In the Outlands, the creatures here are also very lively.

In the Void Storm region, friends from all over the world gathered together, and laughter was endless.

"Get out, you glowing crystal plates, the ecological ship is Lao Tzu, if you dare to come and ask me, I will kill your pathetic Shattrath City!"

Deathwing's obscured body roared through the sky, squirting dragon's breath after the retreating Shattrath army.

Narukh Healy is desperately trying to build a massive barrier of holy light to block Deathwing's dragonlord-level dragon breath with hot lava.

Ever since Deathwing moved to Void Storm, he has been no different from the bandits who are king of the mountains.

The eco-ship was transformed beyond recognition, and a spaceship that researched plants and various natural technologies has now been completely transformed into a terrifying living laboratory with a dark style and full of all kinds of dark and evil experimental equipment.

Immediately after that, the Winged Monarch vigorously developed the Extinction Worship Dragon Sect, and the members of this cult were of all races, and it was simply a great alliance of the world's nations.

The followers of the Cult of the Dragon worship are madly believing that Deathwing is the supreme one, and that only Deathwing is the savior who will lead the world to a bright future.

With the eco-ship as the center, they continued to expand and infiltrate the surrounding area, built a town fortress with a statue of the black dragon, and captured all kinds of out-of-world creatures for Deathwing all day long, and sent them to the eco-ship for Deathwing's experiments and research.

It can be said that as soon as the order came out, heroes from all over the world rushed to vote.

The first is a powerful gnome who arrives at the Ecoship and meets Deathwing.

"Ahahahaha! I'm Milhouse* Mana Storm, and with me, this world will be destroyed in our invincible rage!"

Then he was beaten and tortured by the Winged King, and he was honest.

Milhouse then joined the Cult of the Dragons and became a high-ranking member of the Cult of the Dragon, contributing to the Winged Lord's dark experiments.

Because it wasn't in the world of Azeroth, the Titan God didn't bother to take care of himself, so Deathwing became more and more unscrupulous.

He went to blackmail the Astral Consortium again, extorting a batch of high-tech experimental equipment and technology to improve his laboratory.

The ethereal spirits gritted their teeth at the name of this black dragon, but this black dragon was too capable of fighting, and his strength roared fiercely, and he couldn't do anything with all his counterattacks, but he was used as an excuse to blackmail him again.

So the ethereal spirits were angry, so the ethereal spirits began to scatter gold and silver, calling on people with lofty ideals from all over the world to come and slay the dragon and receive their huge bounty of up to 10 million gold coins.

A month has passed, and none of the adventurers have come, and not a single hair has been seen.

What kind of bullshit international joke, let's go to Deathwing?

Don't talk about 10 million gold coins, you just give us the position of the node prince, and we don't want to bird you.

Everyone comes from one world, and one knows the glorious deeds of Deathwing, and that is why Naru doesn't believe in evil and wants to provoke the mad dragon.

Now it's okay, what's the end?

The horse-mounted rider was chased by Deathwing and chopped down a dozen streets, and retreated to the Teroka Forest in disarray.

If you let Boss Adar play in person, you can still fight, and a little brother who works under your hands pretends to be a big-tailed wolf.

Sorry, who are you?

So the temptation for the new force of Deathwing ended, and the Winged King relied on his fierce strength and madness to break through the sky, and successfully became a major prince of the outer world, dividing the territory and starting his own great cause... Ahem.

In the Blade Mountain area, the new tribe is also a little worried.

Originally, in the Nagrand steppes, Garrosh brought his soldiers and the alliance to make trouble every day, which was already a great headache for the tribe. The Stormwind Kingdom has repeatedly protested to Orgrimmar, accusing Garrosh of being a dumb man who has seriously affected the harmonious relationship between the two parties. Illidan* Fury even said directly, if Garrosh dared to harass the Shadowmoon Valley region again, he would take Illidare's troops to directly encircle and kill him.

So Grand Chief Thrall finally spoke, and he transferred Garrosh back to the world of Azeroth, so that the son of hell roaring could come to Orgrimmar to calm down and study.

Grandmother Gaia still couldn't get past the stalker Durotan, and agreed to follow Garrosh to the world of Azeroth to live out her life.

For his most beloved grandmother, Garrosh was more obedient than his father's words.

Having just settled the situation in the Nagrand Grasslands, the tribe was finally free to take care of the chores of Blade Mountain.

Well, a very large chore.

The Margolon giants of the Night Empire, under the leadership of Margolon Grul, have occupied the Gruhl's lair in the Outland World, and are ready to be used as a stronghold to die.

This has made the new ogres of the tribe ache, they have a natural fear and surrender to the Golon giants, not to mention the fact that they have now become undegraded Margolon giants.

The Tribe sent an emissary to reach out to the Night Empire, who wanted to negotiate the departure of the Margolon Giants.

Everybody talks about it, oh, and finds out why.

It's still a problem with the High Elves.

After the tribe occupied the entire territory of Blade Mountain, they began to extend their tentacles to the Void Storm, and with the addition of the Void Node Vengeance Army, they still knew a lot about the Void Storm.

For the mana furnace, the tribe also wants to get one, which can be used for the development of technology and the daily use of energy.

This made the High Elves furious, and Countess Liadline led the Blood Elf Knights to immediately go to the area where the Void Storm West meets the Blade Mountain to stop the tribal army, and the two also had some skirmishes, but fortunately, they were more restrained and did not let the situation continue to expand.

Eventually, the Horde managed to occupy a small mana forge west of Void Storm and held on to their victory.

When the blood elves saw that they couldn't defeat them, they also became angry, so they also amplified their trick: sue their parents.

The Night Empire received a complaint from the Blood Elves, and it was also a pain in the face.

The High Elves' stinking problem of greater dignity than the sky has flared up again, and it is only the smallest mana furnace, which cannot affect the interests of the High Elves in the Void Storm region at all.

It's just that the High Elves, who feel that they have lost face, refuse to let go, and they have the attitude that they want the tribe to apologize to us and then return the furnace to us.

In desperation, the Night Empire ordered Grull to nail his magnates to Blade's Edge with his magnates in order to negotiate with the Horde.

Of course, the Night Empire did not do anything desperately, and when the two sides negotiated, the Empire contacted the tribe privately.

To put it simply: everyone knows what is wrong with the High Elf, and you still have to slap him in the face, isn't this just nothing to do!

So listen to me, you have emptied the mana furnace and left the Voidstorm region, and we will have the Margolon Giants of Gruul evacuate Blade Mountain.

So the Great Chief of Thrall, who couldn't cry or laugh, quickly ordered the ethereals on his side to dismantle the mana furnace and pack it up and bring it back to Blade Mountain.

The Great Chief found that he still underestimated the inexplicable dignity of the High Elves, and you can't do it if you leave, you have to apologize to us anyway!

A few days later, the annoyed Don't Want Tribes issued a statement: We apologize deeply to Quel'Thalas for the Void Storm conflict a few days ago.

That's it.

The Void Storm region, a newly built High Elf fortress town.

Countess Liadlin's delicate features were about to rise to the sky, and she shook a glass of wine gracefully in her hand.

"Well, in that case, we at Quel'Salas are reluctant to accept your apology. Remember, there is no next time. With that, the countess waved her white jade hand and signaled that the tribal envoy could leave.

The orc messengers rolled their eyes when they heard this, and strode out of the long-eared town.

"This group of long-eared girls really hugged the thighs of the Night Empire tightly and didn't let go, what a bullshit apology, ahh

The orc messenger gestured rudely toward the town of the High Elves as he walked.

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