Stratholme God

Chapter 276 Infiltrating into the Human World (1 more)
After McDonnell left, compared with the earth, the time of Azeroth seemed to press the fast-forward button 10 times. In fact, on the day that Deathwing jumped into the volcano, the gears of the conspiracy started again.

Dark Portal!

The majestic castle of Watchfort only exists in the blueprint, and it is still the Alliance Expeditionary Force led by Turalyon who guards the Blasted Lands.

This is definitely a chore.

The once fertile land was tossed by Gul'dan and turned into barren land, not to mention, there are still remnants of evil energy in some places.It is really life-threatening for ordinary humans to approach.

Evil energy is the land of life, taken from life, and reborn into a very chaotic energy.

A small amount of evil energy is fine. Once it exceeds the size of a fist, it will automatically absorb people's vitality. Many patrol soldiers are tied to adults like this.

This becomes that most of the time it is best for the paladin to open the way, find out, and then set the route as a patrol route.After all, even though there is no grass growing on the cursed land, there are still some remnants of demons. These are small wild demons produced by various summoning experiments when the Warlocks of the Shadow Council came here.

This also led to poor patrolling and guarding around the Dark Portal.

No one noticed that a human figure in black clothes and armor and a crown of flames descended silently around the Dark Portal while taking advantage of the darkness.

He has a handsome and heroic face, a big beard that looks like an upside-down [屮] character, and arrogance engraved on his face.

"Hey? Is this the portal of darkness that my father said? Interesting toy! It's just that Onyxia is so useless that I have to go there myself."

This person, no, this dragon, is none other than the famous Black Dragon Prince Nefarian.

That is, today, in order to operate secretly, he did not have a big gemstone like a brazier on his head.Otherwise, with his coquettish bag, it would definitely be as dazzling as a bright light in the dark night.

Gently pressing the 'claw' that turned into a human hand on the void 'door panel' in the middle of the Dark Portal, it seemed that what he opened was not the Dark Portal, but the coffin board of a million orcs. Give him a "Suona Version of Hei Ge Carrying the Coffin".

It's a pity that when McDonnell left this world, all the players were forcibly ejected from this world. The famous Trident Legion followed their lord overnight and disappeared from the world.

The door didn't fully open, it just opened up a wave-like spatial fluctuation that was as high as a person, easily swallowing Nefarian in.

No one knows what the Black Dragon Prince did to the distant world of Draenor.

Time passed, and the second year of the Dark Portal entered winter.

The originally raucous Battle of the Dark Portal came to an end, leaving only chicken feathers on the ground. All countries are like wounded beasts, licking their own wounds.

A piece of news spread among the high level of the alliance—the Duke of Stratholme, who almost single-handedly supported the entire war, left this world temporarily, which was said to be the arrangement of the bronze dragon king Nozdormu.

He was almost dragged into the alliance of the dragon clan's civil war, of course he didn't dare to give half a fart.

But the N kings beat their chests and stomped their feet. Only when they lost, did they realize the preciousness they once had--such a big local tyrant actually left as soon as he said it, and I haven't had time to collect [-] million points of wool!
Before McDonnell left, he left letters to Bovar, Lao Taizi, Mograine and other relatively close bosses.

It's one thing to talk about arrangements, but another to gather wool.

Without McDonald's additional approval, who would dare to embezzle the money from the Stratholme family treasury to support other countries?

Before leaving, the palace phase became the left and right palace phase.

Lord Barthilas on the left, Lor'themar Theron on the right.

Barthilas is in charge of internal affairs, and Lor'themar is in charge of military logistics. They work according to the five-year plan and check each other. Neither of them can afford an extra copper coin.

Without the powerful center of McDonnell, the operation of the entire Stratholme Territory is quite satisfactory, but it lacks spirituality.

This, inadvertently, gave an orc clan in the Alterac Mountains breathing room.

On a snow-covered mountainside.

"Oh!"

With a loud bang, a green-skinned orc smashed a big hole through which the orcs could pass through by a green-skinned orc with a sledgehammer.

An orc held a shield made of animal head, bark, and planks, and headed in front of the guard tower. After a fierce and short duel, a larger number of orcs won.

"Oooo--"

"Lok'Tar!"

Over a hundred orcs roared excitedly.No one expected that they centered on an overly young orc, and praised him with all the stars.

At this time, another team of orcs approached, and the leader was Kashdrak, the former chieftain of the Black Scar clan. Totem of the Frostwolf.

"Great job, Gooyle! It's totally invisible, you're just a 12-year-old kid."

The green-faced, youthful and handsome Goel held his head high: "I'm already a qualified fighter."

"I can tell, young master." Kashdrak saluted respectfully.

"Go back first."

"it is good."

The orcs rode white wolfs and galloped.

Along the way, there were orc hunters driving special wargs with broom-like tails tied to their tails, sweeping the ground while running S-shaped, erasing the footprints of the large army.After a gust of snow, no experienced hunter could see any footprints left.

They came to a narrow valley that seemed deserted.

Visually, this is a valley less than 40 meters deep, but in reality, there is no way out, and there is another village with dark willows and flowers. At the end of the valley, there is actually a long and narrow tunnel that can accommodate up to two carriages in parallel. The [-]-meter tunnel At the end, there is a bigger valley in it.

This is the settlement of the Frostwolf Clan [Frostwolf Valley].

Due to the very high altitude and the fact that there are tenth-level winds mixed with hail all year round at the top of the valley, this is an absolute blind spot for human reconnaissance.

The Frostwolf clan, who are accustomed to living in the ice and snow environment, have long taken root here.

Suddenly I heard a greeting.

"Guyle, the chief is looking for you."

"it is good!"

When they came to the largest wooden house, Goyle and his party saw a burly brown-red skinned orc with only one left arm left.

"Father!" Goyle bowed his head and saluted.

"Son, you're back!"

If McDonnell or the Sand Sculpture player were there, he would be shocked, because he was the Frostwolf Clan chief Durotan who had theoretically been assassinated by Gul'dan's assassins.

The world line has obviously gone wrong!
Durotan, who was supposed to be dead, is still alive. Normally speaking, Thrall, the great chief of the tribe who is only 2 years old this year, is almost 13 years old, and now uses his real name [Guil].

"Father, do you need me?"

"Yes, there is a major event that concerns the survival of all orcs, and you must do it yourself."

"what's up?"

"Sneak into the human world and learn human civilization and knowledge!" Durotan played with a strange bead: "Use this thing."

(End of this chapter)