Dawn of Lordaeron

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In the central hall of Naxxramas, the remaining three dreadlords are discussing the next course of action.

Varimathras sneered at Banazar who made the suggestion, "If you don't hide, what else do you want to do? Challenge those paladins who are full of light in their heads?"

"You're a total coward, Varimathras," Barnazar's face was a little angry. He had said that Detherlock should go together to create a little chaos in the mortal civilization, so it is convenient to go. Dalaran stole the artifact.

However, Varimathras's ridicule and ridicule made Detherok doubt Barnazzar's plan and gave up his plan to leave Naxxramas and go to Lordaeron.

"I'm a coward? What are you, arrogant?" Varimathras immediately replied, "You can figure it out clearly, if you die in a mortal city, you won't see us both. , But Kil'jaeden."

Hearing Kil'jaeden's name, Barnazar fell into a rare silence. As Kil'jaeden's most frequent adjutant group, they certainly knew what the name represented among the demons.

But immediately Barnazar returned to normal, and he retorted, "Then how long do you think the three of us can hide on Azeroth?"

"I don't know, but before Tichondrius finds a way for us to fully descend into this world, the best way is to wait." Varimathras said, "But if we are all killed, we will definitely bear it. all responsibility."

While talking, the two dreadlords began to quarrel again, and Detherlock on the side was carefully checking the operation of the floating fortress until he could not bear the useless argument of his brother.

"Enough, when do you two want to argue?!"

Barnazar and Varimathras spoke almost at the same time, pointing at each other, "When this disgusting guy rolls back into the Twisting Void!"

"Are you idiots? Now I tell you that Naxxramas's flying energy is about to be insufficient. If you are really too idle, I suggest you find a way to solve this problem!"

Dyselok pointed at the source of magical energy that was about to be exhausted, with a very unhappy expression. Originally, they faced the betrayal of the Scourge, and the manpower became very scarce. Now the two big bats are still making some useless arguments.

"Not enough energy? Have those low-level undeads been thrown into the furnace?" Barnazar asked.

"It seems that I was right. You are a total idiot. Did you forget that we have sacrificed the last batch of usable cannon fodder?" Varimathras caught a chance and continued to mock Banazar. .

Diselok also nodded and said, "If Naxxramas's undead reserve is used again, some facilities in this floating fortress will inevitably go into a state of suspension."

As a huge floating city fortress, Naxxramas has strict regional divisions, and each facility requires a certain number of undead to maintain operation.

Because they lost the support of the Lich King, the current Naxxramas is almost at the end of energy. Before this low energy situation appeared, they had already supplied a batch of undead sacrifices as energy to Naq. Samas.

However, the energy of those low-level cannon fodder cannot keep Naxxramas running for too long, and now they are facing this problem again.

"Are we going to throw all the undead and those psychics into the furnace?" Barnazar said uncertainly.

"No, you can't do this, otherwise the barrier of Naxxramas will disappear immediately, and the new Lich King will immediately trace our source." Detherlock denied this practice, "Tike Dior Before leaving, Si told us to keep the psychics because of this."

"I suggest that we give up Naxxramas immediately and find a new place to hide," Varimathras made his own suggestion. "This floating fortress will run out of energy sooner or later. Staying here will only Let us be discovered faster."

"It's best not to do this," Detherok's pale face showed a little helplessness. "A lot of materials and items we need are still stored in this floating city. If Naxxramas is abandoned, it will Our plan was delayed in the future."

"This is not okay, that's not okay, then go directly to find the energy that can be used by Naxxramas!" Barnazar took the control of the fortress into his own hands, "If it really falls on the sea Now, those materials are even more unpreservable."

"Put Naxxramas in the mountains southwest of the high elven kingdom. Outside of that damn enchantment, they are not that sharp."

"There is no other way for the time being, but we can't just pin our hopes on Tichondrius..."

The three dreadlords finally reached a short-term agreement, ready to take Naxxramas from the hands of the Lich King. If the new Lich King is allowed to take more power to strengthen himself, I am afraid they The mission will really fail.

Moreover, their failure only delayed the arrival of the Burning Legion, Kil'jaeden could not completely rely on them.

But if they don't want to fall into a more tragic ending than death, it is better to be able to complete the task instead of returning to the Twisting Void dingy and waiting for Kil'jaeden to do it himself.

While the dreadlords were discussing how to avoid Alsace’s attention and hide Naxxramas, Kerr was ordered by Alsace to regain control of Naxxramas to restore his status. Sugard also left the fortress of Icecrown.

Arthas gave Kel'Thuzad a ship, which was full of soul crystals and magic crystals. The great lich planned to use these things to introduce the dreadlords into the trap.

Of course, just a pile of crystals certainly cannot deceive the Dreadlord, but Arthas told him that there are extraordinary things buried in the mountains west of Tirisfal Glades, and he can use the mysterious influence of that place. , To attract the dreadlords to come.

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A few days later, Grommash, who had gone deep into the forest, rushed out from the depths of the dense forest with the remaining troops in blood. They encountered a terrible opponent in the forest, and Grommash suffered heavy losses.

"What on earth are those creatures with pointed ears like the high elves?" Grommash was extremely angry. The encounters in these two days reminded him of being caught by Lordaeron when he was in Silverpine Forest and Tirisfal Glades. The days when the First Army was chasing.

Those races he had never seen attacked Grommash and his troops in the forest. At first Grommash was excited about finding the enemy, but gradually, this excitement turned into disturbed.

They were "baptized" by arrow rain in all directions in the dense forest, and even beasts hidden in the dark carried out surprise attacks on the single soldiers.Jiangsu Literature Network www.freychem.com

After a few days, instead of solving the troubles, many elite tribal warriors were lost.

In the forest, the orcs are not the enemy of those elves at all, and Grommash has an illusion that even the entire forest is helping the elves to attack the orcs.

Although he was reluctant to retreat, in order to avoid the orcs' sacrifice in vain, Grommash took the lead and rushed out of the circle of elves.

What upset this violent and powerful warrior is that those elves have been hiding in the dark and attacked with bows and arrows, and they didn’t give him a chance to fight head-on. Sora couldn’t use his strength, but was shot by the elves. A few arrows.

Fortunately, the elf's arrows were basically blocked or dodged by Gromash, but it only caused him some insignificant injuries.

But this defeat made Grommash realize that the orcs are no longer the red frenzy that swept the Eastern Kingdoms. Although they lost their demonic blood and gained sanity and freedom, their corroded bodies are no longer the same as before. That's so strong.

Not to mention that more than ten years have passed since the end of the second war. Grommash’s age is also older. Although he is still one of the most powerful warriors in the tribe, he can still feel himself. The state of declining day by day.

No matter how powerful a fighter is, there is nothing he can do when faced with the erosion of time.

If possible, Grommash hopes to die on the battlefield, like Orgrim did-but his responsibility as a chief and the hope of rejuvenating the tribe made him not want to be buried in the ground so early.

Grommash, who led a group of gray-headed orc soldiers, had a low face, and he knew what this defeat meant.

The orcs will lose control of the lumber yard, and they will retreat to the barren land under the pressure of the elves, worrying about the wood needed for construction.

Countless thoughts flashed through Grommash's heart: Thrall gave him this task out of trust, but now he actually wants to go back in despair, admitting in front of the entire tribe that he even has such a small matter. Failed?

It's impossible!

Grommash's face was flushed, he couldn't bear such a shame, instead of going back like this, he might as well die in a battle with the elves!

This desperate madness evoked the part of the degenerate thought suppressed by Grommash, and a certain crazy, bloodthirsty, and dark influence began to corrode Grommash's consciousness.

——"Go... to find the power, the power to solve all problems!"

Grommash's body sitting on top of the wolf tensed suddenly, and he felt another voice in his heart whispering to him, an indescribable but deep bone marrow itching and pain crawling all over his body.

Under this torture, Grommash's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, but he resisted without letting his body react, so as not to make the orcs' original low morale fall even further.

"Ho ho..."

The low roar from the throat caused the other orcs around to tremble in their hearts. They thought it was their chieftain who was angry because of their incompetence, so they didn't dare to speak even more during the march.

Therefore, Grommash's anomaly was not discovered by the orcs. He persisted until he returned to the camp of the logging yard and returned to his tent, and then he held the tent's wooden stake to catch his breath.

The strong orc was soaked with sweat, as if he had just been picked up from the river, and the blood vessels above and below his body were constantly shrinking and expanding like tiny worms.

The painful sequelae lasted for an unknown period of time. Grommash gradually felt the tingling of sweat as it soaked into the wound. He licked his chapped lips and sat trembling on the animal skin carpet.

The usual [Bloodhowl] Grommash put aside with difficulty, the orc picked up a bowl of water and poured it into his mouth, trying to relieve the hunger and thirst.

Grommash threw the wooden bowl after drinking the water and wiped his mouth, his expression and body were very exhausted: Just as Thrall thought, the erosion of the magic blood in Grommash's body was irreversible.

For this reason, Grommash wanted to do more for the tribe before he was completely tortured by the devil blood and turned into a waste.

He fought recklessly and killed the enemy, not because he liked the feeling of being covered with blood, but because he was afraid that what he did would not be enough to repay the mistakes he had made.

"Time is running out... How can I solve these tricky opponents?" Grommash sat in his seat decadently, his usual aura no longer visible on his face.

Orcs need a stable home to recuperate. It is never a good idea to provoke difficult opponents at this time. Especially this time, Grommash’s instinct told him that those elves may be the most dangerous he has ever encountered. enemy.

"Can't bring this trouble to Thrall..."

Grommash stood up from the ground with strong support. He walked slowly to the wall where the map was placed, and stretched out a rough finger to point on the leather-supported map.

The orcs did not finish exploring the entire Ashenvale, and the orc scout who traveled the farthest was only able to walk into the forest not far from the Warsong Lumberyard, and no matter how far away, no scout could ever come back.

At first Grommash thought that there were beasts and other powerful creatures in this forest, but now he knew that the entire forest was actually under the rule of a powerful race.

The behavior of the orcs felling trees aroused dissatisfaction from these guys.

What Grommash didn't quite understand was that the location of the orcs' logging was located on the border of this forest, and across the river, you could see the mountains and valleys where the orcs' main city was located.

As for the place where the orcs chose to settle, they had already explored it. It was just a barren land where there was no intelligent life to live in. Logging on the border between these two areas would even be attacked.

Grommash felt the inexplicable humiliation. The orcs finally found a new home where they could settle down, yet they were subjected to such drive and unfair treatment?

You know, this time the orcs are not the one who provoked the dispute, they just chopped some wood!