Outland world, the creatures here also live a very lively life.
In the Storm Peaks area, friends from all over the world gathered together, and there was endless laughter and laughter.
"Go away! You glowing crystal boards, Ecosystem Ship, belong to me. If you dare to come and ask for them again, I will kill your pathetic Shattrath City!"
The sun-blocking body of Deathwing roared across the sky, chasing the retreating Shattrath army and spraying dragon breath.
Naaru Khil're tried his best to build a huge Holy Light barrier, blocking Deathwing's Dragon King-level dragon breath with hot magma.
Since Deathwing moved to the Storm Peaks, he is no different from a bandit who dominates the mountain.
First, Ecosystem Ship was transformed beyond recognition. It was a spaceship that studied plants and various natural technologies. Now it has completely turned into a terrifying living laboratory with a dark style and full of all kinds of dark and evil experimental equipment.
Then Lord Wing vigorously developed Destroyer Dragon-Worshippers. The members of this cult are from all races. It is simply a world federation of nations.
The followers of Dragon-Worshippers crazily believe that Deathwing is the supreme one, and only Deathwing is the savior who will lead the world to a bright future.
With Ecosystem Ship as the center, they kept expanding and infiltrating into the surrounding areas, building town fortresses with black dragon statues, and capturing all kinds of Outland creatures for Deathwing all day long, and sending them to Ecosystem Ship for Deathwing testing and research.
It can be said that as soon as the order was given, heroes from all over the world rushed to surrender.
The first one was a powerful dwarf. He came to Ecosystem Ship and met Deathwing.
"Ah ha ha ha ha! I am Milhouse*Mana Storm, cooperate with me, and this world will be destroyed in the wrath of our Invincible!"
Then he was severely beaten and tortured by Lord Wing, and he became honest.
Then Milhouse joined Dragon-Worshippers and became a high-level member, jointly contributing to Lord Wing's dark experiment.
Because World of Azeroth is not here, and Titan Divine Venerable is too lazy to take care of himself, Deathwing becomes more and more unscrupulous.
He ran to blackmail the Astral Consortium again and extorted a batch of high-tech experimental equipment and technology to improve his laboratory.
Ethereals hates this black dragon so much that he gnashes his teeth, but this black dragon is really good at fighting, roaring with fierce strength, and all his counterattacks are unable to do anything to him. Instead, these counterattacks are used as an excuse to further blackmail him.
So Ethereals became angry, so Ethereals began to scatter gold and silver, calling on people with lofty ideals from all over the world to come and slay the dragon and receive his huge bounty of up to 10 million gold coins.
A month has passed, and none of the adventurers have come, and not a single hair has been seen.
What kind of bullshit international joke are you kidding us to have a hard anus Deathwing? The adventurers' minds are still wet.
Not to mention 10 million gold coins, even if you give us the position of Node Prince, we will not give you a penny.
We all come from the same world, so we know everything about Deathwing's glorious deeds, so those Naarus are the only ones who don't believe in evil and want to provoke that crazy dragon.
Okay now, what's going to happen?
The horse rider was chased by Deathwing and chopped down for more than a dozen streets, and he retreated Terokkar Forest in embarrassment.
If the boss Adal comes on stage in person, we can still fight. What kind of big-tailed wolf can a young man working under you pretend to be?
Naaru Khil're? Sorry, who are you?
So the test of Deathwing, a new entrant, ended. Lord Wing relied on its strong strength and breakthrough craziness to become a major prince in the world of Outland. It divided the territory and started its own great cause... Ahem.
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In the Blade's Edge Mountains area, New Horde is also a little worried.
Originally, in Nagrand, Garrosh brought his own soldiers and engaged in trouble with the Alliance every day, which already gave Horde an extremely headache. Stormwind Kingdom has protested to Orgrimmar many times, condemning Garrosh for seriously affecting the harmonious relationship between the two parties. Illidan*Stormrage even directly said that if Garrosh dared to harass the Shadowmoon Valley area again, he would lead the Illidari troops to directly surround and kill him.
So Thrall Great Chief finally spoke. He transferred Garrosh back to World of Azeroth, letting this Son of Hellscream come to Orgrimmar to calm down and study.
Grandmother Gaia'an still couldn't get rid of the stalking Durotan, and agreed to follow Garrosh to World of Azeroth to enjoy life in peace.
For this most beloved grandmother, Garrosh is extremely obedient, even more effective than his father's words.
Having just settled the situation in the Nagrand grassland, Horde can finally take care of the Blade's Edge Mountains's chores.
Well, it's a pretty big chore.
Those Magnarons of the Night Empire, led by Magnaron Gruul, occupied the Gruul lair in the Outland world and prepared to use it as a stronghold to stay there.
This makes the Ogress who have recently joined Horde feel pained. They have a natural fear and surrender to the giant Gronn, not to mention that they have now become Magnaron who have not degraded.
So Horde sent a delegation to contact Night Empire, and they wanted to negotiate for the departure of Magnaron.
Everyone talked about it like this, oh, I discovered the reason.
It's still the problem with High Elves, a group of troublemakers.
After Horde occupied the entire territory of the Blade's Edge Mountains, it began to extend its tentacles to the Storm Peaks. In addition, with the addition of Ethereum, the former Ethereal node, they still know the Storm Peaks very well.
For Manaforge, Horde also wants to get one for the development of technology and daily energy use.
This made the High Elvess furious. Countess Liadrin led Blood Knight Order and immediately went to the area at the junction of the western part of the Storm Peaks and Blade's Edge Mountains to stop the Horde army. The two also had some small-scale conflicts, but fortunately they were relatively restrained and did not let the situation continue to expand.
In the end, Horde succeeded in occupying a small Manaforge in the west of the Storm Peaks, and firmly held on to its victory.
When the Blood Elves people saw that they couldn't defeat them, they became angry, so they also resorted to another strategy: sue their parents.
Night Empire received a complaint from Blood Elves, who also looked pained.
High Elves's stinking habit of having too much dignity has resurfaced. It's just the smallest Manaforge, and it won't affect High Elves's interests in the Storm Peaks area at all.
The High Elvess, who just feel that they have lost face, refuse to let go, even if they want Horde to apologize to us and then return the furnace to us.
In desperation, Night Empire had to order Gruul to take his Magnarons to nail Blade's Edge Mountains to negotiate with Horde.
Of course, Night Empire didn't do everything right. During the negotiation between the two parties, the empire contacted Horde privately.
To put it simply: everyone knows what's wrong with High Elves, but you still insist on slapping him in the face. Isn't this just looking for trouble!
So listen to me, if you demolish that Manaforge and then leave the Storm Peaks area, we will also let Magnaron of Gruul evacuate Blade's Edge Mountains.
So Thrall Great Chief, who couldn't laugh or cry, quickly ordered his Ethereals to dismantle the Manaforge, packed it up and took it back to the Blade's Edge Mountains.
Great Chief found that he still underestimated the inexplicable dignity of High Elves. It's not okay for you to leave. You have to apologize to us anyway!
A few days later, the annoyed Horde issued a statement: We deeply apologize to Quel'Thalas for the conflict with the Storm Peaks in the past few days.
That's all.
The Storm Peaks area, in a newly built High Elves fortress town.
Countess Liadrin's exquisite facial features are almost as high as the sky, and a glass of wine is elegantly swaying in his hand.
"Humph, in this case, we Quel'Thalas will reluctantly accept your apology. Remember, there will be no next time." After saying that, Countess waved his white hand, indicating that Horde's envoy could leave.
Orcs The messengers immediately rolled their eyes when they heard this and strode out of the town with these long ears.
"These long-eared ladies really hugged Night Empire's thigh tightly and wouldn't let go. What kind of bullshit apology is that?"
The Orcs messenger made rude gestures towards the town of High Elves as he walked.
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