South Seas, Broken Isles, Stormfjord.

The old buddies of the alliance suffered a little setback here, and they were a little embarrassed.

The reason is that they have discovered that the Storm Dragon Race living in this area has great potential for war development, and if they make some dragon eggs to domesticate them, their own army can harvest a unique and powerful dragoon in the future.

After all, then again, legal dragon eggs are not easy to do these days, the Dragon Sleep Temple has always been staring at it, who dares to resell and smuggle dragon eggs in private, catch one and spray one to death on the spot, and there is no need to judge.

Therefore, everyone can only focus on dragon species that are not dragon sleeping temple five-colored dragons such as the Ancestral Dragon and the Storm Dragon, which can be regarded as a curve to save the country.

Well, the Alliance sent someone to steal the dragon eggs, and then, the Alliance was discovered by the Storm Dragons.

Then, a huge number of adult storm dragons will come to attack the alliance brother's army.

A great battle was fought in the highland plains west of Stormfjord, and although the Alliance finally repelled the attack of the Storm Dragons and managed to save two-thirds of the stolen dragon eggs, their airship forces were all accounted for here.

I can't tell if I made a profit or a loss, anyway, the league is very unhappy about it.

If you're not happy, let's go and beat the nearby Viku people to vent their anger.

As this went back and forth, the situation in Stormfjord became one in which the Coalition forces attacked the Viku, burned their villages, killed their men, and finally took their land, outraging bandits and bandits.

Anyway, you are not protected by international human rights law, you are afraid of birds!

At the same time, another major event is taking place in the northeastern part of Stormfjord.

Battle dick。。。 Ahem, the warriors have finally found their professional sanctuary: Valhalla, a floating fortress floating in the clouds high in the sky.

Oh, Valhalla has been living in seclusion before, and it doesn't care about the world at all, so there is nothing the warriors can do if they want to, but this time it's different, and there is a great entry point.

The first to be summoned by Valhalla is a simple-minded orc warrior adventurer (why you!) who has moved from the Zandalar region to the Shattered Isles, and the orc brother is busy with business.

On that day, the wind and sun were beautiful in the stormfjord, and the Viku friends in the distance carried large knives to look for outsiders, and there was a peaceful atmosphere.

Ollie rides his beloved black wolf around the edge of the cliffs near the sea in Stormfjord, looking for a special white wolf that his employer has requested, killing it and taking its fur away.

In short, the orc brother found the wolf, and after a fierce fight, he killed the wolf, but he himself was seriously injured by the heroic bloody battle, waiting for Bonsandy... Ahh

In a trance, the orc brother suddenly saw a magnificent city appear in the sky, and then a Vargri with golden light fell from the sky, and the angel sister was still missing.

Wait, why is Wagri golden? I've only seen silver and dark gold before.

The Valkyrie told the orcs that Odin of Valhalla saw him heroically and was very pleased with him, and was ready to lead him up to Hades... Lead him to Valhalla, ascend to the soul of a warrior, and gain eternal life.

The orc brother naturally agreed, and his soul soon left his body and followed the Valkyrie to the western sky.

The Valkyrie didn't pay attention, and the orc brother secretly opened the image crystal in his backpack before going to the sky, and everything that happened here was recorded.

Then fighters around the world fryed.

"Look! Valhalla!"

We also want to go up and have fun! That place has the air of a warrior when we hear it, why don't you give it to the living! You are discriminating!

So, the warriors from all walks of life prayed to the Titan of Sarodar through the media, saying that the warriors of the world want your help.

I almost forgot that there is still a Valhalla boss in this world Boss Hu just remembered that Odin's luck was good, and he no longer needed to continue to catch the high-level guardians of the old Pantheon for live experiments, plus Odin had been being an otaku behind closed doors, so he went with him.

But now, it can't be delayed, the warriors are angry, they have been conscientious for so many years, and they have been at the forefront of the resistance line, and there is no output and hard work, so help once.

Without bothering to pay attention to Odin, a dawn light directly blasted away the magical barriers and clouds that covered Valhalla, exposing the world like a beautiful woman eating fruit.

"If the warriors want to go, let them go, and if you dare to stop it, you will blow up this Valhalla of yours. ”

All right... All resistance disappeared in an instant, and a large number of warrior brothers who were alive and not dead soon poured into Valhalla, forcibly making this place their professional holy place.

Odin didn't say anything about it, and he didn't dare to say anything.

He sent a report to the Pantheon Watcher about the Ulduar Emergency Code and the Dark Titan, prompting the arrival of Observer Algalon.

After so many years, the righteous and evil father god Sarodar is still alive and kicking around, and now he has successfully broken his shell and hatched, and there has been no response from the Pantheon.

Case... Then keep silent.

Odin, the guardian of the Absolute Order, did not want to have anything to do with the extremely casual and obviously depraved Titan Father, as evidenced by his success in bringing the Mother Goddess of Azeroth into the ranks of the Fallen Titans.

That's an old rascal! Shameless! Shameless! Depraved! Abominable! Not a person!

Obviously, he didn't bother to pay attention to the Titan of Sarodar, and directly ignored the existence of such a high-level guardian of the Pantheon in the world of Azeroth.

So the two parties were so silent and peaceful, and Odin continued to close the door as a dead house.

Until now, the Father God violently broke down the door and blasted Valhalla open.

He wants a living mortal warrior to come in, so let him be pleased... lest this fallen Father trouble himself.

Originally, the souls of the warriors in Valhalla were basically Viku people, and there were only a few other races.

Well, now, the soul of the Viku people has instantly become a minority, and the hot living people fill the entire Valhalla, and the smell of stinky feet and sweat is everywhere.

Similarly, the hunters next door have also found a suitable holy place in the Broken Isles area.

They set up their marksman camp on top of a towering hill in the Supreme Ridge region, which was once the lair of a giant group of imperial eagles, with which the hunters quickly established a harmonious relationship of coexistence and symbiosis.

Access to the hilltop camp is a giant imperial eagle, with no trails or steep climbs.

All in all, only the Warlocks are still left who have not found a suitable professional shrine for themselves, and are still scattered in the spell districts of various cities around the world.

The new Shadow Council Tower on the Floating Island of the Night Empire is not technically a professional mecca for warlocks, after all, you want to make Guldan, a bad old man, hospitable, that is really too much.

Those Warlocks of the Shadow Council don't welcome any non-Council peers, and if you dare to break in, it's no wonder that Gul'dan doesn't burn all your out.

Anyway, the warlock's ancestor was very withdrawn, and spent his days in his evil energy laboratory tinkering with his strange and cruel dark experiments, and demanded absolute silence around him.

Many warlocks and thieves wanted to learn from Gul'dan a little bit of his unique mastery that had never been passed on, such as the Arrow of Instant Mass Chaos.

As a result, souls are drained, and living corpses like empty shells are transformed into brainless demonic puppets by evil powers.

So the warlock buddies also thought about it, and they planned to wait until they finished fighting the planet Argus before pondering their professional holy land, after all, they were very satisfied with the home environment on the Burning Legion's side.

It is a good classic old real estate, the main evil energy style, surrounded by forgiving mountains and rivers, enjoying the dark cultural environment, the surrounding facilities are complete, and you can walk to the demon gathering place in five minutes.

All in all, the group that is most looking forward to attacking the planet Argus is this group of warlocks.

As for the present ... Let's just make do with the gathering place.

Anyway, our professional mounts have always been handsome, and to some extent, they make up for a lot.