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I told Merell about Shadow's sadness, and as I expected, he directly denounced my actions and accused me of pursuing dark power. I would not refute him, and there was never a clear definition of the word power. Some people always think that dark power is evil, and what they hate is actually people who use dark power.

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Nathanos took the lead in walking out of the portal. His vision suddenly became wider. He not only saw the sky, but also the rich mines. His ears also heard the sound of mining. He could almost smell the newly unearthed Salon evil iron.

"Look at who is here? A group of crawlers who are overestimating their abilities appear on the master's territory!"

A voice of contempt and disdain fell from the sky. Everyone looked up and saw that it was a frost dragon, and the Death Knight sitting on his back was the one who emitted the voice. His eyes were as arrogant as his tone, and Nathanos suddenly had the urge to strangle him with his own hands.

"The Lord of the Scourge, Tyranus, is the supervisor of the Saron Mine." Kalila whispered behind the Withering One.

"That is, he still knows the secrets we don't know." Nathanos walked up, and Tyranus drove the mount to the "guest".

"A group of arrogant guys, the raw material for casting terrifying weapons for the master will be your grave."

Nathanos, the Lich King's terrifying weapon, had seen a lot of Nathanus, and he knew that those weapons had one thing in common, that is, the amount of Saron evil iron needed to be consumed. The Withered Smith smiled secretly, and it seemed that he had come to the right place. He turned around and looked at Carrira, and gave her a look. The other party understood it happily, turned around and walked into the portal. Lansber was extremely surprised when he saw all this. He had a foreshadowing that there would be a big battle next, but the Withered Smith let a subordinate leave first.

Is he going to retreat?

"We save some time..." The person who has the most right to talk to Tyranus said to the Lord of the Scourge in a half-joking tone: "We are looking for a path to the hall of image...well, please tell us, and then... I will make you die very happy."

"A shameless traitor!" Tyranus tightened the reins, his eyes shining cold. The ice dragon under his crotch also spurted out a breath of ice. "Frost teeth, kill him!"

Hearing the owner's order, a cold glare suddenly burst out from the ice dragon's mouth, as if powerful energy was being compressed into an ice hockey and was about to be released.

Nathanos jumped out of the attack range without hesitation, but he underestimated the power of Frost Tooth. The ice hockey only hit the ground, but still made the leg of the Withered One frozen. Seeing this, the others immediately surrounded him and carefully guarded in front of Nathanos, while also staring at the movements around him.

"Huh?" The Withered man looked at these people, their actions caught his attention, and an idea passed in his mind.

"Don't want to reach the master's secret room." Tyranus shouted in a deep voice. At the same time, he immediately broke away from the attack range of the people below. At this moment, the natural disaster spirits stationed here seemed to have noticed an invader, and they began to slowly gather here.

The wither mobilized his strength to melt the ice on his legs. He was a little surprised to find that this "bound" seemed not so easy to break free. It seemed that the ice dragon named "Frost Tooth" was quite famous.

"If you retreat now, it is equivalent to the efforts ahead. We must pass through this mine, and we are not fighting alone. The outside world has always mistakenly thought that the Scourge would not capture live captives, but the fact is that most of the people who disappeared on the battlefield were brought here to work as coolies. Liberate them and let them take up weapons to attack their slave owners."

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The griffin let out a scream to express her dissatisfaction with the bad weather for the person on its back. Sylvanas tightened his cloak and tried to get as close to the griffin's feathered body, hoping to get some warmth from it. It took only twenty minutes for her to take off from Dalaran to now. The coldness above the Ice Crown Glacier made her unable to bear it. So what about the alliances on the Potian? The female elf couldn't help but feel awe in her heart.

Seeing the man in black release nine soul rings in front of him, Zhao Wuji felt a cold water splashing on his face, and his whole body was full of intelligence. As a soul saint level soul master, he knew very well about the gap between high soul masters. At level 60, not to mention one stage of difference, even if it is only one level, there is a certain gap in strength. On the surface, he should be about twenty-sixty and the man in black in front of him, but he knew very well that the gap between him and this man in black was even greater than that between Tang San and him.

In order to avoid head-on conflict with the powerful ground forces of the Scourge, the Alliance and the Horde chose to send air ships as their fortresses at Icecrown Glacier. The Potian was the first gunboat built and served by the Alliance.

Before leaving, Sylvanas got the trajectory of the Sky-Breaking Sky. She searched with a word and finally heard the sound of the propeller rotating in the wind. A few minutes later, she saw the outline in the shadow.

As rumored, Potian was transformed from a cruiser on the sea. Huge vertical turbines were installed on both sides to provide buoyancy, and movement was powered by horizontal turbines. The female elf did not fly over in a hurry, but observed carefully for a while. She saw that the main weapon of the gunboat was a bombshell, which was thrown. Five fixed artillery and four large-caliber automatic artillery were installed on both sides. Two automatic anti-aircraft cannons that can shoot in all directions were installed at the front of the deck.

Typical dwarf technology!

Sylvanas kicked the griffin and flew over. When landing on the deck, a human came up. At first, he frowned when he saw the elf behind the griffin, but after the other party took out a silver-white emblem, the expression immediately closed.

"Welcome, beautiful lady from the Silver Covenant, I am Air Force Captain Mark Jackson, what can I do for you?"

"Two things," Sylvanas said bluntly: "The first is that my griffin needs care, and the second is that I want to meet senior commander Gastin Barrett."

The Air Force Captain stood there in a daze, as if surprised by the straightforwardness of the female elf. "Lord Barrett is holding a military meeting with his adjutants, I'm afraid..."

Sylvanas nodded indifferently and walked towards the command room.

"Madam!" Marc Jackson shouted in the rear, but the words alone could not stop the female elf.

The door of the Potian command room was pushed open, and the people inside looked at the door at the same time. Who broke into the military meeting without any notification?
Chapter completed!