"Malfurion, you can't go! This behavior is too reckless and dangerous. If those insectoids know your existence, they will definitely attack your location desperately and crazily!"
In the Temple of the Moon, Tyrande strongly opposed Malfurion's idea. He must not go to the front line in person. The fate of Vastann and Fandral was vividly seen. Malfurion's existence was like a target. As soon as he arrived in Xi Lissus will be targeted by the insect swarm.
"I have to go, our compatriots and comrades-in-arms need our help." Malfurion frowned. Of course he knew the danger of this behavior. Once he was killed, the morale of all Silithus resistance members might drop. Lows.
The Beetle Wall, as a magical barrier set up by elves and dragons, blocked the insect swarm for a long time. However, when the Qiraji reappeared outside the wall through unknown means, the wall instead Become an obstacle to the Cenarion Circle's attack.
They often suppressed the main force of the insect swarm under the Beetle Wall, but because they could not enter the sealed Ahn'Qiraj Fortress, they were unable to completely solve the insect problem. Once they made a move to return to the camp, the insect swarm would start from there. Suddenly appeared under the yellow sand and attacked their rear.
If the current tug-of-war between the swarm and the Cenarion Circle is allowed to continue, the Qiraji who are not afraid of attrition will make the Cenarion Circle pay an unacceptable heavy price. They must switch from defense to offense and open the Beetle Wall. Stop the madness of the insect swarm at its source.
As long as those high-level insect generals and priests are killed, the low-level insect people will immediately fall into chaos, and even completely lose the ability to reproduce, turning into some low-risk mutant beasts.
"I have asked the guardian dragons for the fragments of the quicksand scepter hidden in the hands of the four-color dragon. The key will be recast soon."
Malfurion looked resolute, showing no fear or flinching at all, "When the time comes, I will personally ring the beetle gong and unlock the seal."
"Sando, let me go. It's better for you to stay in Teldrassil. If anything goes wrong..."
Shandris volunteered to complete this dangerous task in Malfurion's place, but the Kaldorei Grand Master shook his head, "Shandis, you are better at leading an army than me. Our army needs your unification." .”
"But--"
"No need to say more." Malfurion glanced at Tyrande, who was hesitant to speak, and walked up to hug her. After a brief moment of tenderness, the archdruid let go of her hand and said goodbye, "I'm leaving first. The sacrifices of our compatriots cannot be allowed to go in vain.”
Until Malfurion turned into a storm crow and disappeared into the sky outside the Temple of the Moon, Tyrande said nothing. She just watched Malfurion's figure with her eyes until he was out of sight.
"Mother." Shandris intended to comfort Tyrande, but she didn't know where to say it. Tyrande and Malfurion were such a couple. They supported each other and relied on each other through countless storms. We share weal and woe.
For Tyrande, every time she was separated from Malfurion was painful, but the reunion after separation always made her feel gratified. How she hoped that this peaceful day would continue.
However, now they have to separate again. No matter how reluctant Tyrande is to leave, she must stay in Teldrassil and look after the Kaldorei home.
The priestess waved her hand, "I'm fine, Shandris, you go and pack your bags - be safe, child."
…
On the edge of Tanaris Hot Sands Port, a fleet with blood-red tribal flags docked in the port. Varok Saurfang, riding a warg, jumped off the deck first and stopped on the dock.
Normally, the goblins here would immediately come up to ask Saurfang if he needed various "paid" services. However, the Steamwheedle Port has seemed a lot calmer recently. The goblins are all in a hurry, whether they are getting on the ship or going to the airport. The sailors and passengers who came ashore looked panicked, as if this was an extremely dangerous place and they needed to leave quickly.
"I thought these goblins were all bosses who wanted money rather than their lives." A slightly young, rough voice sounded behind Saurfang, with a hint of joking and disdain in his tone.
"You have life to earn, but you don't have to spend life. No matter how much you love gold coins, you have to make a choice. These little guys are smarter than you think, Garrosh." Saurfang held his ax and led the troops forward. Go, their vanguard troops had arrived in Tanaris three days ago and set up a sentry post here.
In order to ensure smooth logistics, Steamwheedle Port is very important. There is no time to build a new port now. The goblins are hurriedly withdrawing from Tanaris, and there is enough space in the port for the tribe's ships. The ship docked so that the Horde's army could land in the desert.
Garrosh and Saurfang were walking on the slightly lonely streets of Steamwheedle Port. The young orc warrior was very curious about the customs and customs here. He walked to a notice board and found that it was written in the common language of the continent, orc language, etc. There are a lot of bounties written in every language. In addition to pirates and robbers, there are also alien bugs that are popping up everywhere.
"It seems that the tauren didn't lie to us. These bugs are indeed everywhere." Garrosh snorted, "My ax hasn't drank blood for a long time - hey, I don't know about those bugs. Is there any blood that can be shed?”
Garrosh's speech caused a group of old and rough orc soldiers behind him to burst into laughter. Garrosh himself also laughed. Saurfang glanced at Garrosh and thought to himself: This guy is really similar to his father. It looks like the muscles of the Warsong clan are still being passed down.
It's a pity that the orcs now have no shortage of powerful warriors. What's even more scarce are wise men who can provide advice on the development of the tribe. The disaster in Draenor has almost cut off the tradition of the orcs. Fortunately, Thrall and the Frostwolf clan have restored Thrall. The full path brought the tribe back, but they still lost the wisdom of the ancestral souls of Draenor, and the orcs themselves gave up this most precious "treasure."
"Let everyone check the fresh water and food supplies. We have to cross this desert and reach Silithus in the shortest possible time!" Saurfang waited until the soldiers were standing on the shore and then issued his order. the first instruction.
Saurfang responded to the high-pitched war cry of the orcs. The green tide quickly disappeared under the leadership of Saurfang. However, what all the tribe members did not notice was that there was a liquor store selling alcohol in a building not far away. At the door of the sand-brick house, a goblin wrapped in a turban watched the whole process of the tribe docking.
After the tribe army disappeared from sight, the goblin quickly got into the shop, took out a bunch of tools from the hidden secret door, took out paper and ink, and quickly wrote something on the page.
Soon, he finished writing the last word, then took out a special seal from the hidden tool box, and stamped a magic mark on the end of the letter. In the dark room, this mark lit up a little faintly. The light allows people to see some of the words clearly.
——"MI7"
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