"Hmm?" Duque had never experienced such a feeling since he transmigrated to Azeroth.
This almost intuitive feeling was not the kind of nonsense that 'the left eyelid twitching means you're going to get rich, and the right eyelid twitching means you're in trouble'. It was more extraordinary, a feeling that involved the rhythm of fate.
This was not an exaggeration. Ever since Duque took part of Ragnaros and Prince Thunderaan's divinity, the most obvious feeling was that he was more sensitive to the wind and fire elements.
The four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind were the basic elements that formed the World of Azeroth. If he received feedback from Azeroth, Duque would not be surprised at all.
"System Elf, scan my body, mind, and soul, and analyze my strange reaction just now."
"Understood, Host!"
The system, which did countless calculations in a second, did not come up with anything in the end.
But Duque did not give up.
He was not the kind of person who had allergies and would be nervous about everything.
He was more willing to believe that this was the warning signal given to him by his brain.
Sometimes, people would have warning signals in their hearts, but it was not because their rationality found something wrong. Instead, it was his brain that made judgments about his surroundings that were not rational. For example, if there was something wrong with his surroundings, the brain's warning system could not directly connect to the human mind. It could only make people feel that something was wrong in a similar way.
"Something must be wrong!" Sitting on Onyxia's dragon saddle, Duque cupped his chin and pondered.
"Master, what's wrong?"
"Let me calm down. I suddenly feel that something is wrong. "
Onyxia obediently shut up.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning from the spiritual world struck Duque's mind.
He knew where his problem was — as a transmigrator, although he also understood that the future of this world would not develop 100% according to the 'history' he knew, but after using foresight time and time again to gain advantages and benefits, Duque's subconscious had already determined that everything would develop in order.
Obviously, this was not possible!
The occurrence of some major events required time to ferment and specific conditions to trigger, but there were many events that could erupt unreasonably.
Who the f * ck said that Nefarian had to hide in the highest floor of Blackrock Spire like an idiot and wait for Duque to lead the team to slay the dragon?
Who the hell said that other forces couldn't take advantage of this opportunity to stir up trouble?
There were plenty of people who were qualified to cause trouble.
Looking at the bigger picture, the Burning Legion's Big Three, the Five Ancient Gods, and the Four Elemental Lords, which one of them did not have the power to shake the world with just a stomp of their feet?
The smaller ones were the Lich King, Illidan, the Evil God Hakkar that the Forest Trolls worshipped, and various Giant Dragons that were seeking death.
Even the smallest forces were innumerable.
He gathered all the elites of the Alliance and the Horde to play the Hero Group, which would greatly increase the efficiency of the exploration. On the other hand, wasn't it like walking on a tightrope?
Thinking of this, Duque had a plan.
He directly opened the magic message: "I am Duke Marcus! There's going to be a major change in the next part of the plan … "
On the 10th of December, Year 21 of the Dark Portal, the Alliance-led Crusade against Blackwing's Nest had officially begun. The Alliance had invested almost all the strong players they could, but for the Horde, the Alliance surprisingly only wanted two strong players, Grom Hellscream and Bloodhoof Cain. Forget about Varrock, they didn't even want Wojin.
Blackwing's Nest was obviously a special area. The Black Dragon King Nefarian used his evil magic to seal all connections with the outside world. Not even a magic message could be sent out, let alone a Teleportation Portal.
In this regard, the various kingdoms and even the Horde were a little used to it.
During the crusade against the Fire Demon King in the Molten Core, it was the same. The Guardians that were left behind had their own duties.
However, on the 1st of January, 22 years after entering the Door of Darkness, the entire world underwent a drastic change.
In the Thousand Needles at the southern end of the Horde's territory, huge stone pillars stood in the middle of this barren and huge valley. Windy Mound was guarded by the Taurens, and it was the most important stronghold of the Horde.
From the bottom of the valley to Windy Mound, it was impossible to walk up the steep stone walls. The only way was to use the Taurens to stir ropes and pull people up using a manual lift.
It was daytime, cloudless, and Windy Mound had the best view. Suddenly, a Tauren pointed to the south and said, "Look! What is that? "
"Buzz buzz buzz —" The sound came from afar.
Soon, it turned from a low buzzing sound to a terrifying buzzing sound that not even a bomber corps could make.
"What the hell! That's not a cloud! Giant insects covered the entire sky! "
The sentinel's scream also alarmed the commander of Windy Mound, "What the hell! What is that!? "
He roared for the other Tauren Warriors to prepare for battle while he informed the messenger, "Find a way to tell the Great Chief that Windy Mound is finished. It was destroyed by a group of giant insects flying from the south …"
Within half a day, bad news came one after another. Dozens of attack reports were placed on Thrall's desk. This was thanks to the magic communication system provided by the humans. The unskilled Trolls worked hard to spread the news. At least, Thrall was not like the previous tribes, where it would take several days to receive news from the distant border.
From the Mosache Camp in the southwest of Feralas, to the Thousand Needles in the south and Gadgetzan in the Tanaris Desert where a large number of goblins gathered, and to the southern part of the Barrenlands, one-third of the tribe's control area had been attacked by giant insects.
According to the report, these giant flying insects, which looked a bit like praying mantis, came from the Silithus area in the southwest of Kalimdor. These large insects did not distinguish between right and wrong at all. They were like locusts that attacked all living creatures along the way.
Thrall tentatively asked Wojin, "Is there any news from the Alliance?"
In fact, Thrall was asking if it was the Alliance's doing.
Wojin smiled bitterly and handed Thrall a report that he had not noticed before.
When Thrall saw it, he suddenly smiled bitterly because the report said that a large beetle army had attacked the Cavern of Time in the Tanaris Desert.
Well, that was the lair of the Bronze Dragons!
Even if the Alliance did not have the brains to want to cause trouble, they would never burn the dragon's head. After all, the Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu, who was known to have a bad temper, lived there!
On the same day, a terrible floating city appeared without warning in the sea near Stormwind City. It was a huge, three-dimensional, diamond-shaped floating fortress.
Its appearance naturally caused panic among the soldiers and civilians of Stormwind City.
"Damn it! What is that? " On the tower next to Stormwind Port, Duke Bolvar Fordragon could not help but tremble a little.
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