Dawn of Lordaeron

You can search "Lordaeron's Dawn Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!A day ago, Tichondrius had received Detherok's message: Naxxramas had fallen, and both Banazar and Varimathras died under the siege of undead natural disasters.

Suddenly missing two teammates, Tichondrius suddenly felt that his heart was so tired, he didn't know whether these guys came to help himself or make trouble for himself.

In just one month, the five dreadlords were missing three, and if the prince went crazy like this, he didn't know if it would be another month before he and Detherlock would have to report back to the Twisting Void.

But he certainly couldn't be driven back so desperately. If the plan of the legion failed because of his own death, it would be better to go back than life.

After losing the only way to subvert Dalaran and seize control of the Book of Medivh-the Undead Scourge, Tichondrius knew that there was no chance to set off a frenzy from the Eastern Kingdoms, and staying there was just a waste of time.

The time for the rise of human civilization is too short. Except that the Guardian Medivh has something useful for the Legion’s coming, it is difficult to get in touch with the Burning Legion.

Therefore, Tichondrius had no choice but to go to Kalimdor to find usable objects from the ruins of the ancient elven empire.

However, it seems that luck has not always been only favoring the human prince, and Tichondrius has gained a lot during the time when the orcs arrived in Kalimdor.

He found a way to build a portal in the ancient books of the fallen elves. Although it is more demanding than the dark portal, with Tichondrius’ magic knowledge, he can still build a temporary portal to accommodate part of the demons.

As long as enough casters are summoned, Tichondrius can let them form a ritual and summon Archimonde's arrival.

"Damn human beings, when Lord Archimonde arrives and destroys the elves and their ridiculous civilization, it's your turn."

Tichondrius hated Arthas, who disrupted his plan repeatedly, but at the same time, he was very surprised that every action of Arthas was like knowing what he would do, which made him afraid. Act hastily.

Fortunately, looking at it now, these are not important anymore, those stupid orcs really had a dispute with the elves, and these lower creatures learned their lesson.

The night elves are not the fragile new races of human beings. Their ability to repel the first invasion of the Burning Legion tens of thousands of years ago has already explained the problem.

Orcs face a powerful enemy that is difficult to defeat. Tradition and customs will not allow them to retreat. They will definitely find ways to repel the enemy.

Although the method is old, it is quite easy to use when used on the stunners like orcs.

While Tichondrius was thinking, the dark green deep portal next to him slowly opened, and the other side of the door showed a barrenness, and a pungent sulfur smell poured out.

A sturdy thigh collapsed from the portal. On the ground around the sole of the foot, the flowers and shrubs instantly withered and became scorched, seeming to have been burned by the high-temperature flames.

Under the footsteps of the Lord of the Abyss, the green place that was originally full of vitality instantly turned into a scene on the other side of the portal.

The tall abyss lord Mannoroth walked out of the portal. His huge body was like a hill, giving people a heavy sense of oppression. He unscrupulously stretched his body, and the evil energy would like magma to the surrounding land. All pollution.

"Ten thousand years, I'm finally back." He took a deep breath, a terrible smile appeared on his ugly face, "Good job, Tichondrius."

"Take your breath down a bit. Our large forces have not yet arrived. If the elves who guard the forest are attracted, everything will be destroyed!" Tichondrius said with a stern face, he didn't want to be right now. Go on those elves.Love the book www.aikenshu.com

"Oh ha ha, your nerves are too tense, it looks like you are being bullied by the creatures here," Mannoroth pierced his double-headed euphorbia into the ground, "I don't hide like you. "

"Whatever you want, if the summoning ceremony is interrupted, it is not me who will be punished."

Tichondrius had long known that Mannoroth would not listen to him, so he waved his hand and ignored what Mannoroth did.

Hearing the word "punished", Mannoroth reluctantly condensed his breath, his eyes showed a fierce look, "What needs the great Mannoroth to do?"

"Blood, I need your blood to get those orcs into a frenzy again, just like in Draenor."

Tichondrius took out an orc skull. The owner of this skull had been dead for a long time, but in his skull there was still a fel flame that seemed to never extinguish.

In this flame, there is also deep hatred and anger, indicating that the owner of the skull must have encountered some injustice or betrayal before his death.

Mannoroth recognized the familiar aura on the skull, "This is... Gul'dan's head?"

"Yes."

Tichondrius played with the skull in his hand. The orc warlock died in the tomb of the "god". His body was torn apart, but most of his demonology and chaotic energy remained in his skull. .

Gul'dan was in pursuit of greater power. He was no longer satisfied with the part given to him by the Burning Legion, so he led his clan and betrayed the tribe at the most critical time of the orc war.

The orcs who lacked the caster were defeated in the face of the alliance's offensive. The reason Orgrim hated Gul'dan was that Gul'dan sent someone to assassinate his friend and ruin Draenor. It was Gul'dan's betrayal that caused the Horde to lose all the games.

But now, the skull of this orc warlock is in the hands of Tichondrius!

"When the orcs crossed the sea, I noticed a familiar energy fluctuation, so I stopped by to take a look. I didn't expect this unexpected gain."

"Humph, but it's just an orc, what are you going to do with this thing?"

Tichondrius' smile became sinister, "The elves have turned away from the tradition of magic and changed to practice the way of Druids, pursuing natural balance. The forest is their backing, but what if the forest betrays them?"

Mannoroth, who understood the intention of Tichondrius, lost interest in this. Compared to making the enemy of the Legion torn up by insidious tricks, Mannoroth prefers to destroy everything with violence.

"Go and do what you want, and I will guard here until the army arrives."

Tichondrius bowed very gently, "Don't forget the orcs."

The Abyss Lord waved his hand impatiently, "I see, can't I even deal with a group of orcs? I said, you do your thing, and the Legion arrives here is left to me!"

Seeing Mannoroth's performance, Tichondrius showed no fluctuations on the surface, but his heart was extremely contemptuous of this stupid lizard. If Lord Archimonde had not appointed this guy as an adjutant, why should he be so angry?

But there is no point in arguing with the Lord of the Abyss. After destroying Azeroth and completing all the tasks, he doesn't mind giving this "large lizard" a lesson in the Twisting Void.