"Why did the offensive against the Lightning Hall and the Rock Hall slow down?" Orgrim asked Lothar with some confusion, holding a warhammer with several dents.
At this moment, the coach of the Scourge did not directly answer Orgrim's question, but instead asked, "My old rival, how are our losses in this war?"
Orgrim frowned slightly. As a thoughtful orc, he heard the implication of Lothar's words, but he still answered directly, "The elite natural disaster warriors did not lose much. Those structures lacked the ability to completely kill us." Most of them have only temporarily lost their ability to fight, but those brainless low-level undead... do you still care about this?"
"His Majesty the Lich King is different from us. Although he controls the terrifying power of death, he is not a dead person, and he is not trying to cause chaos in Azeroth. This is destined to make him unable to be like the previous witch. Like a demon king, he is killing the creatures in our world wantonly."
Lothar looked at the endless undead army encroaching on the structures' positions and said slowly, "And this also limits the important channels for the development of natural disasters. Maybe we can slowly collect those deceased braves and heroes through time. But what we lack most right now is time."
"So? What does he want to do?" Orgrim asked puzzledly, "Some of those low-level cannon fodders don't even have souls, they are just bodies driven by necromancy. As long as they are not too mutilated, they can survive for a while. We won’t be short of it soon.”
"Just because there is no shortage now does not mean there will be no shortage in the future." Lothar shook his head helplessly, "Our enemies happen to be endless, like locusts. Look, if it weren't for those giant dragons this time, , these corrupted structures are enough for us to drink a pot."
Orgrim was silent for a while, not wanting to listen to Lothar's riddles, and asked bluntly, "What does this have to do with us slowing down the offensive? Now the constructs are at the end of their strength. If we put more pressure on them, the balance of victory will quickly shift." We’re leaning this way.”
"You should also know that the victory or defeat on our side will not affect the real situation. If the Dragon King and Lich King lose, we will be unable to stop the awakened Ancient God and his servants."
The soul fire in Lothar's eyes was erratic, and he seemed to have made up his mind before he spoke.
"So, he made a somewhat crazy decision."
Orgrim suddenly felt a chill all over his body at this moment - it was the trembling and uneasiness coming from his soul. This wise former chief seemed to have had a premonition that something bad was about to happen.
"Are you humans all crazy?" Orgrim bared his teeth and almost squeezed out the words from his throat. "I don't know what your intentions are, but I know very well that if our Majesty 'If it fails, the world may be in ruins."
"According to the worst-case scenario, it is indeed the case, so he took out an insurance before leaving." Lothar looked at the rock hall that had half of the columns destroyed by the war, "If he and Malygos fail, , then Azadas will use the Creation Engine to erase everything."
Orgrim suddenly looked back at the depths of Ulduar. In the Titan City, which has remained unchanged for thousands of years, there is a fuse that may detonate the entire world.
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"Boom!"
Dark green lightning flashed across the sky above the Hellfire Peninsula. Jaina was sitting on the top floor of the mage tower in the Castle of Glory, concentrating on reading the documents in her hand. There were many similar scrolls and documents stacked up in her hand.
The coalition forces spent a lot of effort and finally established a firm foothold in Hellfire Peninsula. With the materials and manpower from Azeroth, Glory Castle can finally no longer be trapped in the original embarrassing situation, and now it has begun to gradually move towards Hell. The Fire Fortress went on the offensive.
On the top of the mage tower, there are many mages from Dalaran who are busy. They are either counting the documents and information that they have not had time to guard here for decades, or they are busy arranging various matters to assist in the war.
Although the evil orcs have lost to the coalition forces in several previous battles, their power is still deeply rooted. And because the coalition forces are gradually taking over the area from the Dark Portal to the Glory Castle, the evil orcs' forces are forced to move towards hell. The rear side of the Fire Fortress was partially moved.
This also resulted in the road connecting Terokkar Forest being monitored by more enemies, even though that road was originally full of thorns and contaminated monsters.
According to Danas, there are still some expeditionary forces stationed in other areas of the Outland, most of which are in Shattrath City. The path leading to Terokkar Forest is now tightly guarded by the enemy. Contact Shattrath. The last resort in Sicheng was the flying force.
However, this ghost place in Outland is gradually being eaten away by the twisted void after the big explosion. Although it still retains a part of the atmosphere that can support human survival, above the clouds is an extreme void storm that may engulf people flying in the air at any time. The unlucky guy.
Only the most elite gryphon knights can fly in this cursed sky, and even for them, death and injury are commonplace.
Therefore, the connection between Glory Castle and Shattrath City is often intermittent, and there is no fixed time. Danas has sent scouts across the sea of clouds to deliver news to Shattrath, but he does not know when he will receive a reply.
Naturally, the coalition forces would not wait at the Fort of Glory, so in addition to uprooting Hellfire Citadel, opening the road to Shattrath City became an important issue.
Now, there are two mages beside Jaina arguing about this topic.
"Damn it, you stupid dwarf, you don't even know the danger of opening the portal with just one coordinate in this kind of space - let alone the coordinates from twenty years ago, before Draenor exploded. !" The elf mage pointed at the dwarf mage's nose, which was less than his own thigh, and cursed.
"Stupid?! No one dares to call the great Milhouse Manastorm a stupid dwarf! Even His Highness Arthas praised my superb spell-casting skills!" Milhouse fired back mercilessly, " You point-eared elves have no idea what innovation is. Even the engineers from my hometown dared to try out a space teleporter, but you just want to wait for the right time!"
"You are simply a madman. If you really want to try, please open the portal to death at least twenty kilometers away from the Glory Castle. I don't want our fortress to be occupied by a group of strange void creatures. Or just blow up to the sky with this broken world!"
The elf mage simply couldn't stand Milhouse's rudeness and was too lazy to argue with him any more. He grunted and left after a few words. Milhouse looked like a winner and raised his head proudly, as if Want to win the approval of other colleagues.
However, the people around him just glanced at him and continued to focus on the matter at hand - these days, the same quarrel almost never happens again, and there is always Milhouse involved. Guy figure.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Milhouse turned his attention to Jaina. He chuckled twice, rubbed his hands and walked to Jaina's desk. He said flatteringly, "Miss Proudmoore, look , my idea is definitely feasible, I wonder if you can support me with some mana crystals, I will try my best to build a stable portal... Oh, it doesn’t need too much, just..."
"Mr. Mana Storm, you should go to the logistics manager for this matter. I can't help you." Jaina said with a headache.
This was the first time that Mana Storm had come to her. At first, Jaina was hesitant and asked people to assist him. But a day later, she learned that a small cliff to the north of the Fort of Glory was torn into pieces by a space storm. After that, she never dared to let Milhouse mess around again.
After sending away the dejected Milhouse, the air behind Jaina gradually became distorted, and gradually, a slim figure walked out of the shadows.
Jaina put down the official document in her hand and turned to look at the visitor, "Valeela, what's the matter?"
"Our spies have figured out that those evil orc soldiers are pouring out of a place called the Blood Furnace in Hellfire Fortress. The accompanying mage believes that there is a large evil energy factory there."
Valeera handed a report to Jaina. "Although we haven't been able to completely penetrate it, the orcs don't seem to pay too much attention to the confidentiality work. We found the source of the evil blood - a man who was The Lord of the Abyss imprisoned in an underground prison."
"Lord of the Abyss?" Jaina's beautiful brows knitted together. Those evil orcs actually used an Abyss Lord as a pig to squeeze the blood of evil energy endlessly. But how did they do it? It stands to reason that drinking the blood of evil energy The bloody orcs should be easily controlled by the abyss lord.
"If the information from Honor Castle is correct, the imprisoned Abyss Lord should be Magtheridon, the former Overlord of the Outer Territory who was stationed here." Valeela softly reported the information they had obtained, "Although it is not I know how the Fel Orcs caught him, but as long as this Abyss Lord is killed, the Fel Orcs will no longer have the ability to create new soldiers, and those orcs that have been infused with the blood of Fel Energy will become extremely weak. .”
"I understand...but this matter needs to be planned in detail," Jaina knew very well how difficult an abyss lord was, let alone a demon who was entrusted with the important task of monitoring a world by the Burning Legion. , it is not an easy task to deal with him, not to mention breaking through the numerous obstacles of the evil orc army.
Valeela continued, "One more thing is that we found a strange mark on some dead evil orc high-level people."
With that said, Valeera took out an evil seal that was imprisoned by magic and handed it to Jaina.
Jaina observed the mark very carefully. Apart from the evil power emanating from it, there seemed to be nothing special about this mark... Wait!
"This seems to be... some kind of pattern commonly used by the ancient Kaldorei?" Jaina was a little unsure. The Kaldorei civilization was too long and too independent. Only after the night elves joined the Alliance did humans have the opportunity to understand it in more detail. knowledge of this ancient civilization.
Jaina has been busy with the Alliance's expeditionary wars recently, and has lost a lot of time in researching this area, but she still feels that the lines on the mark give her a sense of déjà vu.
"Give this crest to the night elf priests and let them see if they can get any information from it."
