At night, on the island of Tedahir, Vandal who was originally calm? When the deer helmet returned to his tent, his face immediately turned gloomy.

"I've made a pact with the Scourge Undead as you said, what did you promise me, Deathwing?"

Facing the gloomy tent, Deer Helmet asked calmly.

"What I promised you will be done naturally," in the shadows, Deathwing, who was transformed into Lord Presto, walked out slowly, his face was slightly pale compared to what he had seen before, as if he had experienced something bad recently, but the ruins and madness in those eyes were more conspicuous, "You see, I have already brought your son's body, and the next step is to wait for his soul to be summoned back, and your son will be reborn!" ”

Deathwing waved his hand lightly, and one and Vandal in the shadow of the tent? The Night Elf, who was somewhat similar to the deer helmet, but much shorter, stepped out, his eyes numb and hollow, and he knew there was something wrong with it.

But the deer helmet looked at the figure with tears in his eyes, walked forward in a few steps, and hugged the other party.

"Walstein, my child, you have finally returned to me!"

The great druid, who had lived for an unknown number of years, was like a child at this time, crying and laughing, hugging his son and babbling non-stop, and no matter why his son did not react, he expressed his joy unilaterally.

And looking at this scene, Deathwing slowly retreated with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

Behind him stood the Elder God, and it was too easy to confuse a great druid who was on the verge of losing his mind because of the loss of his son, and the son of the deer helmet was naturally fake. But as long as you can control the other party, it is enough.

Quietly out above the Night Elf camp, Deathwing looked down at the crowd below who were busy preparing for battle. But the heart is extremely happy.

For the black dragon who is determined to destroy the world, every war in this world is praised. Because they can bring death to mortals who deserve to die, and the one it looks forward to the most is the coming one, which not only affects the largest number of races and soldiers in any war, but also involves a target that it hates the most.

"Kael'thas ? The Sunchaser! ”

Deathwing Nesario snarled the name in a low voice, it had never been so wolf since the War of the Ancients, and it was a shame to be beaten by a hairy boy who was less than a fraction of his own age, and was forced out of the Eastern Kingdom. If it doesn't retaliate hard, how can it be worthy of the name of the terminator of all things?

This Scourge and the Horde's alliance is just the beginning, and one day, it will make that damn imp pay.

Thinking about how to ravage Mo Wen, Deathwing suddenly frowned again, because it seemed that it was too easy.

With the Scourge Legion's virtuous approach, there is generally no racial reason to mix with them, because who knows if these bastards will wait for you to die and summon your bones out of the ground as cannon fodder, so that you will not be at peace after death? And when it hurts. Will these damn allies just make you up for the trouble and let you die before joining them?

However, this alliance between the Scourge and the Night was surprisingly smooth, first learning from her daughter Onexia about the weakness of the second person in the druid, the deer helmet, and then the number one person happened to be at the hands of the dead blood elves. The Moon God Sacrifice, who was able to stop the Deer Helmet, was also captured, and in the end, in order to keep his main force of the undead in Kalimdor, the Lich King took the initiative to send his subordinates to show his sincerity in submitting the treaty.

Although on the surface it looks like a qiē normal. But it was because it was too normal that Nesario felt a little puzzled, but let the Black Dragon King analyze it. But I couldn't find what went wrong.

"Forget it!"

The hard work was fruitless, and Deathwing didn't bother with it anymore. With its wings spread, its massive body flew into the maelstrom in the depths of the ocean, where its last armor was about to be completed, and whatever the enemy's schemes were, the Terminator of All Things would crush them one by one with sheer power.

Just as Deathwing began to make its final preparations, Orgrimmar, the leader of the tribe, was caught in a wrangling.

"Thrall! Now is not the time to hesitate, we must deal with Theramore before the Coalition army arrives, or else the Coalition army will be able to land from there and the only geographical advantage we have will be lost! ”

The half-blood orc Lexa said anxiously to the Great Chief Thrall, his eyes were full of irrepressible resentment, as a veteran who participated in the tribe's first invasion of Azeroth, it was very disappointed in the past ruthless, brutal and bloodthirsty orcs, but because of this, it cherished the present even more, those hard-working orcs under Thrall's leadership gave Lexa a new hope, and it would never allow others to destroy the tribe's current situation.

But Thrall shook his head and said in a muffled voice: "Gianna has promised that Theramore will not participate in the operation of this alliance, I believe her!" ”

Woking, the leader of the Dark Spear Trolls sitting on the side, pouted and said, "Well, Sal, I admit that Gianna may be worth trusting, she expects the Alliance and the Horde to live in harmony as you do, but can you guarantee that her men think the same way?" I don't think Gianna alone can suppress the opinions of all those under her, after all, they are all humans, greedy, cunning, and the most treacherous! ”

The long-term bloody war between the Alliance and the Horde has made the contradictions between the two sides particularly acute, just as humans hate the tribes and consider them a group of bloodthirsty beasts, and the various races of the tribe also look down on humans, believing that they are intriguing and betraying their allies all day long.

As soon as these words came out, even Thrall was silent, because even it didn't know how to answer, it believed Gianna, but it really couldn't trust Gianna's men in the same way, it had only been twenty years since the Second Orc War, and the remnants of Lordaeron probably couldn't forget the original hatred.

Rubbing his head with some headaches, Thrall looked at the leaders of the various tribes who had fallen inside the tent. It felt as if a hill was crushing his heart, and these were the friends he had made since he came to Kalimdor. They led their tribe to follow because they believed in themselves, and Thrall asked himself if he could not fail them.

But the tribe is too weak now. Fleeing from the Eastern Kingdoms, having just experienced the battle against the Burning Legion, the already small number of orcs is far from recovering; Shortly after Woking and his people arrived in Kalimdor, they were attacked by the fishmen near Durontar, and if it weren't for Thrall's full help, the Darkspear Clan would have disappeared long ago; The Minotaurs are still entangled with their old enemy, the Centaurs, and they don't have much strength at all.

Although it has formed an alliance with the Night Elves and the undead, on the whole, it is not inferior to the alliance. But Kalimdor is a gathering place for tribes, can he rely on outsiders for his own defense?

Moreover, the geographical location of Theramore is too important, it is not far from Orgrimmar, the gathering place of the orcs, and Senjin Village, the gathering place of the dark spear trolls, and there are no other forces in it, and there is only a mountain range in the middle of the thunder cliff of the minotaurs, if the alliance really has to land from there, in the face of the combined forces of the blood elves, human races and dwarves, the tribe may be difficult to hold out until its elven and undead allies arrive.

This is similar to the tactics of the orcs in the second war. Because the Lordaeron Continent is all the gathering place of the Alliance, the entire Alliance can only be guarded by dividing its troops, and as a result, the orc army is about to be plugged in the early stage, if it is not for the orcs to be too confident in the end. If you want to take advantage of the alliance's unstable foothold and annihilate the main force of the alliance on the frontal battlefield, I am afraid that the outcome of the whole war will be different.

And compared to what it was then. Now the situation of the tribe is even more severe, because at that time, the main force of the human kingdom, Lordaeron, was behind the hinterland of the battlefield. And now the orcs Orgrimmar is facing the battlefield head-on, as long as Thrall's orcs are defeated. The tribe that has been reunited around it is estimated that it will dissipate.

But if Theramore is captured before the arrival of the coalition forces, then the initiative of the tribe will be greater, and they can take advantage of the landing of the coalition forces to make sufficient preparations, after all, the alliance comes across the sea, if there is no land snake to respond, logistics, marching and other aspects will become a big problem, leaving them time to ask their allies for help.

On the one hand, responsibility, on the other hand, friendship and reputation, this time even the always wise Thrall could not make up his mind, and in the end he could only face Kane, the eldest of the leaders of the tribes, the Minotaur Chief? Bloodhoof asks for help.

"Kane, what should I do?"

At this moment, the Great Chief was more weak than ever, because he was facing not only enemies from afar, but also an impact on his own ideas.

The Minotaur chieftain smiled wryly, looking at the expectant eyes of the leaders in the camp, and it was also in a dilemma, and only after a while did he speak: "Sal, to tell you the truth, I don't know what to say, my faith and my conscience tell me that we should choose to believe Gianna, but my intellect thinks that it is very likely that Theramore will eventually betray us, and you know - Gianna's father, Dalin?" Admiral Proudmore has always hated you orcs because of the death of his son. ”

Although it is not explicitly stated, the meaning of the minotaur is still obvious.

"Sal!" *2

Lexa and Woking's eyes lit up at the same time, staring at Sal deadly.

Sal smiled bitterly, covered his head, and lowered his head, "Lexa, Woking, please give me a little more time, I really need to think about it!" ”

The voice was incomparably low, and the once heroic Great Chief now looked extremely vulnerable.

Everyone glanced at each other, and knew that Sal had reached the limit today and could not be forced any longer, so they all got up and said goodbye. After all, there is still a little time before the arrival of the alliance army, and there is no need to make a decision immediately.

It's just that when he was about to leave, Lexa suddenly turned around and said faintly: "Sal, think about your people, think about your responsibilities, and make a decision, we don't have much time!" (To be continued......)

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