"Huh?"

Kel'thugad's image focused on the monk's body, and after feeling Kel'thugad's gaze, the monk's kneeling body on the ground couldn't help but tremble. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"What's going on, servant?" Kel'thugad's voice was filled with bitter cold, and its image stared at the acolyte, and in those empty eyes, the fire of the soul burned like a black hole that consumed life, bringing endless death.

"It's... Yes, my lord......" said the acolyte, tremblingly, "since nearly ten days ago, we ...... Immediately, I was not able to receive any ...... Any news about Varedos ......"

“...... That is, the plan is exposed! Kel'thugad raised his voice.

"No, I don't know!" The acolyte replied fearfully, "But, according to ...... We planted it in the Tribe, and the informant replied that a few days earlier, the Tribes had sent a survey force to the farm where they had lost contact. But that ...... It's just a team of dozens of people! Yes, it should ...... Won't ......"

"Idiot!" Kel'thugad roared, "Idiots, all fools, a bunch of brainless ghouls. The ten-meter-tall image emitted an angry sound, the successive defeats in the Dragonbone Wilderness, and the restraint of the powerful Holy Light power of the Ash Emissary, had already made Kel'thugad furious. The image more than ten meters high grabbed the acolyte who was kneeling on the ground, and saw that an arm made of shadows grabbed the kneeling acolyte and lifted it to a height of more than ten meters.

The fire of the soul, burning in the hollow skull. Kel'thugad looked at the injured acolyte and asked angrily, "Idiot, who gave you the audacity to hide this news from me, you ruined my good deeds, and my plans were all messed up by you incompetent waste!" ”

"Your Excellency, Lord Kel'thugad!" The acolyte who was arrested said in fear, "It's none of my business, I just knew, spare my life, spare my life, spare my life......"

"Useless waste!" "The Scourge doesn't need an incompetent waste like you, a headless ghoul is more suitable for you stupid!" ”

"No, no, no..... Spare your life, spare your life, spare your life! The threat of death loomed over him, and the terrified acolyte struggled as best he could, letting out a wailing voice, "It's really none of my business, it's really not our problem...... No, no, no....... Ah......h

"Humph!"

The image of Kel'thugad snorted coldly and threw the hapless acolyte from the sky, and the acolyte slammed into the hard altar, blood pouring out from under his corpse. But soon, the acolyte's corpse twitched, and slowly, the lost acolyte propped himself up, and then slowly stood up.

The hood of his robe fell, revealing a withered, twisted, rotting face. The dry hair grew thinly on the head, the deep sunken pupils turned a cold blue, and the mouth was split to the base of the ear. Dirty saliva flowed down the corners of his mouth.

The acolyte's back was hunched, his arms were stretched, his nails protruded, and he let out a chirp. This poor acolyte, who had been killed by Kel'thugad, had turned into an ugly ghoul.

Killing a Cursed Cultist like an ant with his own hands gave Kel'thugad a little vent of his anger at being suppressed by the Ember Bringer, and then he set his sights on the end of the plain, beyond the plain, in the midst of the hills, where stood the Horde Expeditionary Force's stronghold in Northrend, Warsong Fortress.

However, to get there, you first have to overcome the obstacles in front of you. On the other side of the plains, backed by the Hellroaring Harbor, where the Horde had gathered a large army and stopped in front of the undead Scourge. The Nebru warriors, who were originally used to harass them, have been solved by the Horde, and the core of the plan, the plan to breach Warsong Fortress with food infected with the idiosyncrasy of the idiot, has also been terminated by the foolishness of the executors. Once the tribe learns of the fall of the farm, they will definitely step up the defense of the fortress, and there will be no more loopholes to drill.

Thinking of this, the anger that Kel'thugad had just suppressed rose again. In the Borean Tundra, now except for the Holy City of Enqila, I'm afraid that the entire Borean Tundra Scourge Legion will not be able to draw enough troops to deal with the Alliance and the Horde. This is ridiculous, the Scourge Legion, which has always killed all enemies with the Sea of the Undead, will one day face the problem of lack of manpower?

"Trash!" Kel'thugad said to the remaining acolytes, "Now, gather all the servants at once. March forward and sweep down the mortals who defy the will of the Lich King! ”

"Go and atone for your sins! If you can't destroy the tribe, then what awaits you is to be drained of your soul, thrown into the soul furnace, and tortured forever by the soul devourer! ”

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At the other end of the Nassam plain, a large army was assembled, ready for battle. Bright red flags hung high on wooden poles, fluttering in the cold winds of the Northland, and in the midst of the army, figures were moving, looking very busy. This is the army of the tribe assembled in the Nassam Plains, and most of them are reserve troops stationed at Warsong Fortress and adventurers who have been drafted to come.

In the midst of the army's camp, green-skinned goblins are jumping up and down assembling their unique engineering items, their oil-stained bodies shining with greedy eyes. In fact, Garrosh Hellroar, the supreme commander of the Horde Expeditionary Force, has promised to pay these guys a large amount of money for their arms, after defeating the Scourge on the Nassam Plains.

For the goblins, as long as the guys who stand in their way to get rich are enemies, and it is obvious that those Scourge legions who only have dead corpses left will not be able to pay them shiny gold coins, naturally, the order placed by the tribe goblins certainly does not want to miss it, in this case, those corpses who have come back to life can only die once...... Well, the work of burying the corpses after the war was also entrusted to the goblins, and in the event of victory, it would represent two orders. Just thinking about how much gold you can get from here will make every goblin excited!

"Goblins, dwarfs!" Gelky the Crusher asked the goblin standing nearby, "Is the tank ready?" ”

"Oh, your Excellency, right now!" The foreman of the goblins, a goblin named Mob, stood at Gelki with a smile like an insurance salesman and said, "You see, we have pressed all the parts of the tank and the assembly is about to be completed...... Look, don't you settle the bill first! ”

"Hell Roar said, when the money is finished, you won't be missing!"

"Oh, well, okay! Time is money, so do you need a warranty? We provide a free warranty service for the whole year, as long as the insignificant warranty fee is paid, we can send a technician to follow the warranty throughout the year! ”

"No, you don't!"

"Do you need to provide cleaning services, you must know that after the war, those dust and the like will hinder the efficiency of the tank......

“...... I'll talk about it after the fight."

"Do you need paper for writing a suicide note? We offer all-natural, unpreservative-free paper from the Night Elves......"

“......”

"Also, we have magic ink from Quel'Thalas, and the writing can be moisture and moisture-proof......"

“......”

"We can also provide ...... if you need a guest"

"Shut up, little man!" Gelkie yelled, "I'll give you five silver coins, and you shut your mouth now." ”

"Oh, the gold is on it, this one needs at least 10 silver coins!"

"Shut up! I'll give you 20 credits! ”

"Deal!"

......

"Hail to the brave crushers!" At this time, an orc cavalry rode in front of the two of them, turned over and got off the wolf's body, walked in front of Gelki and beat his chest and saluted.

“Lok＇TarO＇gar！” Gelki returned the salute and asked, "What's the matter?" Soldier! ”

"The Scourge army is attacking!" The orc replied, "Not long ago, the scouts came to report that the scum of the Scourge had finally begun to move, and all the scouts had now retreated, so please give the Crusher orders!" ”

"Excellent! Are those dog mongrels finally willing to show their heads! Gelkie laughed. Goblins, are the tanks ready! Gelkie turned to Mob and yelled, "Now the tribe needs war!" ”

"Oh man!" Mob said, "No problem at all, you can go on the road at any time, as long as you go up to an old driver!" And of course, remember what we paid for! ”

"Good!" Gelki cried out, "Everyone, warriors of the tribe, good weapons, those scourge dregs are coming. Strike at them and crush them! ”