The high elves are satisfied, they have obtained the elf soul rebirth system as they wish, and they are now concentrating on taking care of the precious tree in their home, and continue to ignore the world.

The camera turned back to the parallel Draenor world, and the colonial invasion coalition naturally didn't have time to pay attention to the high elves in the native world, and at this moment, the occupation of various places has entered the decisive stage in the middle and late stages, and the human brain is playing the dog brain, and it is very busy.

The first big thing is the old tribesmen, whose all-out colonization campaign in the Frostfire Ridge region has finally come to a decisive end.

The Dota Fortress has finally been breached, and the Frostwolf Clan, the last and largest core capital stronghold in the parallel world, has officially fallen.

Orcs are a race of perseverance and tendons, and the sense of glory is easy to follow, so when they fight, the true fire of both sides is hit.

The Frostwolf Clan is screwing to hold the fortress, and it is clear that they want to fight to the last man and embrace glory.

And the old buddies of the new tribe are also about to break the city, making it clear that they will not be broken and will not return, and embrace glory.

Well... The war of glory against glory depends on who is more glorious.

So, the tribesmen brought in a huge number of large-caliber siege artillery and steam tanks loaded with anti-aircraft howitzers, and began a continuous bombardment of the Dota fortress with these lovely messengers of justice.

It doesn't matter if you can't open it for a few days, this time we will spend it with you here, it's a big deal that we won't go to other regions, and we will kill you if you say anything!

The goblins of the Rusty Water Chaebol are naturally supported by their hands and feet, and batches of military supplies are continuously sent to the front line, which are all dazzling gold coins!

All in all, the main force of the Horde's colonial expeditionary force has all been dragged in the Frostfire Ridge area until now.

As the saying goes, no matter how hard the steel plate is, there will be a day when it is worn by the sun... Well, it doesn't matter who said it, that's what it means anyway.

After being set on fire by large-caliber artillery fire for so long, the Dota Fortress was really unable to withstand it, and with a piercing friction sound, the gate collapsed, and the old buddies of the new tribe naturally didn't say a word, grabbed their weapons and rushed in, and started the final street battle with the frostwolf clan.

As for what the battle situation will be, there is no need to think about this at all, and there is no suspense, it is estimated that it will not be long before the tribe announces that it will control the entire territory of Frostfire Mountain.

As the former Grand Chief of the Tribe and the current Guardian of the Land of Azeroth, Comrade Thrall has no interest in the Durotan in the Frostfire Ridge region of the parallel world because his old father Durotan is still alive and raising wild boars in the Durontar region.

My dad raised wild boars at home, which of you is a love to death.

So instead of following the tribal army to the Frost Fire Ridge, Salby U led a team of shamans from the Ring of the Earth to the Nagrand Prairie to support the Pandaren Expeditionary Force of the Shaohao Dynasty.

Of course, the main purpose is to find Garrosh.

There was only one reason to find Garrosh: the death penalty.

The closest faction to Garrosh, the Shaohao Dynasty, has said that it will fully cooperate with Sal's actions, which is an obligation and duty, and there is a huge personal enmity.

After Garrosh escaped from prison, his war crimes trial was held as scheduled at the Shadow Temple on mainland Pandaria.

The parties tried Garrosh in absentia, and after a heated debate, Bane Bloodhoof, who was in charge of defending Garrosh, said with joy that he had lost the case.

The young Minotaur was not happy to serve as the court's advocate for Garrosh, but if everyone had to appoint him, he could only read two lines of poetry... Ahem.

To be serious, although Bane hated Garrosh, he at least did it fairly, and did not substitute his own personal feelings in his defense, but simply refuted Garrosh with his contribution to the tribe, and this is also Garrosh's indelible merit, at least he is not worthy of the tribe.

However, the world and the political environment are realistic, and the merits cannot erase Garrosh's crimes, and he was finally convicted of crimes against the world, dividing tribes, genocide and discrimination, war crimes, and undermining political stability.

The final verdict was the death penalty, which was to be carried out immediately.

The second round of the King James came as scheduled, Sal was chosen as the executioner, Garrosh was his chosen successor, and it was now up to him to end Garrosh's life.

According to intelligence, Garrosh is currently located in the military fortress of Gromashel in the Nagrand Prairie, and the Orthodox tribe has placed this extremely well-defended Warsong Clan fortress under his command.

Therefore, the expeditionary force of the Shaohao Dynasty will cooperate with Saar's firing squad to carry out a joint attack, break through this fortress, and execute Garrosh.

At the same time, the Pandaren Cloud Flying Dragoons also found the remains of Kenoz on a remote hillside in the Nagrand Prairie, the bronze dragon that remained the embodiment of the High Elves at the time of death, and the remnants of the quicksand of time in the artifact Time Aspect forever solidified his corpse and everything on the hillside.

Confirming that this Garrosh prison escape accomplice was dead, the Shaohao Dynasty directly contacted the Bronze Dragon Legion and notified them to come and claim the body.

Kenoz's corpse will be tossed into the time dragon lord Nozdorm's private quicksand collection room, forever a special collection with a sinful history.

As for the artifact of time, well... The thing had long since been disintegrated, and all the power essence poured into the Dark Gate under the guidance of the dawn divine power, becoming a positioning link between the two worlds.

The war in the Nagrand steppes is on the verge of breaking out.

At night, the Gromashl Fortress.

Garrosh stood on the highest hill inside the fortress, quietly watching the sporadic fires in the distance outside the fortress, and the cloud dragon scout cavalry whistling by from time to time.

It's coming, it's still coming after all, but I don't know who it will be, it should be Sal.

The demons of the Burning Legion were defeated, the Elder Gods were defeated, and the strongest and strongest forces of the parallel world were defeated.

No one escapes Azeroth's punishment, Garrosh knows it all too well.

Now, this punishment is about to fall on oneself, and in this honorless and humiliating way.

Garrosh sighed heavily, he wasn't going to run anymore, and where could he go.

Tired, tired, so be it, be born here, die here, and that's it.

I would like to see my dear grandmother Gaia again... She should have a good life in Orgrimmar, and she should be worried about herself.

Orgrimmar ... Thinking of this, Garrosh sighed heavily again.

Since when has the hometown and homeland positioning in his heart become Orgrimmar in the world of Azeroth?

But now, he can't shout for Azeroth and for the tribe again.

Fight for your last glory.