Menethil's Power

Chapter 651 Advance
two hours later.

Vaschi secretly looked at the man in front of him. He was neither tall nor strong. He looked like an ordinary mortal without any power.

But obviously such an existence is the most terrifying, Vaschi dare not doubt his power, even her queen chooses to surrender, she dare not show the slightest disrespect.

"We have dealt with the guardians of this land." Azshara reported in a low voice, the former Queen of the Night has long been accustomed to being driven by people, "but there must be fish that slip through the net, and the kaldorei will soon will react.”

"You don't have to worry about this, they won't get the news, and they won't respond in any way," Isaacs said.

N'Zoth was killed by him, and all the corruption achievements of this ancient god in this world have been taken over by him. Because of the existence of "Amon", there was no problem in the process of taking over.

The fall of Archdruid Fandral Staghelm was a major achievement. It is hard to imagine that such a high-ranking person would be trapped by family affection. He could easily make him obey by using his son as bait, even if This son is essentially just a puppet manipulated by the Void.

Every living being, no matter whether it is made of flesh or steel or rock, has weaknesses, and the Void is very good at finding these weaknesses.

This is very interesting. One of the leaders in power among the enemies has defected, which basically means that the war has ended before it even started. Isaacs can completely manipulate the night elves.

Compared to saving and preventing evil, the predictive advantage brought by transcending time and space seems to be more suitable for destruction. Thinking of this, Isaacs smiled playfully.

Vaschi, who had been secretly looking at him, couldn't help shivering.

It wasn't a deliberate move to ask Villitan to surrender at the beginning. Isaacs just thought this satyr was very interesting. After all, there are not many creatures in Azeroth who can actively study the Emerald Dream.Now there is a feeling of carelessness.

The minions arranged by N'Zoth to corrupt and corrupt Nightmare are Xavius, Queen Azshara's trusted minister ten thousand years ago. His soul was imprisoned in an oak tree by Malfurion at first, but with the large part of the Dark Night Empire sinking to the bottom of the sea , he also fell into the control of N'Zoth, reborn with strong malice and hatred towards Kaldorei.

Through the channels left behind by N'Zoth, Isaacs also got in touch with him before. This cunning guy naturally tried his best to express his loyalty to the new master, but Isaacs considered that he was not very familiar with dreams after all, so he arranged for Xavis An assistant of equal status is still very suitable. It can not only ensure the efficient execution of orders, but also allow them to check and balance each other. This is the value of Villitan.

With Fandral Staghelmet as internal support, the other high-level Kaldorei will never be aware of what happened in the Azshara region. Unlucky.

Until the moment Mount Hyjal was invaded.

Of course, there is no need to explain these to Azshara and Vashj, they only need to obey the orders, which is their duty as servants of the void.

"My lord, we have constructed the prototype of the summoning circle, and it only takes a few hours to summon the undead from Northrend." The tall lich appeared and reported in a hollow voice.

Vaschi frowned slightly. She didn't have a good impression of this lich named Kel'Thuzad, or she disliked all undead creatures. At the same time, she could feel the strength of the other party, so she didn't show her dislike. come out.

After all, both parties are loyal to the same master, and they must cooperate after all.

Isaacs nodded slightly, "After the summoning circle is completed, focus on summoning low-level undead." He ordered Kel'Thuzad.

The efficiency of shipping is limited after all, and the Scourge has a more convenient and quicker way to project troops.

"I obey." Ice flames spewed from the Lich's skull, "Do you need to fortify a certain floating fortress?"

Naxxramas and Violet Castle, the former was built by the Niburu people, and the latter was originally the core city of Dalaran, but now they are the highest-level military facilities controlled by the Scourge.

"No." Isaacs succinctly expressed his denial, still without explanation.

Compared with meaningless emotions and ties of unclear meaning, the superior-subordinate relationship consisting solely of power and interests is more concise and efficient.

Isaacs suddenly felt something, looked up at the sky, a special spiritual idea hovered in the air with the help of the wind element, the breath was very weak, but it could not escape Isaacs' perception.

"Peeping is not a polite behavior." He said lightly.

The cold force of the void precisely grasped that spiritual idea. With its strong corrosiveness and contagiousness, it only took one breath to completely annihilate that spiritual idea and affect its soul itself.

The other party's reaction was very straightforward, even if it was to pay the price of soul damage, it would directly cut off the connection with this spiritual idea, so as to avoid being further affected, a chaotic whirlwind appeared in the midair, and then dissipated.

The response was quick, but I already know who you are.Isaacs' eyes fell on the southeast direction.

This is Azshara, not far from Orgrimmar, the main city of orcs.

Although the target is the World Tree on Mount Hyjal, Isaacs is sure that there must be one or two annoying crows running around, trying to persuade the leaders of various forces to unite.

Eliminating unstable factors in advance is obviously a good choice. Instead of waiting until the Horde army appears on Mount Hyjal to join forces with the night elves to defend against the enemy, why not solve them in advance?
"Azshara." Isaacs immediately ordered to Queen Naga: "Let your clansmen gather, and the next target is the orc city in the southeast."

Azshara's heart trembled, and she agreed.

"And you, Kel'Thuzad. Lead your subordinates to go together." Isaacs said again: "The matter of the magic circle can be delayed, after all, it is faster to directly transform a fresh corpse into an undead, isn't it? ?”

The Lich giggled strangely.

……

Orgrimmar, Hall of the Warchief.

The young tribal chief was sweating profusely and his face was pale.

Mount Hyjal couldn't detect Azshara's movements, but the Horde couldn't have been unaware, after all, the distance was so close.After sending out several waves of scouts in a row, but no one came back alive to bring back the news, Thrall decided to take action himself.

The shaman has the unique ability of vision, which can observe distant scenes through the connection with the wind element. Thrall did get the information he wanted, but the price was that his soul was injured, but it was worth it.

He can be sure that it is that man. More than ten years ago, he was the shadow that hung over the heart of the young Thrall. A few years ago, he was the nightmare of the entire tribe, and now it is the turn of the entire Azeroth.

Thrall recalled the young mage who came to warn him not long ago. He reminded Thrall of the prophet who persuaded him to lead his people to Kalimdor. It is a prophecy that is not beautiful but has been confirmed by time.

Isaacs fell, and at once became the most powerful evil, and Azshara's shorelines have gathered a large number of his minions...

"Relax, Warchief." Vol'jin's peaceful voice came, and the Darkspear patriarch handed over a cup of freshly prepared viscous potion, "These powerful sobriety potions can repair the soul and replenish mental strength, and should make me feel better .”

Thrall took the potion and drank it down. As Wojin said, the symptoms of headache and dizziness were quickly relieved, and he was able to clear his mind.

"What did you see?" Vol'jin asked, his eyes burning.

Thrall reluctantly opened his mouth, "We're in trouble." He said in a deep voice, "I can only hope that he didn't come here for the Horde..."

"Great Chief!"

Thrall's words were interrupted, and an old orc with white beard and hair hurried in. He was strong, calm and experienced. He was the chief's advisor, veteran Eitrigg.

"A large number of unknown monsters suddenly appeared in the direction of Azshara, and they are coming in the direction of Orgrimmar." Eitrigg said in a deep voice.

"I see." Thrall sighed, he stood up, and regained his majesty as the great chief, "Blow the horn, let the city guards prepare for battle, let Brother Saurfang lead Kor'Kron to the The northern city gate, I'll be there later."

"I'll deliver the order immediately." Eitrigg said in a deep voice, the old orc came and went in a hurry.

Thrall looked at Vol'jin again, "We need Thunder Bluff's help. We must send someone to inform Kane Bloodhoof as soon as possible. In addition, we need to send a messenger to Desolace to find Rexxar. We also need his power."

"Has it gotten to such a bad state?" Vol'jin frowned.

"I'm afraid so, old friend." Thrall smiled helplessly, and although his steps were still a little staggering, he still picked up the heavy Doomhammer and walked towards the door, "This is probably what we have seen since the establishment of Orgrimmar. the biggest crisis ever faced.”

He stopped suddenly, his eyes determined, "But Orgrimmar is no longer the original Orgrimmar, anyone who dares to invade this city must pay the price."

……

In the closed underground space, the hot air filled the air. Grom Hellscream, the former chief of the Warsong clan, held Gorehowl high in a frozen-frame posture, feeling the power in his body.

As the first orc to drink the blood of the devil, he seems to have acquired some kind of talent because of this, and he can obtain amazing power from that evil blood. This power has always been hidden in his body. This is also the reason why he seriously injured the demigod Cenarius with a single blow with a mortal body a few years ago.

And what he's doing now is trying to control that power.

A few years ago, he made a big mistake and became a puppet of Red Blackhand. He only recovered his sanity after the full rescue of Thrall and Drek'Thar. This was indeed a humiliating experience, even Grom himself thought it was impossible. Forgive, but Thrall still gave him a chance of redemption, allowing him to participate in the battle against magic in the Broken Isles.

Although the Horde did not participate in the frontal battlefield, they also killed many demons in Highmountain. Grom lived up to Thrall's expectations. The high-level demons who died in his hands could cover the top of Highmountain, which made him regain With the approval of their brethren, the Warsong clan desperately hoped that their patriarch would return.

Grom, however, refused. "The curse I bear will turn into power, but I must completely control him, otherwise the disaster will happen again."

He was back in his cell in Ragefire Chasm beneath Orgrimmar, but no longer in chains, which made the last trace of doubt among the orcs disappear.

While not yet a hero, Grom Hellscream is a well-deserved fighter, and no one disagrees with that statement.

Having found that feeling of power, Grom suddenly slashed out with an axe, and the hollow on the Gorehowl made a whining sound, and stopped abruptly in mid-air, but the piece of magma not far away burst suddenly, flooding There are waves.

This is just the effect caused by Qi Jin, it is hard to imagine how much damage the enemy will suffer after being hit by Gore Howl.

This kind of powerful power has been barely controlled by Grom. It is hard to say whether it is the gain of the blood of the devil or from Grom's own power, and it has great limitations. It can only be used for offense and cannot be used for attack. defense.

Grom didn't care much about this, after all, fighters have to go forward indomitably.

Although in this closed space, Grom is still very sensitive to the passage of time, he feels something is wrong, according to the usual practice, someone should have brought him food half a day ago.

The training of warriors requires a high amount of physical energy, so they need to eat a lot of food. Orgrimmar's food supply has not been a problem. It is unreasonable to say that there will be a shortage of the supply of a former chief.

Unless something happens.

Pushing open the heavy metal door and entering the area of ​​the shadow gap connected to Raging Flame Chasm, Grom was a little surprised to find that there were only a few guards left, and even the warlocks who used this place as their stronghold were gone.

"What happened?" Grom exhaled and asked a guard.

"Orgrimmar is under attack, Lord Hellscream." The guard immediately told what he knew, "We don't know who the enemy is, but the situation is very urgent, and the war chief has ordered someone to sound the war horn. "

Invasion?Now?Orgrimmar?A trace of anger suddenly rose in Grom's heart.

Are those night elves?

(End of this chapter)