(Additional update for "Huo Zhengtinghao" brother [3/5])
"Are you all ready?"
One day later at noon, Aegwynn finally returned to Stormwind after a long journey.
Judging from her tired posture, the former guardian has been very busy these days. Faced with her inquiry, Diakum, who is ready to go at any time, asked:
"Have you found the place?"
"Well, in the central area of Silithus Desert, there is a place under the tens of thousands of years of yellow sand that is very similar to the "Chamber of Heart" you described."
Aegwynn took out the map and pointed at his mark and said:
"That place is hidden very deep, even deep between the mantle layer and the magma. No detection magic can detect that place. I was forced to use a little "forbidden magic", but I couldn't get in.
As you said, the power of Thousand-Eyed Demon C'Thun, which is sealed behind Scarab Wall and revered as "god" by Qirajis, surrounds there, and its fallen tentacles even directly include the periphery of Chamber of Heart.
The seal left by Titan failed, and C'Thun found Chamber of Heart through the cage's connection with the outside world.
That damn evil thing is passing through that place and corroding our World Soul! It must be purified, otherwise we will not be able to bypass its interference and make any contact with Star Soul."
"After we return from Draenor, we will start executing this matter."
Diakum nodded seriously.
He thought for a while and said to Aegwynn:
"If you don't plan to stay at Draenor, then after sending us there, I will entrust you to make another trip to Kalimdor to deliver this news to His Majesty Black Crow King Kur'talos.
If they also plan to completely eliminate the fallen Qiraji Empire and their god of darkness, then the two sides can definitely join forces.
At the same time, you also need to convey the method of curing Magic Plague to the rulers of Kaldorei, and ask them to come and meet with Forest Sprite Sage as soon as possible."
"I have a better idea!"
Aegwynn glanced at the crows flying Stormwind in the sky, and she said:
"Let these Druid who are stranded here go with you and let them see with their own eyes the World Tree of Draenor. Kaldorei elves are a conservative group. It will be difficult for them to make up their minds without seeing the power of the K'ure Alliance with their own eyes.
Moreover, they must also learn to control "Devolution Spores" and teach it to Druid's companions of Cenarius Order, in order to contribute to clearing the world of the shadow of Magic Plague.
You can't just call us Sprigganss when encountering this problem in the future. After all, the two sides are separated by a world.
As for Black Crow King.
I will return to Kalimdor with your Demon Hunter Arantien, and also bring Illidari's warning to them."
"Sorry for your trouble."
Dick said that this was good. He looked at the time and said:
"We can set off when Prince Varian, who is the special envoy of the Stormwind Kingdom, comes over. Please also open the portal to Desolace for Mag'har's Orcs first. Their people are stranded there and they are very worried."
A moment later, a royal carriage hurriedly came and stopped in front of the teleportation point scheduled by Mage Quarter.
The car door opened, and Varian, who was wearing a prince's attire and a ceremonial sword on his waist, jumped out. This child was dressed very maturely today, with a blue kingdom ribbon on his body. There was even a hint of majesty on his tight little face.
Perhaps it was the tempering of the war that allowed this child to grow up rapidly.
Lothar and Khadgar got off the carriage from the other side. Seeing Khadgar also appeared in the posture of Farstriders, Diakum said in surprise:
"You want to go there too?"
"I originally planned to stay here to assist the marshal, but Prince needs protection."
Khadgar explained:
"This trip will not last long. According to you, I can come back in seven days at most, so at the request of Queen Talia, I will serve as the prince's escort and take a look at your site selection and progress for Dark Portal.
Although I don't quite understand that magic, Medivh taught me some unusual spaces Teleportation Spell.
I think it has something to do with Dark Portal."
"Please pass this thing to the leader of the K'ure Alliance as a gift of alliance."
Lothar handed a beautiful box to Diakum, who took it in his hand, opened it and took a look, and was surprised to find that it was a war horn decorated with white ivory and luxurious crystals.
This seems to be the craftsmanship of elves. Other races really don't have so many exaggerated artistic bacteria.
"Lion's Horn, Wrynn Royal Family's family heirloom."
Lothar explained:
"This is the war horn used by Emperor Thoradin 2,800 years ago. It does not have so many magical effects, but it has transcendent historical significance for mankind. I know that you must not be short of this magic item, but as the party asking for help, we must make a statement.
Please consider this as Stormwind Kingdom's sincerity."
"Well, I'll turn it over to the leaders."
Dick handed the gift to Neri for safekeeping. He lowered his head and said seriously to little Varian:
"This time is just a formality. As the third-largest ruler of Draenei, I can actually decide the alliance between the two parties. However, K'ure Alliance is a group after all, so the diplomatic mission of His Highness Varian is also quite important. You may need to stay there for a while."
"If this can help my Father King and my country, then I will do my best!"
Varian said in a deep voice.
Such a gesture made everyone around him nod, and Yrel secretly gave the little prince a thumbs up. She was very optimistic about this child and thought he had "the aura of a king." Although Yrel herself, who will be a leader in the future, still doesn't quite understand what the aura of a king means.
"Huh? What's going on with this box?"
Khadgar saw Chromie and Tarecgosa pushing an ordinary cargo box. There was a very precise magic lock on the box. He asked curiously, and Diakum said calmly:
"This is some "material" we collected at Azeroth. We need to take it back to our Naaru to see. It may be related to the will of Holy Light."
"Oh, it's a faith item."
Khadgar nodded and stopped asking.
Lothar sighed with emotion:
"That Ms. Katelina was really in a hurry. She returned to Northern Borderlands immediately after receiving the news. She was not even willing to delay for a meal. The supplies she brought and the luxurious ship she left behind really helped us a lot at this delicate moment.
Stormwind owes her a favor.
Such high efficiency of action is really impressive. Prestor Family is indeed the pillar of mankind."
"Yes, without touching their bottom line, Prestor Family is indeed reassuring as an ally."
Dick echoed.
As a result, Shadow Word ridiculed his hypocrisy in his ear, and praised him for being a very outstanding Voidwalkers.
Vigilant readily accepts this evaluation.
Shadow Word said so, but it seems that Light and Shadow Trial has reached an extremely advanced stage, and it's time for Kalimdor to complete it in one go.
After chatting for a while, Lady Aegwynn rushed back, and several storm crows also landed near the teleportation point. Archdruid, who spoke like Riddler, was also among them. She was very interested in the strange "wild nature" of Draenor's world, and planned to go and see it in person, and find a cure for Magic Plague.
Magic Plague That thing infecting humans is just incidental. Its real goal is to go after the elves. The urgency in Archdruid's heart made her unable to refuse the invitation.
Before the transmission started, Vigilant remembered something and said to Lothar:
"Is the Naga Mistress still imprisoned in Stormwind Stockade?"
"Don't mention her."
Lothar said with a gloomy look:
"That soft-skinned snake seduced the jailer. Fortunately, Khadgar discovered it early, otherwise she would have escaped from prison the night before yesterday. But even so, the energy of these poor strong men was sucked dry, and each of them seemed to have aged dozens of years.
What a depraved creature!
But yesterday, she was uncharacteristically sent a message to me through the female mage who was looking after her. She said that she was willing to summon her deep sea clan to assist Stormwind Kingdom in guarding the sea, and also to defeat the demon's servants.
Frankly speaking, I don't trust her, I don't believe a word of that statement."
"She has her purpose."
Dick said to Lothar in spiritual words:
"The reason why I kept her is to use her to find the same dangerous evil thing that is likely to be in mainland Southern Borderlands now. Her sudden change in attitude may indicate that the evil thing is in the kingdom.
That thing is related to the apparent owner of Naga, "Pioneer".
You'd better send a message to Mr. Old Meryl or Mr. Farodis, and have one of them or a trustworthy spell caster secretly come and take charge. Use Deep Sea Matriarch as a bait to capture and seal the evil creature when it appears.
Remember, don't let any ordinary people get involved.
The determined Archbishop Faol can assist, but you'd better not get involved directly."
"That's it."
Lothar nodded.
Aegwynn waved the sinister Staff of Sargeras to open the portal to Draenor. After everyone entered in order, Diakum put the last few dark crystals of Lady Kara on his body in a bag and handed them to Lothar.
He said goodbye:
"Use these crystals to create your own "Ashbringer" for mankind, Your Majesty the Emperor."
"I get a headache every time you mention this."
Lothar took the crystal, and he waved goodbye to Diakum and said:
"I still need some time to convince myself, but I promise that if my people need me to stand up and sit in that position, I will never back down. I wish you good luck, Dick."
"Wait until I come back, Lothar, and protect your people."
"Great Chieftain, Elwynn Forest sent battle reports, Siege of Stormwind's war failed, Chieftain Fenris died in battle, Zuluhed temporarily took over the command."
A strong Warsong Orc Warlord strode to Orgrim's camp. He handed a letter to Great Chieftain. The latter nodded and stopped writing the animal skin scroll in his hand. While reading the letter, he said:
"Malkorok Warlord, how do you think the war between us and Dark Iron Dwarves is going?"
"Of course it's smooth sailing, Great Chieftain."
The sturdy Warsong Clan Warlord laughed and said:
"That group of Dark Iron Dwarves is no match for the Horde army. We have already captured Dreadmaul Rock, Pillar of Ashes and Ruins of Thaurissan. In a few days, your powerful Warrior will be able to capture Flame Peak for you.
By then, Dark Iron Dwarves will only retreat to their mountain fortress, and the slaves of all races who have been rescued by us have expressed their willingness to join us in attacking those damn slave owners.
They are all willing to believe in Black Wolf God."
"But you Warrior, who is known for your bravery in Draenor, shouldn't be proud of the victory in front of you. You know very well that once Dark Iron Dwarves enters the mountain, it will be the real difficulty."
Great Chieftain sighed and said:
"Shattered Hand You have also seen the situation that the assassins sent back. That mountain is so swamped by Dark Iron Dwarves's management that it is simply an unconquerable place."
"But you are trying to retrain Shaman, Great Chieftain."
Malkorok has his own opinion on this. The strong Warlord said in a deep voice:
"As long as we have enough War Shaman, it's just a mountain that can't stop us, and it's very smooth for you to send people to contact the local Burning Thorn Troll. They are locals and are very familiar with this place.
Those greedy Dark Iron Dwarves are unwilling to give up the mines they have been operating for a long time, they will only send a steady stream of people to die!"
"Maybe we can be smarter."
Great Chieftain smiled, turned around and wrote a few more strokes on the animal skin roll, then rolled it up and handed it to Malkorok Warlord, he said:
"I need a strong, brave, and risk-free messenger to deliver this letter to Dark Iron Dwarf Emperor Thorisson. We have demonstrated our combat effectiveness. Dark Iron Dwarves should learn to communicate with us on an equal footing.
I don't want to waste Warrior's lives in this meaningless war.
Would you like to go?"
"Of course, Great Chieftain, this is my honor. Ahem, this is my responsibility!"
Warsong Clan Warlord originally wanted to say "glory", but he suddenly thought that Great Chieftain hated this word, so he changed his mind in time.
Orgrim was very satisfied. He patted Malkorok on the shoulder and said:
"I plan to recruit elites from various clans to form a special clan that only obeys the orders of Great Chieftain. I want to call it "Kor'kron". If you are willing, I hope you will be the commander of Kor'kron."
"But I am Warlord, Great Chieftain of the Warsong Clan. I am very willing to conquer Consecration power for you, but I must be recognized by Grom Hellscream Chieftain."
Malkorok slapped his chest with his fist, then turned around and left the camp.
That firm back made Orgrim nod slightly.
He has been paying attention to Malkorok for a long time.
This young and brave Orcs also drank the demon blood but he could control his anger. Just like Nazgrel, he still had a sense of awe for the ancient traditions. Most importantly, he knew how to obey and would not let himself be slaughtered Overmind.
Such Orcs are the Warrior that Great Chieftain wants. Only when there are more and more such Orcs can Green Skins have hope.
As for the battle report sent by the Stormwind Kingdom, Orgrim didn't even bother to read it.
He didn't even need to guess how Zuluhed gathered those pioneers Warrior, and he didn't want to think about Warlock's showoff and desire for power between the lines.
Even if Zuluhed now wants to be Great Chieftain, Orgrim can give up the throne to him with a smile on his face, and start a new business with these promising Green Skins.
Eitrigg who stayed in the Redridge Mountains will continue to "shunt" Green Skins Orcs, and send the cruel ones to Zuluhed, who still had hope, sent Burning Steppes to be trained by him. It was a good thing for Orgrim that Stormwind was not captured.
Medivh hopes that they can create unity for mankind, then let the brutal the Butchers continue to fulfill this duty.
If they want to fight, then go and fight!
Humanity will become more and more tenacious in such conflicts, and Horde will also become more and more pure in such conflicts.
Zuluhed will complete his "responsibility" perfectly, as for Fenris.
Well, the death of Fenris is a regrettable thing, but Black Wolf God has taken him to a good place that belongs to the Conqueror. I hope Frostfire Ridge's "Iron Wolf" can show his talents there.
"Orgrim, Grom is awake, go see him."
Black Wolf God's whisper made Great Chieftain suddenly raise his head, and immediately rushed out of the camp and rode on Dire Wolf in the direction of Dreadmaul Rock. There was Horde behind Burning Steppes, where Grom Hellscream was placed.
When Orgrim arrived, a bunch of Orcs were crowded at the entrance of Dreadmaul Rock's cave, but no one dared to go in.
After seeing Great Chieftain coming over, the Warsong Orcs came forward excitedly to tell him about Hellscream's awakening, but Grom seemed to be a different person when he woke up, and he did not allow other Orcss to disturb him.
"What? You said he is as melancholy as a poet?"
Great Chieftain stared at the Warsong Clan Warlord in front of him in stunned silence. The latter nodded vigorously and said with added jealousy:
"Perhaps the evil spirit has taken over our powerful Chieftain. His current weakness makes us feel sick! You should wake him up and let him become the invincible Grom Hellscream again!"
This change is beyond Orgrim's imagination.
He dispersed the others and entered the cave alone. In the deepest part of the dark cave, he saw Grom sitting on the "coffin board".
He was indeed as those Warsong Orc said, no longer as noisy and arrogant as before. He sat there extremely quietly, looking straight ahead with unfocused eyes.
But Orgrim can feel that the current Grom has not become weaker.
On the contrary, after his sharp edge was reduced, he became more deadly than before. It was like a peerless sword hidden in a scabbard. Once it is taken out of the scabbard, blood will be seen!
"Grom, are you okay?"
Great Chieftain asked.
"I'm fine, even too good."
Grom said dumbly:
"Those noisy guys told me what you did during this period. Do you want them to survive? Live until the time of the star sea patrol promised by Black Wolf God arrives?"
"I really can't hide it from you."
Orgrim smiled, sat on the stone opposite Grom, and said:
"But you are different from us. You are God Chosen of Black Wolf God. You have more missions to shoulder. I need to explain them to you."
"No need!"
Hellscream waved his hand and said calmly:
"I know why I live, no need to stress it, give me an ax, don't let anyone bother me, just tell me when you need me to kill someone. But when I need to face my real enemy, you'd better not stop me.
What Warsong Clan, what conquering hegemony has nothing to do with me."
"But Gorehowl is broken. I am seeking to form a strategic alliance with Dark Iron Dwarves and use their forging skills to recast Gorehowl for you."
Orgrim explained:
"Our agreement with Medivh is to assist him in bringing unity to mankind. I thought about it and it is not enough for the Stormwind Kingdom to feel the pressure of war. I plan to use the contradiction between Dark Iron Dwarves and Bronzebeard Dwarves to draw the dwarves into this war, and then the Human King country of Northern Borderlands.
What they need is actually not war! Grom, what humans really need to unite is pressure!
We just need to put pressure on them to survive, just to help Black Wolf God spread their faith, so that we can preserve our strength to prepare for war with "Felblood Calamity". By then, you can also unleash your anger to your heart's content.
The demon demigod who contaminated Orcs with his own blood, and Corrupted Cenarius who was behind all this!
They are our real enemies!
Orcs must kill them with our own hands, otherwise we will never deserve any form of redemption."
"Okay! Just follow this plan."
Grom stood up, rubbed his belly and said:
"Get me some food, give me an axe, and I'll go to Dark Iron Dwarves. If you want to form an alliance with them, you can't just beg. They need to know clearly that they can't afford to offend us."
"How can you go alone?"
In the swaying of the shadows, the dusty Kargath·Shattered Hand appeared in the darkness of the cave. He waved his embarrassed arm that was cut off at the wrist and said with a grin:
"I heard that the weapons made by Dark Iron Dwarves are the best in this continent. Look, Grom, I also need a new fist blade. Let's go together. You go to intimidate them, and I will challenge them.
If those dwarf kings don't know what they are doing, give him some color."
"Okay."
Grom nodded and did not refuse this peer request.
His calmness made Kargath's hair stand on end. A moment later, when Orgrim left the cave, Kargath whispered to him:
"I used to think that I could give Grom a 50-50 fight, or at least take him to death with me, but now, I feel that that guy can kill me with just one axe. What kind of power did Black Wolf God give him?"
"It's not from Black Wolf God, Kargath."
Orgrim glanced at the cave and whispered:
"That was Grom's own power. He died once and he realized something extraordinary. And I feel that he. He strangled himself to death once. Can you understand what I mean?
It turns out that war-mad Grom is dead.
What kind of soul is hidden in his body now, I can't say."
"Hmph, I don't want to be his enemy anyway, but are you sure it's really okay to put something like Zuluhed in the Stormwind Kingdom?
Sooner or later he will do something bad."
"It's only a matter of time before Warlocks do bad things, but don't worry, in terms of making people hate, Zuluhed is only one step away from Gul'dan. Before he falls, humans have no time to trouble us."