Chapter 436: :crooked? Is it the Legion?

The war really broke out.

The iron army of the puppet orthodox tribe launched an all-out attack on the draenei in Talador. The once-salty friendship and exchange between the two communities no longer existed.

The draenei in the Tartarado area all withdrew into Auchinton and Shattrath, and closed the two twin cities, echoing each other to form a solid line of defense.

水晶 The crystal energy device spreading all over the city is open all day, and the purple arcane shield propped up completely blocks the enemy. The enemy's shells are also accurately intercepted by energy rays, and then detonated in the air,

But this defense can never win. Although the orthodox tribes can't get in, the draenei can't go out either, and the former is not afraid to play such attrition and tug of war.

The Shadowmoon Valley has been fully guarded, and heavy soldiers have been deployed at the gate to the Talador area, and the orcs are firmly not allowed to enter their own hinterland.

Reinforcements are also stepping up preparations. Shattrath and Oakington are under siege. Now they urgently need reinforcements and various supplies.

"This is not the way to go, we must find a breakthrough, otherwise continue to go like this, we will all be dragged to death here."

Inside the magnificent and magnificent Auchinton, there is no longer the peace and tranquility of the past. The soul-binding and wardens have become extremely busy because of the war.

Turani frowned and said to his companions.

"These things are for Lord Velen and the Archbishops to think about. We just need to make sure Okinton is foolproof."

Nyami waved her staff, and the draenei souls around her flew up, and then quickly dived down into the bottomless pit in the center of Oakington. It was German. Lenny's Holy Land Soul Well, the sleeping and sleeping place of countless ancestor souls.

The two are currently the leaders of the Soul Binders. Of all the Soul Binder pastors, they are the most powerful.

Turani is proficient in the power of sacredness and shadow. The specialities of these two priests are extremely smooth for her.

Daniami is biased toward commandments and shadows.

This unique dual-repair advantage of the soul-binding souls is destined that their number will not be large, and each soul-binding soul is an extremely valuable asset of Draenei.

图 At this moment Turani frowned suddenly, and a vague illusion suddenly appeared in her mind.

It's yourself, not yourself.

The Turani in the phantom held a wand that looked very tall. The upper part of the wand looked like Naaru.

大 Archbishop of dawn. . .

The illusion is like a severely disturbed TV signal, fuzzy and intermittent.

A long dagger and a thick book emerged, and the handle of the dagger and the cover of the book grew with a constantly turning eyeball, exuding the energy of shadow.

The spectacle flew around, and a giant gate appeared. The endless starry sky in the door frame slowly turned, and the other stepped out of the door.

Behind her are countless troops, including Draenei, orcs, and various races that she does not know.

"That's hope ... Your Draenei's hope ..."

The whispering whisper echoed in his mind, and Turani experienced the whisper of an ancient for the first time.

The signal was cut off, the illusion shattered and scattered, and Turani gasped, sitting on the ground.

"What happened to you? What happened?"

Ania looked anxious and lifted Turani up, seemingly concerned.

"No ... it's just an illusion, I'm fine, let's continue."

Niami nodded when she heard the words, a little disappointed in her heart.

He didn't seem to be the one who contacted him secretly. Why didn't he contact Turani? Is it because she is not good enough?

Gul'dan. . . Powerful Fel. . . Burning Legion. . .

Niami thought for a moment that she was a little dazed.

It seems that Archbishop Sokresa has already begun to move, and he should speed up.

If you can draw Turani to the gang, it will undoubtedly be a great help.



With the gradual formation of the Dark Portal, the connection and binding of Draenor's world with another world has become closer. This can be vaguely felt by many powerful wizards and warlocks.

The puppet orthodox tribe is very excited because they know that it is a world called Azeroth, a world full of fragile creatures that they can ask for.

The seven orthodox tribes clan chiefs know more. They all watched the time segment contained in Garrosh's time phase fragment.

的 Draenor on his side was on the verge of scourge by Gul'dan. He eventually ran to Azeroth and was defeated, and a Titan still lives in his world, so failure is normal.

But Titan is the only one, the Azeroth world on its own side has nothing, and knows nothing about the Dark Portal and the upcoming invasion.

"You are so good, I don't understand why I have such a big disagreement with you ... And, what death knight has it become? 嗬 ... It's really irritating."

Grom patted Garrosh's shoulders heavily, and then a glass of spirits lifted his head and smothered.

He already knew that the Garrosh in front of him was another son of his own.

He is very satisfied with Garrosh, his character, his strength, his glory and everything, he is a standard and perfect orc!

But why did the tribes over there resist Garrosh? There is another one, another Orgrim and Durotan, what do they think in their heads?

I should be because of that Titan deity. . . Only the gods have the ability to change everything.

But now it doesn't matter anymore. After the Dark Door is completed, they will cross this giant door, enter the world of Azeroth on their side, enter a normal Azeroth without Titan, and then they will Capture that world.



Shadowmoon Valley, Socretha Heights.

As a private territory of the Archbishop of Socrethar, now it has become the largest stronghold of secret study of evil energy and demons.

Sokressa frowned, he was a little strange.

The communication of the summoning contract to the demons of the distorted void seems to have failed, and it failed to complete successfully?

Before Xun waited for him to think clearly, the Devil's Contract came back for a while, and the contract was successful.

really weird. . . Why wasn't the Burning Legion contacted or transmitted into the Twisting Nether, but the contract still succeeded?

A portal made of a blaze of evil energy appeared in midair. At this moment, Socrethar felt countless powerful thoughts to explore himself through the portal.

Then. . .

Twenty-eight are unique in appearance, the devil never seen stepped out of the portal.

They are humanoid demons, with heavy hoofs, sharp claws, and a pair of curved devil horns on their foreheads, revealing cunning and cruelty in their looks.

"I ... is Lord Sartre, Trestan Evilhoof, are you calling us, Draenei?"

"You are also members of the Burning Legion? Why have I never heard of you ... Sartre?"

Trestan narrowed his eyes, raised his right hand, and a chaotic arrow blasted at Socrethar. UU read a book www.wukanshu.com The latter hurriedly put on a layer of mana shield, but was still hit Back.

"Yes, we are the vanguard of the Legion, and you ... Draene, you have to respect us, all of this ... is the will of the Supreme Lord."

Socresa gritted his teeth, and was not angry. He had dealt with the devil more, and he was also used to the chaotic temperament of the devil's words.

"I didn't mean to offend, I just have some questions, why suddenly I can't contact the Legion."

The Sartres laughed after hearing the words, their smiles were a bit cunning and weird.

"Everything is under the watchful eye of God."

Socresa didn't care, Sartres embroidered a ray of evil energy on their chests, just like Sartre's unique decoration.

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