Bolvar was extremely shocked at this moment. He felt that his worldview for many years was gradually collapsing. Why was the man who sacrificed himself at the foot of Blackstone Mountain and gave everything for the Alliance standing in front of him today?
Is this the enemy's evil magic or an illusion with ulterior motives?
but……
Even as mentally tough as he is, it's hard to tell whether this is reality or an illusion.
What happened? Bolvar wanted to rush forward and question him. He had too much to say and too many things to ask, but when he saw Lothar's familiar unsmiling face, Bolvar could not say anything. A strange depression clung to his heart, making a tough-minded man feel like a shy and inarticulate child at this moment.
Jaina held the staff and stood behind Bolvar. Her eyes, which were originally as calm as a lake, were filled with ripples. She had some vague guesses, but this guess made her not know how to face it. The complexity far exceeded her imagination.
In the end, neither of them could speak. Instead, Varok, who had been Lothar's lifelong enemy and rival, spoke first. The gray-haired old orc had a complicated expression, and it was obvious that he was also looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar face. Next, I was hit again by the memory of the past.
"Anduin Lothar...didn't you die in the warchief's duel? Are you a dead soul who came for revenge?"
At the end, Varok's voice was hoarse, and the old orc's voice was filled with pain. Lothar's death represented the end of a period of history, and he once thought he could get rid of that bloody past.
"I am indeed dead," Lothar's unique and hoarse voice echoed in the camp, "but I am not walking on the earth again for a narrow purpose such as revenge. I am fighting to fulfill a greater will."
"Are you... an undead?" Garrosh questioned Lothar's identity. He probably figured out that he must have been a high-ranking human general. He glanced at Varok, who was actually a little lost, and sneered, "You don't Could it be that some dark force has resurrected and is ready to disrupt our enemies?"
After saying that, Garrosh raised one of his short-handled axes, stepped in front of Lothar, and was about to put the ax on Lothar's throat.
Lothar frowned slightly. Although he was stationed at the headquarters of the Scourge all year round, it did not mean that he knew nothing about what was happening on the main continent. Moreover, as the commander-in-chief of the Scourge in Silithus and Uldum, he had been informed in advance He learned Garrosh's identity, but he didn't expect that this young orc was far more reckless and arrogant than his father.
The high lord's unhappiness was quickly reflected in his actions. Faced with Garrosh's ax blade, Lothar advanced instead of retreating. In the astonished eyes of Garrosh, Lothar directly used his forearm to deflect the opponent's axe. The attacking hand suddenly clamped Garrosh's throat with the other hand, and the dark power of the death knight spread along Lothar's hand towards Garrosh.
The strong sense of suffocation made Garrosh immediately want to struggle, but only then did he find that his strong body suddenly weakened, and the battle ax in his hand became extremely heavy. He could no longer even hold the handle of the axe, and let the short The ax fell to the ground.
"stop!"
Everything happened so fast that Varok, who had just lost consciousness, only now reacted. He regained his energy, glared angrily, and rushed forward to knock away Lothar's arm that was holding Garrosh.
"Marshal Lothar!"
Bolvar's hand was pressed on the hilt of the sword again, but no one knew whether he wanted to guard against the two orcs who suddenly appeared, or whether he was an undead who suddenly appeared in Lothar in Silithus.
After Lothar's arm was knocked away by Varok, he had no intention of continuing to embarrass Garrosh. He just said coldly, "Although I don't come for revenge, that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want, orc."
Varok supported the collapsed Garrosh, but did not attack again. His intuition told him that Lothar was very dangerous, far more dangerous than the insect generals on the battlefield, and even far more dangerous than any enemy Varok had ever faced. , if you are not careful, you will die at the opponent's hands.
The fact that Garrosh can still breathe heavily is the result of the other party's mercy. Varok can still see this, so in addition to preventing the conflict between the two, he did not further intensify the conflict.
"okay."
Malfurion punched his oak staff on the ground twice, making a "keep" sound, attracting everyone's attention. As soon as Lothar entered the door, the Archdruid felt a familiar feeling from him. The breath was interrupted by Garrosh's sudden attack, but now he remembered that it was a power very similar to Arthas' sword.
The archdruid paused for a moment before continuing, "We welcome anyone who assists us now, but please do not provoke conflicts here, otherwise we will regard the provocateurs as common enemies."
"Of course I'm here to assist," Lothar nodded slightly and followed Malfurion's words, "You must be worried about how to break into the insect man's lair."
Seeing that the scene gradually calmed down, Bolvar slowly breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, he did not want to draw his sword on Lothar. It was lucky that the opponent was not an enemy. As for Garrosh, that reckless orc made him suffer. It's also a good thing.
Bolvar looked at Lothar and asked slowly, "Marshal, do you have any good ideas?"
Lothar shook his head, "Child, I am not a god. You should know very well that in the complex lair below Ahn'Qiraj, no commander can lead a large army to defeat the Qiraji, but send a small force. In ancient times, When the god was on guard, he simply sent people to die."
"Old God?"
Bolvar felt that this was the second time he heard this title. The last time was... the meeting held by Arthas before his expedition to the outer lands. He said that a terrible dark force had risen, and it was some ancient god. The same evil god is controlling these insect-men?
This made Bolvar feel a chill. How many such creepy evil gods are there in seemingly peaceful Azeroth? Why do they seem to be everywhere? Yogg-Saron is far away in Northrend in the Arctic. This time, the ancient god behind the bugmen is in the southernmost part of the continent. If there are such monsters under Stormwind City one day, what should they do? good?
"Perhaps you need to know your opponents in more detail, but there is no time now," Lothar knew that this knowledge was taboo in the mortal world, so he did not go into details because sooner or later Bolvar and others would have it. Opportunity to understand the history of the Dark Empire in more complete detail, "We actually don't need to attack the insect nest. The goal of this war is actually not the insect nest, but the ancient gods."
"But we can't do this without entering the insect hive," Malfurion said. "The Old God can hide safely underground and issue orders to the insect army."
"No."
Lothar directly denied Malfurion's view, "Arch Druid, the Ancient God is not hiding underground, but has to stay in the core of Ahn'Qiraj. He does not need to hide at all, because his power can easily Destroying armies and cities, the army has no effect in front of the Old God, and the insect swarm is just a means for him to delay time."
"Delaying for time?"
Just when several people questioned Lothar's statement, the ground shook violently, and an extremely violent earthquake swept across a large area of land around Ahn'Qiraj in an instant.
Lothar's expression changed and he quickly walked out of the camp. He found that the sky was shrouded in darkness in just a few seconds. The blood-red setting sun that originally reflected the desert was also obscured by darkness. But strangely, the sun's rays were After being swallowed by the darkness, it did not disappear from everyone's sight. Instead, it became brighter and brighter, like a huge pupil dyed red with blood in the sky.
The panicked screams of soldiers cleaning up the battlefield came from the distance, and countless huge tentacles broke through the surface of the earth. The obsidian building that had stood in the desert for countless thousands of years was also wrapped and covered with flesh and blood tentacles in an instant. The originally ancient and dead Anqi At this moment, Ra changed its appearance and became a living city of monsters that chose people to eat.
In just this short period of time, hundreds of soldiers were swept into the gravel by the tentacles, leaving only a pile of stumps and blood stains. It was as if they had been swallowed by the desert. The sudden change made the coalition forces At a loss.
The remaining people in the tent also quickly rushed out of the tent. Malfurion looked at the drastic changes in front of him in shock - he had overestimated the strength of the Qiraji as much as possible, but the master behind them used this method Tell the world that you are facing a power that mortals simply cannot understand!
"Bovar, go take your people out of Silithus. The next battlefield is not a battlefield that mortals can participate in!"
Lothar urged Bolvar. Now these warriors of Azeroth should not be wasted in the hands of enemies they are completely unable to deal with. The awakened ancient gods cannot be resisted by the number of troops.
"Damn it, these damn monsters dare to slaughter my soldiers?! I will cut them into pieces!"
Bolvar turned a deaf ear to Lothar's words. Looking at the soldiers slaughtered by the tentacles, he angrily drew his sword and rushed into the battlefield, preparing to make the ancient gods pay the price.
At this time, Malfurion put his hand on Bolvar's shoulder, and while holding him down, his original angry mood instantly eased. Bolvar realized belatedly, "I was affected by something. Feeling emotional?"
"He's right, Bolvar. This is no longer a situation we can handle." Malfurion looked solemn. The last time he said similar words so seriously was in Mount Hyjal, facing the unstoppable Ah Jal. At the time of Quemund.
"Then let's..."
"Don't worry, it's right to take your people and leave as soon as possible," Lothar said calmly, just like what he told Turalyon when he was besieged by Orgrim.
"Marshal," Bolvar still hesitated, "but once we leave, who will resist these monsters?"
Lothar did not answer immediately. He just looked at the dancing tentacles of flesh and blood and the gathering bugs and Enraki. After a moment, he replied, "This is the reason for my resurrection, to redeem life with death, and to fight darkness with darkness." .”
This poetic chant floated in the wind, and the next moment, the vast desert began to tremble slightly again, but this time, it was no longer a sign of the resurrection of the ancient god. It seemed that there was a silent voice on the horizon shrouded in darkness. The army is attacking Ahn'Qiraj, and then, silently, but like a whisper in the ears, echoes in the ears of the living and the dead.
"Awaken, dead in the desert, and fight for the Lich King!"
In an instant, countless arms that had turned into bones emerged from the desert. The transparent ghosts gradually condensed and brushed past the retreating coalition soldiers. At this time, many night elves slowed down unconsciously. They were shocked to find that, Many of the dead souls heading in the opposite direction to their retreat were actually faces they had once been familiar with.
Among the huge team of dead souls and bones, a heavily armored knight riding a skeletal horse and holding an elven curved sword attracted the attention of a masked druid. He gradually stopped and seemed to have lost his soul. Looking at the back, he made a decision after a while, quietly left the evacuating troops, and followed the undead army deep into the front line again.
Halfway there, the druid took off the wooden mask that covered his true face, revealing an old and resolute face. Who could he be if he wasn't Fandral Staghelm?
"Vastann, my son...I will not leave you alone this time."
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