The conspiracy is terrible because it lurks beneath all appearances. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The traverser knows that the cheating behavior of the plot is actually quite unreasonable to go straight to the essence through the fog.

The only thing Duke couldn't be sure of now was one more thing - why did the robbery team sent by Neozu in history succeed so easily and grab three artifacts? One of the most important reasons was that Deathwing Nesario intervened.

With the help of the former guardian dragon that had to fly from the bunker, the Eye of Dalaran was stored in the most heavily guarded treasury of Dalaran and was no different from the exhibits in the glass window.

The question is...... Nesario has been tricked to death by Duke!

If the stealing of the three artifacts fails, the dark gate will not be completely opened again, and there will be no expeditionary force, and there will be no subsequent Draeno explosion.

Oh!

It's cool!

Just thinking about it, I don't have to work so hard, sir.

Duke hugged Aurelia hard, it was a feeling of wanting to rub the lover in his arms into his body and completely become one with himself, smelling the fragrance wafting between the golden hairs, Duke secretly swore to himself: "Come on, Naozu! I don't care if you are the first shaman of the orcs or the powerful Lich King! I have dug a big pit for you, it depends on when you jump into the pit!"

Strategy is especially effective when the strength is not strong and must be attacked by the weak.

When you are strong enough to push the enemy, then it is pointless for the enemy to engage in any more intrigues.

The 3rd year of the Dark Gate, which was spent almost the entire year in the midst of the rebuilding of the kingdom in full swing.

In May, the Kingdom of Stormwind announced compulsory military service, requiring every adult male over the age of 16 to undergo three months of military training. In addition, women who master the skills of the javelin receive additional rewards.

In June, the reconstruction was greatly accelerated by the introduction of a joint improvement steam crane by Duke and the Dwarves at the Stormwind reconstruction site. The Alliance also built the Watchtower in the Cursed Lands.

In July, under the cover of Duke Marcus's private army, the Stormwind Kingdom engineering team paved the concrete road to the Red Ridge Mountain in one go, leading to the entrance of the Sorrowful Swamp.

In the same month, a large number of fish-men and naga entered the swamp and fought fiercely against the swamp creatures and the orcs wandering in the swamp area.

Supplies to the Alliance camp in the Cursed Lands began to flow smoothly.

In August, due to the bumper harvest of the first summer grain in the western wilderness, a large amount of grain was transported to various parts of the Alwyn Forest by concrete road, quelling the possible food shortage.

At the end of September, the fertile fields of Alvin Forest were harvested, and the whole country rejoiced.

In October, the construction of a concrete road connecting the entire Sorrowful Marsh from north to south was completed, and a large number of guard towers were erected along the road.

In November, before winter fully set in, the double-track railway was laid across the entire Elwyn Forest. This marks the fact that the area of the triangle junction from Stormwind to Red Ridge Mountain is now accessible in two days.

Trains with early steam engines can now pull four wagons at a time, transporting nearly a thousand soldiers to Chiji Mountain.

I heard that a newer steam engine is already being developed.

In December, the Southern Continental Defense Command was established at Red Ridge Mountain, with Anduin Lotha as commander-in-chief and Tulayan as commander of the Fort Watch Alliance forces in the Cursed Lands.

What are the Hordes doing as the Alliance rebuilds and actively responds to the coming war?

I'm sorry!

The tribe is still fighting among themselves!

A spiked tomahawk made from the jawbone of a behemoth was wielded by his master, and its speed and power were so incredible that when it struck its target, it let out a sharp whistling in the air.

Under the illumination of the winter sun, more than a dozen pillars of blood rushed out of the neck of the orc powerhouse that was cut off, exuding a fierce brilliance.

The owner of the axe was laughing maniacally, opening his jaw, which was tattooed with green tattoos, to an almost impossible width. As he moved, the long black hair fluttered behind his head, and his blind left eye socket emitted an inexplicable red evil light.

His last remaining eye kept turning, and the battle axe that followed him slashed at the enemies in front of him who dared to stand in his way.

"Weak!too weak!too weak!It's like a scum like you, who can't even win a human race, and you dare to come to my Bloodring Clan's territory to die!?" Killrog* Deadeye roared.

In his hands, he continued to wield his battle axe, slashing his fellow orcs from different clans like slicing meat.

Victory is unquestionable.

But Kilrog felt a sense of emptiness, the enemy in front of him was too weak, compared to the human paladins he had fought against, it was like the difference between a boar and a dragon.

Let his exquisite skills and great strength be useless.

"Kilrog!"

Kilrog heard his name being called, snorted, and turned away, forcing himself to stop indulging in the thirst for bloody battles.

"Kargas!?"

It was Kargas * Blade Fist who came.

It is not a rational thing to venture in when there is a fierce battle between two clans. If you don't get it right, you will provoke both warring sides to turn around and besiege him at the same time.

He doesn't care.

Because he's Kargas's Bladed Fist.

Walking through the battlefield, Kargas is simply a leisurely stroll. If an eyeless orc pounces on him, he'll also use that evil jagged blade on his severed arm to send that guy to reincarnation.

The battle was actually over, and this hungry and crazy little clan didn't take long to bump into the territory of the seemingly small Blood Ring Clan. From the very beginning, they were doomed to a tragic end.

The little clan was not hunted down, Kilrog's men would do it themselves.

Kilrog walked towards Kargas with his sharp-toothed tomahawk, and though he had been doing a great deal of activity just now, he was now only panting softly.

He looked up at Kargas, and no matter how many times, the evil blade on Kargas's severed arm always made a deep impression on him.

"Old friend!" said Kilrog as he waited for the leader of the Shattered Palm Clan to come to him. They held each other's hands tightly - their right hands, of course. Kilrog didn't want to shake hands and squeeze them on the other man's blade.

"Looks like your clan's population hasn't recovered yet! you should learn from my clan!" Kargas smiled with a rough and cruel grin.

Kilrog rolled his only remaining eye.

You girl, do you think anyone can learn from you to break the clan, just cut off a hand, put on a war blade, and join the clan.

Thanks to this brutal and simple act, the population of the Shattered Palm Clan swelled rapidly.

"The Blood Ring Clan will rise again. But you, too, are you fed up with this kind of boring infighting?"

"Yes, if it wasn't for Gul'dan, we would have won!" )