"Huh?" Duke had never felt this way since crossing over to Azeroth. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This almost intuitive feeling is not the kind of nonsense such as the legendary 'left eyelid jumping wildly is rich, right eyelid jumping is difficult', it is a more transcendent feeling involving the rhythm of fate.

This is not an exaggeration, since Duke seized some of the divinities of Ragnaros and Prince Sunderland, the most obvious feeling is that he has a closer sense of the elements of wind and fire.

The four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind are the basic elements that make up the world of Azeroth, and if he receives feedback from the planet Azeroth, Duke will not be surprised at all.

"System Elf, scan me for my physical, mental, and soul condition, and analyze my strange reaction just now. ”

"Understood, host!"

A system that calculates a few times a second doesn't end up analyzing anything.

But Duke didn't give up.

He's not the kind of person who has allergies and is nervous about everything.

He prefers to believe that this is the alarm signal given to him by the brain.

Sometimes, a person is alarmed, not because there is something wrong with his intellect. Rather, his brain has a judgment about the surrounding environment that is outside of reason, such as the wrong situation around him, and the brain's early warning system cannot be directly linked to the human mind, but can only make people feel that something is wrong in a similar way.

"There must be something wrong!" thought to Onexia's saddle, Duke cupped his chin in thought.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Let me be quiet. I suddenly felt that something was wrong. ”

Onexia obediently shut up.

Suddenly, a cluster of lightning in the spiritual world struck Duke's mind.

He knew what was wrong with him - as a time-traveler, although he also knew that the future of the world would not develop 100% according to his known 'history', but after using his foresight to his advantage again and again, Duke's subconscious had already decided that all events would develop in order.

Obviously, this can't be!

Some major events take time to ferment and require specific conditions to trigger, but there are many events that can erupt completely unreasonably.

Who would have ordered Nefarian to hide like a stupid X in the top of the Blackstone Tower and wait for Duke to lead the team to slay the dragon?

Who the hell stipulates that other forces can't take advantage of the opportunity to make trouble?

There are so many people who are qualified to make trouble.

To put it bigger: the three giants of the Burning Legion, the five ancient gods, and the four elemental lords, which one is not the master who will tremble three times when he stomps his feet?

Smaller: The Lich King, Illidan, the evil god Hakka worshipped by the jungle trolls, and various dragons who fight against water.

No matter how small the forces are, there are countless of them.

I gathered all the elites of the Alliance and the Horde to play the Hero Corps, which can certainly maximize the efficiency of land reclamation. On the other hand, isn't this a tightrope walk?

At this thought, Duke had a plan.

He opened the magic message directly: "I'm Duke Marcus......!

On December 10, 21 of the Dark Gate, the Alliance-led crusade for the Blackwing's Lair officially began. The Alliance has invested almost all the strong people it can put in, but for the Horde, the Alliance surprisingly only needs two strong men, Grom Hellroar and Bloodhoof Kane, not to mention Varok, not even Woking.

The Nest of Black Wings is obviously a special area, and Nefarian, the King of the Black Dragon, has used his evil magic to seal off all contact between it and the outside world, let alone portals, and not even a single magic message can be transmitted.

In this regard, the major kingdoms and even tribes of the alliance are a little accustomed to it.

This is also the case when crusading against the Fire Demon King of the Molten Heart, and the guardians who remain are doing their jobs.

However, when time stepped into the dark gate, January 1, 22, the whole world changed dramatically.

In the Thousand Needles Stone Forest at the southern end of the tribe's territory, huge stone pillars stand in this barren and huge valley, and Stormy Wind Hill is one of the most important strongholds of the tribe in the area, guarded by the Minotaurs.

From the bottom of the valley to go up to the wind gang, you can't walk on those steep stone walls at all, only through the bull-headed man to stir the noose, the person with a manpower elevator to pull up.

It was daytime, cloudless, and the view was best on the stormy hill, when suddenly a minotaur pointed south: "Look! What is that?"

"Buzz-" The voice came from far and near.

It quickly went from a low hum to a terrifying hum that even a bomber corps might not be able to make.

"Hell, that's not a cloud! Huge bugs fill the sky!"

The screams of the sentries also alarmed the commander of the Stormy Hills: "Hell! What is that!?"

As he roared to get the other minotaur warriors ready for battle, he informed the courier: "Find a way to tell the Great Chief that the Stormy Hill is over, and that it will be destroyed by a swarm of giant bugs flying from the south......"

Within half a day, the bad news was coming, and dozens of reports of attacks were on Sal's desk. Thanks to the magical teleportation system provided by humans, unskilled giant magicians worked hard to spread the word, at least so that Thrall did not have to spend days receiving messages from distant frontiers like the previous tribes.

From the Mochacher camp in the far southwest at Firas, to the Thousand Needles in the south and the goblin-infested city of Garkison in the Tanaris Desert, to the southern part of the Barrens, one-third of the Horde's zone of control or influence has been attacked by giant bugs.

According to reports, these giant flying insects, which resemble a bit like praying mantis, come from the Silisus region almost southwestern of Kalimdor. These big bugs are indiscriminate, like locusts that poison all creatures in their path.

Thrall tentatively asked Woking, "Is there any news of the Alliance?"

Actually, Sal was asking if it was the Alliance's ghost.

Woking smiled wryly and handed Sal a report he hadn't noticed.

When Sal saw it, he suddenly smiled bitterly, because the report said that a huge army of beetles had attacked the Cave of Time in the Thanaris Desert.

Well, it's the bronze dragon's lair!

Rao is alliance no longer has the brains to lead to trouble, and it will definitely not burn to the head of the dragon clan. You know, it's the notoriously bad-tempered bronze dragon king Nozdorm who lives there!

On the same day, a terrifying floating city appeared in the sea off Stormwind without warning. It was a three-dimensional diamond-shaped, incomparably huge floating fortress.

Its appearance naturally caused panic among the military and civilians of Stormwind City.

"What the hell is that?" On the tower next to Stormstorm Harbor, Duke Berval Vertagen's body couldn't help but tremble a little again.