To be sure, Draenor isn't a great place for spellcasters. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Don't look at Medivan's appearance of coming and going freely, in fact, except for warlocks, most mages will feel very uncomfortable when casting spells in places like Draenor that are mostly exposed to the distorted void, and the elemental rage will greatly increase the possibility of casting failures.

So since coming to Draenor, most of the mages in Dalaran have been in a state of recuperation with their eyes closed.

Considering the importance of Taylor's actions, Master Moira, who had wanted to keep playing dead, gave Taylor a piece of his rune and told him that he could crush it in an emergency.

Of course, this rune stone is not the kind of high-grade product that directly breaks the space to save you if you crush the mage, but it is a defective product that the mage will understand what is wrong after it is broken.

- But then again, if this piece is crushed and comes to save you, Taylor probably won't crush it - as cruel as it sounds, the truth is that the lives of a sergeant and a squad of five are not at all as important in a war as the mana of a master magician.

After the battle was over, Taylor only wanted the alliance of the Fortress of Vengeance to know that there was an accident in the plan, and the operation to snatch the supplies of the Hellfire Peninsula may not be so smooth.

Compared to the Alliance, the Tribe got the news a little late.

When the Warsong soldier on duty saw the mortally wounded Nazgorin barely returning to the Fortress of Glory with his willpower, he almost blew the horn directly on behalf of the enemy attack.

It's miserable!

Nazgorin had already had a hole in his stomach, and he didn't have time to treat the wound during the two days and two nights of travel, but simply bandaged it, and as he moved forward, the young man from Warsong could almost see the intestines in Nazgolin's body.

"Quick, urgent military situation - I want to see King Sarufar!" Nazgorin reluctantly leaned against the wall, untied the scout token representing the emergency from his waist, and handed it to the guard, "Nazgorin has brought back the latest movement of the Alliance!" ”

The guard did not dare to slack off, he took the scout token and ran into the fortress of glory and found the king of Sarufar.

Hearing that Nazgorin had returned from a serious injury and claimed to have brought back the Alliance's movements, King Sarufar instantly sensed that something was wrong.

Nazgorin knew that although the little guy was a little immature, he was definitely the best among the orc warriors, and in the eyes of King Sarufar, ten or twenty human warriors could not take Nazgorin.

And now that Nazgorin had returned from a serious injury, still alone, Warok Sarufar instantly sensed that something was wrong.

Hurrying to the gates of the Glory Fortress, King Sarufar set Nazgorin into the nearest tent, and after driving out the laborers who were still sleeping there, he began to inquire about Nazgorin's affairs.

After listening to Nazgorin's account, King Sarufar frowned.

It's troublesome, it's not easy to do!

According to Nazgorin's description, it seems that the Alliance is using mages to deliver the message, and I am afraid that the human transport forces have now reached the Hellfire Fortress.

What a gap between the casters!

The thought of the caster made King Sarufar's head hurt even more......

Upon arriving at Draenor, the troll witch doctors all said that it required double the amount of voodoo magic to be used here, and the orc shamans were all useless.

Draenor - especially the current Hellfire Peninsula - is simply not suitable for shamans!

Most of the current orc shamans received elemental enlightenment in Durontar in Northrend, and they received the relatively mild elements of Azeroth from the beginning, so after arriving in Draenor, they quickly fell into a languid due to their discomfort with the elements of Draenor.

On the one hand, this is because the world is different, the elements are different, and on the other hand, because the evil energy is overflowing here, and the shaman needs to be vigilant at all times to prevent himself from being polluted by evil energy.

it!

King Sarufar was really desperate, and now he desperately needed Gromash to glorify the fortress, and without the help of the spellcaster, the tribe would have to rely on the swift wolf cavalry to gain the upper hand.

Fortunately, as King Sarufar left his tent, he saw the man he was looking forward to, Gromash, returning from Nagrand with the wolf-riding raiders of the Warsong Clan.

Originally, Grommash went to Nagrand to pick up Maghan's orcs and Azeroth, but Gaiaan was quite dissatisfied with this guy who took the lead in drinking the blood of demons.

Gromash was furious at the fact that he drank the demon's blood, but he couldn't refute it, so he sulked in Galadar and sent a messenger to say that he couldn't communicate with the Maghan orcs.

It was at this time that the war between the Union and the Horde broke out.

In order to exercise some restraint, neither Varian nor Sarr chose to go down in person.

On the Alliance side, Tulayan was in charge of everything, while the Horde here Thar appointed Gromash as commander-in-chief.

So after getting the news, Gromash finally didn't have to look at Gaiaan's face anymore, and he made a quick decision and chose to return with the Warsong Marauders.

Now it seems that the time is just right.

After meeting Grommash, Lord Sarufar finally breathed a sigh of relief, briefly told Gromash what had happened, and asked him to go to the Hellfire Fortress first to prevent the Alliance from getting supplies.

Grommash, who had long been on fire, readily agreed.

"Warriors, our goal has emerged, the dastardly Alliance dogs want to snatch supplies from the Hellfire Fortress under our noses - can we sit idly by?"

"Can't!"

"Now everyone, turn the wolf and follow me - let the Alliance dogs taste our blades - wolf cavalry, dispatch!"

"Rush!"

The Warsong Marauders roared as they turned around and began to speed up their march.

Perhaps for Nazgorin, it would be a long walk from the fortress of glory to the fortress of hellfire, but for the wolf cavalry who accelerated their march, it was only a matter of half a day.

Grommash smiled sinisterly as he rode his wolf to the front.

Alliance Dog - Hehe, under the wolf of the war song, you will have no way to escape!

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(Fourth, the author really doesn't want to continue cultivating immortals...... ）