Marvion in the crowd stood up at this time, only to hear him whisper: "I remembered the incident of the Dark Gate back then, when the demonic energy that destroyed Draenor poured into Azeroth through the Dark Gate, the land around the Dark Gate seemed to be like this!" ”

Marvien was the eldest of the people in the room, and one of the few warriors who had fought in the war against the orcs. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's grain!" Jon affirmed, "The grain is contaminated, it has become a way to spread the plague, and the land is what it is because of the contaminated grain!" ”

Everyone was silent, for Jon's guess made sense.

"Shall we go in and have a look?" Bridget said, trying to walk to the barn.

"Wait!" Jon hurriedly pulled her back.

"Don't have direct contact with this contaminated land and grain, or you're likely to get the plague!" He quickly explained.

"That's right!" Arthas shouted to the soldiers: "All wear gloves, or you will not be allowed to come near here!" ”

Jon and the others hurriedly took a few steps back to avoid being infected by the plague, while several heavily armed soldiers walked into the barn and brought out two boxes of grain.

"Wait!" Arthas suddenly stopped them.

Because he saw the mark on the chest of grain, which was the mark of Andorhar, and it was the grain distribution center in the North Shire!

"Damn it!" Arthas smashed his sledgehammer to the ground in anger: "I wonder how many villages will be spread by this plague!" ”

"Your Highness, we should hurry to Andorhar!" Faric couldn't help but say.

Arthas turned around, and he regained his composure: "Miss Moni, please burn down this damn barn!" ”

Mage Polly Moni nodded, and began to take the other Dalaran mages with them, using fire magic to quickly set the whole house on fire, just as they had just done before.

The smell of burning wheat suddenly filled the air, with a strange sweetness.

"It's a little similar to the pastry that Necromancer Ibby prepared for herself and Brigitte in Agamande Manor!" Jon judged.

"Everyone, full speed ahead, towards Andorhal!" At this time, Arthas gave the final order.

An army of about five hundred men, advancing towards Andohar.

……

Northrend, known as the "Roof of the World", is a wilderness covered in snow and ice all year round.

The closest thing to the sky in Northrend was undoubtedly the Ice Crown, and above the Ice Crown, there was a huge block of ice, which exuded a powerful force, and within a radius of hundreds of miles, no normal creature dared to approach here.

Crypt spiders, gargoyles, and frost dragons, of course, are not among them. These creatures accepted the call of the presence in the ice cube and came here to serve their new masters.

Naozu, the former Great Chief of the Tribe and now the Lich King, was imprisoned within this block of ice.

There was a heavy footstep, and then a huge red figure walked towards the ice, leaving a trail of pollution wherever he walked.

"Naozu, you're calling me?" The red figure shouted at the ice.

"Tikdios, long time no see, my friend!" From the glacier came the long voice of Naozu.

Tikdios, the leader of Nasrezm, the powerful Dreadlord, and the high-ranking commander of the Burning Legion; He had been sent to Azeroth many years ago to guard and assist Neozu in the mission given to him by Lord Akmund, and he was currently the commander-in-chief of the Burning Legion's Azeroth Expeditionary Force.

"Hmph, it's been a long time!" Tikdios snorted coldly, "Neozu, you have to remember that Lord Akmund's patience has a limit, and you know his anger very well!" ”

"yes!" Neozu in the ice cube said slowly: "It is precisely because Lord Akmund's patience is limited, so we should be more patient, otherwise if we fail, I am afraid that we will be punished even more severely......

Tikdios didn't answer, although he knew that Neozu was making excuses for his incompetence, but he had to admit that this former old orc, what he said still made some sense.

In this seemingly small world of Azeroth, there are many powerful beings hidden, and the failure of that expedition 10,000 years ago has taught him a lot. So in a sense, you do have to be a little patient.

"Then wait for the good news, Nao Zu!" Tikdios sneered, "I hope that in the future, there will be a place for you on the throne of Argus!" ”

Tikdios' tone softened.

"Then let a Dreadlord be at my disposal!" Neozu finally said what he really meant: "Now I need a little help!" ”

Tikdios wanted to reply to him, how could the noble Nasrezm clan let you be driven by a small orc...... But for the sake of the great cause of the legion, he finally held back.

"Tell me your reasons, Naozu!" He thought for a moment and asked.

"The little guy I fell in love with has been successfully attracted to me!" Naozu replied with a smile, "But in order for him to come to me, I need a little bit of bait, Tikdios, what is the reason for this?" ”

"You never told me about your complete plan!" Tikdios narrowed its eyes.

"It doesn't matter, does it?" Naozu asked rhetorically.

Tikdios knew very well that this former orc must now have a ghost in mind. But as he said, it didn't matter, once Lord Akmund reigned in this world, any resistance, any conspiracy would be futile.

"Marganis!" Tikdios called softly as dark energy gathered in his hands.

A legion's portal gradually appeared at the top of Icecrown, and as the portal was completely formed, a green Nasremz walked out of the portal.

"Tikdios, you're calling me?" Marganis asked.

Nasremuz, who had been sent to Azeroth by the Burning Legion, and the other demons would be at the mercy of Tikdios, and Marganis was no exception!

Tikdios said lightly: "From now on, you obey the command of Naozu, and now he needs a little help from you!" ”

"Him?" A hint of disdain flashed in the corner of Malganis' eyes.

"Yes!" Tikdios replied, "Neozu has a plan for Lord Akmund to truly descend into this world!" ”