Chapter 920: A Doomed Plan
(I fell asleep after the code again, and reissued yesterday's)
The role of the demon is very perfect, until the demon launched an attack on the plane where one of the gods is located, the dragon god god lair, the dragon sleep plane, the gods did not receive the slightest news, of course, one of the things is that the demon's interception means are in place, on the other hand, the spirit of the gods has not been put there, after all, in hundreds of years of war, because the enemy has always been resisted on the front line, so even in the most difficult period, the gods alliance does not need to worry about the rear, resulting in them, the novices of large-scale wars, when facing the cunning and cruel demons, failed to notice in time the possibility that the demon might make a move on the big rear.
After all, under the influence of habitual thinking, the gods instinctively thought that the demons would fight with them like their former opponents who had been fighting for hundreds of years, to gradually fight for the battle, but they were wrong, the demons did not face them at all, but cruelly chose to kill their seed power and then chose to retreat back to the abyss, using the terrain of the abyss and the several terrible fortresses that had been established in the abyss to maintain, and when the demons finally relied on the plundered resources to accumulate steadily, the demons could blow the horn of counterattack
Of course, in fact, it was just a dream, after all, under the painstaking calculations of the Abyss Will, he finally sent all these demons that were not under his control out of the abyss, and as a result, you are now a group of evil people who dare to come back, it is simply tired of being crooked!
Therefore, the Abyss Will will not let them in at all, so in fact, the retreat of the demons has long been broken, no matter how well they plan here, they will also be completely destroyed because of the floodgates of the Abyss Will, of course, before the destruction, they will also consume the last mobile power of the gods, after all, the previous pro-reverse cosmic war that spanned hundreds of years has exhausted the gods, if it weren't for the fact that the enemy himself has fallen into the brink of collapse in the end, the disadvantage of the war has led to the imbalance of power within the Acanthus Empire and the end of the total collapse, the gods have long been defeated, but even if they win, it is a miserable victory, and even now they have to be wiped out by the demons to destroy the seeds of rebirthI don't know how long it will take to regain my prosperity!
Of course, the gods are not happy, and the demons will not be much better, after all, after the large force that the demons have accumulated for so long has been wiped out, it will take a long time to re-birth a new strong man, even if it is a cultivation mechanism with the will of the abyss, fortunately, there are still demon gods at that time, not to mention the few house gods tested by magic technology, even if these are demonized after the desire to be magnified, they are just more crazy to study magic technology, and they themselves have no idea of participating in politics and seizing power, and several surrender factions that summon gods are even more demonized and their cowardice has been expanded, so they are all conservatives, In the power vacuum of the abyss, it is good to say that they can suppress the orthodox demons by their strength, but once the orthodox demons become gods, it will be time for them to abdicate and make way for the virtuous, after all, the will of the abyss wants a demon god who can be fully trusted and can lead the demons to continue to forge ahead.
And one of them is about to be promoted is Marganis, the dreaded demon king of the Nazredom demon clan, after all, he has now become a demigod peak with the help of the will of the abyss, and half a foot has stepped into the realm of the gods, and as for the name changed to Manolos now, to symbolize that he can become the abyss lord who is comparable to his former leader, he has also stepped into the existence of a demigod, no way, who makes the family the leader of the new generation of demons with the will of the abyss!
Next is the copy-paste of the Wolf Heart
Yes, no matter how many lives have been sacrificed, no matter how many lives have to be sacrificed before the fleet reaches its destination, it will be worth it for Brinnin and the others. The Horde has finally put its fate in its hands. It's vibrant, aggressive, and that's exactly what post-cataclysmic Azeroth needs. Those who have ruled the world for so long have fallen into decay...... Too weak. And the tribes, especially the orcs, will eventually achieve their occupation of the more affluent territories, not only for survival, but also for eventual growth. Things, long overdue.
Garrosh had convinced his people that the recent cataclysm was a great sign that their time was coming. The world has been torn apart, and if we want to survive, we must adapt to the new world after the upheaval.
The crew finally loaded the last cage. Brinnin watched as they sealed the cabin. They had plenty of slumber powder, and there were other means to coerce the creatures, but the old orc was still eager for the voyage to end.
He stepped onto the deck, and the first mate saluted him. "All set, Captain, we are ready to set sail at your command!"
"Let's go, then," Brining whispered. "The sooner we bring the goods to Garrosh, the sooner it will become a nuisance for the Alliance......"
The orc snorted approvingly, and turned to deliver Brinnin's order. Soon, the ship lifted anchor and sailed out of port.
The wind whirled, and the thunder roared. A storm is being brewed, and it couldn't be worse for the fleet. However, in the captain's eyes, the storm was nothing compared to the horrors that the horde's enemies were about to face. Brinnin gazed at the churning dark waters, contemplated the fleet's destination, imagining what his cargo would do with Garrosh under his control.
For a moment, Brinnin almost felt some pity for the defenders of the Grey Valley, almost for the Night Elves.
But in the end...... They're nothing more than Night Elves.
Tyrande?Winds knew that the world could never recover. The mighty black dragon Deathwing has forever changed the face of Azeroth, and in a way, it's even more terrifying than the shattering of the world, when the world's only continent was savagely torn apart. The High Priestess had witnessed that astonishing event some 10,000 years ago, but never imagined that she would experience such a terrible catastrophe again.
For those who don't know her race, the Night Elves, Tyrande's long, night-blue hair that falls over her shoulders looks like she's no more than twenty. However, her shining silver eyes are full of wisdom brought by thousands of years of experience. There were faint wrinkles next to these beautiful eyes, but they were more due to the sorrow and troubles of 10,000 years than the result of age.