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The body seemed to pass through a stream of air from Northrend, and the coldness surged into the whole body. The moment he entered the secret room, Nathanos was shocked by the scene without any suspense.

This place is somewhat similar to the Nashakra engine in Mogushan Palace, but the aisle leading to the circular space is much narrower.

The Secret Room of the Heart. Nathanos silently recited this name in his heart and slowly walked in. The footsteps echoed around.

There are countless relics left by Titans on Azeroth, but they did not build it here. This is a masterpiece derived by Azeroth himself and has never been discovered.

There seemed to be nothing in the empty rotunda, but in fact he was waiting for the arrival of the key. Nathanos took out the Heart of Azeroth. The necklace was emitting an attractive light, leaving the palm of the withered man and flew above the transparent platform in the center of the hall. Azerit overflowed from the necklace like a firework, sputtering on the stagnant devices.

Nathanos heard the sound of the turbine turning, like a river breaking ice in early spring.

Everything starts to work...

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The attack was endless. Another fireball was projected to hit the aisle on the city wall. Not every place of Orgrimmar was inlaid with steel. The wooden floor collapsed downwards, and there was also a bad guy who fell down.

Nazgolin may be the only person who was still walking slowly. The rest of the soldiers were far less calm than him. A Kukaron, who was holding a sniper rifle, almost hit him in order to adjust the shooting position.

The battlefield can be divided into three areas, land dominated by Iron and Scorpions, sky dominated by Wind Controllers, and city walls. With the first two areas in it, it is impossible for the rebels to break through the city walls. The Iron and Scorpions stand tall and have repelled several waves of enemy charges. The Alliance's Positive Sky-Breaking the defense of the city walls is a major threat, but with Wind Controllers, the cannons on the spacecraft have no time to aim below.

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Overall, the war was in a stalemate.

As long as you persist, it's good. Nazgolin knew very well that the defending side in the war was only passive in strategic terms, but had an advantage in psychology. Once the enemy's offense was not effective or defeated, the enemy's morale would be sharply reduced. On the contrary, the defending side would be encouraged and their confidence in repelling the enemy would double.

Woking must be very anxious now. Nazgorin judged that if the trolls don't want to break the deadlock, he would have to withdraw his troops temporarily.

An accident happened. Nazgolin's thoughts were completely shattered by the outline that suddenly appeared in the air. He saw a dragon flying towards this side, carrying the dragon-throated orc who was driving it behind him.

The distorted flight trajectory of the ancestor Longwai could have proved how bad his rider was. But the Dragon-throated Orc is the most capable of controlling flying mounts in the tribe, and there is no doubt that this should not happen.

Nazgolin felt nervous. He knew that the dock had made a mistake. This guy came back to report the news and told them that the Dragon Throat Clan had failed.

The Kukaron soldier will definitely be frustrated by the news and his will to fight will be affected. Nazgolin will never allow this to happen. He picked up a sniper rifle that fell to the ground and aimed at the dragon-throated orc.

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Woking felt dazzled. He seemed to see Nazgolin shooting at his own people, but a body did fall from the back of the Ancestral Dragon.

"What is Nazgorin doing?" Not only did he find out that the abnormality was also the Chief Bain. The Taurus said it.

The troll got the news and grinned, "The dock has fallen. Nazgolin is very wise."

"This is good news, we should convey it right away." Bain suggested.

Woking laughed, "Don't do that. The verbal description is not as good as what you see. Let's wait quietly. I believe that the soldiers can burst out their combat effectiveness after witnessing the arrival of reinforcements."

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Although the rebels' attack on the first day was blocked, Nazgolin suspected that it was Woking's intention.

The fire was not enough to cover the paper, and the news of the fall of the dock spread at night. First, the quarantine officer did not see a person from the Dragon Throat clan coming back to replenish supplies, and then the scouts discovered that an alliance of troops appeared in the camp of the rebel army.

Nazgorin ignored the rumors that began to rise. He found a large number of hardworkers to repair the city walls. Soon he received the order from the chief. Now even the hardworkers in Orgrimmar have to participate in military training, which means they have to go to the battlefield.

At night, Nazgolin began to patrol the city. This time he broke the rules and climbed the cliff through the lifting ladder in the Valley of Power, and then checked the ups and downs of the city on the edge of the cliff. This saved a lot of time.

Nazgorin patrolled from the Valley of Power to the Valley of Spirit, but heard the striking comments in the tent of the Tauren in the camp below. He stopped. Yes, it was Kukaron's voice, without any restraint, especially at night, when he could hear it on the cliff.

Nazgorin found the nearest elevator. No matter who the soldiers were or what they were doing, their behavior just now was enough to be a negative teaching material.

"Have you heard of it?"

The tribal general stopped and suppressed the anger accumulated in his chest. Why not listen to what they were talking about first?

"The Dragon Throat Clan failed. The pier was also lost."

"Zaira can't even hold on for a day, she really failed the chief."

"Without the dock, how long can Orgrimmar stay?"

The voice came to an abrupt end, followed by sighs and teeth grinding. Nazgorin's anger was extinguished by the question, and he retreated silently without disturbing the soldiers.

The consequences of the fall of the pier were constantly hitting the general. Orgrimmar was completely surrounded and lost contact with the outside world. However, the supplies of the alliance and the rebel army could be continuously transported to the front line through the pier.

Of course, these two points were not only thought of by Nazgolin. On the way back to the rest room, he heard a lot of voices, including many insightful opinions on seeing the situation of the battle. And...

"Where is our chief?"

This is the second sound tonight that made him stop.

"Today, no, I haven't seen the Chief for several days."

"I heard that he had been staying in the military fortress of the Rage Rift..." The orc who said this lowered his voice, but Nazgolin could still hear it. "He seemed to be studying the heart of the ancient god, intending to use the power in it to strengthen himself."

This sentence almost made Nazgorin furious. The gate leading to the underground fortress was firmly watched by his soldiers, how could there be any news coming out?

Suddenly, he realized something. Just as he wanted to turn around to the dark alley area, the deafening sound broke through the tranquility of the night.
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