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The world of Azeroth, the continent of the Eastern Kingdom.

Ever since the World Alliance's expedition to the Outlands, the world of Azeroth has been incredibly peaceful and peaceful.

In addition to the daily extermination of the undead in the Eastern and Western Plaguelands, the world is left with only the Forsaken and the Lordaeron Restoration Army, various minor skirmishes in the Silver Pines Forest and the Hillsbrad Hills.

Even the Powder Keg Thorn Valley region in the south is beginning to become unaccustomed to calm.

The new tribe has now stopped fighting with the troll tribes in Zul Ghrab and is beginning to stabilize their existing territory. And the Gulabash trolls were also in dire need of recuperation, so the two tacitly stopped all disputes.

And behind the Gilneth Wall in the north, some hidden mutations are slowly taking place.

Gilneth has been in seclusion for many years, and their citizens have become accustomed to this isolation.

And in this rainy land, disasters are also breeding.

In the forests outside many towns, a mad creature called the Werewolf is beginning to appear, and they wreak havoc in the gloomy jungle, howling at the moon.

They ran in droves, they harassed and raided towns everywhere. King Jean responded immediately, and his army began to move into towns and cities in an attempt to rid them of these abominable werewolves.

After a while, the results of the purge were also extremely satisfying, and the werewolves disappeared for a while, and the alchemists were busy studying the bodies of the dead werewolves.

But nine times out of ten, things didn't go your way, and after only a short time, a large number of werewolves began to appear in the forest, and continued to wreak havoc on Gilneth.

Moreover, this kind of werewolf is extremely terrifying, and the human who is bitten by them will also twist into an irrational werewolf after a short period of illness.

The people of Gilneth were terrified, and they began to build walls on the edge of the town to ward off the invasion of these werewolves and that terrible contagion.

The disadvantages of closing the country are beginning to become apparent.

No one in the outside world knows what happened to Gilneis, and even if they did, they didn't bother to pay attention to the things about the people of Gilneis.

Who has made their presence in this world so low that it is almost nothing?

Kalimdor Continent, Palace of Eternal Night.

Elisandre was just curious, so she followed the coalition forces over to take a look at the Outlands and immediately returned to the Palace of Eternal Night.

After all, the empire still has many things to deal with on its own, and he cannot be absent from the Prime Minister's Council.

Tulani went along, and that was only because she was relatively idle, and everything was on track on Secret Blue Island now, and there was nothing she needed to deal with personally.

Aurelia took Winresa and the ghost of the little girl named Pamela to the Undercity and stayed with Sylvanas for a while.

"So, the Origin Night is starting to be dishonest again, how could they clash with the Draenei?"

Elisandra frowned and read the report in her hand, is it uncomfortable for Azhara, the queen of the ancient elves, not to find something to do every day?

"Send someone to inquire, the Draenei of the prophet Veron belong to the alliance anyway, and the stability within the alliance cannot be undermined because of such a thing. ”

Elisand, who had taken care of all the political affairs, leaned back in the soft chair and rubbed her brow.

This is the side hall where Hu Feng usually is, and when Hu Feng is not there, Elisander will sit here and act as the God Emperor.

This trust made Elisande extremely grateful, and she did not want to live up to her lover's trust.

Of course, it may also be because Hu Feng is lazy and deliberately wants to strike for a while...

"Where's Sarodar going?"

A somewhat hazy silvery-white slender figure appeared in the side hall, looking around.

"He's taken the coalition to another world, has Elune completed your training mission?"

"It's done, the saturated energy has been absorbed... I was finally able to get back out, and he ran out on his own!"

Elune's angry resentment filled the side room.

"Play by yourself, Sarodar will be back soon, and he says he'll bring you some interesting goodies when he returns. ”

Elisand felt like she was coaxing a little child.

Elune, who had received a satisfactory answer, nodded contentedly, and quickly floated out, wandering out to the cities of Darnassus and Sulamar next door.

Eastern Kingdom Continent, Ironforge Fort.

The forges here never go out all year round, the dwarves here are hospitable, and even the King's Hall is filled with their bold laughter.

"You shit-eating black-iron bastards! Look what bullshit you're talking about! Tear up half of the commercial street and build your black-iron tavern? Eat sheep shit!"

"You goat-kicked stupid copperbearded bastards, you have no idea how charming our Black Iron Spirits are!

"We have something to say!"

"Shut up!"

King Magni sat calmly on his throne and looked at the quarrel below, just like the dwarven councillors. He had been accustomed to such scenes since the reopening of the Three Hammers Council.

"Father, aren't you going to take care of it?"

Princess Moella, who had been reconciled with her father, sat on a smaller throne a little below the king's throne with a big belly, looking helpless.

"What's the matter? Aha, let them go, when you're tired of the noise, you'll go back to sleep, anyway, I won't agree to what they say!"

King Magni's face was full of indifference, his mind drifting to the Outlands, fantasizing about how much this invasion would bring to Ironforge.

After the Battle of the Molten Heart, the Black Iron Dwarves began to leave the Blackstone Abyss in batches and go to live in the Iron Forge.

Of course, the Blackstone Abyss is still their lair, just like the Hammer Dwarves, although some of their clansmen live in Ironforge Castle, their lair is still Eagle's Nest Mountain.

And without their powerful neighbors, the Black Iron Dwarves are now happily occupying the deeper Molten Heart, where there is enough ore for them to dig happily for several lifetimes.

Naturally, the Copperbeard and Brute Hammer dwarves refused to lag behind, and decisively joined in.

Although the Black Iron Dwarves were a little unhappy about this, there was no way, who let themselves have already gotten on the ship of the Alliance and returned to Ironforge.

Stormwind, the aristocratic quarter.

Onexia was sitting elegantly in the dungeon of her manor, watching as several human soldiers disguised as black dragon dragons tortured a disobedient nobleman.

Taking a sip of fine wine and listening to the wails of the nobles, the Black Dragon Princess was in a mood full of joy.

Ah, life is really good now, there are always some nobles who dare to blow up the thorns, and they don't know whether they are alive or dead, jump out to challenge their power, which also happens to give them something to kill boredom.

As for the expedition to the outer lands, what does that have to do with yourself?

Our current classic old world is extremely wonderful, and the old lady will run to the new world to be affected when her brain is in water.

Eastern Plaguelands, Stratholme City.

Oscar looked at the black witch Farina who was trembling on her knees in front of her, and smiled with satisfaction.

"I'll just say you're going to regret it, bitch, how about it? Is Cthulhu's massage cool? Do you want to do it again?"

Falina immediately shook her head violently, her face filled with fear.

"No... No... I am willing to faithfully assist you and do not lock me up in that place anymore ... ”

Oscar waved his hand, and North, the plaguebringer standing nearby, immediately filled up and helped Falina to walk out.

"By the way, I like to see a lover finally married, North loves you so much, you love him honestly to Lao Tzu, you bitch don't play any tricks on me in the future, understand. ”

Hearing this, Falina nodded violently again, now she was terrified of the spiritual and physical torture of the ancient god Cthulhu, and that terrible whisper and illusion could collapse her countless times.

The plaguebringer North looked at Oscar in surprise, then nodded gratefully to the dwarf.

This huge favor was inherited by himself. Although there was some element of loyalty, North didn't care.

After all, his love for Falina surpasses everything.

The endless sea, the depths of the maelstrom, the continent of deep rocks.

Deathwing is still experimenting with his Twilight Dragon and doing various reverse studies on various female dragons.

Leaving aside the strange fetishes that the Winged King and the female dragons have on the bar for the time being, let's just think it's the nature of a male dragon.

"Deathwing, your dark experiments must end! God won't let you do that!"

Alexstrasa, the Red Dragon Queen, stood in human form behind Deathwing, rambling incessantly.

I don't know what kind of mentality that hateful Titan had in telling the Red Dragon Queen his location.

So he got the essence back, and the Red Dragon Queen, who was full of a sense of justice, came to harass her great experiment every now and then.

"Get out!"

As if she hadn't heard Deathwing's foul words, the Red Dragon Queen continued her nagging, taking every opportunity to sabotage his test subject.

"Stop, now that you don't have the influence of the Elder God, you can still be saved... ”

"Get out! Get out!"

Deathwing decided to move again, and he couldn't stand the disgusting and wordy Red Dragon Queen.

On the mainland of Northrend, a newly built floating fortress floats silently in the area of Icecrown.

"Oh, my Mr. Bigworth, come over for dinner, your favorite fresh North Sea ray. ”

The voice of the cat slave archlich Kelselgad echoed through the floating fortress, calling out to his cat master.

"Meow meow?"

Hearing the familiar syllable of the North Sea ray, Mr. Bigworth, who was sleeping lazily under the protection of a group of elite bone guards, immediately raised his head, and immediately got up and ran towards the place where his shovel officer lived.

I am still quite satisfied with this shoveling officer, give him some face, and I will deign to run over.

Mr. Bigworth lives a life of luxury in Northrend, a fresh North Sea ray that can be sold for twenty gold coins on other continents, and here he is just an ordinary imperial meal that he is tired of...

In short, the creatures of the world of Azeroth continue their lively and happy lives.

Ah, the classic old world, you are so beautiful~

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