Stratholme God

Chapter 278 The Third Dark Portal War Begins (3 more)
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"What a majestic fortress!" Nazgrel said in Common with a Kul Tiran accent.

"That's right! It took the Duke of Stratholme a year to build this fortress with cement! Although our Lord Mograine is not bad, he is still a bit worse than him. Sigh!" The long queue , a human refugee from Andorhal said in an envious tone.

"Can you tell me a little more about the Duke of Stratholme?"

"Then let's start with the damned orcs."

As soon as the refugee opened his mouth, Nazgrel showed signs of going berserk. Goel secretly held down his entourage with one hand, and listened humbly to the refugee's bragging.

It is undeniable that what the refugees said was processed by bards, and then passed on rumors, full of exaggerated elements.

Goyle seemed to be listening with gusto.

After finally listening, there was a sudden commotion ahead.

"Ah! The number plate dispatcher is here!" Some refugees shouted happily.

Gouyle soon saw a man dressed as an official, followed by a few assistants, and six heavily armed soldiers.The assistants handed the wooden rafts to the refugees in line one by one from a big bucket, and at the same time, they also handed over a piece of black bread.

The official shouted repeatedly with a rolled-up iron horn: "Don't rush! Don't squeeze. Everyone has it. Take bread first, it's free. If you are full, wait for your number to be called, and go to tables 1 to 20." assign work."

After receiving the food and the number plate, the refugees dispersed in a rush, and gathered together with acquaintances in a leeward place.

Finding a place where no one was around, Goyle grabbed Nazguriel: "Do you still remember the purpose of our coming here?"

"Remember." The young orc replied in a low voice: "I just don't accept it, that McDonald is just a lucky human cub, why should he become a hero by slaughtering orcs."

"Before he left, my father told me that the life of an orc has never been easy. The worse it is, the harder we must work. It is easy for us to be impulsive, and it is easy to die, but our compatriots will spend countless times Our time to live a worse life."

Naz Gurel fell silent.

"Father said——we envy that McDonald's luck, but we don't know how long McDonald has accumulated strength before he shines. We are here to learn what he has paid behind his back."

"Understood!" Nazguriel nodded emphatically.

"Obviously, human beings are afraid of an orc named [Thrall]! Then one day, I will use my own strength to prove that I am the Thrall they fear!" Goyle's eyes had a strange look. The light convinced Nazguriel.

"how to prove?"

"Let's learn human knowledge first, even from the humblest farming." Goyle took a bite of the too stiff black bread, and his sharp fangs gave him an extremely strong bite force, even without soaking in water , can also eat black bread: "Then, I want to steal back the [Doomhammer] of the former great chief Orgrim! That is the symbol of the great chief."

"Ah."

Under the sky that originally belonged to humans, two young orcs made a solemn oath.

At the same time, in Alterac Valley.

Kashdrak looked at Durotan anxiously: "Chief, are you so relieved?"

"I have no choice! The time has come for the orcs to change. I hope that Go'el will not only learn the technology of human beings, but also the way of getting along with humans, and then lead the Frostwolves, and even all orcs. , embark on a path of peaceful coexistence with mankind, and even the entire alliance."

"I understand."

Time flies, and the three years of the Dark Portal will soon be here.

Far away in Draenor on the other side of the galaxy, a group of mysterious orcs came to Shadowmoon Valley with a group of metal chariots that made loud noises.

These uninvited guests broke into the residence of the Shadowmoon Clan in an almost rude way.

"Who are you? The Shadowmoon Clan doesn't welcome you." The big shaman with a strange white-gray oil paint on his face, a brown-red skin unique to primitive orcs, and a staff with an orange-red crystal staff in his hand came out.Behind him is a large group of dharma masters who still believe in shamanism.

The leading guest threw a head exuding a tyrannical, terrifying and mysterious atmosphere far away.

Even without the need for his head to fall to the ground, just by glancing at it, the great shaman's heart beat faster and faster.

"Respected elder shaman Ner'zhul, I don't know if you have betrayed your apprentice—Gul'dan's head, can you forgive us for taking the liberty to visit?"

Picking up the heads of his second and fifth disciples, Ner'zhul was in a happy mood and couldn't help laughing wildly.

"Yes! Of course you can! Hahahaha!" He stared at the head of Gul'dan who was dying, and let out a sharp laugh: "My good disciple, I never thought that you and I could meet in this way! "

The orc on the opposite side waited very politely for Ner'zhul to greet his disciple.

Although Gul'dan has been dead for a long time, his consciousness has not completely disappeared.Through the mysterious shaman witchcraft, Ner'zhul can still chat with his good apprentice as a winner.

"Okay, what do you guys want to do here?"

"Dear Elder, I am Sogol. My companions and I have come here across time and space, and I ask you to preside over the overall situation and command the orcs to invade the world of Azeroth again."

Ner'zhul's face showed doubts, he was stunned for a moment, and finally nodded: "Come in and talk!"

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The time came to the Dark Portal on December 3, 12rd year, and McDonnell returned to Stratholme.

Seeing the bright light shining in the lord's study, Liadrin and Vereesa, who had been guarding the castle all the time, rushed in almost immediately.

Then it was a touching farewell.

"You, you're finally willing to come back!" In just a few seconds, Vereesa almost broke down in tears.

"Hmph! You abducted me from the Sun King. If you never come back, I will hate you forever." Liadrin said through gritted teeth.

Uh, the lifetime of a high elf is really long, and that is measured in millennia.

The female elf's hatred is indeed quite terrifying.

"I, I'm back!" McDonald laughed dryly.

"If you don't come back, the alliance might be over." The elusive Cirvanas sat abruptly on the window sill of the study, obviously she jumped up.

"What?" McDonald was shocked.

Alleria pushed open the door of the study, and rolled in with a pile of sheepskins covered with wax seals: "The third Dark Portal War has begun, and Fort Watcher has fallen!"

Grass!no?
Has Watchfort collapsed?What kind of trouble is this?
McDonald was dumbfounded.
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ps, I don't want to update the rest of the world, it has been quite broken recently.The house demolition near my home was very noisy, and there were renovations downstairs.Should be better in a few days.

(End of this chapter)