Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 240 The departure of the army

When the official documents from the Dragon Academy were delivered to the hands of Diocletian, the Despot of Zul'Farak, he was shocked. As the Despot of the Southwest of the Empire, he naturally had his own intelligence system.

He is also aware of a series of major events that have occurred in the north. Since the assassination of the Queen occurred in the imperial capital a year ago, the entire central government has become a symbol of decline for the governors and lords of various places.

Not to mention the endless taxes introduced by the central government of the empire in recent years, which have made every place feel disgusted.

Among them, the Dragon Academy in the northern border of the empire was the first to resist taxes. Diocletian was still surprised; what did those guys who lived far away from the world and associate with dragons think, they actually resisted taxes.

This kind of behavior is only one step away from declaring independence from the empire's rule, not to mention the dragon-born legion formed by the Dragon Academy. This private army, which is not part of the imperial legion, has swept across the entire northern border of the empire. The cities of Zul'Dak and Shandara and the surrounding areas have all been assigned to the Dragon Academy. What on earth is that guy Rocks thinking?
With these questions, Diocletian opened this official letter from Dragon Academy.

After quickly browsing this official document, Diocletian's face became gloomy, because this was a complete letter of persuasion to surrender.

At least, that's how he understood it.

Locks informed Diocletian at the beginning of the official document that everything that happened in the north was at the hands of the First Emperor, and he only contributed a small amount to the ambition of His Majesty the First Emperor.

Then, he explained Daza's thoughts on the Silithus Wasteland. The goal was very clear, to completely wipe out the remnants of Yaqir insects hiding in the depths of the Gobi and desert, attack all the way to the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj, and destroy the ancient Ahn'Qiraj. God C'Thun completely killed!
Locks also emphasized in this document how much Dasa valued the autocratic princedom of Zul'Farrak, and also persuaded Diocletian from the side, asking him to be loyal to the first emperor of the empire in a timely manner.

"You're kidding! You want me to be loyal to an unknown liar?! Who does he think he is?! I'm afraid that old guy Rocks has been with those big lizards for too long, and he has forgotten what year it is tonight!"

Diocletian angrily slapped the document on the table.

He never believed in the legend that when the empire and the world were in danger, the First Emperor would return like lightning. It was all nonsense!
Diocletian would only believe in the arcane power he mastered, and even he scorned the gods Elune and Loa, who were more worshiped by the people.

One is a phantom whose real body is unknown, and the other group is just some beasts of the wilderness who know a few tricks of magic.

The commotion caused by Diocletian in the office attracted the attention of the secretary outside the office. He hurriedly broke in and asked if the other party had any arrangements.

Diocletian waved his hand and retreated.

This official document from Dragon Academy was not useless to him. At least, he figured out what happened in the North.

At the same time, he also learned how some of the remnants of the Aqir swarm that had been suppressed in his territory became active again.

All of this was caused by the ancient god C'Thun.

After sorting out the useful information in this official document, Diocletian also began to think about his next choice.

Is it just as Locks' letter of persuasion said that he was loyal to the First Emperor who didn't know whether it was true or false?

It is better to continue with his original plan, use those bugs to train troops, continue to hoard strategic resources, look north to the imperial capital, and wait for the time to raise his troops and march north.

"Oh, let's take a look at the liar's situation first. Secretary!"

After much deliberation, Diocletian finally chose a choice that he considered conservative and sent a rigorously worded yet polite reply to the Dragon Academy.

He stated that he would provide all logistical supplies for the friendly forces who came south to help, but he did not mention whether he would be loyal to Dasa. Instead, he reminded the Dragon Academy in his reply that everything must be based on the imperial capital and Isa. The will of the Queen shall prevail.

Don't forget that you are part of the empire too.

After Diocletian replied to the Dragon Academy, he received bad news about a mob commotion in the northern region.

"Mob? Where did the mob come from!"

"Yes, they are the bandits from Feras."

Facing the angry Despot Diocletian, the waiter answered with some trepidation.

"Come from Feralas? Hehe, Torsedrin is a waste, it's true. He only knows how to bury his head in the sea of ​​books, but he doesn't know how to use it. No wonder he can only be a duke. Assemble the troops ! I want to go and meet these rioters myself."

Diocletian was extremely upset at the moment, and he planned to take this opportunity to go out for some exercise, just in time to calm down.

They are just rioters, and they will be wiped out under his spell.

A bunch of mud-legged people dare to resist the rule of the empire without even knowing what magic is. They are really tired of living; he will make these rogues realize the reality.

In the north, on the high tower of Dragon Academy, Daza was looking out from a distance. As for N'Zoth's whispers and visions that never stopped in his mind, he could only pretend not to pay attention.

Since connecting with Neltharion, he has truly felt the disgusting nature of these ancient gods. People who have been in contact with him say that his temper has become grumpy these days.

But there's nothing he can do about it, these are the prices he needs to pay.

"It's been more than a year, and this is your so-called plan? Oh, the ability of mortals to act is so far behind. Your plan has no chance of success."

N'Zoth reviewed the battle plan discussed by everyone, and he was going to use this opportunity to rub this mortal's pride away and make him recognize the reality obediently.

"Shut up, you bastard. Just wash your neck and wait for my sword to cut it off."

Dasa swore back irritably.

At this time, Rox came with the document from Zul'Farrak's territory.

"Your Majesty, this is the reply from the Despot Diocletian."

After Dasa took it, he opened it and read it without any scruples. After reading the official document, he chuckled.

"The bastard is indeed a bastard. Over the past ten thousand years, this kind of bastard has not decreased, but has become more and more numerous. It's ridiculous! Does he think I am discussing with him again?!"

Dasa stood up from the soft chair, and the shining golden armor on his body made a clanging sound.

"So, what are we going to do? His Majesty the First Emperor."

Locks did not look at the official document, but looked at Daza.

"It's time to move around and send troops. Let's go directly to Zul'Farrak City. Since this bastard is so ignorant, let him continue to be stupid."

Daza said, turning around and walking down the spire. He didn't have time to talk too much nonsense with these imperial nobles.

He really doesn't want to fight a civil war, but reality has told him that the empire, which is now terminally ill, can no longer assume the responsibility of defending Azeroth, and the ruled people have absolutely no intention of fighting for such a court.The internal fluctuations are destined to create loopholes for the ancient gods and the Nazrems of the Burning Legion.

By then, no matter how strong the outer walls of the fortress were, the interior was already in chaos.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After Lox saluted Dasa respectfully, he went to convey his order.

In front of Wyrmrest Temple, both the Ancestral Dragon and the Aspect Dragon gathered here. They were about to go through the portal to Uldum in the south.

On the ground are the already assembled Tieweiku army and the earth spirits and mechanical gnomes responsible for logistics.

The mogu far to the south will head directly to Uldum, where the titan-forged armies will meet.

"The portal has been opened! It's time for us to take action."

Malygos, as the caster of this portal, shouted a reminder after the portal was stable.

Along with the roar of dragons all over the sky, the dragons turned into a dark cloud that covered the sky and flew towards the wide azure portal. The Temple of Uldum was clearly visible on the other side of the door.

After receiving Thor's order to go out, the Titan creations marched towards the portal in neat steps. After a full year of preparation, the guardians of Ulduar made all possible preparations for this war.

On the Uldum side, Our Lady of Purity arrived here first, and she will be responsible for logistics and related security tasks here.Looking at the army coming through the portal, his originally serious face became better.

At the junction of Talisis Jungle and Un'Goro Crater, Azshara rode a rare golden devil dragon through the jungle. There was a bat standing on her shoulder, and behind her were a group of riding horses. Velociraptor archers and heavy armored riders riding Direhorns.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

This golden devil dragon is Lazan's support, and he looks up at Azshara.

"What? Of course, I will show the tyrant Diocletian our power and let him make the right choice."

Azshara looked firmly as she looked at the road in the distance that was completely covered by the jungle.

Along the way, she has been gathering the refugees, and she has truly understood from the mouths of these refugees the direct consequences of her previous vague orders.

Feeling guilty from the bottom of her heart, she vowed to protect these poor people.

In Un'Goro Crater, she met Ryzan, Tokali, and Pa'ku and Sirik wandering inside.

These Loa gods that once existed only in legends brought a strong impact to her after they reappeared in the world. In order to awaken these sleeping Loa gods, she also paid a lot of effort and price. .

Of course, after awakening these sleeping Loa, Azshara and the rebels led by her also gained greatly. For example, these powerful mounts are the best front.

After being persuaded by Azshara, Sirik told her the good news. For more than ten thousand years, in the era when the empire still performed sacrifices to the Loa gods.

There are a large number of sophisticated equipment and weapons stored in deserted temples throughout the jungle. Azshara was overjoyed after hearing the news.

Under Sirik's guidance, the rebels unearthed those abandoned temples, and indeed found various equipment and weapons sealed and preserved by magic in the underground warehouses of those temples.

With these equipment, the rebels finally looked like an army.

It was precisely for these reasons that Azshara came up with the idea of ​​trying to negotiate with the autocratic Duke Diocletian. These refugees could no longer be allowed to wander.

They need rest and a stable base.

Although Un'Goro Crater nominally belongs to the Empire, it is the laboratory of the Titans and is not suitable for habitation.As the manager of this laboratory, Naboa also told Azshara that these empire refugees cannot be accommodated here.

These refugees under Azshara brought together all races from the entire empire, including elves, snakemen, vixen, goblins, pandarens and tauren.

Although they are of different races, these refugees all have the same identity - civilians.

Because they could not pay the full amount of taxes, they had no choice but to venture far away from their former hometown and wander around in search of a chance for survival. However, with the emergence of more exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes in various places, these refugees sadly found that they no longer have a foothold in this world. It is so difficult to survive.

The empire obviously has plenty of food that can't be eaten, but the distribution of that food does not belong to them.

In order to survive and not starve to death, they could only risk their lives. Azshara also felt more deeply about the current problems of the empire during her interactions with these refugees.

But even so, she still couldn't make up her mind to start over. She only felt that as long as she regained everything she had lost, she would have a chance to save this crumbling country.

"Eileen, according to the reports from the scouts ahead, the Despot's troops have been discovered, and they are not many in number."

Martha ran over from the front riding a raptor.

"Really? Inform Luoluo that they will continue to remain hidden. The troops will spread out at the border of the jungle in a while. Remember that we must spread out enough and not get together. The spells mastered by those nobles are not just for setting off fireworks."

Azshara is well aware of the combat effectiveness and discipline of the rebel army she leads.

The discipline of these refugees cannot be compared with the regular troops of the empire. They have survived until now with the belief that they want to survive.

If they encounter a slight setback, they are likely to be defeated. Instead of gathering together and being bombed and broken by the mages of the local army, it is better to disperse completely, fully believe in their belief in survival, and let them perform freely in this jungle. .

Now with the help of the two Roa family members, Sirik and Gani, there is still no problem in transmitting the message.

On a meadow outside the jungle, Azshara rode a golden devil dragon and led a group of raptor riders to see Diocletian's extremely authoritarian army riding a rainforest horse.

Diocletian was stunned by Azshara's appearance. He had never thought that these rogue bandits would have such equipment. This was beyond his definition of rogue bandits.

"Despot Zul'Farrak, Your Excellency Diocletian. I am here to negotiate with you."

Azshara was riding on the back of the golden Devilsaur looking down at Diocletian who was riding a war horse.

　PS: Sorry, I posted late today.Because I was on a business trip yesterday and was busy outside in the evening. I have just entered the house. Please forgive me.Ah, I'm so exhausted.

　　
　
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