in the future, sooner or later, your distant great-uncle and grandfather would be dragged out and framed by the little animal protectors every year for the crime of species extinction. However, in that era, this was indeed an epic-level glorious Warring States, and the old man of the overlord certainly had reason to believe that he had completely turned Beamon into a historical term.

However, it is true that this race should still exist.

Lu Xi arrived at Goga Sacred Mountain a week later with 200 cannons plus his artillery and 1,500 gunners. Here, everyone's old acquaintance, the 10,000 people led by the Marquis of Hector, the Taishou of the northern border of Virginia, has been stationed here for a long time, just to monitor the giant beasts living in the mountains.

This is not an easy task. 10,000 elite soldiers, placed on a normal battlefield, would be an important force that can affect the fate of a major war or even a country, but in the face of more than a hundred desolate beasts, it is another matter. To be clear, who among you thinks that a hundred miscellaneous soldiers together can kill a true dragon of more than one young species? As a result, it is not surprising that a tough guy like Hector also showed a haggard and tired look.

He naturally welcomed Lu Xi's support: "If the remaining Beamon really pounces out of the mountain pass, we can only try our best to hold back the other party and give the main force of our army under the Thunder Cliff a chance to react." Although Your Majesty has sent me all the Ice Fields Mammoths of the Greenway Tribe, I really don't know if I can stop the charge of hundreds of Beamon Behemoths! ”

This ice mammoth is also a phantom beast species, and it is the largest land animal in the entire Arel Plateau, with an adult height of more than six meters and a weight of more than 30 tons. In the Arel Plateau, many herders are also grazing mammoths, but only the Greenway, an ethnic minority living in the far north, has the ability to domesticate this super-large mammoth and charge into battle.

However, no matter how strong this kind of thing is, it is only according to the standard of "mortal things". In this world, there is no creature on land that can face Beamon, not even a real dragon - this is one of the objective truths that everyone agrees on.

"However, with these things, we are sure that the mountain pass will be sealed." The Marquis looked at the Federation and Dwarven artillerymen who were arranging their positions not far away, and kept his eyes on the cannons. He is also a new class of soldiers, and he is naturally very curious about this new weapon, which is said to have a subversive effect on the mode of warfare.

"Not only that, but I'll be able to sprinkle a handful of small props on the side of the mountain pass later. Even if the big guys really can't hold their breath, it's better to move after I've scattered everything. Lu Xi looked at the valley where there was still no movement, and frowned slightly: "You have been stationed here for a month, and there is really no movement at all?" Even if there are no spies who come out to find out the situation? ”

"I don't think Beamon's size can wait for a spy." The Marquis of Hector made a joke, and then said, "However, there is indeed no movement at all in the mountain. Speaking of this, he smiled bitterly at himself: "This is actually quite torturous for us. ”

"It's like that shoe that won't fall off?" Lu Xi asked with a smile.

This stalk actually lacks a little cultural foundation, but as smart as His Excellency the Marquis, he understood after a few seconds of reaction, so his smile became even more distressed: "If it's really just like this, it's great." ”

Lu Xi stretched out his hand and looked at the towering mountain range in the distance, looking at the huge mountain pass, as well as the huge totem and door-frame buildings in front of the mountain pass. The main road of the pass went deep into the mountains, and the fog was shrouded in it, and it was impossible to see what was inside. At first glance, I thought it was the mouth of a giant beast that could devour everything, and it made people's hearts palpitate.

"Otherwise, we can test it." Artoria suggested.

"No...... Don't do anything. Lu Xi said in a low voice. Since he covered his forehead with his palm, no one saw that his right eye had turned golden.

"I'm going to go in and have a look, and everyone should be on guard."

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