Chapter 138, Loktarogar

Silisso, the northeastern deerhelm sentry.

Larochar, the Eternal Watcher, was drenched in a pool of her own blood, her violet skin representing the noble and elegant Night Elves, her slender ears twitching in the hot wind of Silisus.

More than a thousand years later, waking up from the nightmare of the Battle of the Quicksands, La Rochal is no longer a mortal.

No matter how many times she is killed, she will wake up in this sentry post without sorrow or joy, just as a machine, recording the end of the battle of quicksand.

The King of the Bronze Dragons has blessed her with the blessing of time—or curse—to keep her alone alive in the swarm-infested Silysus to witness the coming battle of the century.

And now, since Twilight's Hammer arrives, her peaceful life has been shattered.

At this moment, she was pierced by a sharp blade on the stone chair, blood dripping from the wound, and then following the cycle of time to return to her veins.

That is, a miraculous magic, a time illusion that only belongs to the King of the Bronze Dragon.

"Smack"......

A staff glowing with purple light was lightly placed on the stone table by a withered right hand, and Evoran, the Twilight King, sat opposite La Rochael as usual.

"Look, the followers of Twilight's Hammer have spread all over the desert, and the three 'Wind Stones' summoning array has been established, and if we want to, we can summon a large number of elements to crush those night elves of the Cenarion Council." Avoran tapped his fingers on the tabletop, his pale face smiling comfortably.

Opposite, La Rochal was indifferent to the wounds on her body.

Because it can be life-threatening, organisms develop the function of "pain", which is used to stimulate organisms to avoid danger.

But for La Rochal, there was nothing to threaten her, so she no longer needed the function of pain.

The emerald green braids were still the same as they had been thousands of years ago, and there was no sorrow or joy in La Rochaal's heart.

"The man is back." Suddenly, she whispered.

His eyes flashed with royal blue magic as if he had passed through the storm of swarms of Silisus, staring at the fortress of Cenarion, which was the only oasis.

It was as if she had seen a night elf priestess, uncovering her cloak covered in dust, and in the direct rays of the sun, she was so dazzling that it was impossible to look at it directly.

She felt as if she had traveled back thousands of years, standing in the midst of the exhausted Sentinels, looking up to the Priestess of Hiloma and the Dragon Legion working together to summon a vast barrier that sealed the wall of beetles.

At that moment, the war was "suspended", and after a full thousand years of mortal power accumulation, this "suspended" war was about to restart.

"She's back." La Rochal closed her eyes and muttered softly, taking the evil and cruel Twilight King for air.

Reincarnation, no mistake, has turned for thousands of years, and now all the conditions are in place.

The return of Shilomar, the reforged Scepter of Quicksand, the strongest coalition in the mortal world, and the help of the Dragon Legion......

LaRochal, the Eternal Watcher, will continue to watch, and this is her destiny until the worms are extinct, and her life has no beginning and no end.

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Tribal camps.

"Let me guess what's going on...... Hmm, two fragile blood elves? And a minotaur adventurer who has forgotten the glory of his ancestors? ”

The orc female general, Gilica, was staring at the three members of the Inspiration Team with a disdainful expression.

Although she is a woman, this orc general with a two-meter-long giant axe stuck in his back and muscular masses all over his body will never be reminiscent of any female qualities.

"You still have the rank of 'High Sergeant'? Well, I'm telling you now, I've never kept idlers here, and if you want to live, you'll have to prove your worth first. Gillica swung her axe with one hand, splitting the sand beneath her feet with the wind pressure alone, "Go hunt down a Twilight Hammer believer, bring his head to me, and in three days, you won't have to come back if you can't do it." ”

With that, Gillica turned around and left.

As an orc race that is extremely martial arts, the weak appearance of the blood elves is naturally very unlikable. And the foul mouth of the war ghost is not what a qualified minotaur warrior should have.

"Looks like we're being underestimated." Li Lian spread out his hand and said with a wry smile.

"Hehe, let's make some achievements. If we raise the ranks, we will have the power to send tribal soldiers. Tsuneko said with a smile.

The quality of the tribal soldiers is very high, and the elite level warriors are enough to pose a threat to the reincarnation.

The promotion of military ranks can also ensure that they have a certain say in military decision-making, and they can even borrow the power of those who are the strongest in mortals.

For example, King Sarufar......

Three-way melee, the implied team belongs to the tribal camp, there should be another team that is the alliance camp, so what about another team?

Li Lian felt that it was very likely that the team belonged to the camp of the Worm Pullers

There should be no deathmatch between the two teams of the Horde and the Alliance, and there is no conflict in the main quest, but because of the delicate position of the Horde and the Alliance, it is not so easy to form an alliance.

According to the principle of proximity of strength, the team of Implied and the team of the Alliance should be of similar strength, while the team of Zerg who needs to face both at the same time may have the same strength as the sum of the two

That is, before forming an alliance with the alliance team, you should try to avoid fighting with the Bug team, otherwise it will be easy to be defeated by each one.

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The Twilight Hammers are an organization of believers in the Elder Gods, who believe that only the Elder Gods can bring true peace and beauty to the world.

When the Chira Worms were controlled by the ancient god Cthun, these Twilight Cultists also spared no effort to march into Silishus, wanting to destroy the resistance of all mortal forces and prepare for the attack of the Zerg army.

Forty kilometers northwest of the Tribal camp was the camp of the Twilight Hammer, clearly marked on the Tribal military map.

It's just that due to the limited number of troops, the xenomorphs that keep popping up from the Regol hive are exhausted, and the Twilight Hammer can only rely on the druids of Cenarion Fortress to deal with.

"According to the original plot, there is a power stone called 'Wind Stone' in Twilight Camp, which can be used to summon elemental creatures, and we can try to destroy that stone, or bring it back to the mage for study, maybe it can be counted as a military merit." Li Lian thought slightly and said.

"So you're going to destroy that camp? Very good," the war ghost said with a wave of his fist, a little excited.

"The opponents are all humanoids, so it shouldn't be difficult to deal with." Tsuneko smiled slightly.

Although I don't want to admit it, the three of them have always been good at killing, and flesh and blood humans are always easier to deal with than things like fire elementals.

Advancing against the wind and sand, two hours later, a camp appeared in the field of vision of the trio.

"Do you need any tactics?" The war ghost touched his head and asked.

"Rush over and kill them all." Li Lian said coldly, the gap in strength is obvious, and it is really ridiculous to think about any tactics.

“…… Good tactics, I like it. The war ghost grinned and rushed over.

"By the way, take this opportunity to experience the attack strength of various types of magic." Li Lian reminded.

With enough dodge space, mixed enemies, and wind and sand in the sky, in such an environment, there is no reason for the Implied team to lose.

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General Gillica means that killing a lone Twilight believer is considered to complete the mission, you must know that there are many twilight believers who have no combat power, this task is really not difficult, and it requires more patience than strength.

All she meant was to make these newcomers suffer so that they would not disobey the command.

But there were always many accidents, and when she heard the whispers of the laborers around her, she stepped out of the tent and looked at the entrance of the camp, and for a moment she was as stunned as the ordinary soldiers.

"Boom" "Boom" ......

The minotaur, who was nearly three meters tall, carried a brown boulder seven or eight meters high on his back, sinking deep into the sand with every step, and the rich magic power surrounded the stone, which even Gilica, who did not know the slightest magic, could clearly perceive.

Behind him, two "weak blood elves" carry two large packages, apparently made from the clothes of the Twilight Cultists, and the round objects are bulging and stuffed with two large packages.

"Bang" ......

The minotaur stuck the boulder on his shoulder into the sand with one hand, and entered the inn laughing, oblivious to the dried blood.

"General, we followed the map to a twilight camp, these are the harvests, do you want to see them?" Li Lian handed the big burden in his hand to Gilica.

Gillica tore open the baggage, only to see the heads rolling to the ground, nearly a hundred.

Collecting enemy heads is common to any warlike people, but this is the first time Gilica has seen it in a large bag like this.

"And that stone, which seems to have the ability to summon elements, should have some research value, so let's move it back together." Li Lian continued.

"......" Gilica was speechless for a while, such a record may not be achieved even if she leads the elite soldiers to go in person, let alone two "weak blood elves"?

"General?" Li Lian had to remind again.

Gillica took a deep breath, grabbed Li Lian's hand, and held it high.

"Warriors of the Horde, listen up, just now, our Blood Elf allies and a powerful Minotaur warrior wiped out one of Twilight's Hammer camps, and their exploits are now rolling next to your Stinky Feet, cheer for them, cheer for the Horde Loktar"

“loktar”

The orcs shouted wildly, shouting "Victory" in Draenor.

"I'll tell you all the credit for it, but—" Gillica turned her head and paused, "Don't forget the rules of the army, although your special forces don't need to obey orders, you must learn to obey when you go into battle." Loktarogar! ”

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1, Loktarogar Drano, Victory or Death.

2, Gillica tore the burden open, only to see the "square boxes" rolling to the ground, nearly a hundred.

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