65. Although Only a Foundation Has Been Built, If It Barely Works, Don't Ask for a Bicycle

Sunwing streaked through the sky like a fireball, causing the demons in Tanaan Jungle who were struggling with "Trees that Talk, Assassinate, and Ambush" to raise their heads.

Before the ferocious creatures could capture the glorious embodiment, they were swept up and engulfed by the explosive Solar Storm. The lower demons didn't even have time to draw their swords before they were forced to face the brilliance of Sunflare.

The burnout of pain is instantaneous.

When the tall half-giant dragged the holy blade away, only flying scorching ashes remained in Fel Forging Camp. A moment later, the elite K'ure Alliance trampled over rushed through this dead demonic land like a whirlwind, following the bright light above their heads and entering deeper into Tanaan Jungle.

At first, these Warriors were very excited when they were gathered to follow Saint on the assault mission.

They cheered for being able to fight with Draenor's legendary characters, especially those Draenei who grew up listening to Vigilant's stories, but only when they actually entered this jungle full of demons did they realize what Vigilant meant by "assault advance".

Oh, in co-writing, you are responsible for the "attack" and we are responsible for the "advance", right?

Since entering Land of Demons Tanaan at noon, it has just reached dusk, and they have already completed a third of the way and encountered fourteen Fel Forging Camps. Nine of them were pushed flatly by Vigilant and Lightforged Veteran in a wave of Holy Light Waaaagh. Elites from all races can count themselves lucky if they can grab a head from these guys.

But complaints are complaints. Warrior who were selected into this team and took on the important task of preventing Green Skins from escaping can all understand that the reason why Diakum the Saint wants to fight with such full firepower is to conserve their physical strength as much as possible to face the decisive battle with Felblood Orcs.

According to the Arakkoas' investigation, the number of Green Skinss gathered in the fortress deep in the jungle has exceeded 400,000. This is not considered hard work. After Orgrim became Green Skins Great Chieftain, his first order was to ask War Horde to give up all occupied territory and shrink towards the fortress for defense.

There has become a real "Green Skin City".

If K'ure Alliance really destroyed the "World Gate" they used to escape, it means that Green Skins will have the largest decisive battle in the history of Draenor with the Warriors in the jungle. Faced with such a situation, the Warriors really shouldn't waste their energy on these low-level demons.

Vigilant and Lightforged Veteran's "demon-slaying special attack" against demons is enough to ensure that they maintain their best condition.

"If they knew that Saint is still in a "weak" state now, they would definitely be shocked."

Yrel, who set out to follow Diakum in a quick assault, touched Radiant Holy Sigil on his arm and said to Maraad on the other side:

"Didn't you see the night when Shattrath City fought, when he transformed into Giant of Light and dueled with Kazzak? I feel that Saint in that form could defeat all the demons in this jungle plus Orcs."

"You are wrong, Yrel."

After Maraad was Lightforging, it was rare that he didn't become too fanatical. Instead, he became calmer and more like his father.

Facing Yrel's sigh, the legendary Garrison Commander shook his head and said:

"When Vigilant woke up in Draenor, he actually had the ability to lead Hand of Argus's ten thousand-year veterans to conduct a beheading operation on Great Chieftain Blackhand who had not yet drank the demon blood.

This is what he said personally when he caught Ner'zhul.

I believe that Commander Diakum would not joke about this kind of thing.

But why did he sacrifice the near for the distant? Why not get rid of War Horde in a more straightforward way?

Why does he have to work so hard throughout Draenor? As a messenger, he unites all races in the world. You and I have both experienced this process. You and I both know how K'ure Alliance was established.

You and I have experienced the whole process of how races with different grievances and grievances in the Draenor world are united together.

I believe that the current Vigilant can clean up the entire Tanaan Jungle with one person and one knife, so the existence of the K'ure Alliance is meaningless?"

"How is this possible?"

Yrel snorted and said:

"Even though Vigilant beheaded Great Chieftain Blackhand when he woke up and dispersed Horde, Draenei and The dispute between Orcs will not disappear, there will be a second and third Great Chieftain Blackhand and Gul'dan who will continue to bewitch Orcs to become our enemy.

If this continues, unless Orcs or we are exterminated, the war will never stop.

But even if we Annihilation all Orcs, can Draenei live safely in Draenor?

Ogres, Arakkoa and Spriggans all have their own racial desires. After we have killed all Orcs, we will kill them all again until only Draenei is left in this world, so that our people can live here for a long time without being threatened.

But without them, there is still Burning Legion!

No matter how powerful Vigilant is, it cannot destroy Twisting Nether. I know what you want to say. What Maraad and Vigilant are fighting against is never Felblood Orcs or Burning Legion. Those are just appearances.

What he wants to fight is fate!

K'ure Alliance exists for this purpose.

Individual bravery can bring victory in a war, but group unity can protect more important things in the long term.

He is Saint who survived the Argus era, and he understands this truth better than anyone else."

"This world survived because of him! In the future, other worlds will survive because of this world. K'ure Alliance has already formed an army, and Vigilant will take us to other worlds in need of help."

Maraad saw another Fel Forging Camp appear in front of him, so he put the Crystalcasting battle helmet on his head and whispered:

"Commander Diakum failed to save Argus. He pinned his sorrow and loss on Draenor. He saved Draenor and prevented Purgatory from self-annihilation in this world.

We must learn from him and not fall into the destructive temptation of power but make good use of it to achieve greater things.

I have a feeling that Saint won't stay in Draenor for too long.

Holy Light is calling him to go to a place where he is needed more, so he is so violent today, and he has to finish what he must do before leaving."

"Huh? Do you feel this way too?"

While piloting the spirit dragon to learn Vigilant's charge tactics, and turning into a shining meteor to hit Fel Forging Camp on the ground, Yrel exclaimed:

"I thought I was the only one who had this feeling in my mind. Is this the bond between Lightforged?"

Maraad did not answer this silly and silly question, bond? No, the complicated relationship between them and Commander Diakum has gone beyond the realm of what this word can describe.

Under the attack of Divine Adjudicator's light cannon that bloomed when he landed, Lightforged wielded Naru's Hammer and rushed out of the dazzling holy flames, and behind him, "Holy Light meteors" crashed into the camp.

The demons roared to meet the enemy, but they themselves knew that they were facing a tragic fate.

But think on the bright side, at least the Lightforgeds in front of you won't crush them to ashes like "Light Butcher".

Diakum didn't do it himself this time.

He left the Lightforged Veterans to deal with this Fel Forging Camp, and drove Sunwing to fly to the jungle further ahead. K'ure Alliance needed to be established nearby. A temporary stronghold to facilitate Ogre Shaman and Shaman to transfer more Warrior here and prepare to form a position to besiege Green Skins.

But soon he noticed a familiar scent in the forest below, so Sunwing flew him down.

In a cave, Diakum saw the wandering Sword Saint Lantresor that he had not seen for a long time. This guy was resting here with the worn-out Fireblade Banner on his back. There were piles of demon heads around him, and a bloody sword was inserted beside him.

"Fireblade Blademasters people have withdrawn. This jungle is too dangerous to activate. Why are you still hunting here?"

He frowned and asked:

"It looks like you just went through a chase?"

"You came just in time, I have news to tell you!"

The injured Lantresor stood up and said in a serious tone:

"Orgrim and Green Skins Chieftain have just defeated Greater Demon of Seat of Glory! They made Gul'dan enslave the Eredar Demon Lord who is very similar to you in an evil way, and took her to a strange place.

The place is guarded by Nazgrel of the Black Scar Clan, and the magic dragon of the Dragonmaw Clan is also patrolling and guarding the area.

I didn't risk getting close, but I guess they must be planning to do something dangerous with that Greater Demon, maybe to create a more ferocious Felblood Orcs.

I have personally seen Laughing Skull Clan and Bonechewer Clan and Green Skins drink demon blood for the second time in order to gain more power. They turned into red monsters with bone spurs on their bodies, which was very difficult to deal with.

But how can I put it, my swordsmanship is stronger."

"They enslaved Greater Demon?"

Diakum's eyes narrowed. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head and said:

"They plan to use Greater Demon as "Energy Battery" to force open the door Dark Portal! Have you been to that area? How is the construction of that door?"

"It's just a base! I can see tens of thousands of Horde hard workers speeding up to build it. They have just erected the two door pillars, but the work is very rough."

Lantresor stretched out his hand and gestured, he said:

"That thing is big and can be seen from a long distance, but the Warlocks have applied magic to make it difficult to detect. So what does "Dark Portal" do?"

"Open the door to another world."

Vigilant replied:

"Green Skins is escaping faster than we thought. With Greater Demon as the energy source, they don't need to use a lot of sacrifices to trigger the gathering of Fel. This Orgrim is really a "talent".

But to open a door across the star sea, the energy of one Greater Demon is simply not enough, and draining it is not enough to allow the entire Green Skins Horde to escape. They still need some time to perfect it.

Anzu, you"

He called Anzu to let him deliver the message, but then he thought that Old Anzu had been seriously injured trying to save him from Kazzak's self-destruction, and Spires of Arak was still recuperating.

Alas, I owe another favor to the infatuated Crow Crow.

"I need you to go Shadowmoon Valley."

He turned back to Wandering Sword Saint and said:

"Wizard Head and Talon King have created an offensive platform on the coast adjacent to Karabor Temple. Go there and tell them the specific coordinates of the door. Inform them not to hesitate after Rukhmar's Breath is assembled and launch Solar Bombardment to that place immediately!"

"Okay, I'll leave immediately."

Lantresor knew that the situation was critical and no longer hesitated. Diakum lent him his Sunwing, which was the fastest mount in Draenor, enough to ensure the speed and smoothness of information transmission.

Watching Sword Saint leave, Diakum was also ready to go to the area just now to join his Warrior, but he didn't expect that as soon as he walked out of the dark cave, he saw an unexpected guy blocking his way.

The man wore a tattered hood to cover his body, but his not very clever way of hiding his head and tail was betrayed by the weapon in his hand.

That is a weapon that all Draenor and Orcs know.

Dark Hand!

"Blackhand? What are you doing here?"

Diakum took out Ashbringer and held it in his hand, looked at Blackhand in front of him, and said:

"Orgrim spared your life in Mak'gora. Now you should find a place where no one can find you, dig a hole and bury yourself and pray that we won't find you. Or are you tired of the life without power and are you ready to sit on Judgment's seat in Shattrath City?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

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Blackhand pulled open his hood.

The Blackrock Plate Armor on his body was in tatters, but the exposed skin was covered with Spirit Wolf Tattoo.

The combination of those tattoos formed a very special "tattoo", making Blackhand at this time more like a fanatical believer than Warrior.

His big shiny head was covered with these things.

After all, this was actually the first real meeting between the two, but they had already formed a feud long before they met each other.

Great Chieftain, who had lost his power and status, grabbed the warhammer and stared at Diakum. His blood-red eyes were full of anger, dissatisfaction and resentment. Amidst the howls of the wolves in the dark forest, Lycantos's pack of wolves also strolled out.

It seemed that they surrounded Diakum, but in fact Blackhand knew very well that it was the Holy Light monster in front of him who surrounded them alone.

It's a pity that I didn't care about life or death before I decided to come.

"I don't appear here as Great Chieftain, Diakum Zastinss. I resent the traitor Orgrim. If I could, I would definitely twist his head off with my own hands! But he asked me to perform what a Orcs Chieftain should do and I couldn't refuse."

Blackhand said loudly:

"Black Wolf God also gave me such a mission! I know why you and your Holy Light wolves came here in such a hurry, but I cannot allow you Annihilation my people."

"That's not what you said when you formed War Horde and wanted to conquer Draenei and the entire world with blood."

Vigilant sneered:

"You plan to do that, and you have already done that. If I had not determined to challenge the fate of this world and reverse it myself, I am afraid that Draenor would have shed blood by now.

You!

What qualifications do you have for a guy like you who has no honor and led his people into the abyss to talk nonsense in front of me!

Do you now think of protecting your tribe?

I thought that on the night you decided to start the war, you were already prepared to die.

Now that you're here, don't leave.

I said, I will send every Green Skins who drank the devil's blood to where they should go. Before Annihilation's war begins, it would be perfect to use your sacrificial flag. Did you follow Lantresor here to prevent him from sending the news about Dark Portal?

You want to hold me back and buy Orcss a trivial amount of time."

Diakum's fingers crossed Ashbringer's repaired but still chipped sword blade, causing white holy flames to ignite on the blade, and he raised the holy blade in front of him.

"How long can you hold me back? Come on, let's try."

"Can you activate it now?"

The heavily armed Orgrim was leaning on Doomhammer, looking at Eredar Greater Demon who was being enslaved by Gul'dan and other Warlock into the extraction ceremony, and he asked in a deep voice with some anxiety:

"The energy source you need has arrived, Gul'dan, activate this door now! It will take time for so many tribesmen to cross it, but K'ure Alliance will not give us more time.

The trees are alive, they are the vanguard of the K'ure Alliance, they are killing our Warrior in our fortress with animated tables and chairs.

Even the food is full of poison!"

"Not enough, Great Chieftain."

Gul'dan was forced to do nothing. Under the indifferent gazes of a group of Chieftains, he spread his hands and said:

"This Greater Demon can only open the boundary between the two worlds. If you want to form a stable Fel portal, you need more energy. Just wait a moment, Fel Well will do it soon.

Three days!

Three days at most."

"Bang"

A sharp Blademaster's Blade suddenly appeared on Gul'dan's neck. The Green Skins female Sword Saint Azuka Blade Fury standing next to Orgrim said coldly:

"Are you deaf? Great Chieftain wants you to open this door immediately! Three more days? Haven't you seen the light rain falling from the sky in the distance? Diakum is bringing his Holy Light wolves to bite us to death!

With their unreasonable advancing speed, they can reach the fortress by midnight today at most. I don't think that Blue Skins Saint will give us so much time."

"It's no use urging me!"

Gul'dan is also acting shamelessly.

He was convinced that these guys needed him to open the door, so he snorted and said:

"In my plan, Dark Portal will take at least several months to slowly adjust, but if you insist on me helping you get it done within seven days, I'm just a Warlock! I'm not your wolf god!"

"Bang"

Such a disrespectful attitude made Nazgrel, who had long been displeased with Gul'dan, punch the guy in the face, knocking Gul'dan so hard that he flipped over and the grimoire from his waist fell out. During the clanking, a violet raven emblem fell at the feet of Orgrim.

This was obviously not something created by Draenor, which made Great Chieftain narrow his eyes. The reminder of Lycantos, the "new Loa", sounded in his ears:

"Hold it! Bypass Gul'dan and talk directly to the contact person at Azeroth. The connection between the two worlds has been opened. Gul'dan is no longer useful. Get rid of him!"

"Zuluhed! Do what you have to do."

Great Chieftain picked up the raven emblem on the ground and waved his hand.

While Gul'dan was struggling with a look of shock and anger, he saw Zuluhed taking out another material for the extraction ceremony, which made Gul'dan immediately realize what Orgrim was planning to do.

This is to step on the horse and kill the donkey!

This bastard Great Chieftain has no intention of letting himself survive. He wants to leave himself to the K'ure Alliance! He wants to leave himself to the terrifying Diakum!

Blanch!

You might as well just kill me.

Gul'dan wanted to curse, but Nazgrel grabbed the rope and stuck it in his mouth. While whimpering, he was dragged by Saurfang Brothers himself and thrown into the initiated extraction ceremony.

A Greater Demon, a demon-forged Progenitor Warlock, plus those demon captives who are being killed by Felblood Orcs in sacrificial rituals, here is Fel The concentration of soared almost instantly. A base had just been built with only two rough door pillars standing in the center of Dark Portal, and a disorderly Fel vortex began to roll in the center.

Orgrim stood in front of the reluctantly activated Dark Portal holding the raven emblem. Following the instructions of the wolf spirit, he used his own spirit to try to contact the "helper" in the other world.

After calling for several minutes, a voice finally answered him.

"Why so fast? Orcs Are hard workers so efficient?"

That voice spoke a language that Orgrim couldn't understand, but his spirit could understand what the other person meant.

Great Chieftain quickly explained what happened to Draenor, and the other party laughed:

"You are weaker than I thought, but I don't blame you. Holy Light Force sent a being like Diakum to reverse the fate of Draenor. How can you defeat him if you are just a clan civilization?

But the honest Gul'dan did not deceive you, Great Chieftain.

Your Dark Portal company has not been completed yet. If you have read the Teleportation Spell outline of Dalaran, you will know that such a transmission ceremony cannot take effect."

"But."

"Don't worry, I'm talking about the general situation. Fortunately, you met me. I have already passed the stage where I need to follow the textbook to cast spells strictly. Give me three hours to prepare."

Medivh said in a gentle tone:

"For my friend from another world who is in trouble, I need to use a little "forbidden power".

However, Dark Portal is not set up properly and cannot continue to transmit for a long time, and you do not have time to escape, so stuff your most elite Warrior into your city. The more you can, the better!

I will fight to bring you all here at once."

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