"They haven't come up with a result yet?"

Zhao Kun, who returned to Nanhai Town first, was quite speechless. The lurking Milady had a message from Lordaeron that the group had not yet come up with a result.

Because all of them wanted to rule the alliance themselves, and each of them was very reluctant to enter their realm with another king.

Obviously, this issue is expected to drag on for a long time, if there is no external force to intervene.

On the other hand, on the tribal side, according to the report of the dragon reconnaissance team sent by Zhao Kun (each group consists of a black dragon and a red dragon, both of which have exchanged bodily fluids with each other), the tribe has stepped up its attack on the dwarven kingdom, and at the same time, traces of the appearance of trolls have also been found in the tribe's control area.

The kingdom of the dwarves is easy to say, although they have been defeated all the way, but what the dwarves are best at is building fortresses. Although they lost a lot of territory, they still firmly controlled their capital, a powerful fortress deep in the mountains. On the other hand, the frequent visits of forest trolls to the core areas controlled by the tribe are bad news.

The Troll race had an illustrious history, and even today, despite the fact that the Trolls have been scattered since the fall of the Troll Empire, their power is still not to be underestimated. They have their own powerful civilization, coupled with a terrifying reproductive efficiency comparable to mitosis - the Night Elves fought trolls when they rose, the High Elves fought trolls when they established Quel'Thalas and for a long time afterward, the human territory was snatched from the trolls, and the Arathi Empire helped the High Elves fight trolls after it was established......

Eating and sleeping and fighting trolls, the title of Azeroth's-stirring stick is absolutely golden. Regardless of the force, trolls are a troublesome force for them. Even the strongest nations will feel that exterminating the trolls is a loss-making business that requires a lot of effort but not much benefit, especially when the trolls can't beat them.

However, when the-stirring stick is pulled up the tribe, it is different. In front of a force like the Horde, which likes to wipe out all the enemies in a wave that has just passed, even the alliance has to go all out. In this case, whether it is a wave of guerrilla warfare behind enemy lines, or a frontal battle, even a well-integrated alliance is expected to be very uncomfortable.

What's more, these people are still beeping endlessly in Lordaeron. If it weren't for Wu Erdan...... Gul'dan promised Orgrim that the super-powerful troops had not yet been created, and the orcs had already gone north with all their might. They had almost all the ships gathered, and even if they didn't take the sea route, the guards would not be a match for the orcs at the Saldo Bridge across the strait.

"I'm fed up with the speed of democracy, and it seems necessary to give them a little bit of a crisis. Anyway, the more dangerous the alliance is, the more the Holy ♂ Army plan will help...... They're going to be eager to grab every straw. ”

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Gul'dan was furious.

"Why haven't you succeeded?" He asked, and the other orcs cowered around him. They had seen the chief warlock's wrath before, and knew that he could smash his incredible power on the heads of their group at any moment

"We're trying, Gul'dan." Lokama replied. He was the oldest surviving warlock other than Gul'dan. Lokama. Sharptooth is the unofficial leader of the group, and he plays the role of reporting their successes and failures to the High Warlock.

"We have the ability to give life to those bodies, but we can't make them conscious. They only have a shell. We can make them like puppets, but they're very slow. There can be no real threat to almost anyone. ”

Gul'dan glared at the bodies standing in front of Lokama. These were human warriors who had died in the battle of Stormwind, and they were supposed to be a formidable army for the Horde, as he had promised the Hammer of Doom. But before that, his useless group of assistants had to turn them into something better than the sluggish puppets he saw now.

"Hell! Find a way! Gul'dan yelled, saliva splattering out of his mouth. This morning, Zugin, the leader of a forest troll, asked Doomhammer if the Horde was determined to conquer the world and if it was ready. The Hammer of Doom gives an affirmative answer. Now, the horde and the trolls are allies, and our wolf cavalry and ships are ready...... That's it for you!! ”

He clenched his fists so that he wouldn't lose control and kill them all, which would not do him any good. If they die, they will have a hard time helping him-

Gul'dan.

A voice sounded in his heart.

Orc Warlock, you're in a state of anxiety.

Who? Who's there? Gul'dan was irrepressibly terrified, and he could feel that someone had invaded his mind with the power of the shadows.

The orc closed his eyes, and sure enough, he 'saw' something.

Even if it was hidden in a strange dark place, he knew it was real. The image was a human-like figure, hidden beneath a long cloak that also obscured his face. He was thin, even thinner than a woman, but somehow Gul'dan immediately sensed that it was a man.

In Gul'dan's opinion, his figure was delicate and elegant, and the sense of power emanating from this stranger hit Gul'dan. He shuddered as the stranger spoke in his head, the male voice, strange and terrifying, and irresistible.

"What are you afraid of?"

"I've got soul bodyguards, monsters!" Guldan said, the orc shuddered, "All my warlocks are nearby, if there is a need, I can even summon my almighty master, I am not afraid of you!" Get out of my mind! ”

"What you say is not worth mentioning in front of me. No one can stop me......"

"You, who are you, what are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is what I bring to the table?"

In an instant, a large amount of information hit the orc's brain, and Gul'dan was swayed back and forth by this huge amount of information flow.

"You're right, Lokama." Gul'dan opened his eyes and said weakly, opening his clenched hand and smoothing his robes. "You're trying, and I know that. It's a brand new venture for us and it's a good challenge for anyone. I have no right to be angry that you haven't succeeded. Now, please get back to your work, and I'll let you continue your experiments quietly. ”

"Thank you very much." Lokama stammered, his eyes wide open, and Gul'dan could tell that the orc was surprised by his sudden change, just like the warlocks behind him. He nodded wearily to them, then turned to leave.

"Kogar." When he had walked a hundred meters, he summoned the ogre. Kogar was near him as usual—the ogre crouched in a ruined house not far away, he was close enough if Gul'dan needed him.

Gul'dan beckoned, and the two-headed ogre stood up and walked over to him, his long stride quickly closing the distance between them.

"These people have done their part." Gul'dan said to his tall lieutenant. "Now, we need to do something else. Soon, the Hammer of Doom will have the warriors I promised him, and the assault on humanity will follow. ”

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"We will call the dead brethren?" Lokama asked slowly. He and the other sorcerers were standing on the altar that Gul'dan and Kogar had built, and Gul'dan could tell that they were trying to guess what was going on.

"Yes." Gul'dan replied, focusing on the spell he was about to make. "The Hammer of Doom has killed the other Warlocks, but their souls still linger around. We're going to summon them and stuff them into the corpses of those humans. He opened his mouth and smiled. They will be eager to return to this world and fight for the Horde once more. ”

Lokama nodded. "It really gives them life." He agreed. "But does that give them strength? Or are they only slightly better than a walking corpse? ”

Gul'dan frowned, surprised and upset that the wizard had pointed this out so quickly. "Quiet!" He commanded, vetoing the other doubts first. "Let's get started!"

He began the ritual, summoning his mana and feeling that he was being filled with power. It's not enough now, but it will change soon. At the same time, he focused on his work, connecting his energy with the altar in front of him, preparing him for the changes he would awaken.

He then killed the other warlocks - as sacrifices, using their hearts to create a powerful magic weapon.

Eventually, with the help of this artifact, Gul'dan's ritual fused the soul of a dead warlock with the corpse of a human warrior......

"So?" Asked as the Hammer of Doom stepped into the flats. "You've made it?" This sentence immediately reminded Gul'dan of the similar words he had shouted at the group of warlocks the other day. This time, though, the answer will be very different.

"Yes, noble Hammer of Destruction." He replied, gesturing to the bodies behind him. Doomhammer pushed him away with his shoulder, then glared in the direction Gul'dan wanted him to see.

"Those are Stormwind soldiers who died in battle." The Hammer of Doom cursed angrily. "What are those? Or are you asking me to come here and show me that you can make the corpses neatly arranged? He sneered. Is this the limit of what you can do, and then, Gul'dan? Are you going to bury these corpses? ”

Gul'dan tried to ignore the smirk on his leader's face, lest he could not control himself from showing his true power to the stupid and arrogant warrior. But now is not the time.

"Of course not." He replied, words enough to sharpen the Doomhammer's gaze. "Look!"

Under the watchful eye of him and the Hammer of Doom, the corpse suddenly moved. The light began to spread from the head of the body, and slowly a green circle of light filled the entire body along the arm. Then the corpse opened his eyes.

The Hammer of Doom was slightly taken aback, but he didn't make any noise. This time it was Guldan's lips that made a sneering gesture. But he couldn't blame the Great Chief for his shock. He himself stared intently at the creatures he had created.

The corpse slowly rose to its feet.

"That's what you gave me?" Doomhammer said. "The corpses of warriors, manipulated by your dead acolytes?" His face was contorted with disgust.

"You're asking for a fighter." Gul'dan reminded. "I promise you, they will not only have human abilities, their bodies are rotten humans, but they still have the soul and loyalty of orcs. They can still cast their spells, too! Think about what they can do on the battlefield! ”

The Hammer of Doom nodded slowly, clearly thinking about it all.

"You will obey my commands?" He asked. This attitude has always been seen by Gul'dan as the fatal flaw of the Hammer of Doom. The Great Chiefs never ask, they only have orders. Although maybe it's a good idea not to anger these creatures.

"Yes."

"Good." The Hammer of Doom took a few steps forward, "You, who will be my death knights, will fight at the forefront of our great tribe. He announced to the others. Together, we will crush humanity and take their land away from us, making this world a safe place for us to live in! Then he turned to Gul'dan and nodded, though reluctantly. You have fulfilled your promise, Gul'dan. Doomhammer said. You have given me a strong force to fight our enemies. I thank you for that. ”

"That's what I'm supposed to do, noble Hammer of Destruction." Gul'dan replied, hoping that his voice would show that he was sincere. "I will do anything for our people."

A week later, the Hammer of Doom gathered the entire tribe to give a speech.

After that, the Horde's war machine was in motion again, and the entire Horde began to move north.

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"It's a dragon, a red dragon and a black dragon!" The royal mage of Lordaeron almost roared. "The dragon has come from the sky!"

"Dragons?" Antonidas stared at the mage, trying to understand what it meant, and then he turned to glare at the kings there. "None of you are going to mess with the dragons, are you?"

"No, it's the opposite." Lothar coughed and came to her senses for a moment, "Last month, the Grand Duke claimed that he would leave Southsea Town to seek the dragon's help, and now, it should be Duke Bolt Vortagen who has returned with his diplomatic achievements. (To be continued.) )