Destroyer Dov lives in the Gronn Highlands of the Gorgrond region. He is a colossal Gronn, known for his mountain-like size, and his presence is said to shake the earth, as if the very earth trembles at his sight.
This enormous Gronn, known as the Destroyer by the Blackrock Clan, has for centuries become his meal for any challenger who dared to covet the treasure of the Destroyer Dov.
It was a beautiful, clear day. Dover was dozing in his nest when a wizard flew overhead, followed by a small box that slowly fell down with a parachute attached.
The small box landed right in front of Dover. Dover shook his huge head, feeling very strange. It was always adventurers who came to cause trouble for Dover because they were greedy for treasure. Why would someone willingly give him a gift?
Dover opened the box and found three sets of shiny armor worn by the little figures, which he immediately fell in love with.
Karazhan, shrouded in shadow, where sunlight never shines.
Eitrigg looked toward Med'an on the balcony of Karazhan and bowed respectfully to him.
Med'an floated down from the balcony, as light as a piece of paper.
Are all the people I asked for ready?
Eitrigg was once Thrall's Strategist and later Thrall advisor. Now that Thrall's position is precarious, he has no choice but to seek a new patron.
Pointing to the fifty well-equipped adventurers behind him, Eitrigg said solemnly:
"Don't worry, they were selected from thousands of adventurers and have undergone professional training. They are all top-notch individuals. What are your orders, Savior?"
Upon hearing the words "Savior," Med'an felt a sense of elation and intoxication.
"Someone ate Gronn's heart and dared to trade fairly with Dalaran! I'll teach him a lesson: those who offend Dalaran only face death." Med'an revealed a smug look. "Old Troll Griftah needs fifteen sets of Epic gear. He can't possibly need it all for himself; some scoundrels must be backing him up. Now let's find those scoundrels."
Of the fifteen Epic sets, three are specially customized and feature reverse-targeting magic.
To ensure the magic remained concealed, Med'an didn't know the exact location, but he could use hidden coordinates for group teleportation.
Magic Circle in Karazhan, Med'an calculated that the time was almost up and began casting the spell.
According to Med'an's estimation, the fifteen sets of Epic gear are likely hidden in some secret treasure vault. He plans to lead fifty adventurers to launch a surprise attack, catching the enemy completely off guard.
At the very least, we can get back all fifteen pieces of equipment. A fair trade with Karazhan is out of the question.
Med'an vowed that anyone who dared to defy Karazhan would pay the price.
Suddenly!
The group teleportation was complete. As everyone's eyes adjusted to the blinding sunlight, they discovered a massive, mountain-like figure standing before them. The Destroyer Dov glared at the adventurers who had suddenly intruded and let out a deafening roar.
The earth trembled, Eitrigg was terrified. He quickly asked, "Did anyone bring a shield?"
This is an Elite team with amazing combat power, but unfortunately, they lack both tanks and healers.
"We've fallen for their trap."
Med'an felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The Destroyer Dov charged at him, and the others were powerless to fight back. In the end, only Med'an managed to escape with Eitrigg.
On Saurfang the Great's birthday, something happened that made Med'an cough up blood again. Med'an respectfully offered Shadowmourne to Saurfang the Great, who happily accepted it. Just as High Saurfang the Great was praising Med'an for his youth and talent, the light on Shadowmourne suddenly disappeared.
Saurfang the Great was furious at the Shadowmourne, and his birthday banquet ended in discord.
When Khadgar heard about this, he looked up at the sky of Draenor, his heart heavy, unable to find peace for a long time.
Armed with twelve Epic sets, Robbie happily returned to the fortress.
After being destroyed by Medivh, the Alliance fortress in the Lunarfall has been rebuilt and is now taking shape.
The next step is to trade Naaru Shard with Tirion Fordring, but of course, we'll have to wait a while until things calm down before contacting the Argent Crusade.
In Shadowmoon Valley, the conflict between the Draenei and the Shadowmoon Clan is escalating.
Vanessa brought Robbie to Twilight Grove for a secret mission, just the two of them.
"The situation is very bad," Vanessa said worriedly. "Yrel led the rangers to infiltrate Shaz'gul, planning to rescue the captured Draenei, but their fate is now unknown."
Shaz'gul is an important stronghold of the Shadowmoon Clan, and many Draenei prisoners may be imprisoned there. Robbie felt a chill in his heart upon hearing this. That little brat Yrel is too much of a worry; young people just can't keep their composure.
Having personally experienced the Timeline of Arthas's rise, Robbie felt he had matured a lot psychologically.
"How is Shaz'gul's defense?" Robbie asked.
Vanessa said seriously, "The defenses are lax and unprofessional, but they're easy to defend and difficult to attack. Once discovered, escape will be extremely difficult." She then sighed, clearly not optimistic about Yrel's chances of survival.
Robbie wasn't worried at all. Yrel was the chosen one, a perfect protagonist template, and would surely turn misfortune into good fortune.
After thinking for a moment, Robbie shook his head and said, "Although we've cooperated with Yrel before, familiarity is one thing, but there's no benefit to it. Why should we risk saving her? I think we should discuss this with Velen and let the Prophet Velen make the decision."
Vanessa said seriously, "No, we must infiltrate Shaz'gul. Intelligence indicates that Ner'zhul's plans have encountered difficulties. The Peace Dove has found the Earthen Ring, and the Earthen Ring has sent a six-man team led by the Orcs Shaman Lemuel. We must find out how far their cooperation has progressed, and it would be best if we could thwart Ner'zhul's plot."
The Earthen Ring? Isn't that Thrall's organization? Robbie felt things were getting more and more complicated.
"Who is Lemuel? Is he famous?" Robbie asked.
"He's considered Thrall's protégé," Vanessa replied.
Seeing Vanessa's insistence, Robbie shrugged and said modestly:
"Since that's the case, I'll risk my life to accompany... the beauty. At worst, we'll escape together Invincible Hearthstone. Hopefully, the Shadowmoon Clan doesn't have Priests or Warriors who can use Shatter Armor."
With Robbie's current strength, it's impossible for him to wipe out Shaz'gul by himself, but it shouldn't be too difficult for him to break through.
The Draenei technician Saileni in Twilight Grove provided two sets of Orcs disguises, which were so lifelike that no flaws could be detected from the outside; they were practically indistinguishable from the real thing.
Saileni boasted to Robbie about how much effort he had put into creating the disguise.
Robbie frowned and asked, "Did Yrel and the others sneak in wearing this disguise too?"
Saileni, pale-faced, nodded. "Although it's a disguise, the Shadowmoon Clan keeps many wolves, and they also have quite a few Warlocks. They've placed Vigilant Eyes to patrol the camp; you need to avoid both of them."
Robbie nodded expressionlessly. Saileni then handed Robbie some more bombs and explained in detail where to place them. She said that detonating them would definitely cause chaos, and then they could take advantage of the chaos to rescue the captured Draenei.
The plan seemed good at first glance, but it was full of flaws, so Robbie decided to do it his own way.
Upon reaching the vicinity of Shaz'gul, Vanessa tossed the disguise aside, saying with some disgust, "I don't like dressing up as a female Orcs. You alone have enough disguise. I'm a Stealth who's always invisible; I don't need any disguise."
Robbie closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then asked, "I'm wondering how Yrel and her rangers were discovered."
"Are you worried about that?" Vanessa asked with a smile.
"Don't worry, I've already investigated. Ner'zhul's army is terrible; they don't have passwords or anything like that. The Shadowmoon Clan Orcs come from all over, and there are many unfamiliar faces. It'll be easy to infiltrate."
"That's the problem. I suspect there's something wrong with this disguise."
Robbie gazed in the direction of Shaz'gul, his eyes deep and thoughtful.