"We wanted to delay my plans, but I couldn't afford to put it off any longer. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Gugal, you know why I found you. The down-and-out two-headed ogre had just killed a centaur, and just as he was about to grab the body of the centaur, a familiar black figure appeared in front of him.

This powerful aura and familiar face surprised Gugar, and the head on his left side said in a piercing voice: "What are you still coming to me for, we have failed, Gul'dan has been dead for six years." ”

Gal chimed in, "He's dead, he's finally dead." ”

Nesario sneered: "Then what are you doing here, there can be no evil power on this ancient continent for you to absorb and deploy again." ”

Both of Gugar's heads were shaking, and he said in fear, "Go away, Black Dragon Lord." Don't continue to disturb my life, I still have to find the strength I need. ”

"Otherwise, why do you think I would find you? Join me, Gugar, and I'll reassemble your Twilight Hammer and make you a chieftain. "Nesario's seductive conditions urge Gugar to join his plan.

"Do you hear that voice calling too? Black Dragon Lord. Gugal asked in a low voice.

Nessario glanced at the wall of beetles looming in the southern wind and sand, and said, "There is more than one of them, Gugar. But you also need to be clear about what you really want, or what you need to give. ”

The two-headed ogre followed Nesario's gaze to the other end of the Beetle Wall, shook his head and said, "Okay, I'll go with you." ”

Nesario sneered, and his human body was instantly covered in huge dragon scales and wings. With a roar of a dragon, the Black Dragon Lord's sharp claws gripped Gugar and left Silisus.

Flying over the Endless Sea, Deathwing landed on a small island in the middle of the ocean.

"This is the Lair of the Abyss, where we first destroyed this world, come in Gugar, you will be my right-hand man." With his breath scorching with flames, Nesario flew with Gugar to the extinct crater in the center of the island.

The moment Nesario entered the Lair of the Abyss, the seas around the island vibrated with scorching flames. Meanwhile, on the flagship of the fleet in the north of the Maelstrom, the old prophet Drektar, who sensed the elemental spirits, saw the aphasia of the earth elementals. Without any warning and without the weakening of his own body's strength, the earth elemental actually began to tremble violently.

The pain of the elements left the old prophet who had communicated with the elements in doubt, he did not know what was happening, but he could see from the whispers of the elements that the elements were trembling, and the earth elements of the world of Azeroth were terrified of the changes in the earth.

Shaking his head, the old prophet gave up his call to the elemental spirits. He pushed open the door and was confronted by Adjutant Andrew.

Ander tied up Deckgar, who had just boarded the ship, and pushed him into the cabin: "This is the lieutenant of Dunhold Castle, I don't want the people of Dunhold Castle to know the plan between us." ”

The old prophet frowned, and the lava arrow in his hand hovered over Dirkgar's head.

The scorching heat stirred fear into Dirkgar, and he finally knew that the Archmage's words were true, and that the orcs seemed to have taken control of the ship.

"Don't kill me, I don't know anything. Let me go back, and I'll make it clear to General Blackmore that nothing has happened on this ship. Dirkgar's sweat drenched the golden curls on his forehead, and his panicked look resembled that of Ander, who had just fallen into doubt and fear.

Perhaps it was Dirkgal's voice that caught Sal's attention, and Sal came out of the cabin to see the captain whom he had met the other day.

"Thrall! How did you? Dirkgar looked at the orc's figure, his breathing becoming more and more rapid.

When he was at Dunhold Castle, he reprimanded him more than once because of Thrall's training.

Sergeant Langton is Sal's instructor, and Deck Gaal is Sergeant Langton's immediate boss. If Thrall loses in the arena, or wins ugly, he will punish Sal in front of Sergeant Langton.

Punishment in concentration camps. Deckgar was trembling when he thought about it now.

"Prophet, give him to me." Sal's deep voice rang out, and his broad palm pressed down on Dirkgar's neck.

Dirkgar was forcibly taken to the cabin by Thrall, who begged for mercy in the aisles of the corridor more than once, "Let me go, Sal, I know you don't want the lives of our people." Do you remember Taresa, didn't she tell you not to have any more wars? I think we can get along, are you right? ”

Dirkgar's plea for mercy was heard by Garissus in the inner chamber of the ship, who looked at the captain's soldier in the specific costume of Dunhold Castle and said, "Soft bones, look at your lowly appearance. I now know why this operation turned out to be the way it did. ”

Dirkgar didn't care about Garrissus' insults at him, he just hoped that Thrall wouldn't kill him here.

"Yes, Sal, you can torture me. As long as you don't kill me, it's okay, I can bear it. I don't want to die here, you know what kind of character I'm in Dunhold Castle, I'm just the son of a noble family, and I'm just a name for myself in Dunhold. As long as you don't kill me, I can give you gold, lots and lots of gold. Dirkgar took Sal's wrist and knelt on the ground and pleaded for jail.

Thrall shook his head, he shook off Dirkgar's hand, pointed to the chair on the left side of the room, and said, "Sit down, I won't kill you." ”

Dirkgard's trembling legs lifted him limp from the ground, and he faced Thrall, cautiously leaning into the wooden chair and doing so.

"Cowards, Lordaeron will fall into the hands of you softbones sooner or later. You wastes who haven't experienced war! Gallisus watched his fellow humans grovel in fear before the orcs, and he hated not to take out the waste soldier with the captain's insignia himself.

When Dirkgar sat down, he realized that the person who had been imprisoned turned out to be Garitharth.

"You're right, General Garithars. It is precisely because of us waste, worthless waste in the eyes of you generals, that you have fallen into the wrong way you are now. Andel himself tied me up, your own soldier. Dirk Gaal said sarcastically to Garissus.

Gallisus was enraged once more, and as if he had gone mad, he roared at Deckgar: "You have betrayed the trust of the King of Arthas, and it is impossible for you new soldiers and army officers to carry out the plan of the King of Arthas. Sooner or later, you cowards, will let Lordaeron go into decline! ”

"Do you mean that the veterans and generals who have been through two wars have been dismissed because of us? General Gallishers, you don't seem to know anything other than war, and the change of royal power must be accompanied by the consolidation of royal power. The King of Alsace is willing to trust us, it is his own choice. However, I wonder if a general like you will be additionally valued by the King of Arthas. Dirkgar sneered, he glanced at Sal, who was looking out the window at the thunderstorm in a daze, and after a little relief, he turned his attention to Gariss.

"Stupid, rubbish! If I really send the orcs to the western continent today, then when they make a comeback, I can hardly believe that it is you soldiers who can resist their power! Gallisus despaired, his bloodshot eyes dimming, and he was unwilling to accept that the King of Arthas had to use newcomers, especially the sons of these nobles, because of the change of power. But there was nothing he could do, because he was the same, and if it weren't for the fact that he had returned the back cover in the northern land of Lordaeron to the royal court, he would not have been able to get to this position himself.

After waiting for a while, Dirkgar knew he was safe for the time being. He leaned back on the wooden chair and looked at Gallisus and said, "I don't know exactly what the royal court wants to do. But I am not a weapon in the face of the royal court's orders. Nor am I obligated to give my life for your plans. ”

The sky is getting darker, the waves are stopping, and the clouds that have gathered from the thunderstorm are dispersing.

When the moon is in the sky, the sound of the running water of the ship is the only tone.

"Where's Dirkgar?" Blackmore carried an oil lamp and walked slowly to another room in the cabin.

Although he did not believe that Dirkgar would go back to his room without telling him, Baron Blackmore walked into Dirkgaard's room because of the night.

Walking into the small cabin, Blackmore vaguely saw a small magic circle. The light of the circle shimmered, and Blackmore walked over curiously. And touch the circle on the wall of the cabin with your hand.

Flowing energy swirled around Blackmore's fingers, and Blackmore put down the lamp and placed his hands on the circle.

The blinding light flashed, Blackmore's eyes went dark, and when he waited to open his eyes, he was surprised to find that he was already at Dunhold Castle.

"Fleet? What about ships? Blackmore looked at the papers on his desk and thumped his chest a few times.

Because of the trance of the left hand, the strength was slightly out of control. He was in pain and realized that it was not a dream.

"It must have been the magician who did something on the ship! Could it be that Deckgar was afraid of something going wrong and had the magician make the circle in advance? Blackmore wondered. However, after doubting, Blackmore realized what the soldiers on his ship should do.

Blackmore felt like he had been tricked, and by a magician hiding in the shadows.

After Blackmore was teleported away, Naloras emerged from the fading spell.

"It took two hours to wait for the plan, but it was worth the waste. The plan went quite perfectly. Naloras eliminated the teleportation circle on the cabin wall, smiled slightly, and disappeared into Blackmore's ship.

――Dividing Line――

Nanhai Town.

"Maybe I shouldn't have let the old prophet of the orcs leave so early." Rollin didn't have a clue about the language Madison had sent at the moment.

Roman fiddled with the magic crystal ball, searching for a way through various energies, but he still didn't notice anything different in Azeroth.

"Crassus hasn't come yet?" Romans gave up working on the crystal ball, he asked.

Luo Lin nodded: "The Dragon Sleep Temple summoned him back, Luo Ning was here this morning." ”

"So what can we do now, Chief. If even your magical energy can't detect the source of this energy anomaly, we certainly won't be able to help. Roman said helplessly.

Luo Lin breathed a long sigh of relief, he shook his head slightly, and walked downstairs.

With the help of the teleportation circle, Rollin teleported to the cabin in the woods that he had been to once before.

A forest hut in the Swamp of Sorrow.

Pushing open the wooden door of the hut again, Rollin clearly felt that the magical energy here had become extremely weak.

"You're here?" The magician, whose slender hair had turned white, looked at Rollin with a smile and said.

Egwene? Rollin couldn't believe that the guardian in front of him was so old, and after glancing at Egwen, he probed the crystal in the room that had once wrapped the crow and said, "He went to look for me once, but he didn't tell me what was going on." ”

Egwen smiled and said, "He just likes it, let him go to you, or what I mean." ”

"So, where did Medivan go?" Rollin asked.

Egwene spread her hands, she tried to condense a tiny spell, but she failed. "I don't know, I don't have the extra strength to help you now," she said. Of course, I don't have the right to restrict his movements. He had made mistakes, and now he wanted to use his own strength to make up for my mistakes and his mistakes. ”

Rollin sighed softly, and he took the Scepter of Elunis from the circle in front of him and placed it in Egwen's hand.

"The staff's arcane energy is still abundant, and the Elunis Scepter can protect your current body as much as possible. If nothing else, your appearance may be restored by magic. Rollin said.

Egwene pushed away the staff she had used before, and said, "Humans are masters of magic, but we are not creatures that survive on magical energy. Thank you for your kindness, Rollin. ”

"I understand that I will try to help Medivan and achieve his plan." Rollin said.

Egwene vetoed Rollin once more, and her wrinkled hand took Rollin's palm and said, "No, you need to do what you are supposed to do." Compared to Medivan, you have a much heavier responsibility. (To be continued.) )