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"What? Black dragon! Death knight, attacked Dalaran." Although Turalyon tried his best to control his emotions, he couldn't help but look at Terenas on the throne with wide eyes, thinking that the other party was attacking.

What a big joke.

The old king shook his head, but what he meant was that everything was true. "Antonidas told me that when the death knight finally left, he said: 'I got what I wanted,' which obviously meant

It’s that treasure called the Eye of Dalaran.”

"Why?" Khadgar shouted, Nathanos and Uther looked at him strangely. The archmage realized his rudeness and immediately adjusted his tone. "I mean the mysterious treasure room contains

There are plenty of weapons at the Death Knights' disposal to win the war once and for all, but why only the Eye of Dalaran was taken away?"

"I'm afraid you have to ask President Antonidas." Terenas's voice echoed in the hall. Uther knew that this would only happen when he was unhappy, but the old king was obviously not angry with Card.

Plus, it's those death knights.

"I'm worried!" Turalyon knelt down to Terenas and looked up at him, "First it's the Book of Medivh, then it's the Eye of Dalaran, then what's next? Your Majesty, we must

Do something!"

"I have seriously considered your previous proposal, General Turalyon. It is indeed time to regroup the Alliance." Terenas stood up and announced, while scanning everyone here.

Nathanos turned his head and looked at the corridor next to him. A blond boy was eavesdropping. The little guy did not retract his head when he noticed his gaze, but looked at him for a full three minutes. Tyrena

Si said something more, and then Turalyon began to speak, followed by Khadgar, Uther, and then him.

"Nathanos." The alliance's supreme commander called out his name. He withdrew his gaze. Now his identity was no longer mysterious. The boy who was only eleven or twelve years old already knew his name.

Uther coughed twice and looked at him reproachfully. Turalyon had given him an order just now, but he didn't hear it.

"Can you complete the mission?" the Paladin asked again.

Nathanos hesitated for a moment and nodded: "I understand."

"Very good." Turalyon walked towards him and put a hand on his shoulder, looking a little nervous or pleading. "We must bring her back, we need the help of the elves!"

What! Nathanos suppressed the change in his expression, and he almost spit out the surprise in his heart. Turalyon asked him to contact Alleria, although he didn't know why the Paladin gave him this task.

Maybe he thought Alleria was very close to him, but that was already in the past. No one knew that he and Alleria had a big fight just a few days ago. It was not easy to find her now.

Wise, not to mention that Nathanos cannot guarantee that he will be able to see Alleria again. But he also hopes that Ms. Windrunner can return to the Alliance. After all, his purpose of joining the Alliance is to help the female elf get rid of hatred.

Crazy! All crazy! Why himself? Nathanos looked at Turalyon, why didn't he go by himself?

The paladin's face had returned to calm, but his turning movements were a little stiff, as if Nathanos had taken something from him just now, and his will was overcome for a moment.

"Your Majesty, I will personally lead people to investigate this matter, and... prepare for the worst."

Terenas nodded. Everyone knew what Turalyon's worst plan was. The king of Lordaeron felt that he saw Lothar. Khadgar was also beside him at the time, but he was swearing in front of the throne.

Humanity is younger and more hopeful.

after parliament

The people who left the palace were still arguing endlessly, and their main topic was the black dragon and Deathwing.

"If the tribe gets help from the black dragons, it will be a disaster for mankind." Khadgar expressed his views worriedly. No one could stand up to comfort him, and they were also worried.

"At least, we have not officially faced them yet, and we will be fully prepared. Everyone, we must gather our allies as soon as possible." Turalyon pointed out again.

"clear!"

"Do not worry."

Nathanos: "…………"

Fenris Wolfvein, the warlord of the Thunder God clan, was staring at the old and coral-covered building in front of him. He didn’t know what he would see inside? It was so strange here. The things carved on it were actually various kinds of things.

The shells, bones and spines of sea creatures are attached to the outer walls of the building due to being submerged underwater for many years. The door leading to this strange building is open. This is the Tomb of Sargeras.

"Is the thing here?" Fenris asked with a frown. It was difficult for him to connect the bad environment with the artifact they were about to obtain.

"Yes, it's here," Taga looked at it carefully for a while, nodded and said, "That's what Ner'zhul said."

"He has never been here, he has not even set foot in this world!" Fenris shouted. "Why does he know so much about this place?"

Chief Bonechewer was speechless at his words. He was right. Ner'zhul seemed to have changed. He seemed to know a lot of things. Taga even wondered if it was because he painted his face to look like that.

It's not like I gained some divine power.

The orc shook his head and stopped thinking. "Don't worry about him. The sooner we complete the task, the sooner we can go back."

Fenris snorted coldly, agreeing with him.

In the Tomb of Sargeras, traces can be seen everywhere showing that this building has experienced hundreds or even thousands of years in the water. Due to the constant erosion of the sea water and the moss, shells and corals attached to the walls, all

The corners have been rounded. The ground here is also covered by a large amount of fungi and seaweed. There used to be murals and other decorations on the walls, but they are all unrecognizable because they have been in the water for many years. But this is not a problem.

The problem was that there was no light inside. Fenris had to raise the torch in his hand. Although the light would create annoying shadows, at least it would allow everyone to move inward.

As they pushed inward, the surrounding walls began to be cleaner than the wall at the entrance. Not only that, the degree of erosion by the sea tide was also less. The decorative carvings on the walls had not all been painted as before.

From this, Fenris could roughly understand the splendor of this temple in its heyday. He thought to himself that this place must have been very spectacular, with a sense of nobility and beauty that he had never imagined.

Suddenly, a burst of rough footsteps echoed in the hall. Fenris found that the warriors of his clan had roughly the same idea as him - they all drew their weapons. But Taga and his bone-chewing orcs did not because of this

Moved by the beauty here, they seem to be only interested in death and destruction.

Taggar suddenly stopped and pointed to a stone wall in front of him: "Look there!" Fenris looked in the direction he was pointing and found a seemingly black stain on the carving.

"Blood!" Taga confirmed. He knelt down and confirmed again. "It's really blood. It looks like it took a long time."

"It should be the blood of Gul'dan or his warlocks." Fenris said, "We are almost there!"

Although this meant that their mission was almost complete, it was not a comfortable thought. "Stay vigilant," Fenris said to his orcs, and his warriors nodded solemnly.

"Iron Wolf, are you afraid?" Taga taunted, and he stepped forward and put his face in front of Fenris. "Afraid of the threat of killing Gul'dan?"

"Of course I'm scared, bastard!" Fenris roared, his fangs meeting Taga's face. "Gul'dan is a traitor, an idiot, but he is still the most powerful warlock in the Horde! Right here.

, don’t know what killed him and his followers. If you are not afraid, you are either crazy or a fool!”

"Haha, I'm never afraid!" Taga replied. Several warriors from the Thunder God clan laughed when they heard that. Fenris just shook his head, wondering why he would act with such a madman.

"Okay." Fenris forced himself to smile and said. "So, do you want to lead the way?"

Taggar smiled and rushed forward, his battle roar echoing in the hall. Fenris walked forward without any worries in his heart. The others followed.

As they headed deeper into the temple, the walls and floors seemed to be in better condition than before. Its magnificence was enough to make people excited. At a crossroads, Regnok stopped, looking a little

Confused. He turned to one path, then another. Fenris frowned.

"Is something wrong?" asked a clan member.

"Nothing. I..." Fenris hesitated, then nodded to himself and walked firmly in one direction.

The corridor ended in front of a large room. The walls there were blank. What was even more surprising was that it was so clean, smooth and without decoration. At the other end of the room, there was a huge arch made of black iron.

It takes up almost the entire wall.

"This is it." Fenris gasped. He pushed the door open, and then froze in place with fear.

Behind that door was true darkness, as if darkness had condensed and hid itself there, and light could never dispel it.

In the darkness, just behind the door, was a creature straight out of a nightmare. It was much taller than all the orcs, so it had to stand hunched over in the room. Its skin was dark green, its body

It is bloated. There are protruding spikes on its shoulders, forearms, chest, and other places. At the end of its overly long arms, there is a palm with long claws. A pair of eyes are shining, and the mouth is

Its middle is covered with sharp fangs. Behind it are huge wings and a tail swaying from side to side.

It held a long stick in its hand, which looked like a spear with a wooden handle and a silver tail. What was special was that the head of the long stick was inlaid with a huge gem, emitting a dazzling evil sound.

The green light dwarfs the darkness in the room, and it emits sparks from time to time, but eventually disappears into the darkness.

That was the Scepter of Sargeras - what Ner'zhul asked them to bring back.

Fenris determined that it was guarded by a demon, and all they needed to do was snatch it away from this monster.

"You can't even think of passing by here." The creature hissed, its voice was very glib. "Mortals have defiled this place once! I will not allow you to defile it again!"

"We will not pass through here," Fenris replied, trying to hide his panic, "as long as you give us the scepter in your hand."

The demon laughed, and its deep laughter sounded like the crunching sound of bones rubbing against each other. It stepped forward, and its huge feet walked across the marble floor, making many deep dents.

"Then you try to take it away from me," the devil laughed. "After you fail, I will enjoy your delicious souls."

"I'm going to beat you to a puddle of flesh!" Taga roared, raising his ax high and charging towards the demon.

Fenris had scolded Taggar as an idiot ten thousand times in his heart, but he himself was no better. He raised his weapon and joined the battle of the Bonechewer Chief. Other orc warriors followed them.

Even so, this is a very difficult battle. The demon is much more powerful than all the orcs. He also wields a huge spear, and its arm can easily knock ten orcs away. The scepter in his hand is released

The power of the scepter is enough to turn the orcs into ashes. But the demon obviously doesn't know how to use it. He just uses the barb at the end of Sargeras to pierce the enemy's chest and then pierce it from his back. The scepter is still dripping with blood.

.Taga looked at the demon and shouted angrily.

It was the fury of battle that saved them. Under normal circumstances, Fenris is very disgusted with the bloodthirst of the orcs, but the situation is different now. This is simply a gift. Without bloodthirst, many orcs may be

They would flee in panic and die in the end. But now, the orcs' brains feel a little dizzy, their vision begins to blur, and their blood rushes in their bodies. It is precisely because of this bloodthirsty that they can maintain their

Maintain the offensive. Many orcs attacked the demon from different directions at the same time, but it was hit several times. The demon was indeed very strong, but in the end it fell in front of the orcs.

Fenris knelt down, picked up the scepter that fell on the ground, and felt the energy inside trembling slightly. It was lighter than Fenris expected.

"We got our stuff." He turned around and said. "It's time to get out of here."
Chapter completed!