Chapter 682: Dark Gate 3 years

The conspiracy is terrible because it lies beneath all appearances.
The traversal knows the cheating behavior of the plot, but it is unreasonable to reach the essence through the fog.
Now the only thing Duke can't say for sure is another thing. Why was the robbery squad sent by Ner'zhul in history so easy to grab three artifacts? One of the most important reasons is that Deathwing Nasario intervened.
With the help of the former guardian dragon from that bunker, the Eye of Dalaran, stored in Dalaran's tightest treasure house, was no different from the exhibits placed in glass windows.
The problem is ... Nesario has been killed by Duke!
If the stealing of the three artifacts fails, the dark door will not be completely opened again, there will be no expeditionary affairs, and there will be no subsequent Draenor explosion.
Oh!
So crooked!
Think about it, I do n’t have to work that hard.
Duke held Aurelia hard, it was a feeling that he couldn't wait to rub his lover into his body, completely integrated with himself, sniffing the fragrance of golden hair, Duke Secretly swears: "Come on, Ner'zhul! I don't care if you are the orc's first shaman, or the powerful Lich King! I have dug a big pit for you, depending on when you jump Here in the pit! "
Strategy is particularly effective when the strength is poor and must be strengthened with weak strikes.
When you are strong enough to push the enemy flat, it is meaningless for the enemy to make any conspiracy.
The Dark Gate has been around for 3 years, and this entire year has been spent almost entirely in the rebuilding of the kingdom.
In May, Stormwind announced the implementation of compulsory military service, and every adult man who turned 16 must undergo three months of military training. In addition, women with javelin skills receive additional rewards.
In June, Duke and Dwarf improved steam cranes were introduced at the Storm City reconstruction site, and reconstruction efforts were greatly accelerated. At the same time, the Alliance opened a watch castle in the Cursed Lands.
In July, the Storm Kingdom Engineering Team, under the cover of the Duke Marcus Private Corps, paved the cement road to the Red Ridge Mountains in a stretch and reached the entrance to the Swamp of Sorrows.
In the same month, a large number of fishmen and naga entered the swamp, fighting fiercely with swamp creatures and orcs wandering in the swamp area.
Supplies to the Alliance Barracks in the Blasted Lands are starting to flow.
In August, because the first summer grains in the western wilderness were harvested, a large amount of grain was transported to all parts of Elwynn Forest through cement roads, and the possible food shortages were calmed down.
At the end of September, a good harvest of the Elven Forest made the country happy.
In October, the construction of the cement road that runs through the sad marsh from north to south was completed, and a large number of sentry towers were established along the road.
In November, the laying of a double-track railway running through the entire Elwynn Forest was completed before the winter had fully arrived. This signifies that the triangle junction area from Stormwind City to Redridge Mountain can now be reached in two days.
Trains using early steam engines can now pull four wagons at once, transporting nearly a thousand soldiers quickly to Redridge Mountain.
I heard that newer steam engines are already under development.
In December, the Southern Continental Defense Command was established in Redridge Mountains, with Anduin Lothar as commander-in-chief, and Turalyon as commander of the Watch Castle Alliance forces in the Cursed Lands.
What are the tribes doing when the Alliance is rebuilding and actively responding to the upcoming war?
Sorry!
The Horde is still fighting inside!
A spiky tomahawk transformed from the mandible of the beast was waved by his master. Its speed and power were so amazing that when it struck its target, it had already issued a sharp roar in the air.
In the winter sun, the dozen or so blood pillars soaring from the neck of the orc strongman who was cut off exudes fierce radiance.
The axe's owner laughed wildly, opening his jaw with a green tattoo to an almost impossible width. With his movement, the long black hair fluttered behind his head, and his blind left eye socket exuded an inexplicable red evil light.
And the only other eye he had kept telling him to keep turning, and his tomahawk kept slashing at the enemies who dared to stand in front of him.
"Weak! Too weak! Too weak! Like dregs like you, even humans can't win, and dare to come to my blood ring clan's place to die !?" Kilrogg growled with a screaming eyes.
He continued to wield the tomahawk, slaying orcs from different clans like meat.
Victory is beyond doubt.
But Kilrogg felt emptiness, the enemy in front of him was too weak, compared with the human paladin he had fought against, as if the gap between the wild boar and the dragon was so large.
Make him a superb technique and powerful power useless.
"Kiellog!"
Kilrogg heard someone calling his name, snorted, and turned away, forcing himself to stop being immersed in the desire for fighting.
"Cargas !?"
It was Cargas Bladefist.
It was not a sensible thing to break in when the two clans fought fiercely. If not, it will cause the belligerents to turn around and siege on him at the same time.
He doesn't care.
Because he is Cargas Blade Fist.
Strolling on the battlefield, Cargas was walking in the air. If an orc with no long eyes rushes at him, he will use the jagged evil war blade on his broken arm to send the guy to give birth.
The battle is actually over. The hungry and mad clan hit the seemingly few blood ring clan with long eyes. The end of their tragedy was doomed from the beginning.
This little clan was not pursued, and Kilrogg's men would do it themselves.
Kilrogg walked towards Cargas with his sharp-toothed axe. Although he was still engaged in vigorous activities just now, he was just panting lightly.
He looked up at Cargas, no matter how many times, the evil blade of Cargas's broken arm always impressed him.
"Old friend!" Kilrogg waited for the leader of the Shattered Palms clan to come to him. They clasped each other's hand, of course, their right hand. Kilrogg didn't want to shake his hand on the blade of the opponent.
"It seems that the population of your clan has not recovered! You should learn from my clan!" Cargas showed a rough and cruel smile.
Kilrogg rolled his only remaining eye.
You, you think anyone can learn your broken palm clan, just cut off one hand, put on the war blade, that is to join the clan.
Thanks to this brutal but simple and effective behavior, the population of the Shattered Palms clan is rapidly expanding.
"The blood ring clan will rise again. But, too, are you fed up with such a boring internal fight?"
"Yes! Without Gul'dan, we would have won!" (To be continued.)