Terenus Minahir's ambitions shocked Kel'thugad.

"What can I do for you?" Kel'thugad was a little nervous, the new king seemed to hold a lot of secrets. This caused some uneasiness in his heart.

The king of a nation, even the king of a powerful country, cannot force an archmage to do what he is not willing to do. In particular, Kel'thugad, who belongs to Dalaran.

"I know that because the magical research you've always wanted isn't licensed in Dalaran, why not leave Dalaran for a while and come to Lordaeron? At least as long as Lordaeron is in charge of the Keys, the Dragon's Tower has more than enough resources for you to squander and use. Terenus ignored Kel'thugad's unpredictable, uncertain complexion, and whispered bewilderment.

"At what cost?" Kel'thugad was impressed, but at the same time, he knew very well that Terenus Minahir was so generous that it could not be without a price.

"As an archmage, you should have a group of your own students and followers in Dalaran, right? I don't care how many people you bring with you, or if you have the resources alone, but you need to train a group of court mages loyal to the royal family for Lordaeron, and regularly use the resources of the Dragon Tower to provide a batch of magical equipment for Lordaeron's army. Swords, guns, shields, bows, magic scrolls. Finally," Terenus looked deeply at Kel'thugad, "During this period of cooperation, all of your research results, whether it be research on the Dragon's Tower or other magical research, must be made available to the royal family of Lordaeron without reservation. ”

"It's a bit of a tough man's work, Your Majesty." Kel'thugad looked embarrassed.

"Isn't Dalaran a city that openly learns magic? I thought you would be happy to share your research. Terenus smiled sarcastically, not knowing whether he was laughing at Dalaran or at Kel'thugad in front of him. Lordaeron gave resources, money, manpower, and took certain risks, and these are what Lordaeron deserves. If it weren't for you, there would be other archmages willing to agree to these conditions, wouldn't they? ”

"You convinced me." Kel'thugad bowed slightly.

The two smiled tacitly, and once again looked at the dragon tower, which still looks magnificent and shocking even after thousands of years.

Terenus Minahir had the excitement of a grand show on his face.

Kel'thugad looked eagerly at the Dragon Tower, wanting to study the origin of the power of the Tyrannosaurus King thousands of years ago.

It is said that the Well of Eternity 10,000 years ago and the current Well of the Sun are places where magic is strong, but the high-level mages of Dalaran know that there is another source of magical power in this world.

That's what Tyrannosaurus King Bakar brings.

The Dragon's Tower, which is said to have been the building used by the Tyrannosaurus King to gather magical powers, is equivalent to the elves' sunwell. Although much of this information has been buried in the time of history, the credibility of the statement that this tower has been running steadily for thousands of years, and that it is constantly overflowing with energy fluctuations in all directions.

Just the magic crystals and gems of various colors and functions collected from the underground excavations around the tower every year are more than enough to supply the consumption of the entire magical city of Dalaran.

For thousands of years, it is not without powerful mages who want to explore the secrets of the power of the Dragon Tower, but it is not surprising that every mage who has a certain success and goes deep into it will not end well.

It was as if this power had been cursed by the Tyrannosaurus King, and any mage who tried to control it deeply would go insane and go mad after a while. In more serious cases, the soul will be distorted, which in turn will affect the body.

It's like you've been polluted by an ancient god.

This is the evaluation given by the guardian dragon.

So gradually, the Dragon Tower became a taboo. Human mages need it, but they can't resist the power of pollution. As a last resort, in the presence of the guardian dragons and elves, the human mages decided that no mage would be allowed to study the secrets of the Dragon Tower until a proper method could be found.

……

Draenau.

"Beacon Tower?"

Held's spiritual power outside the observation domain inexplicably detected a trace of abnormality. Somewhere in this universe, there seemed to be a faint signal that seemed familiar to her.

But the signal was so weak that it was a little difficult for her to locate it for a while.

But there is no doubt that it should have been the place where the last apostle lived.

It is also the hub where Agatha is located.

Inexplicably, Herder had this kind of realization in his heart, which was close to conviction.

The raging elementals swam in the surrounding air, and the rich elemental power was gathered here from all directions, and the endless blizzard covered the surrounding area for hundreds of miles.

The howling cold wind is like the sharpest blades, harvesting all the life in this area.

The summoned shamans add a variety of buffs to the clan's warriors, and the warm golden glow protects the orc warriors from a terrifying blizzard of ice magic, so that their limbs will not freeze, frostbite, and then gradually pass away into a silent ice sculpture.

There was another group of shamans, who were squeezing a large figure in the center of the wind and snow with the power of thunder and shadow.

It was a dragon with smooth curves and horns, full of violence and death.

The opponent's wings were attacked by strong elements, and they hung to the ground in tatters, unable to soar into the sky. A prison made of thunder roared and resounded above it. restricting its area of activity.

Hordes of orc warriors, armed with their own weapons, fearlessly attacked the dark green dragon with an inexplicable force and various buffs.

The ice field beneath their feet was already full of craters, large and small, and green liquid filled these pits, polluting the surrounding environment and life like a plague.

If someone takes a breath here, the cold wind and the rich power of death will make a sturdy orc instantly turn into decay, and then be covered in wind and snow.

All the orcs who rushed to participate in the dragon hunting festival knew that the orcs who were not strong enough did not even have the opportunity and strength to walk in front of the evil dragon and swing their weapons.

The strong death power that surrounds the dragon's body is enough to make any life that dares to approach it feel the withering of life, the decay of its shell.

Even the youngest and most powerful orc warriors who can't get close to the dragon in a short period of time and give it enough lethal damage will be more likely to die the longer it lasts.

In particular, the dragon can also use its death power to summon the souls of those warriors who died at its hands, and they have lost their memories and sanity, and will only wander around the dragon like a geist, clearing him of all enemies who dare to approach it.

Just think about it, the conditions for crusading against the evil dragon are enough to be a nightmare for all clans.

If the evil dragon is not killed, the area where the orcs live will be less and less, and the environment will become worse and worse, and eventually the orcs can only wait for death.

If you want to kill the evil dragon, you have to endure its resurrection again and again, and the ravages that have intensified. Treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

But this time, everyone thinks that this is the best chance to solve the evil dragon disaster once and for all!

Many clans are forcefully united, many shamans have mastered more powerful elemental powers, and they can avoid being affected by the chaotic elemental powers, and orc warriors can approach the evil dragons without hindrance under the protection of the high priest's power, and fight them in close combat.

All the clans that have been pinched together have a fanatical belief in their desire to put an end to the dragon, which will be the most honorable battle of their lives!

Even if it comes at the cost of death!

Among them, the most courageous ones who charged forward were Gromash of the Warsong Clan and Galada of the Frostwolf Clan, and the two chieftains of the clan led their clan's warriors to the front.

The dragon's breath and claw strikes inflicted heavy casualties on both clans, but the two clans showed their almost mad side with more frenzies and fights and attacks as if they were indifferent to the sacrifice.

The legendary giant axe in Gromarsh's hand had slashed one after another hideous and ugly wounds on the dragon's body, and a large amount of hot green blood splashed on the ground, scorching the thick ice into potholes, even in the blizzard, it had tried its best to suppress the activity of other elements, but the unknown and highly poisonous poisonous gas was still spreading with the cold wind to the surroundings.

However, when the poisonous gas touched the golden light on the orcs, it would be filtered and purified, and disappear into the wind and snow.

The battle lasted for an unknown amount of time.

The corpses of the orc warriors were piled up around the dragon's body, and under the weakening of various magics, the dragon's exuberant energy finally showed a slight sluggishness, and its strength was no longer as powerful as before.

The elite orc warriors who survived at the forefront were the first to perceive this change, and they were not afraid of death and immediately launched the next wave of violent attacks.

An orc warrior was knocked out by the dragon, rolling over the ice field with no breath, but the next moment there would be two or three plural orc warriors on top to inflict damage on the dragon.

This kind of rage, even if you die by yourself, you have to bite the flesh of the evil dragon alive has become the norm in the battlefield like a meat grinder.

In the end, the dragon's claws were cut off, the tattered wings were cut off, the thick and thick lower limbs were cut off, and finally, with the giant axe in his hand, the bloodied Gromash jumped up with his hands in his hands in the eyes of the dismembered dragon looking at the ant, and was blessed by Herder, and the magically transformed giant axe pulled out a long axe blade and cut off the dragon's head.

However, the dragon is still not dead.

Its limbs were still alive, and they were still struggling on the surface of the ice field, trying to come together. But a black bandage-like rectangular shadow wrapped around the dragon's limbs along the ground of the ice field, imprinting them one by one.

The dragon's limbs that were throbbing on the ground suddenly fell silent, and they stopped moving as if they had lost their vitality. The dragon's head was wrapped in a seal, and eventually lost consciousness.

In the midst of the wind and snow, countless orc warriors raised their weapons and let out a fanatical battle cry in the face of the goose feather snowflakes falling from the sky. They won the bitter battle.

They solved the Skyfall Dragon, which no one had been able to solve for thousands of years.

Every one of them present was a participant in a battle that could be called legendary, and this glory was almost irresistible to the orcs who valued honor so much.

"High Priest."

After cheering and celebrating, Gromash walked up to Herder, who was guarded by many shamans, and fell to one knee to offer her his loyalty.

"Each clan will take away a portion of the dragon's limbs, and I will have the shamans who have mastered the seal follow you to suppress its limbs in all directions. At least for a hundred years, you won't have to be attacked by the dragons anymore. Herder said softly.

"A hundred years? Does it still come out and do evil? Galada, who had come over, heard Herder's words, and the joy in his heart was like a basin of cold water being poured on his head, and the blood that was high in his body was also cooled in the wind and snow.

"The dragon is immortal, and we have no choice but to seal it or exile it. In the past thousand years, it has polluted too many places, this planet has been deeply polluted by evil dragons, and even the elements have become dead and chaotic, and this world has begun to move towards the twilight of its life.

In the future, even if there is no evil dragon disaster, there will be all kinds of disasters in the twilight of life! Plagues, high temperatures, extreme cold, depleted resources, and over time it becomes less and less suitable for life.

This time may last for hundreds of years, or thousands of years. But under the pollution of the power of death, the world is rapidly coming to an end at a speed that no one can stop. Herder concluded.

"So, what are we going to do?" Hearing Herder's conclusion, Gromash and the other chiefs of the orc clan panicked. They thought they would be able to return to normal life by eliminating the evil dragon, but the future sounded different from what they had imagined, and it was even worse.

"The Great Transfer!" Herder stated her intentions: "During this time, I will find a planet suitable for orcs to live and thrive." Then conquer it and migrate all the orcs here. The reduction of orcs can also delay the death of this planet.

This is for the future of the orcs! ”

Chiefs such as Gromash and Galada bowed slightly.

"Of course, before we can do that, we first have to unite all the orc clans and screw all the forces of this planet together. I don't need so many splinter orc clans, I want a unified, united alliance. Herder said softly.

"Go and fight for me, and for the future of the orcs."

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