"Wow! what a scary monster!"

"Is our majesty really fighting such a monster?"

"Your Majesty is truly an extraordinary man. ”

Looking at Yugsaron, who was extremely hideous and terrifying even after death, the people and soldiers pointed their fingers one after another.

Then I saw the giantess in the picture, which was also ten stories high.

"That's a giant!" exclaimed a little boy.

"What a beautiful giantess!" a little girl exclaimed at Freya.

"Shhhh Be respectful!" Their mother patiently explained, holding the child, "If you grow up to fight alongside the Guardians and protect our village, you must be as strong as our Majesty." ”

The children nodded as if they didn't understand.

When Freya threw the artifact fragment into Yugsaron's mouth, a terrifying acid mist was raised, and Freya was suppressed by the power of the Titan Rune, then churned, fused, and finally made a hammer with a mysterious turquoise glow float up from the acid, and the entire alliance suddenly boiled.

The Hammer of the Ancient King of Valannale has a glyph grip that seems to be inlaid with copper, and it is suspended between the handle and the hammer head. A mysterious array of Titan runes emitted a warm cyan glow, holding the handle and head of the hammer together with mystical energy.

The hammer head, which appears to be an unknown mysterious vessel, wraps several cyan semi-circular balls with bronze edges. Not only are these cyan hemispheres exuding a charming brilliance, but there are also two earth spirit reliefs on both sides of the hammer head that will rise from the hammer from time to time and rotate counterclockwise around the hammer head, which looks really cool.

"Ahhh

"Look! Artifact—"

"I didn't expect that I would be lucky enough to see the birth of an artifact in my life!"

That is the call of the ancients!

That's a testament to power!

That's the glow of life!

In the eyes of the people and generals, it is a symbol of glory.

Looking at it, the people suddenly felt that they worked in three shifts, and the hard work was worth it.

Looking at it, the soldiers were even more convinced that it was worth it for themselves and their companions to shed their blood!

Everyone couldn't help but burst into tears.

Far away on the continent of Kalimdor, in the Great Hall of the Valley of Heroes in Orgrimmar, the tribal chieftains of Thrall, Woking, and Kane gathered together, staring at each other for a long time.

"How many artifact trophies are there in the Alliance?" Thrall asked in a deep voice.

"The fifth. Woking's voice was neither sad nor joyful.

"The fifth......" Sal sighed.

Not counting the ones you built or got your hands on, it's indeed the fifth.

The first is the Wind Sword, the second is the Firefiend's Hammer, the third is Etiyesh, and the fourth is Solidar. (Although the Aeginos Twin Blades are also artifacts, for the sake of the future, Duke did not order the confiscation of Illidan's weapon, but instead sealed it away from the cage where Illidan was imprisoned.) ）

To say that there is no envy and jealousy is a lie. Thrall couldn't even fool himself. But what position does the tribe have for this kind of covetous spoil?

You can't grab it.

The gap between the alliance and the Horde is already very large. In terms of high-end combat power, the alliance has a bunch of demigods, and the tribe is now ...... Well, Grull, the king of Gollon, is half a man, but it's a pity that he is still disobedient and has no concept of the tribe. In the mortal army, the gap in combat power is no longer an era. Large-scale modern firearms can definitely hit tribes all over the ground.

If it's cooperation, the tribe's contribution is so small, are you embarrassed to ask for it?

In the past, a few chiefs went out to be representatives. This time there was only one Garrosh and a little Sarufar. It's understandable that the alliance doesn't want you to join the hero corps - you can't even bring the army, where are the spare heroes to break through?

It's discouraged to think about.

Thrall looked around, and in the chieftain's hall, Anastrian, sitting on a white bone chair, was an illusion. Thrall noticed that since the accident at the Sun Well on the Alliance's side, His Excellency the Sun King had become nervous, and refused to come to the chief's hall, and shirked it for various reasons. The tasks assigned by the tribe to the forsaken are also all kinds of prevarications, and they will never send people unless they have to.

Although Thrall still hasn't figured out what the former Sun King has in mind that causes him to retreat into his new Dark City in Winterspring Valley even if he offends the Great Chieftain, this does not prevent Thrall's vigilance against him from reaching the peak.

If it weren't for the fact that the Horde was in dire straits, Thrall would have said that he would have fought against the Forsaken.

Next to the Throne of Bones, Gary Vickers, the goblin trade prince, has the best mentality, and he has an expression on his face that he thinks he has been pitted by the tribe. High-tech stuff, don't count on orcs, trolls, gorons and minotaurs. The only tribes can rely on are the more civilized goblins.

It's a pity that for the stingy goblin, this is no longer a blood transfusion, but a cut of meat.

After taking refuge in the Horde, the Rusty Water Chaebol lost its neutral status, and now the Alliance does not even look for the Rusty Water Chaebol for occasional business. The most frequented is the hot sand consortium in Kakisen. Seeing that his fellow goblins were making a lot of money, Gary Vickers couldn't be more depressed. He was completely itching in his heart.

In the main hall, the largest chair originally prepared for Grull, the king of Golon, was not taken to heart by the other party from the beginning. Grull sat there two or three times, and each time he was impatient.

If the development of the tribe is not good, the people's hearts are scattered, and the team is not easy to lead.

When the day-to-day affairs of the tribe were discussed, the leaders dispersed, and Thrall left Woking alone. No one is surprised that Woking is now the tribe's second-in-command, and Thrall's most valued brain.

"What do you think about the strength of the alliance?"

Woking's wise eyes sparkled, and from his mouth came a thrilling word: "The tribe is standing at a fork in the road. Either send all the forces and strong men of the tribe in every big war, take advantage of the fact that the leader of the alliance is still Duke Marcus, fully integrate into the alliance, and implement a complete big mix. ”

Sal was noncommittal, but asked lightly, "What about the second way?"

"Find a strong reinforcement, at least you can resist the power of the Titan Guardians of Azeroth, and then take advantage of the alliance's endless battles, directly fight back......" Woking's voice was calm, but every word inside was cruel and bloody.

Thrall stood with his hands in his hands, looking into the distance, and looking out from the Valley of the Kings, Orgrimmar was still expanding, but there was no thriving expression on the faces of every tribe member, and he suddenly asked, "Is there no third way?"

"In my wisdom...... No more!"