Chapter 311 1. Azeroth folks, Draenor Master Wang is here-[35]
(Additional update for brother "Huo Zhengtinghao" [3/5])
"Are you sure this door works? Don't step into the lava after we enter. I heard about the stupid things you did when you tested this door before."
Mag'har Orcs "Honor Great Chieftain" Durotan asked for the seventh time, which annoyed Warlord Margok who was standing next to him with a serious look on his face.
Ogre Shaman The head on the right looked solemn, but the head on the left gritted his teeth and said:
"If you ask one more time, I can guarantee that everyone else will arrive safely, and you will get to experience Azeroth's famous dish "Magma Barbeque"! You can doubt my character, but you can't doubt my Arcane attainments."
King Gorian, who always pays attention to his image, was so angry that he scolded his mother. It can be seen that Durotan's doubts came at the wrong time, but it was not just Orcs Great Chieftain is questioning alone. The first batch of the K'ure Alliance Warrior who will travel through Dark Portal to Azeroth today are all murmuring in their hearts.
Orcs are quite superstitious and are simply worried that something will go wrong with this thing, but Draenei, who has a higher level of metaphysics, is more worried.
They can understand the operating principle of Dark Portal, so they are worried that this portal across the star sea will explode as soon as it is activated. A big explosion of this energy level can definitely tear the Draenor continent into pieces.
However, worrying about these things now is just asking for trouble, so everyone lined up neatly and stood in the big square in front of Dark Portal, listening to old Velen deliver an impassioned but drowsy pre-war speech.
This kind of link is the same no matter what world it is in.
I don't know who wrote the manuscript for Great Prophet. It was also very literate. Not only did it include allusions to Draenei, but it also incorporated traditional jokes from Orcs and Ogres. This made the commanders listen attentively. However, if the big-headed soldiers could not fall asleep, they would have given the prophet face.
Spriggans Expeditionary Force did not participate in the stupid time-wasting ritual activities of "meat people".
Led by Evergreen Father, they are making their final pilgrimage to World Tree. Considering that this is the first time Spriggans has traveled so far since they were born, it is understandable that they want to ask for a lucky draw.
However, unlike the previous experimental Dark Portal, the real Dark Portal was not located at Tanaan Jungle, but was placed at Ashran Island across the strait.
From here you can clearly see World Tree Taya'la and Shadowmoon Valley's Karabor Temple, and the terrain here is barely plain, enough to station troops and build a permanent fortress to guard Dark Portal.
It can be seen from this subtle location selection that it is not only Stormwind Kingdom that is worried about the "security issues" after Dark Portal is opened, Draenor is also worried that one day the "invaders" from Azeroth will rush out from Dark Portal and pull their "poor" little world together.
The isolated islands overseas are enough to ensure that when the worst happens, it will not spread to the mainland, and at least give all races some time to react.
"Then, Draenor Expeditionary Force! Let us sing a triumphant song and go to support our allies in another world!"
Finally, the prophet finished reading the manuscript, spread his hands and let the triangular golden Holy Crest shine behind him as a final blessing to this mixed army of nearly ten thousand people.
Draenei responded the fastest. With Archbishops Neri and Akama taking the lead in applauding, warm applause quickly swept the entire marching square.
Ogre Shaman and Arakkoa Claw Priest, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, immediately cast a spell, causing a vortex of arcane energy to flow inside the towering Dark Portal's door pillar, spreading out quickly like a blue mirror. After converging on the main body of the entire portal, a little starlight even appeared on it, which was really beautiful.
This fully proves Warlord Margok's previous judgment that Dark Portal is the most authentic Arcane orthodox magic.
However, Ogre Mage King was taking off his "All-Seer" magic ring from his thick fingers with a look of reluctance, and took a cautious breath, and wiped the non-existent stains on it with luxurious magic silk. Looking at it with such reluctance, Talon King Terokk, who was holding the box next to him, had a sore face.
Arakkoa King whispered:
"If it doesn't work, just take him there. No one will say anything to you. Under such circumstances, it is really difficult for you to have to perform such a "high-spirited" performance."
"That won't work."
The two heads of Mar'gok said with righteous faces:
"This is Draenor Guardian Ring. If World Artifact enters other worlds, its power will be greatly reduced, and it will easily attract covetous people!
I know it specifically. The environment over there at Azeroth is really not peaceful, and I'm not a top expert there. Bringing this thing over there is really going to cause trouble for myself, just like walking through the busy city with gold.
Besides, even if I want to take it with me, Spriggans won't allow it."
It sighed, placed its divine ring in the box in front of it, and warned:
"You guys have to keep an eye on me. If you bump into me, I won't end it with you!"
"Don't worry, All-Seeing Ring will be placed in front of Lady Kara."
Archbishop Ishana solemnly assured:
"Unless the demon kills us all, your ring will be safe."
"Oh, you Draenei don't know how to say something auspicious."
Wizard Head curled his lips, reached out and took his "new baby" Book of Medivh from the Ogres attendant next to him, put it under his arm, and leaning on the Ogre Warlord staff, strode towards Dark Portal under the protection of a group of One-Eyed Ogre warriors.
For this expedition, K'ure Alliance will have two leaders as generals to lead it. Draenei has important matters here and Vigilant is at Azeroth, so there is no need to send anyone, Arakkoa has little interest in Azeroth and their demigods and princesses are there, so the leaders of Orcs and Ogres become the commanders of the troops.
Mar'gok is a must go.
It is now very eager to go to Mage Tower of Astral Mage to enjoy dog-pawing in the ocean of knowledge. Durotan was unlucky enough to catch several Orcs Chieftain during the lottery, so it was arranged to travel far.
Ogre Warlord really wants to go, Frostwolf Clan Chieftain really doesn't want to go.
The main reason is that Durotan's wife, Ms. Draka, just gave birth to a big fat boy for him. Durotan is also a family man. Unfortunately, K'ure Alliance has this responsibility, so he has to cheer up and follow Gormak into the portal that is like water waves flowing in front of him.
Then Warrior of all races passed through in an orderly manner.
But behind this army, there is a special group of "blind" special forces.
That's right, it's Demon Hunters from Illidari. They knew about Illidan's early return to Azeroth, so they arrived at Draenor one after another as planned to meet up. Now there are more than a thousand people.
With so many Fel blind men gathered together, the scene was so huge that even a kind-hearted person like old Velen couldn't help but want to take out his wallet and throw a few coins in front of this army of blind men.
"According to our news, Mr. Illidan has returned to the country of Kaldorei. After you arrive at the Stormwind Kingdom, you can teleport there or take a boat."
Archbishop Yula will whisper to the leader of the blind the Afflicted Oturis in a "covert operation" style:
"We will leave the door open for you, and Dark Portal will keep it open. If I mean, if Azeroth cannot withstand the invasion of demons, you will have a place to escape."
"Uh"
Oturis certainly didn't think that Azeroth would be defeated by the devil's attack, but Draenei also had good intentions. He could only nod his head calmly and said in a polite tone:
"Thanks to you for taking care of me during this period, we will keep the recruits here to help you continue to clean up the demons of Draenor. As you said, since this world exists as a "sanctuary", we must ensure the absolute safety here.
Once there is news about the increase of demon troops, be sure to notify us in time."
"Okay, I've written it down."
Yura nodded and watched these blind men embark on their way home.
In fact, Archbishop Broken Mouth was a little absent-minded today and kept looking at the sky. The reason is very simple. The "Arcane Scholar" clan led by His Excellency Naaru Mida is about to arrive at Draenor, and her boyfriend Malas is on the clan's spaceship. The two have not seen each other for hundreds of years.
What Yura is most worried about now is that when the spaceship arrives, Malas that idiot suddenly said that he would give him the whole job, and then walked out next to a Eredar woman holding a child with a happy face.
If that situation really happened, Yura was worried that he would definitely go on a rampage and "kill his husband to prove it".
Ah, Holy Light, just take pity on me, a "hundred-year-old resentful woman". You see, Archbishop Nali, who has been an old woman for more than 20,000 years, has found her own happiness.
There are so many happy people in this world, and one more of me is not too much.
With this thought of worrying about gains and losses, Yura quickly returned to Karabor Temple after completing the farewell ceremony. She was busy with her daily work. Now Draenor's general environment is not good. Every day, there are new Fel Forging Camps acting strangely. Every day, she took Assassin Court's rangers everywhere to slay demons and demons. As soon as Yura took a drink of water, she saw a panicked Draenei ranger running over and handing a letter to her.
Yura raised his eyebrows and opened it, then was horrified.
"Holy shit! Did that little guy throw away the attendant and run back? There's going to be a war over there, isn't this adding to the chaos! Quick, send a message over there!"
Stormwind Kingdom, Northshire Abbey.
King Llane and his commanders and military nobles stood on a high platform, admiring the majestic military appearance of the Draenor expeditionary force across Dark Portal. Originally, the locals planned to find some girls over and spread some flowers to spread the atmosphere to heat up the atmosphere, but Vigilant firmly refused.
Mainly because he was unlucky, and he was afraid that Neri would stab him in the head when he came over.
But human morale is indeed high because of the arrival of reinforcements.
In particular, the Sprigganss' control of the war thorn beasts and the several well-trained Gronns brought by the tiger people were an eye-opener for the human king, allowing him and the Lothars around him to maintain the same unyielding smile.
It's no wonder that the two leaders were beaming with joy, mainly because this well-trained army arrived at the right time.
Lothar has been leading Warrior to fight Westfall and Green Skins for the past few days. Llane also planned to take advantage of the strong morale to launch a war to recapture Elwynn Forest. There was a shortage of manpower everywhere on the battlefield. As a result, Draenor's elite troops arrived in front of them.
The best thing is that every one of these people is a mortal enemy of Green Skins Orcs!
When people come to Azeroth, they beat Green Skins. Don't you think this is a coincidence?
I was just dozing off and a pillow was brought to me.
After the last Demon Hunter also walked out of Dark Portal to the cheers of the Northshire people, the king and the marshal briefly went on stage to say a few words and then ran to Warlord Margok and Durotan Chieftain to discuss the war.
The two of them originally meant to be polite and let the people who came from afar have at least two days of rest, but before they could finish speaking, they heard Durotan say in an awkward human language:
"No rest, just fight! After the welcome ceremony, go to the battlefield. The sooner we can deal with Green Skins, the better!"
"Huh?"
Such a direct invitation to fight makes Llane and Lothar a little confused, isn't it? Are you Draenor "fighting mad per capita"? Are you so aggressive?
"Durotan's wife just gave birth to a son for him. According to Orcs's tradition, he must accompany his son to complete the element blessing. This is usually the full moon ceremony about one month after birth."
Diakum whispered an explanation to Lothar and Llane from the side, and they suddenly understood.
Oh, it turned out that I was in a hurry to go home and take care of my children, so that's understandable.
"Ah? My brother was born? Why didn't you tell me before?"
These words were heard by Gaiara next to him.
Frostwolf Daughter became anxious immediately. She glared at her father, then picked up her ax and called Dire Wolf and rushed towards Dark Portal. Some young Orcs who missed their relatives also followed Great Prophet back.
No one was too harsh.
Gaiara and Orcs have been fighting since they fell into Azeroth, which has been almost two months. It doesn't hurt to let them go back and take a rest.
"Let's divide the combat tasks."
Warlord Margok actually had no intention of causing trouble to Green Skins at this moment. It held the key to study at Karazhan in its hand and wished it could go to Astral Mage's library to read the books for the past month, so that it could break through the borderline demigod realm. It also anxiously said to the human king and marshal:
"Durotan and I are responsible for a battlefield alone. You send us a guide."
"I'll do this."
Diakum One look at the anxious look on Ogres's two heads told him what this guy was thinking. He picked up a map and said to the two of them:
"Durotan led troops to Westfall, which is the granary of the mainland and has been occupied by Orcs for nearly three months. The flat terrain there is most suitable for Orcs and Draenei rushes, Mar'gok leads Ogres and Spriggans to Brightwood, where the believers of Black Wolf God are conducting indiscriminate attacks throughout the forest.
Karazhan is not far from that place, you can even put your own headquarters there."
"Okay! Vigilant is thoughtful!"
Ogres immediately became happy, and both heads laughed at the same time. The ferocious attitude of Lothar's guards gave a chill, but Vigilant's arrangement meant that Elwynn Forest had to be handled by humans themselves.
Llane has no objections to this arrangement. Considering that it is his father Death Knight who is currently fighting with Orcs in Elwynn Forest, he does not intend to leave this matter to others.
The two sides made a simple and happy plan, and everyone set off separately after drinking a glass of Zhuangxing wine.
Diakum and Lothar also followed Mar'gok, but when they walked into the forest, Mar'gok's expression didn't look right.
Ogre Warlord remained vigilant and released the Eye of Arcane to patrol around. Soon he saw several trees and a group of Undead fighting lively. Those were obviously the trees called by Spriggans, and the on the opposite side Undead includes humans, Orcs, and even Gnoll and Murlocs. They are stumbling forward like zombies on the land that was once a farm. Spriggans is constantly summoning vines to pull and trample the trees.
The human militiamen guarding the farm were riding on the branches of the tree men. After the tree men restrained Undead, they jumped down and chopped down the zombies with long weapons, poured dwarf fire oil on them and set them on fire.
Judging from the skilled attack and defense of both sides, you can tell that they have long been accustomed to such "Plants vs. Zombies" battles.
"Why is there such a strong smell of Undead in this forest?"
Ogre Warlord couldn't help but ask:
"There's something wrong with the Undead recruitment around VanCleef."
"Where are we now?"
Lothar sighed:
"It becomes lively at night. If you are lucky, you may even see the Undead Bone Dragon flying through the forest.
It seems that we are at war with Green Skins, Mar'gok, but in fact we have to fight against Gnoll hunting groups, Kobold bandits and chaos everywhere. Let's go Undead. Fortunately, Spriggans's activated forest will help us. Otherwise, all the fronts would have collapsed long ago. This is while Light Weaver Warband helps us resist the devil.
All I can say is that Stormwind Kingdom's battle situation is very complicated."
"Humans, Green Skins, werewolves, Gnoll, Undead, demons, and reinforcements from Lightforged and Draenor."
Ogre Warlord nodded repeatedly and said:
"It's indeed quite complicated. I just saw a giant dragon living in your valley. Tsk, tsk, I thought Stormwind Kingdom was weak, but now that I see you, I feel more and more that you are actually not easy. You really need some powerful support urgently.
Oh, then I will make it clear that people will not tell secret words, Marshal Lothar."
Mar'gok looked at the human marshal and recommended himself:
"I heard from my friend Khadgar that Stormwind Kingdom is planning to select a new owner for Atiesh - Guardian's Scepter. I am not being modest, but you see, am I, a foreign friend who is so enthusiastic and hopes to do something practical for the Arathor Empire, eligible to participate in the selection of the holder of the holy staff?"
"This"
Lothar was shocked by Ogre Shaman's shamelessness and greed.
But Diakum next to him showed an expression of not being surprised. He just noticed that Mar'gok didn't bring his own All-Seeing Ring, so he knew what it was planning.
It is the world guardian of Draenor, and it does not affect it from becoming Guardians of Tirisfal of Azeroth. Switching different vests on different occasions is the wisdom that a mature spellcaster should have.
Lothar couldn't make up his mind for a moment, so he looked at his "think tank". Diakum nodded to him and reminded him in spiritual words:
"Mar'gok is not only a spellcaster, it is also a king. If it works well, Gorian Empire's powerful Ogres Warrior can also be your help. It is difficult for Warrior among mortal races to match the combat power of Ogres. You have seen with your own eyes the ferocious posture of those guys hunting dragons."
"That's true."
The marshal thought for a moment and said seriously to the expectant Warlord Margok:
"There is no precedent before. I need to study it with others, but in principle we welcome all warriors who are willing to contribute to the peace of the Eastern Continent to participate in the fight for the Holy Scepter."
"But I want to remind you, my friend Mar'gok."
Diakum said:
"You are also a Arcane Walker. You should know that such a holy staff will not have a permanent owner."
"I understand, how can you expect to own Divine Object for a long time?"
Ogres King laughed heartily and said:
"I will be satisfied if I can understand some of the highest secrets from Tirisfal's secret teachings.
Of course, I am not bribing you, Marshal, but if I become the distinguished Guardians of Tirisfal, Gorian Empire will have the obligation to protect the entire Eastern Continent. At that time, my powerful Warrior will naturally obey the One king of this continent.
Speaking of which"
Mar'gok stopped and said eagerly to Lothar:
"Do you still need investment in your great cause of restoring the country? Are you willing to win a brother from another empire as an "eternal friend" for Arathor Second Empire? If you question my sincerity, then under the witness of Diakum the Saint, the two of us can become "brothers with different surnames" to protect each other's imperial inheritance of each other's empire."
"Hiss"
Lothar It's really numb now.
That's fine with the Goblin Trade Prince who came to invest in his "revival of the country" before. Goblin is well-known throughout Azeroth for being good at doing business. That little guy is very smart, but why are you, Ogres, just here to join in the fun?
Are two heads really twice as smart?
He suddenly realized that he had really underestimated this fat two-headed man. This guy looked silly, but he really had two skills. However, if he could get the full support of the Gorian Empire, two empires in different worlds could form a "brotherly alliance" or something like that, which sounded very operational!