The Alliance declares war on the Horde! The first "bombshell" brought by King Sarufar had not yet been dispersed, and before the tribal leaders in the field could react and roar angrily, King Sarufar's voice rang in everyone's ears again: "In addition, the messenger sent by Queen Sylvanas of the Undercity, the Death Knight Aske* Fallen has arrived in Orgrimmar with a report, and the 10,000 Forsaken Pioneers have traveled south four days ago and marched into the Hillsbrad Hills, while the rest of the troops are gathering and will be ready to leave soon." ”

After a moment's hesitation, King Sarufar cautiously pondered his words before continuing, "The messenger of the Undercity also brought Queen Sylvanas's original words."

"Ladies of the tribe, your courage and courage really impress' me."

After a dull sentence, there was no follow-up.

Although King Sarufar's relays were by no means vivid, and even a little stiff and ashamed because of his affection, everyone still clearly felt the undisguised sarcasm of the Banshee King from the few words that were not shocked: sharp, mean, and unsparing.

For a while, it was this simple taunt that made all the leaders present blush.

Of course, this does not include the equally sneering Magasa* terror totem.

Even across the vast endless sea, a vivid image still seemed to emerge in front of the big guys: Sylvanas* Windranger raised his chin high, a mocking look on his delicate but cold face, and the sneer that hung the corners of his mouth and the faint disdain in his eyes, which was in line with the cold, gloomy and arrogant nature of the queen.

No matter how much the secret is hidden, it can't keep the fire of countless gossip burning hearts, and years have passed.

The ambiguous emotional entanglement between Grand Overseer Goode and Her Majesty, Queen of the Undercity, is no longer a rumor or speculation.

Rather, it was a tacit consensus in almost all of Azeroth.

And now.

Although everyone knew that Her Majesty the Queen was agitating the general, and although everyone knew that it was Sylvanas who was mad because of Goode's disappearance, this taunt, coupled with the Forsaken's preemptive action, really hit the soft underbelly of Sal and the others, "You are not as good as a woman." ”

That's the subtext of Sylvanas* Windranger.

Looking around at the uncertain, annoyed and embarrassed faces of the bigwigs around him, Sal sighed silently in his heart.

It is impossible to disobey the will of the people, especially when it comes to the two forbidden areas of men's faces and the honor of the tribe.

Even if Thrall was still half as sure that he would be able to rely on his prestige to persuade the tribes to be patient and negotiate with the alliance for the time being, so as to figure out who was behind the two sides of the alliance tribe in secret this time, because of the two pieces of news and Sylvanas's flirtatious taunt, the war would inevitably shake off the frustration and dissatisfaction in his mind.

At this moment, Thrall, who has always advocated the temporary abstinence of sword soldiers and recuperation all these years, finally appeared in his eyes the ruthlessness, determination, tenacity and toughness that the great chief of the tribe should have!

Don't be blindly tough, and it doesn't mean that you have to be low and show weakness everywhere!

Since the Alliance wants war, then do what he wants!

Sal, who was thinking quickly again, was no longer thinking about whether to fight, but how to fight.

Either don't fight, or it's a thunderous blow!

If the whole of Azeroth is not aware of the Tribe's current strength, it will not be able to deter those clowns who can only play tricks.

Where to open up the battlefield to great effect, whether to advance with the whole army or to encircle on both sides, which route to choose is the most appropriate, and how many troops to send will not bring excessive logistical pressure and be sufficient to achieve the strategic goal, but in a moment, more than a dozen sets of rough plans and related follow-up plans have been vaguely formed in Saar's mind.

Although this ability to strategize is only the beginning of the show, it is not inferior to the epic generals such as Orgrim Hammer, Anduin Lothar, and Garrod Shadowsong.

It's definitely a talent that today's old Tang can't beat!

"Everyone!"

The young tribal lord quietly looked around at the heroes gathered around him, and said slowly in an unquestioning tone, "I hope your blades are still sharp. ”

"War. Here we go! ”

"Whew~~~~Huh~~"

A bitter cold wind swept across the vast ice fields with snowflakes and ice chips.

As far as the eye can see, there is not a single star of vitality in the vast white world.

In such a blizzard, cold and howling weather, even those native hardy creatures would not be willing to leave their nests on such a day and go out in the wind and snow to find themselves uncomfortable.

Dragonbone Wilds.

Even in Northrend, which is full of murderous machines, it is definitely one of the most dangerous places in the eyes of the world.

The unbearable cold, the raging wind and snow, the brutal brutes and natives, and the tidal spiders and demons of the underground world are enough to make people feel intimidated.

And a certain minotaur, who was the trigger for the war between the alliance tribes, had been fighting in this snowy ghost place for a whole week, tightening the bearskin cloak tightly wrapped around his body, and Old Tang, who was standing at the top of a small Xiaoice mound, leaned on the wall of the cave, looking into the distance with a headache.

But it turns out that Old Don really didn't have the talent to be a hunter.

The ice and snow wrapped in the cold wind rendered the entire ice field in one color, and as far as the old Tang could see, it was white.

Not to mention observing the general terrain to judge the location, it was in this short period of time that Old Tang's eyes had a stinging and sour feeling.

"The egg hurts!"

Rubbing his eyes that were blown out of tears by the cold wind, the depressed old Tang cursed in a low voice of indignation, this damn ghost weather, pulled open the partition made of mammoth elephant skin, and turned around and walked into the cave behind him.

With Old Tang's movements, a cold wind blew into the still warm cave through the gap.

Let the temperature inside the cavern drop with it.

The campfire, which had been blazing, was blown to crackle and sway.

A posture that seems to be extinguished at any moment.

Tear over two dry chunks of mammoth manure and throw them into the fire.

(In the barren and hard-to-see ice fields, the excrement of these large creatures is the most common and most resistant to burning combustibles after drying) Enduring the slightly pungent smell of burning grass stems and wood residue in the excrement, under the backdrop of the re-brightened fire, Old Don, who sat down reclining against the wall, frowned and focused his eyes on the petite figure curled up in the corner on the other side of the fire.

Gianna Prodmore!

Another missing person in the Okaz Island incident.

It's just that this strong woman, archmage, and hero-level master that Azeroth can count no longer has the grace and demeanor of the past at the moment.

Although the bewitching figure was tightly wrapped in two thick layers of animal skin cloaks, it still looked uneven, but the delicate body that shook and twitched from time to time seemed to fall into a nightmare; The charming and pure white face on weekdays looks a little messy at the moment, and the long golden hair is also messy and messy, revealing the softness and brightness that it used to be; The closed eyes, the frowning brows, and the painful expressions that flashed on his face from time to time, and the moans and pains that seemed to reach the ears of the old man.

It means that this blonde beauty who is in a coma is obviously not feeling well at the moment, in fact, the situation of the hostess of Theramore is indeed not optimistic.

Old Tang ate a week of ice, snow and cold wind in the Dragon Bone Wilderness, and Gianna was also in a coma for seven days and seven nights, if it weren't for Old Tang's holy light infusion three times a day, coupled with Gianna's heroic-level physique, this strong woman might have already lost her fragrance.

And tracing this series of "tribulations"

Before the Black Dragon brothers and sisters on Okaz Island evacuated, the last retaliatory spell counterattack - the collapse of the earth, began to speak.

A second before countless boulders were about to bury the two of them, Gianna's life-saving teleportation spell, who was hiding behind Old Tang, finally recited the last syllable dangerously.

If this was the end of the matter, then the Okaz Island incident should have been a happy ending.

Pity.

Countless accidents are enough to prove that Old Tang is definitely on the blacklist of Lady Luck and the Goddess of Doom's card, and at the moment when the portal was about to take shape, a stone that came out of nowhere happened to hit Gianna's head, and the stone was no bigger than a baby's fist.

As far as the physique of the algorithm master is generally poor, normally this damage is nothing more than a floating cloud for a great mage.

But it was such a good pebble that made Gianna's chanting a little skewed at the last moment, and as we all know, casting spells is a delicate job.

And the magic involving space and time cannot tolerate the difference of a star and a half.

Otherwise, the results could be very different.

Teleporting to an unknown plane or distorting the void or something is still light, and it is not impossible for the body to die on the spot in a different place.

After all, not everyone is as "rebellious" as the little dwarf of Milhouse

of luck.

The week-long ordeal between Don and Gianna, and the outbreak of the war between the tribes and the alliance, were destroyed in this "one stone"

The difference cuò on.

A syllable error, the other end of the portal went straight from the noisy Theramore to the desolate dragon bone wilderness teleportation spell, and it was not clear what was wrong.

Judging from Lao Tang's speculation when he had nothing to do in the past few days, the last syllable is likely to be a certain link in the number of the teleportation point marker.

It's like the DPS positioning system in the previous life entered the wrong latitude and longitude coordinates, and the result was naturally the opposite.

It stands to reason that Old Tang, who has not been involved in some unknown spatial rift, should be content, but he never thought that just a teleportation spell mistake would make the surging magic in Gianna's body become violent and disorderly, directly leading to the coma of the Queen of Theramore.

Magical chaos.

This was the only word that could be associated with the barren arcane cognition in Old Don's mind.

This is not a flesh wound that can be solved with a few herbs and a bandage, even if Old Tang is still a part-time half-hanged daywalker, he can't play it, he can't cure the chaotic area, the dangerous situation, he is unarmed, and even the magic backpack full of various materials is missing, and now there is a special identity but unconscious and angry scooped out a bowl of thick soup from the bubbling cauldron and drank it dry, and a thought suddenly popped up in the mind of the miserable old Tang: "Kaizi, Luo Ning, Gianna"

"Could it be that the mages from Dalaran all have the hidden attributes of their teammates?"

(To be continued......) ps: Slowly restore fù update~~~ Although I don't know if there are still people to watch, although the festival is already a floating cloud, but at least I can't be an unsound man~~ These chapters can be regarded as adjusting the state while connecting the plot.

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