"Bastards, the tribe's territory is being invaded, they are fleeing without a fight, are they still great tribal warriors?"

In a sense, he was right, adult female orcs are also heroic warriors.

At that time, Salta's mother Draka was also very good at playing.

"But the Great Chief, the brothers have checked it, and those are pregnant or lactating women, children under the age of ten, and old people!"

The brain-dead roared for a while.

According to tribal tradition, these people were not allowed to go to war, otherwise it would be a blasphemy against their ancestors.

But can he say no?

"Great Chief, many of you belong to our Warsong Clan. One of the guards said secretly.

Garrosh was so distraught that he raised his arms and finally lowered them slowly: "Let them go into Durotal, but not Orgrimmar." ”

In fact, this is a bit redundant, Ogrimmar has no food, everyone knows it. The point is to be able to enter Durotal. A river of angry waters, separating Durotar from the Barrens. The basin of the Nushui River basin, which formed west of Dulongtal after the cataclysm, is extremely rich in resources.

The river washes large amounts of fertile soil down from the upper reaches and silts up in the basin. The vegetation here has become more lush, which has indirectly increased the number of wild animals and magical beasts.

It's just that the influx of refugees has undoubtedly destroyed the ecological chain here, and all animals, no matter how big or small, have been wiped out.

Refugees who are hungry and crazy, but no matter what ecological chain, they are about to starve to death, so they slaughter the animals here and eat them first.

However, the collapse of the tribe continued, and in just three days, the Bleaklands, Firas, and Stonetalon Mountain had fallen. Thunder Cliff is not in danger to defend, and if the alliance is willing, it can completely collapse Thunder Cliff.

In the primitive Cold Weapon Era, Thunder Cliff, which had an incomparably excellent defensive power, was nothing more than a large target in the eyes of the Alliance's air fleet.

The only reason for the fleet not to open fire was an order from the top of the alliance to ban shelling.

For the first time, the Alliance sent airborne troops without artillery support to fight the Minotaurs under the command of the Megatha* Terror Totem.

The Knights of the Silver Hand led by Gavinrad, together with the flying Sindore Ranger troops supported by the wind elemental, and the griffin troops of Kudran, Thunder Bluff completely fell in just half a day. Even the minotaurs hiding in the big pillars of Thunder Cliff were not spared.

Magassa barely escaped by relying on the portal opened by the Sun King.

Finally enraged, Brain Roar ordered his troops in the Barren Rift to defend the former Twilight Fortress, and at the same time, he made a second devastating attack on the Sun King.

"I don't care what you do, blow up Naxxramas for me! I know that thing must be on its way to Kalimdor. "The brain-dead roar gave an unsympathetic order.

Anastrian almost wanted to slap his staff on Garrosh's ugly face on the spot.

Is the fortress of the Union so good to bomb?

The tragic lesson from the last time has proved that it is not possible to teleport directly into it, even if he is a demigod, he can't handle it. At a time when the alliance is strictly guarded, sending a cannon fodder to bring in with the [Rainbow of Focus] will only waste a precious magic bomb.

As a last resort, the Sun King gritted his teeth and personally infiltrated secretly.

No way, he's not a king anymore, not even the leader of any organization. He's just a traitor who once betrayed the Horde.

Even if he didn't want to go, Garrosh would force him to 'prove his loyalty to the tribe'.

Garrosh was not mistaken, Naxxramas was indeed heading from the Cursed Lands to Kalimdor. It's almost in the middle of the Endless Sea.

The Jade Dream Realm consumed the remaining will of Nao Zu, and even the power of the crystal skeleton was wiped out by most of it, and Anastrian was no longer a demigod, and now his strength returned to the dawn of the sun. In return, he no longer has to be mentally tortured by the crystal skeleton.

He wanted to prove to the world that the Sun King was still strong.

In the face of the dire situation, Garrosh did not fulfill his promise to help him reclaim the New Undercity. It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't do it.

Knowing that helping such a stupid Great Chief might not end well, since he was stripped of the surname of the Sunsnatcher, his desire for power has only grown.

He was once a king, and he couldn't accept that he would leave the world stage in obscurity.

Perhaps, this is his last stand.

Naxxramas's defense was very tight, flying in the air, there were still six formations of more than 100 flying ships outside, from up, down, left, right, front and back, a total of six directions to defend the air fortress.

This is not a problem for an Archmage of the Sunrise.

There was no moon in the night, and under the cover of night, he rode a skeletal griffin and easily approached the sky above Naxxramas. Wrapping himself in a cloud of black mist, he slowly floated to the huge fortress with the wind and the [Feather Falling Technique].

Without much effort, he made his way into the fortress through a small open porthole.

Normal people can't get in.

He's a lich.

Driven by the forces of darkness, he could separate each of his bones, levitate them in mid-air, float them into the fortress, and put them back together.

The fortress was brightly lit and full of people, which made it difficult for Anastrian. He was very condescending to hide in box after box for the logistics staff to transport in.

It didn't take much effort for him to read the minds of mortals and know which chest to send into the core of the fortress.

However, he soon realized that something was wrong.

Not only was it too quiet around, but three extremely strong elemental wave owners suddenly appeared.

Dawn?

There are even demigods!

"Anastrian, don't you want to know where you're exposed?"

The Sun King was startled, how could he forget this voice?

It was he, in the voice of a high-ranking victor, who deprived him of his surname as the sunsnatcher!

Kael'thas * The voice of the Sunstrider!

Finished!

The Sun King tried, and was shocked to find that the entire space was imprisoned.

As a last resort, he slowly walked out of the box and rearranged his bones in a ball according to the distribution of human bones.

In the empty hall, there stood the three archamens Gianna, Khadgar, and Kael'thas.

It's a gorgeous lineup.

"Hehe, how did you find out?" the Sun King deliberately joked.

"What do you say?" a seductive voice that Anastrian was not unfamiliar with sounded behind him.

His soul collapsed almost instantly.

How could he not recognize this voice?

Ereda Twins!

It was with them that he betrayed Azeroth for the first time.