Dawn of Lordaeron

You can search "Lordaeron's Dawn Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!When the Alliance and the Tauren were ready to counterattack the Centaur, Thrall, who was still on the island, took his men and Vol'jin and fled out of the cave in embarrassment.

They were still late. The fish people had sacrificed Vol'jin's father to some kind of dark existence, but fortunately, before their ritual was completely completed, the orcs and the trolls worked together to destroy their magic circle and saved Senjin's soul.

After experiencing a bloody battle with the sea witch who controlled the murloc for this dark ritual, Vol'jin personally cut off the wizard’s head, but just before that guy died, he drew magic power from the abyss and tried to make the cave Collapse.

Although Woking killed the Sea Witch, he failed to stop his magic. He didn't even have time to collect his father's body and left the cave helplessly.

This is not the worst. When Thrall and Vol'jin escaped from the cave and returned to Darkspear Island, a sudden earthquake made Thrall foresee that a huge natural disaster was about to come on this small island.

"Quick! Woking, lead your people and leave here with us!"

The connection with the elements made Thrall realize that the dark magic of the sea witch did not just affect the cave, the entire Darkspear Island was facing the end of sinking.

During the battle just now, Vol'jin also realized that Thrall was a reliable partner worth making, and the Darkspear trolls indeed needed an ally to help them through this difficult period.

The earthquake and Thrall's words made Wo'jin not hesitate, so he immediately returned to the village, took his own tribe, and followed Thrall onto the orcs' sea boat.

Not long after the ship left Darkspear Island, everyone watched as the once vigorous island sank to the bottom of the sea little by little, and part of the trolls who left their homes again looked sad: in this catastrophe, they Lost a leader, many compatriots, and their homes.

Woking looked at the sunken island and remained silent for a long time, until Thrall's voice awakened him from his grief.

"Sorry to interrupt you... I know it will take time."

Woking wiped his hand on his face, and the new Darkspear tribe leader calmly said to his new friend, "No, it doesn't matter. In the tradition of trolls, physical death does not mean anything."

Thrall didn't continue this topic too much, "I understand your feelings, because we left our former hometown in this way, but now the most important thing is to find a way back to land, otherwise our food won't last long."

"Don't worry, my friend, Darkspear Island is not far from the mainland of Kalimdor. At most, when the sun goes down tonight, we can go ashore."

"That would be great. After experiencing so much, we are exhausted and urgently need to find a place to rest." Thrall was obviously relieved. The drifting during this period of time made him accustomed to seeing life and death. Thrall is firmer in his ambition to revive the orcs.

After a series of difficulties, the last part of the journey to Kalimdor seemed exceptionally calm. As Woking said, when the sun was about to set, the orcs' ships were crushed on a deserted beach.

"at last……"

Thrall leaned down and grabbed a handful of fine sand from the beach. The young leader held up the hammer of destruction given to him by Orgrim, and shouted at his compatriots: "We succeeded. !"

"Oh!!!!"

The sky-shaking cheers echoed along the coast, and Woking touched his fangs and squatted aside. He was also diluted by the joy of the orcs.Housekeeper Novel www.guanjiaxiaoshuo.com

The darkspear troll has been in peace for too long. Life on the island may be peaceful and easy, but it also makes the darkspear troll lack the ability to resist changes. The death of Senjin made Vol'jin understand, let alone the Darkspear tribe. The glory of the trolls of ancient times should also join this war called "Survival".

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Lordaeron, a hut by the Thoril River, Tirion poured a cup of coffee for Arthas and Lothar. Lothar looked a little strange at the steaming drink.

"What's wrong, don't you like coffee very much?" Tirion asked.

"Uh...that's not the case. I used to drink this refreshment a lot before I was alive," Lothar held up the cup and took a sip, showing an expression like that. "But, like this, you can drink anything and water. almost."

Although the undead have near-immortal lives and can be immune to many spiritual attacks, they also have a shortcoming, that is, they no longer have the sense of diversity as a living person.

Whether it is wine or food, it is similar to the most common water and bread for the undead, neither need nor need.

"I'm thinking of a way to solve this kind of shortcoming in the high-level undead," Alsace also took a sip of coffee, "It's just a bit difficult. After all, I am not a scholar who specializes in this area."

After Tirion understood the situation, he said to Lothar, "Then I won't prepare cakes for you. They were brought to me by my son. It is a waste of you."

Lothar's face collapsed, "Hey, do you treat old friends like this?"

The three of them looked at each other for a while, and then suddenly laughed. Arthas said dumbfounded, "Okay, I will find a way to help you solve this problem."

"If it's too much trouble and effort, I won't stand up again for enjoyment." Lothar seemed rather open-minded.

"But it's not a bad thing to be able to enjoy it again," Tirion added, putting some snacks on the table. "His Royal Highness, please forgive my impulsive behavior."

Arthas didn't think there was anything. Any paladin in the Silver Hand would react like this when facing the situation just now. Tirion's reaction was already not so intense.

But Tirion obviously still has a little distance from the existence of the death knight. After all, it would be too harsh to ask a true Paladin to accept this unacceptable existence.

Not all people are like Arthas who only have the power of the Holy Light and do not have faith in the Holy Light. Basically all the paladins are noble people with the same appearance. Arthas is a special case.

Tirion was also a little worried. In the eyes of unsuspecting people, Arthas was almost dancing on the blade.

As most people with special energies know, although power does not distinguish between good and evil, power will affect people's temperament subtly. Tirion worried that if Arthas cannot control his dark power one day, it will one day. Bring disaster to the whole world.

"Tirion, I wonder if you noticed the violent soul fluctuation from the north some time ago?"

Arthas looked at Tirion's somewhat stiff expression and asked a question.