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Kel'Thuzad's little move successfully delayed the formation time of Gul'dan's death and withering spell cast over Southsea Town.
When Gul'dan finished his business and returned to the battlefield in Nanhai Town, he found that the progress of the incident was far behind the expected plan.
"Cho'gall, doesn't one of your two heads have something to think about? Go check and find out what's wrong!" Gul'dan couldn't help but roar.
"Dear Master Gul'dan, if I understand correctly, because of some mistakes by you or your men, we wasted precious time for no reason, is that right?" the orc commander asked.
Gul'dan pushed his hand, and five rays of evil energy shot out, trapping the orc commander's limbs and neck. As Gul'dan curled his fingers into fists, the fel spell wreaked havoc on the imprisoned.
"Do you know who you are talking to, kid?" Gul'dan got grumpy when things went wrong.
"I...I am...the commander appointed by the war chief!" The painful orc screamed at the top of his lungs, but the sound was like a mosquito moan.
"Back then, you were the chief's man. How could I forget that you were the chief's man? This is just a small punishment for disrespecting you, young man." Gul'dan has no plans to fall out with Orgrim for the time being, nor has he done anything. The great chief of the tribe, Doomhammer, was ready to rebel, so he rolled up his red eyes and gradually calmed down his anger, and then released the magic restraint on the commander of the orc army.
The burning and stinging lungs were replenished with air, and the Commander coughed violently and gasped.
"I will report it to the chief!"
"that is your freedom."
Gul'dan realized that Cho'gall was still watching the excitement, and couldn't help but howled angrily: "Do you also want to taste Gul'dan's anger?"
Gu'gall shrugged helplessly and left the scene slowly to check the magic circle.
As a powerful two-headed ogre magician, Cho'gall surrendered to the powerful power represented by Gul'dan, but he was not afraid of Gul'dan. And Gul'dan also knew very well that now was not the time to punish Cho'gall, and there was no follow-up action after the threat.
"Gul'dan, although I will definitely report your rude move to Doomhammer afterwards, the army still needs your power now. When can we launch an attack? Time is so precious, and the day is about to end. We have nothing today. Didn't do it!" The orc commander felt much better, and his sense of responsibility and honor forced him to continue to turn to Gul'dan.
"Wait patiently, time is on the side of the tribe now, and it is humans who are anxious, not us." Gul'dan calmed down his emotions, his words were deep and philosophical, as if the irritable warlock just now was not him.
"I hope so." The orc commander took a deep breath and decided to temporarily forget the unpleasantness between the two. The war in Southsea Town had a profound impact on the orc army led by Orgrim. For the sake of the tribe, he was willing to temporarily forget the humiliation Gul'dan had inflicted on him and temporarily forgive him.
At this moment, in Nanhai Town.
"The orcs didn't attack today?" Carlos looked helplessly at the square bricks and Kel'Thuzad beside him.
In the original plan, after repelling an orc attack, the mages would jointly use the group invisibility technique to allow a team of a hundred people to lurk out while taking advantage of the chaos. The attempt to raid the orcs at night seemed to have come to nothing.
The group invisibility technique casts a second-level invisibility technique. It has no chaotic cover and is easily detected by detection. Once the first operation fails and the orcs are on guard, it is almost impossible to use the same tactics a second time.
"What should we do?" Fang Brick asked Carlos.
"Master, are you sure you can fight against Gul'dan?" Carlos turned to ask Kel'Thuzad.
It's hard to say how strong Gul'dan is, but Carlos can be sure that Gul'dan's spells are changeable, mysterious, and extremely capable in single combat. Among the mages in Southsea Town, only Dalaran Deputy Speaker Kel'Thuzad was qualified to challenge Gul'dan.
"Magic is rigorous. I haven't dealt with it before, so I don't know." Kel'Thuzad replied.
"Then how long do you masters think it will take for this thing above our heads to take shape?" Carlos pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath.
"Originally it was estimated to be this afternoon, but I played a little trick and delayed the progress of the tribe. It will probably be completed tonight or tomorrow morning." Kel'Thuzad looked up at the sky, estimated the progress of the spell, and then gave the answer.
Who dares to gamble with his life? Who is willing to leave their destiny to the control of the enemy?
That night, Carlos selected an elite force of about 300 people and decided to give it a try.
When Carlos led his team by boat to bypass the tribal sentry and land on the northern beach of Southsea Town, Kel'Thuzad summoned all the mages in Southsea Town.
"Everyone, let us do something." Kel'Thuzad said.
"Your Excellency, Deputy Speaker, stop being too pretentious." Fang Bian reminded everyone that time was running out.
Kel'Thuzad's smile was gentle and charming. He took out a white scroll from under his robe. The powerful magic fluctuations stimulated all the mages present.
"What is this?" someone couldn't help asking.
"Metri Scrolls," Kel'Thuzad answered.
The Meitri Scroll, the secret that countless mages long for.
According to rumors, powerful and noble wizards in ancient times spent their entire lives instilling and casting the Meteri Scrolls, which recorded one hundred and three thousand kinds of magical knowledge, and were the supreme secret code of the wizarding world. The Maitri scroll itself, which can carry this powerful knowledge, is also a powerful magic item.
"Your Excellency, Deputy Speaker, although I really want to read this supreme secret, I think you are definitely not planning to share this magic knowledge with us when you took out the Maitri Scroll, right?" A mid-level mage asked.
"When Chancellor Antonidas handed me the Meitri Scroll, he once told me not to use the power of the scroll for anything that must be done. I think now is the time." Kel'Thuzad said with high spirits.
"Then what's your plan?" Fang Bian asked warily. As a confidant of Antonidas, it is not that Fang Bian has never heard of the name of the Meitri Scroll, but something that can be sealed and suppressed by Antonidas will definitely not be a simple thing.
"My plan is that we use the Metrie Scroll as the core to jointly cast spells and feed back this thing above our heads." Kel'Thuzad explained, "I have explored the orcs' magic circle, and more than two hundred orc spellcasters are maintaining the magic circle. The formation operates, and a big guy with two heads guides spells and serves as the core. In other words, if our Lord General Carlos succeeds in causing chaos, and we suddenly launch a sudden attack, there is a very high possibility of using force feedback to kill those The unlucky guy who keeps the magic circle functioning."
Fang Bian evaluated it for a while and agreed with Kel'Thuzad's judgment. With treasures such as the Metri Scroll, it was indeed possible to do it.
"Young Master, please wish yourself well. You must persist until we succeed!" Fang Bian sighed secretly in his heart.
As the mage whose strength is second only to Kel'Thuzad among the mages present, Fang Brick devoted all his attention to the plan.
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