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"I hope your guess is not true, Isaas." Aurelia carefully put the letter in her waist. "Wenressa promised in the letter to strengthen Quel's Salas's vigilance. Anyway, this matter is put aside for the time being. I have already agreed with the members of the alliance. When we defeat Thor, we will prepare for the battle against Orgrimmar."

The great wizard and the countess nodded to each other, and the latter said, "Then we have no way back. Regent, will he win over other tribe members?"

Aurelia's expression reads the four words "No doubt". The meaning of winning more allies is not only to increase the chance of victory, but also to minimize casualties.

"The Taurus and the Trolls can fight for, and they will definitely join us. As for the goblins..." Aurelia didn't want to deal with those green-skinned little ones, but she had to admit that the goblins can always play a role at critical moments. Just like the dwarf, the mechanical weapons in the goblins' hands are crucial to the Horde breaking through Orgrimmar's gate.

There is only one question: Are those guys worth believing? Maybe paying them a lot of money can make them allies, but if Hellscream gives them more money, within a few minutes, the plans of Sindore and the Alliance will be known to the Chiefs.

"Forget it." Aurelia shook her head, "Let's solve the trouble in front of her first."

Preparations take time, so don't rush for a moment.

Isaas said, "According to your request, I have assembled an elite force. There are a total of twenty-five people."

"There are also the same size in the league." Aurelia added. However, Leadlin showed concern.

"What are you worried about?"

The Countess looked towards Thor's palace. The gloomy and terrifying atmosphere had nothing but danger. "Regent, you should reconsider your decision to lead someone to raid the Thunder Thunder Thunder Thunder Thunder."

"No need to think about it." Aurelia flatly rejected it. "The battlefield is the stage for the ranger. Ms. Gianna and my sister will also go on the battlefield in person, and I won't hide behind."

...

The hot desert is completely different from the northern tundra. When Caregus came here, he was shocked by the desolation here. Compared with Cilitus, the desolate land is even better than that.

He flew in the desert for two hours, trying to increase the altitude as much as possible to avoid being noticed by any organism. He was very careful when he landed several times during this period, and he must observe the surroundings clearly before he could rest with confidence.

The desolate land is rarely visited, no wonder no one has ever discovered the existence of the Forgotten. Their base is at the end of their sight, and Caregus sits on a slope, eating and replenishing his energy, and begins to think about what to do next. Her sister Teregus should be deep in Maraton, but the Focus Rainbow is not there, and Caregus cannot feel the breath of magical treasures.

Let's sneak in first.

Karegoth's change was so fast that a half-elf-like man turned into a blue dragon in a flash. He stretched out his wings completely, looked up at the sky, and flew up.

Compared with before, this time he only maintained a moderate height in order to observe the defense behind the outer walls of the Forsakens.

Caregus gasped.

He did not see a Forsaken civilian, nor did he see the situation of guard rotation. In other words, if he went on rashly and planned to be mixed with the eyes, there was a great possibility that he would be discovered.

What exactly makes their order so strict? Caregus thought hard, hoping to find a loophole that would allow him to sneak into Maraton.

Suddenly, screams continued. Caregus looked at the direction where the sound was heard and found several black shadows on his head.

"Bat!" He was shocked and saw the Forsaken sitting behind the bats.

Caregus cursed himself for being too careless, and did not expect that the Forgotten had an air patrol. Just as he regretted it, the bat knights had already started attacking. Bows and spears flew towards him. He opened his mouth, and the frost breath made a bat and its rider frozen in an instant.

The unfortunate bat knight and his mount fell heavily like a stone. Caregus watched everything, but happened to see a bat knight descending at a very fast speed.

Damn, he is going to inform the Forgotten below.

As Karegoth thought, the bat knight shouted: "Dragon! A blue dragon! A blue dragon is peeking at us!"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and Caregus completely underestimated the Forgotten's defense ability against the sky. If it were just a bat knight, he could still deal with it. However, those hidden crossbows and cannons poked their heads out of the city wall all pointed to the sky.

At first, the bat knight team that tortured the dragon like a sparrow harassing an eagle quickly evacuated. Carregoth didn't have to think too much about what would happen next. But he was unwilling to return without success. He had already alerted the snake, and just fleeing like this would only make the Forgotten one more vigilant and even transfer Terregotha. He had to seize the opportunity at this moment. He planned to forge ahead!

The dragon dived down and used irregular flights to avoid huge arrows and artillery fire, which undoubtedly aimed at.

The crossbow carts and cannons were adjusted by the undead technicians and fired almost vertically into the sky.

At first, Karegoth could still dodge, but the more he fell, the more intense the Forgotten attacks became. Finally, a pirate arrow passed by, and the blue dragon's movement became strange and he was hit.

Karegoth felt a tearing pain. This reminded him that he was no longer a weaver, and without the power to protect the dragon, he was just an ordinary person.

The burning crossbow arrow burned a charred mark on his wings. This was not a fatal blow, but if it deviated a little further, it would knock him down from the sky.

The Blue Dragon was completely angry, and he fell faster. As long as he got closer, he could use magic to freeze all those weapons.

All that thought was left in his mind was left. Just as he was about to draw the last bit closer, his mind was disturbed by something else.

Caregus hadn't felt this way for a long time, and the blood in his body became restless with the magic. He was very familiar with this feeling.

Focus on the rainbow!

The Blue Dragon looked up in surprise and joy. The magical treasure was still far away from him, but Karegoth could still detect it moving quickly.

The location is near the Great Whirlpool, and the direction is south, Pandaria!

"I'm sorry, sister." He glared at the bottom of the sky, endured the severe pain, swept the dragon's tail hard, and whipped and broke another crossbow arrow aimed at his neck. Then he flapped his wings and drew an arc in the sky, and began to move into the air.

The Blue Dragon's mission is to monitor the magic of this world. The guardian dragon is no longer there, but the responsibility must be held on. Karegoth is worried that the focus rainbow will be used for terrible actions and have catastrophic consequences. Now he has finally sensed the treasure, and he must not let it go. Of course, this also means that he must make sacrifices, temporarily give up the opportunity to rescue Teregotha, and turn his attention to the other side.

This choice made him very painful, and he hoped Teregosa could forgive himself.

Karezuns kept flapping his powerful wings and climbing to a safe height outside the attack range of ground weapons. He flew very quickly, with crossbows, shells and bat knights all behind him. Without caring about the injuries of his wings, he rushed to the sea as fast as possible.

...

Audroksion was not slow. Twilight Dragon's two front paws were holding things, rune stone, focus rainbow, and the "bloodline" that Nathanos wanted.

The focus rainbow kept spreading magic, as if it had left a ribbon on his flight path. Although it was invisible, Aochsion understood that someone would soon follow the traces.

Twilight Dragon then accelerated. Nathanos reminded him that the Blue Dragon would definitely notice it, but he could not attack those guys who claimed to be magic watchers.

For the forgotten, it is more valuable to keep their lives. This is the original words of the withered.

Azorksion thought that if his father used the Focus Rainbow, the Blue Dragon would definitely come out to stop it and disrupt the ceremony. This would never happen. In case, he had to be ready for battle.

Twilight Dragon's eyes emitted a yellow sand-like light, and the time in the surrounding area was twisted. A shadow that was comparable to his speed flew past him. Audroksion saw what would happen here in the next day, and he saw clearly!

"Blue Dragon Karegoth, it's you." Twilight Dragon mocked. The hunter was still chasing the prey he could not defeat.

The power of time was taken back, and the image of Karegoth disappeared. Aurchion was a little surprised. In the end, there was only one blue dragon. He was also worried that if the number of blue dragons was too large, he would not be able to grasp the strength when fighting with them, and a manslaughter would occur. Now it seems that he was too worried.

...

Warriors, Paladins, and druids who turned into bear form formed a dense formation to advance towards the Thunder Throne under the cover of firepower of long-range personnel such as hunters and mages.

They stood in the front row like a shield wall, blocking the approaching enemies and forming interlaced protective umbrellas.

"Push forward." Sylvanas roared in a calm voice. She was a little surprised when she was ordered to be the commander of this attack, but the alliance and Sindore needed a leader who was recognized by both sides at the same time. Neither Jaina nor Aurelia were suitable, and the burden fell on her shoulders.

In Sylvanas's eyes, although this team of only fifty people is all elite, they have no tacit understanding. The push is bumpy and the speed is not consistent. The dragging behavior reveals their suspicious hearts. But after all, they come from two hostile camps, and this performance is easy to understand. Sylvanas can only hope that they can trust each other temporarily in the future.

The battle in front of you is the most important thing.

The Mogu Garden was just captured, but in just one night, many trolls and the Mogu tribe organized defense.

A round of bows and arrows were released from the high ground at the courtyard gate, hitting the shields released by the mages. The coalition and the tribes' joint forces did not retreat a step further.

"Shiva." Aurelia cried, and she did not continue until her sister faced her: "We must speed up, there are more difficult battles in the Thunder Throne, and we cannot let the mages waste too much physical and magic here."

Sylvanas realized that his sister was right, so he asked the people in front to charge. Once they approached, the enemy would have to deal with the trouble of being approached by them.

The number of Zandala and Mogu soldiers may be enough to flood the team, but unfortunately the terrain outside the courtyard is not suitable for too many people to fight. Thor's men did not consider this at all. In the narrow space, too many allies would seem in the way.

Seeing that the charge of melee personnel had disrupted the enemy's needlework, Sylvanas seized the opportunity and shouted: "Go!"

The people behind collectively began to rush head-on.

The wizard's snowstorm, the warlock's fireball rain, and the hunters' sword rain, hit the heads of the courtyard defenders. They were numerous but could not stop the rapid offensive.

Sylvanas was very happy to be able to arrive at the place where the mountain fell without any effort.

"Thor is inside." Jaina said beside General Ranger.

"I have never had the experience of regicide, I want to try it once." The female elf smiled cruelly.

Aurelia rolled her eyes at her sister, and before she stepped into another king's palace, she suddenly turned back to look at the courtyard gate, as if someone was looking at them.

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The ground was covered with corpses, all of which were Zandala trolls and demons. They gave their lives for their loyalty and deserved respect.

Nathanos dragged one corpse after another to free up the clearings needed for the ceremony. The mural of Thor's face on the ground had already condensed a pool of blood. The witherer wanted to know whether Emperor Mogu also smelled the blood?

However, there is another question that bothers him. That is where did Xianglong Narak, who resurrected the mountain horror, go? Why didn't it show up to stop Sylvanas' advance?

The air gradually began to surge. These questions were answered, and the twisting and circling shadows covered the withered.

"Whatever you say, come from." Nathanos pulled out Salamani and watched Narak arrive.

Xianglong roared. The lightning attached to it hit the stone pillars around the courtyard. It blocked the main entrance of the Throne of Thunder.

Nathanos immediately understood the meaning of Thor. The Emperor of Mogu never felt that the Alliance and the Tribe could defeat him from the beginning to the end. The only thing he was worried about was that someone slipped through his fingers, so Narak did not show up as soon as he opened, but waited for the invaders to enter the palace before coming out to block their retreat.

"It's a bit of visionary tactic." The Withered Smiling smiled teasingly. Narak suddenly pulled away and forced him back to the stairs. When he looked up, Xianglong had already rushed to his eyes.

Nathanos was about to raise his sword and slash when a rock barrier suddenly rose at his feet. Narak hit him head and was dizzy. Then, his head was hit violently, his body lost balance and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!