"The first thing you need to do is to go southwest from Glory Castle and enter the Thorn Path. Set up a magic communication relay device every 5000 yards. With them, we can guarantee communication in 99% of cases. Make sure they are in a safe place and not destroyed by monsters. Also, mark them well. Your basic mission is completed. "
After saying that, the old mage bowed to show that he was done.
Danas spoke again, "Next is the follow-up mission for the advancement. For every additional part completed, there will be double or even triple the points and rewards. The details are written in the report. First, if possible, try to reach Shattrath City. The Alliance urgently needs information on Shattrath City. Finally, if possible, try to escort at least one emissary from Shattrath City back. "
The mission was clear and the direction was clear.
There was nothing much to say. Since entering the Outland, Thomas and the other Highland Knights had mostly taken on missions to clear the monsters around Glory Castle. They were very familiar with the terrain and the way to fight monsters.
And this time, there was a big bug mount that was completely different from the Alliance. Although it affected the appearance of the city, it had to be said that the Qiraji bug mount was really useful. It had a high IQ and could basically understand the master's thoughts under the control crystal. Not afraid of death, able to fight, even if the bug was thrown to cover the rear, it wouldn't complain. It could climb mountains and wade rivers, and it wasn't picky with food. It could eat dead monsters, rotten meat, rotten wood, and even its dead companions could become food.
Basically, other than being ugly, it was all good points.
Everyone was quite disgusted with the Alliance letting go of those bugmen who had killed so many of their compatriots. As the war went on, everyone accepted these strong bugs.
The Horde had the battle wolves, the Alliance had the bugs. It sounded a notch lower, but it felt more useful than the battle wolves.
Moral integrity was not as valuable as life.
No taste, no moral integrity, or life was more important. As long as one was in the middle or lower ranks, they would choose it.
And the bug mount could be replenished endlessly. Delicate things like battle horses were not so easy to replenish.
The mission was decided.
At this moment, in the bedroom on the top floor of Karazhan, Jaina reclined on the chaise longue, elegantly sipping a mouthful of black tea. Then, she put down the exquisite white porcelain cup and quietly watched the 'internet addict demigod' 'play games'. Of course, she didn't know that Du Mouke's dream before he transmigrated was to have his own game room with a big screen and top-notch equipment. Even playing Minesweeper with a four-way Titan graphics card was a decadent and depraved game.
On the contrary, Jaina felt that Duque, who was working hard, was very charming.
Due to the damage to his Azeroth Astral Soul, he had no choice but to stay behind. He had no way to conduct the frontline command that he loved the most, and he had no way to personally participate in the great adventure against the evil enemies. Yet, he was still able to find joy in this kind of situation, using his imagination to find a new solution.
Sure enough, only a man like this was qualified to possess her in such a domineering manner. He even made her accept the fact that she was just a part of his harem without any complaints or regrets.
"Hey, Duque, are you really not going to consider directly intervening in the affairs of the Outlands?" Jaina asked as she rested her chin on her hand.
Duque shook his head. "Now that I think about it, even if I didn't want to stay here, I shouldn't have gone to the Outer Realms. Now, Kil'jaeden and I can be considered to be trading pieces. "
"Duel …?"
Indeed, if Duque did not go to the Outer Realms, he would be able to avoid the traps set by the Burning Legion in the Outer Realms.
Duque did not move, and Elune was also there, so they would be restraining Kil'jaeden.
However, Duque used a remote control method to solve the problem of him not being able to directly participate in the battle. If it was any other powerhouse, they would most likely not be able to affect the overall situation because they had switched to a clone.
Duque was a weirdo.
As a transmigrator, he had used his intelligence to kill countless strong enemies.
He believed that this time would not be an exception.
Anyway, even if he really lost, it would only be a clone, and he could make it in half a day.
Although I don't have unlimited revivals this time, I will play the 'Clone War' with you, let's see if you're afraid!
The next day, Thomas and the rest were ready.
The Highland Warriors had 38 people, a total of 120 insect mounts. It could be said that one person rode three mounts. They majestically set off from the South Gate of Honor Castle, taking a detour to the thorny path.
After leaving Honor Castle, Duque looked at the sky and secretly sighed.
"What's wrong?" Thomas asked.
"Nothing, it's just that I can't get used to this kind of world!"
"Indeed! No matter how many times I see it, I won't get used to it … "
This sky that was close to eternal night!
There was no sun, no clouds, there was only blurred and illusory darkness.
From time to time, an unknown bolt of lightning would flash through the sky, piercing through the boulders that were spinning in the sky.
The gravity was obviously normal, but there were boulders floating in the sky. There was no sunlight, but the closer they got to the scarlet dry ground, the brighter it became.
This kind of unscientific scenery felt strange no matter how one looked at it.
From the reddish-brown hill where Honor Castle was located, if one followed the slope down, they would be surrounded by enemies. Anything that did not have an Alliance insignia would attack you.
"Gulp — —" A sound that the recruits could not understand sounded from afar. Thomas and the rest immediately frowned.
Immediately, a violent cloud of dust rose from afar.
"Hell Boar — —" A dark elf scout had long since shouted from the left wing.
Hell Boar, a typical wild beast that had mutated due to the overflow of demonic blood. It had the extremely strengthened body of a demonic creature, as well as the instinctive ferocity of a wild beast.
This thing roamed the entire Hellfire Peninsula. Almost every week, the Alliance would specially organize a hunt for it. Unfortunately, it could only reduce its numbers, but it was unable to completely eradicate this terrifying species.
The Hell Boar itself was not very strong in close combat. What was scary was its charge. Under a full charge, the Hell Boar's tusks had once destroyed a new model tank.
This wasn't an old-fashioned steam tank, but the Alliance's latest diesel tank.
In the Outer Lands, because of the unstable air pressure, the steam engine's starting condition was quite bad. The Alliance had no choice but to send the latest diesel tank to test it. Although diesel also had all sorts of problems, at least it could be used, and it had more horsepower.
The dwarves had installed an even more insane 130mm steel plate on the side of the tank.
Even so, it had been directly pierced through, instantly destroying the engine and ammunition compartment, as well as losing three elite dwarf tank soldiers.
Seeing this berserk Hell Boar charge over, Thomas frowned on the spot.
If hit by that big thing, at least two or three bug mounts would be destroyed.
Although the bugs were not bad in close combat, their relatively thin legs had always been their weakness. Bug mounts had no way of dealing with the charge.
"I'll do it!" Duque said softly.
Lightly, a hole as thick as an arm appeared under the Hell Boar's front hooves. The Hell Boar's charge became the biggest killer. The instant its left front leg sank into the ground, its charge and weight directly tore off its entire leg.
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