Chapter 132: The Burning Legion and the Prophet of the God Club (1)

(Girls Literature) Grom Hellscream led their warsong clan warriors and defeated the demigod Cenarius and the sentry led by the opponent. Now they returned to the village of the night elves where they found springs in Ashenvale Here, they established their new camp. They are now here to relieve the pain after the battle and at the same time recharge their energy, ready to fight again!
Well, to put it bluntly, they drank the blood of the devil and hacked the night elves and demigods. After that, the effectiveness of the blood of the demon began to weaken. They are now a bit weak and tired, and they need a good rest. , When they are almost recovered, they will take drugs again and go find those night elves to go shopping!
Facts have proved that these orc warriors who drink the blood of the devil have enough power to defeat the seemingly powerful night elves!
Their violent attacks, often with a straight slash, can directly smash those elf sentries and the nightsaber under the opponent's seat into pieces! They only need one charge collision, and they can directly rush the opponent's formation! Even if it is the forest demigod, the natural defense that the opponent relied on has turned into paper, and in the end he has already hated under the roar of their Chief Grom? Hellscream...
Facts have proved that as long as they have enough power, even a demigod can be killed by their orcs! And the power is here in their current camp. As long as their Warsong clan continues to sit on this spring, perhaps, with the power of their Warsong clan alone, they can finally defeat the night elves and obtain victory? In this regard, the simple-minded orc warriors are full of hope for the future of the tribe!
While Grom Hellscream was discussing with the high-ranking warriors of his Warsong clan, preparing to decide the next night elf camp to be attacked, a discordant laughter suddenly sounded in the forest outside.
"Hahaha...stupid orcs, finally let me find you! Hahaha..."
Mannoroth, the abyssal demon king, took two demon guards and broke into the security circle of the Warsong clan camp. He laughed loudly and watched the bloodthirsty and violent orc warriors with red eyes and rage around him. .
However, Mannoroth looked at them so indifferently, his eyes were full of contempt. He was now confident and didn't mind that these orcs had surrounded him.
Now it seems that the dreadlord's strategy is quite effective. These powerful bloodthirsty orc warriors have now entered his urn, and can no longer escape the palm of his Mannoroth!
"Sure enough, it's no wonder... the devil! If I'm not mistaken, you put the blood in this well water, and then let people lure us to come here and drink it, right? Right?"
Hearing the abnormal movement outside, Grom brought up his gorehowl, and took a few followers, and rushed out of a night elf tree house. With just one glance, he saw the tall and fierce figure surrounded by orc warriors. It was a powerful and hideous demon—the Abyss Demon King!
"Hehehe... you are right! Although this is the trick of the little bug from Tichondrius, it is not impossible for you to treat all of this as mine. Hehehe..."
Mannoroth, the Demon Lord of the Abyss, looked at Grom Hellscream with a gorehowl with some appreciation. He was very satisfied with this orc chieftain!
In fact, even he himself did not expect that after drinking the demon blood on his body, this orc would have the power to kill a demigod! This surprised him too much! That's why he came here so impatiently, ready to receive these orcs.
"That's all the nonsense! So, now, Orcs! I, Mannoroth, is here to announce: From now on, all the fighters of your clan will be taken over by me, Mannoroth! Hahaha..."
Mannoroth waved his halberd and laughed wildly. He only paid some insignificant blood, but in the end he harvested such a powerful group of berserk orc warriors. No business would be more cost-effective than this time.
"Devil! Don't think about it! Warriors, listen to my orders, follow me, and smash these three demons!"
Seeing this demon trying to control himself and his warsong clan, Grom was anxious, and quickly raised his gorehowl, and ordered the orc warriors to attack with him! In front of them, what came to their camp was nothing more than a seemingly powerful abyss lord and two demon guards. Grom felt that their chances of defeating the other side were quite big!
"You...what's wrong?"
Looking at the tangled, confused, or sluggish faces of the warriors of the clan, while he was clenching Gorehowl with his hands, Grom, who was about to charge, couldn't help but stunned. He had just given the order, warrior. Why do we stay where we are so deaf?
"Ha ha ha... It seems that you still don’t understand... Is my Mannoroth’s blood so delicious? Now that you drink it, then you will accept my control forever and burn for us. Fight for the Legion!"
The reason why these orcs surrounding the Abyss Lord didn't immediately launch an attack, but stayed in place one by one, because Mannoroth had just used the power of the demon blood to directly control them. Now, they are nothing more than a group of puppets with violent power under his Mannoroth, and they are the most obedient and combat puppets!
"No! Devil, don't think about it! I will definitely kill you!"
Unexpectedly, this was the result. Grom's chest was filled with anger instantly, and he began to burst out his whole body power, ready to charge the abyss demon and deliver a fatal blow, just like killing the forest demigod not long ago. Same time!
"Hmph! Want to resist? Honestly kneel down and pray for my mercy, my new pet!"
After Mannoroth hummed disdainfully, he squinted his eyes slightly and began to activate the control of the demon blood on the strongest orc warrior. In just an instant, he had to drop his weapon and knees. Kneeled down.
"No...what did you do to me?"
After kneeling down on the ground, Grom clasped his head with both hands, trying to struggle to get up and attack, but it was a pity... the inexplicable evil force had already controlled him in his body, he even It is impossible to stand up again, let alone raise a weapon to fight back.
"Oh? Even now I want to resist? Interesting..."
"Then, after using my power to fight the night elves, now, I order you to attack you orcs yourself in turn, what do you think of this proposal? Isn't it fair? Ahahaha..."
Abyss Lord Mannoroth began to laugh wildly again. He thought his idea was very good, so he asked the violent orcs to turn around and beat their own tribe. Anyway, he could kill as much as he could. How distressed!
"Do not……"
Grom was almost lying on the ground, his own consciousness, constantly washed away by those violent forces, began to get more and more confused, his eyelids heavier and heavier, and finally, everything fell into silence... he, Now it has been completely controlled by the demon Mannoroth...
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In the hidden valley of Ashenvale, in the pioneer camp of the Burning Legion, when the dreadlord Tichondrius was wondering to find Mannoroth, when he was wondering and wondering, he found Mannoroth’s The two demon guards walked straight back from outside the camp.
"You two, come here! I ask you, where is your leader Mannoroth? Why can't I find him?"
The dreadlord subconsciously felt that the two demon guards who had just returned from the outside seemed to know where their big boss went.
"Lord Mannoroth went to receive the orcs just now. After seeing that there was nothing for us, we returned first."
The two demon guards responded a little impatiently to the dreadlord. They are the demon guards of the abyss lord, but they are not in charge of this big bat!
"Accept, accept the orcs? Those warsong clan orcs who drank the spring water? Why did he Mannoroth want to accept them?"
Tichondrius felt very puzzled. It seemed different from what they planned before?
Isn't it a good idea to let those orcs attack the night elves wantonly? There is no need to receive control, they will all fight by themselves, right? What does Mannoroth want to do? Now there is no need to do anything. The orcs will also find trouble with the night elves. Wouldn't it be unnecessary for him to do this? Or is that big guy panicking idle?
"Where do we know the leader's thoughts? However, before we return, Lord Mannoroth has issued an order to make the orcs turn their heads and attack the orcs' camp!"
After speaking, the two demon guards who were already very impatient turned their heads and left, no longer caring about the dreadlord who was in a sluggish state.
"..."
After Tichondrius listened, he was completely stunned! He had no idea what language to use to describe that idiot Mannoroth!
Now, the orcs of the Warsong clan are fighting well against the night elves, can they just keep fighting like this? On the one hand, it can continue to consume the night elves' vital power; on the other hand, it will further deepen the hatred between the two sides, and make the conflict between the orc tribe and the night elves a little bigger and more brutal! Isn't it great?
And now, Mannoroth's idiot, whose power and brain are inversely proportional, has taken control of the orcs of the Warsong clan without authorization, and has instead let them attack the orc tribe? What is he going to do? Is he a spy sent by the night elves? Or maybe, his IQ has been pulled down to the point of being parallel to those boars in Kalimdor?
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At the same time, Archimonde, who was far away in the King City of Lordaeron in the eastern continent, had no idea what the situation was on the continent on Kalimdor, let alone the abyss demon he was optimistic about. Mannoroth is so stupid that he messed up the original plan of sitting on the mountain and watching tigers fight carefully planned by the dreadlord Tichondrius...
He Archimonde has no time for him now. He just drove back from Stratholme back to the city of Lordaeron, and immediately summoned the two dreadlords Anathron, Desai, who were still stranded here in Lordaeron. Locke and the death knight Arthas and the legendary Lich Kel'Thuzad, as well as some high-ranking generals from the Burning Legion.
Before Stratholme was played by a little girl as a sandbag for hundreds of rounds, he was suffocated. Now he urgently needs to transfer his hatred and speed up his original plan. He doesn't want to wait too long here in the Eastern Continent. He wants to reach Kalimdor as soon as possible and get the stronger power he needs, that is the Well of Eternity!
"Alsace! Tomorrow, you will lead two hundred thousand undead troops to sweep the Silverpine Forest and the Gilneas human kingdom. I need you to turn all the living people in these two places into undead before the end of the winter. , And bring it back to me, do you understand? Little bug?"
Archimonde is in a very bad mood now because of a certain little girl, very bad! Now it's best to pray that no one will touch him, otherwise, that person will definitely die and look ugly!
"As you wish, sir! It's just that... the Gilneas Kingdom has a majestic Greymane Wall. If you only rely on the power of the undead, I'm afraid you can't easily break them in a short time..."
Arthas did not dare to refuse or contradict him. Now anyone can tell that the polluter Archimonde is in a bad mood. It is said that he rushed to support Stratholme today and did not return until just now.
But now, it is this kind of angry and gloomy expression, as long as you are not a fool, I am afraid you will know that he was deflated at Stratholme! Could it be... he was hit by the enemy in Stratholme? Still lost the battle? I'm afraid everyone present has this idea, right? It's just that no one is stupid enough to ask about this now, and of course Arthas won't.
After thinking about it, even if he knew that Archimonde was in anger right now, he still had to say something that should be said. If he led an army of 200,000 undead, he wanted to take down the Kyrgyz Kingdom protected by a magnificent wall. This is obviously a fantasy!
Alsace knew very well that since the Kingdom of Gilneas, after the Second War ended and withdrew from the Alliance, those steadfast lunatics began to take the initiative to abandon the territory of the southern Silverpine Forest and at the same time built the majestic Gray The Wall of Maien! Since then, no one can inquire about the least bit of news about this country, because the gate of their city wall has never been opened!
In Alsace, after the end of the Second Orc War, the Kingdom of Gilneas, as the third largest kingdom in the human world, would definitely have a population of about one million. Now, with an army of only 200,000 undead, It is too embarrassing to attack an enemy with a big defensive advantage!
"Huh! Useless thing! This time... I will send Desailuoke to lead part of the army of the Burning Legion to go with you, and I will grant him the power to destroy the city wall. Now, little bug, do you have any questions? ?"
Archimonde stared at this Arthas for a while, and finally decided to reluctantly send a Dreadlord and part of the Burning Legion to assist the opponent.
"Your will, my lord, I will completely destroy the Kingdom of Gilneas before spring comes."
As long as he can destroy the majestic Greenmane Wall, he has the confidence to defeat Gilneas! Therefore, Arthas quickly lowered his head deeply, expressing his obedience to Archimonde's order. However, the resentful look in his eyes betrayed him, but when he lowered his head, no one could see it.
"And you! Kel'Thuzad! You led one hundred thousand natural disaster troops, responsible for cleaning the Hillsbrad Hills and Arathi Highlands! You also need to bring back enough undead troops for me before the end of winter, not the slightest. Delay, did you hear that?"
After explaining the death knight Arthas, Archimonde turned to look at the legendary lich. His Archimonde needs to go to the west and head straight to Kalimdor after the winter is over!
As for the south...maybe I can't take care of it temporarily. After all, there may be too late in time, so he has to wait for him to get the power of the Well of Eternity, and then turn around to destroy this side. Of course, when the time comes, that cunning little girl will be indispensable!
"Yes, the great Archimonde!"
Kel'Thuzad didn't have any rebuttal, and he simply responded to the order. As far as he knows, the humans in these two places are almost gone!
Hillsbrad Hills only has a little resistance in Nanhai Town. When he leads the army, it must not be too difficult to break it!
And Arathi Highlands is even more important. In addition to syndicates and some ogres, it is also a small army of the fallen prince Garin Trollbane, with their small number of troops. In the face of undead natural disasters, all are vulnerable!
What he should worry about Kel'Thuzad is that he just needs to get back to Lordaeron before the end of winter, right? However, it shouldn't be a big problem. Now the winter has just begun. In addition, the undead army does not need to rest, and there should be too much time.
"Very good! Then you can roll now! You will leave tomorrow. Remember, I need to see the army I need before the end of winter!"
After explaining the military affairs, Archimonde waved his hand like a fly, and signaled that the obnoxious guys disappeared from his sight.
"Anatheron, things here in Lordaeron, you have to hurry up, especially the portal of the Legion! You have to collect more materials, summon more Legion soldiers, and when the winter is over, I will lead They crossed the sea directly to destroy those nasty night elves. Do you understand?"
After confessing the matter to the last dreadlord who was still stuck here, Archimonde waved his hand likewise, indicating that the others could also get out with others! Now Archimonde himself needs to be quiet...
"By the way! Remember to restrain the undead natural disasters and the soldiers of our Burning Legion, before we take the Kalimdor continent... let them not temporarily cross the border of the Sodoril River!"
This is one of the agreements made by Archimonde and Little Annie, that within three years, Archimonde and his undead demons will not be able to go to the Western Plaguelands. The river is the boundary.
The reason why this contract was made was that Xiao Annie needed time to wait for the space gems to recharge. Three years should be enough when she wanted to come. When the time comes, she rolls up the bedding and runs away, even if this big devil thinks of a way to crack the gem of time, what can he do with himself? Where will he find her then?
As for Archimonde, he also needs time so that he can conquer the continent of Kalimdor and gain the mighty power of the new well of eternity!
Therefore, Archimonde intends to abide by this agreement for the time being. He needs to spare his hands and go to Kalimdor to destroy the night elves, and then draw the infinite power of the Well of Eternity... At that time, he Kermond swears that after he gains a powerful force, he will definitely come back. He will definitely catch the nasty demigod girl, draw out her soul, and take it back into the twisted void to torture for ten thousand years!
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The night passed quickly. After Annie cleaned up the big-mouthed monster called Yogg-Saron, she quickly went into sleep again, until the next morning, her maid Lana, Only then carefully pushed her up in the queen's bedroom...
"Sister Lana... Oh... Didn't you tell me... Before the sun hits the foot of my bed, don't come to wake me..."
Little Annie raised her head sleepily, looked at her maid Lana, then turned her head and looked out the window, um...the sun is still very soft, and there is no overshoot... it's not yet noon, still keep sleeping Right... Then, she pulled the soft silk quilt and directly covered her cute little head.
"Your Majesty, I don't want to wake you up right now... But there is a strange black-robed wizard outside. He said that he is a prophet and wants to see you with important things, so..."
When Lana saw Anne waking up, she hurriedly explained that, otherwise, after a while, her queen would go to sleep again. Her Majesty's anger was very strong. She didn't dare to wake her up. Twice!
"Let Shane... Knox... do it..."
Little Annie's dull voice soon came out of the quilt. Now nothing is more important than her sleeping! What a prophet is not a prophet, Annie said that she didn't know, and she would meet whoever liked it!
"Master Shane Knox is still at Stratholme. You came back alone last night..."
Lana said a little bit dumbfounded.
Yesterday, the news of Stratholme's complete victory, she had just learned. Until now, Lord Shanknox is still preparing for construction in Stratholme in the distance! Except for Her Majesty the Queen, there are only three to five thousand fire elements left in the Flame Canyon. Oh, there are about a thousand humans who are preparing to build a small town here, and those fire eagles, they have also flown back a lot.
"Then... let its nephew... son... go..."
Annie was very sleepy. She was hiding in the quilt. She closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep in a daze. Without thinking about it, she directly named a fire demon's boss...
"My Majesty, Master Hunter Shatulu, it hasn't come back yet in Stratholme!"
Lana almost laughed angrily. Now, Queen Anne's consciousness must not be sober, right? Why are you talking nonsense about these dreams?
"Let the royal...the guard...the leader go..."
Annie was in a daze, and she was about to fall asleep again...
"The guard commander doesn't quite understand human lingua franca, so he asked me to call you!"
Lana, the queen's maid, is a bit crazy now.
The lingua franca of the guard commander is still learned from her Lana. Now besides being able to understand some basic conversations, where can I meet a seemingly important visitor? In its ten sentences, at least half of it will not understand!
"Let...that...human...head...go..."
Come on, this is all right, there was a soft snoring sound from the quilt, and Xiao Annie finally went to sleep again. Now, Lana is afraid to wake her up...
So, about a quarter of an hour later, in the main hall of the Flame Queen’s palace, there was a very interesting scene: here, on behalf of the Flame Kingdom, who came to meet Medivh, the great prophet, turned out to be a human maid dressed in a maid costume; A head of the Fire Demon royal guard who still doesn’t know the situation; plus a former Lordaeron veteran who thinks he has been valued by the Queen and appears to be energetic, and the future mayor of Flame Town in the current Flame Canyon human construction —Old John!
"..."
Medivh looked at the three funny combinations in front of him speechlessly. For a while, he didn't know what to say...
The three standing in front of him now, a maid dressed as a maid, a fire demon in a dumb state, and a veteran with a beard and scum, no matter how he looks at them, none of them seem to be the master, okay ? What the are they doing in this flame kingdom?
"I'm sorry, the mysterious prophet! Our Majesty is still resting, because yesterday she led an army to fight Stratholme. Not only did she wipe out the undead, but also the powerful demon! So, Now she needs enough sleep time. If you have nothing important, you can tell me now that I have been ordered by Her Majesty to handle this matter."
After patted some dirt on his armor, Old John stepped forward two steps and stood on the first step below the Queen's Throne. He looked at the black robe in front of him with a wooden knot in his hand. Prophet.
Now in Old John's heart, let alone how excited he is! Look, he was originally just a little lieutenant in charge of twenty people. After he came to Flame Canyon, he became a garrison officer in charge of ten thousand people. Although he was almost at the refugee gate now, he was still a future mayor of Flame Town who managed thousands of people.
What he never expected was that the position of the mayor hadn't been hot for two or three days, he unexpectedly appeared as the chief consul of the Flame Kingdom temporarily? If this remuneration is spoken out, how many people might be envious of death!
This is Hong Guoguo's qualifications. In the future, if he intends to continue mixing in the Flame Kingdom, he only needs to write the current affairs on his personal form, and see, Her Majesty has made him a consul once! In this case, ensure that his old John's official road will go straight and unimpeded!
"..."
Medivh did not speak. He came this time, but there are very important things, and the veteran in front of him...looked at the other's armor and outfit, and the wretched look, which made Medivh unable to do anything. Trust each other!
"Sorry, can I take the liberty to ask, this armor on you seems to be the standard equipment of the Lordaeron Infantry Corps? And... the rank... seems to be a second lieutenant?"
After being silent and entangled for a while, Medivh finally asked cautiously. Anyway, if he didn't figure it out, he would never say his intention casually.
"Oh! You read that right, before the undead natural disasters broke out, I was indeed a guard tower in the Kingdom of Lordaeron! It's just that I am now the mayor of Flametown. Moreover, I was appointed by the Queen just now. The temporary ruling of the Flame Kingdom has the full authority to handle the matter of your visit! If you have anything, you can say it now."
Old John held his head up and chested again, his expression complacent.
It's so pitiful to see, his mud-legged old John could one day become the ruler of a kingdom, and he stood in the queen's palace to meet a powerful mage visitor! On this matter, after he was able to go back, he could brag with the bunch of under his hands for a hundred days!
"...I think I'd better wait, and wait until your Queen wakes up..."
After hearing that the other party really did what he thought, Medivh almost didn't scold his mother!
What he was going to say was about the life and death of the entire Azeroth world, UU read www.uukanshu. Where can com tell the little former ensign of Lordaeron in front of him? Can you understand you? Isn't this playing the piano! Anyway, Medivh will never discuss the major events in the world of Azeroth with this veteran! no way!
"Hmph! Then wait slowly! Wait until Her Majesty wakes up! Don't blame me for not reminding you, it is morning, if you can see Her Majesty before the sun goes down, I will consider you lucky!"
Damn, this mysterious old guy dare to dislike his identity? Angrily old John waved his hand, snorted, and walked directly outside the palace.
This black-skinned guy who looks down on people! How dare you look down on his old John? This is really outrageous!
It's not that he brags, if this old man wants to discuss major issues in the country, his old John will definitely be much more reliable than Her Majesty Queen Anne!
His old John can still remember that two days ago, these people were preparing to clean up the rugged land on the new site of Flame Town. When construction was about to begin, Her Majesty Queen Anne wanted to come and help because of her boredom.
But in the end, she slapped her hand as a big fireball, blasting a big hole in the land they had originally planned to build a small town square and struggling to level, and they had to spend an extra day. Just reluctantly fill in the big hole...
"..."
Medivh didn't pay attention to the old John who turned around and went out, even if he waited until night today, he must see the queen of the flame kingdom! He can still afford to wait for only a day's time.
After all, what he was going to say, I am afraid that he could really only talk to this magical and powerful queen. If it was replaced by other people, whether it was these fire elements or the humans who had just gone out to take care of things, it was not appropriate.