Chapter 268: : Wings and Dignity

In the outer world, the souls here live very lively.
In the Netherstorm region, friends from all corners of the world gathered together and laughed endlessly.
"Go! You crystal plates that shine, the ecological boat is Lao Tzu. If you dare to come, I will kill you in that sad Shattrath city!"
Deathwing's sun-shadowed body screamed through the sky, chasing the retreating Shattras army and blasting its breath.
Narukshili is desperately building a huge barrier of light, blocking the Death King's Dragon King-level dragon's breath with hot lava.
Ever since Deathwing moved to the Netherstorm, it's almost no different from the bandits who dominate the mountain.
First of all, the ecological boat was transformed into an unrecognizable one, and a spaceship that studies plants and various natural technologies is now completely turned into a horror living laboratory full of dark and evil experimental equipment.
Immediately afterwards, Wing King vigorously developed the Worship of the Worship of the Dragon. The members of this cult have all races, and it is simply a world united nation.
The worshippers of the dragon religion madly believe that the death wing is the only one, and only the death wing is the savior who leads the world to a bright future.
With the eco-boat as the center, they kept expanding and infiltrating into the surrounding areas, established a town fortress with black dragon statues, and captured all kinds of living creatures for Deathwing all day and sent them to the eco-boat for Deathwing experiments and research.
It can be said that when the order came out, the Quartet heroes rushed to vote.
The first was a powerful dwarf who came to the eco-boat and saw the wings of death.
"Ah ha ha ha ha! I am Millhouse Mana Storm, and cooperate with me, this world will be destroyed in our invincible anger!"
Then he was beaten and tortured by Wing Jun, honestly.
Millhouse then joined the worship of dragons and became a high-ranking member, who together contributed to the dark experiments of the Wing King.
Because it is not in the world of Azeroth, the Titan deity is too lazy to control himself, so Deathwing is even more unscrupulous.
He ran to blackmail another consortium, extorted a batch of high-tech experimental equipment and technology to improve his laboratory.
The ghosts hated the black dragon with a gritted tooth, but how could this black dragon be too good to fight, and howled so fiercely that he could not use all his counterattacks, but used these counterattacks as an excuse. He severely extorted another sum.
The phantoms were angry, so the phantoms began to spread gold and silver, and called on people with lofty ideals from all over the world to come to slaughter the dragon and receive their huge bounty of up to 10 million gold coins.
A month passed, none of the adventurers came, and none of Mao had seen one.
What a joke, let's go to hard death wings? The adventurers' brains have not yet entered the water.
Not to mention 10 million gold coins, you just let us do the position of the prince of the node, and we will not even bird you.
Everyone is from the world. The glorious deeds of Death Wing are called to know the roots, that is, the group of Naru ’s unbelief must go to pluck the crazy dragon.
Alright now, how about the end?
The trampoline was chased down by more than a dozen streets by Deathwing, and evacuated the Terokkar Forest.
It's okay to have Adar boss play on your own. You little brother working under your hand will pretend to be a big tail wolf.
Narukheli? Sorry, who are you?
So the tentative trial of the new entry force of Deathwing ended. With its sturdy strength and the madness of breaking through the sky, the wing king successfully entered the world of a foreign vassal. Great cause. . . Keke.
In the Blade's Edge Mountains, the new tribe is also worried.
Originally in the Nagrand Prairie, Garrosh brought his soldiers and the Alliance to work every day, and it has caused the tribe a headache. The Storm Kingdom has repeatedly protested to Orgrimmar, condemning Garrosh, the two bitch, which has seriously affected the harmonious relationship between the two parties. Illidan Stormrage spoke directly, and if Garrosh, the second sister-in-law, dared to harass Shadowmoon Valley, he would take the Illidar army to kill him directly.
So Chief Chief Thrall finally spoke, and he transferred Garrosh to the world of Azeroth, and let the son of Hellscream come to Orgrimmar to study quietly.
Gaiaan's grandmother still couldn't twist the dumbfounded Durotan, and agreed to follow Garrosh to the Azeroth world to enjoy the years.
To this beloved grandmother, Garrosh's obedience was better than his father's words.
The situation in the Nagrand Prairie has just been settled, and the tribe can finally free up the chores of Blade's Edge Mountains.
Well, it's a big chore.
Under the leadership of Margron Gruul, the giants of the night empire occupy the Gruul's Lair in the Outer World, preparing to die as a stronghold.
This made the ogres who were new to the Horde feel awful. They had a natural fear and surrender to the Goron giants, not to mention that they have now become the unregressed Margoron giant.
So the tribe sent a messenger group to contact the night empire, and they wanted to negotiate for the departure of the giant Magoron.
Let ’s talk about it, oh, I found out why.
It's still the problem of high elves.
After occupying the entire territory of the Blade's Edge Mountains, the tribe began to extend its tentacles to the Netherstorm, and with the addition of the Ethereum, the Ethereal Node, they still knew the Netherstorm very well.
For the mana furnace, the tribe also wanted to get one for the development of technology and daily energy use.
This caused the high elves to blow their hair, and Count Liadrin led the Knights of the Blood Elves immediately to the area where the west of Netherstorm and the Blade's Edge bordered the Tribal Army to stop the tribal army. We are more restrained and have not let the situation continue to expand.
In the end, the tribe still managed to occupy a small mana furnace in the Netherstorm West, and kept its victory.
The blood elves were angry when they saw that they couldn't fight, so they zoomed in: they told their parents.
The Empire of the Night received a complaint from the blood elves, and it also had a sore face.
The high dignity of the high elves has recurred, it is just the smallest mana furnace, and it will not affect the interests of the high elves in the void storm area.
The high elves who just felt that they had lost face, would not let go of their lives. One attitude was to ask the tribe to apologize to us, and then return the furnace to us.
In desperation, the Night Empire had to order Gruul to take his Magoron giant to nail it to the Blade's Edge Mountain to negotiate with the Horde.
Of course, the night empire did not do anything absolutely. When the two parties negotiated, the empire contacted the tribe in private.
To put it simply: Everyone knows what's wrong with the high elves, and you have to hit him in the face, isn't that all right?
So listen to me, you emptied the mana furnace and left the Netherstorm region ~ EbookFREE.me ~ We also let the giant Magoron of Gruul evacuate Blade's Edge Mountain.
So the chief Chief Thrall, who couldn't laugh or cry, quickly ordered the virtual spirits on his side to dismantle the mana furnace and packed it back to Blade's Edge Mountain.
The chief warrior found that he still underestimated the inexplicable dignity of the high elves. You ca n’t go anyway. Anyway, I have to apologize to us!
A few days later, the annoyed tribe issued a statement: We apologize to Quel'Thalas for the Void Storm conflicts of the past few days.
That's it.
A newly built High Elven fortress town in Netherstorm.
The countess Liadrin's delicate features were about to be thrown into the sky, a glass of wine shaking gracefully in her hand.
"Well, in this case, we Quel'Thalas reluctantly accepted your apology. Remember, there is no next time." Speaking, the countess waved the white jade hand and signaled the tribe's messenger to leave .
The orc messengers rolled their eyes and heard the words, striding out of the long-eared town.
"These long-eared damsels are really holding tightly on the thighs of the Empire of the Night and they are not letting up. What apologizes, ah!"
The orc messenger gestured rudely as he walked towards the town of the high elves.
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