"Wow! What a terrifying monster! "
"Did His Majesty really fight against such a monster?"
"Holy Light! His Majesty is really extraordinary. "
Looking at the ferocious and terrifying Yogsaron even after death, the people and soldiers all pointed at it.
Then they saw a female giant who was also ten stories tall.
"That's a giant!" A little boy exclaimed.
"What a beautiful female giant!" A little girl exclaimed at Freya.
"Shh! That's also one of the Guardians of Azeroth. He's allied with us to protect the world. Be respectful! " Their mothers held their children and explained patiently, "If you grow up and want to fight alongside the Guardians to protect our village, you must be as strong as His Majesty."
The children nodded, not really understanding.
When they saw Freya throw the fragment of the Divine Artifact into Yogsaron's mouth, a terrifying acid mist appeared, which was then suppressed by Freya's Titan Rune Power. It churned and merged again, and finally, a hammer glowing with a mysterious green glow floated up from the acid. The entire Alliance was in an uproar.
The [Varanelle Ancient King's Hammer] had an I-shaped handle that seemed to be inlaid with copper. There was actually nothing between the handle and the hammer head. A group of mysterious Titan Runic Magic Circle emitted a warm green glow, maintaining the handle and the head of the hammer with a mysterious and profound energy.
On the head of the hammer, which looked like a mysterious vessel, there were a few green hemispherical balls wrapped in bronze edges. Not only did these green hemispheres emit a charming glow, but there were also two Earth Spirit relief sculptures on both sides of the hammer head. They would rise from the hammer from time to time and rotate counterclockwise around the hammer head. It looked really cool.
"Ahhhh —"
"Look! It's a Divine Artifact — "
"I never thought that I would be so lucky to see the birth of a Divine Artifact in my life!"
That was the call of the ancient times!
That was the proof of power!
That was the glow of life!
In the eyes of the people and the soldiers, it was a symbol of glory.
Looking at it, the people suddenly felt that their hard work in three shifts was worth it.
Looking at it, the soldiers were even more convinced that it was worth it for them and their comrades to shed blood!
Everyone couldn't help but tear up.
Far away in the Kalimdor Continent, in the main hall of Ogrimmar's Valley of Heroes, Sal, Wojin, Cain, and other tribal chiefs gathered together. They looked at each other and remained silent for a long time.
"Which Divine Artifact is this?" Saar asked solemnly.
"The fifth." Wo Jin's voice was emotionless.
"It's the fifth round …" Sal sighed.
Not counting the ones he forged or obtained, this was indeed the fifth one.
The first was the Wind Sword, the second was the Balrog Hammer, the third was Atiesh, and the fourth was Solidar. (Although Azzinoth's Dual Blades were also artifacts, for the sake of the future, Duque did not order for Illidan's weapons to be confiscated. Instead, he sealed them away from the cage where Illidan was imprisoned.)
He would be lying if he said he wasn't jealous. Sal couldn't even fool himself. However, what right did the Horde have to take such enviable spoils of war?
There was no way he could snatch it.
The gap between the combat power of the Alliance and the Horde was already very large. In terms of high-end combat power, the Alliance had a bunch of demigods, and now the Horde … well, King Gruul was half a demigod, but unfortunately he was still disobedient and had no concept of the Horde. In the mortal army, the gap in combat power was no longer the same. Large-scale modern firearms could definitely beat the Horde to a pulp.
If it was a cooperation, the Horde's contribution was so small, how could they ask for it?
In the past, there were at least a few chiefs who went out to represent them. This time, there was only a Garrus and a little Sarufar. It was understandable that the Alliance didn't want you to join the Hero Group. If you couldn't even move an army, where would you find the spare heroes to break through?
Just thinking about it was discouraging.
Sal looked around. In the Hall of the Chiefs, Anastrian, who was sitting on a white bone chair, was an illusion. Sal noticed that since the incident at the Sunwell on the Alliance's side, His Excellency the Sun King had become neurotic. He refused to come to the Hall of the Chiefs and used various reasons to avoid it. The tasks assigned by the Horde to the Forsaken were also evasive. They were absolutely unwilling to send manpower unless it was absolutely necessary.
Although Sal still hadn't figured out what sinister thoughts the former Sun King had that caused him to hide in his new Undercity in Winterspring even at the risk of offending the Great Chieftain, it didn't stop Sal from being extremely vigilant towards him.
If the Horde wasn't in extreme trouble, Sal would have crusaded against the Forsaken.
Next to the Seat of Bones, the Goblin Trade Prince Galivix's mentality was the best to understand. He had an expression of admitting that he had been cheated by the Horde. For high-tech things, it was impossible to count on the Orcs, Trolls, Gollons, and Taurens. The Horde could only rely on the more civilized Goblins.
Unfortunately, for the stingy Goblins, this was no longer a blood transfusion, but a cut of flesh.
After joining the Horde, the Rusted Water Conglomerate lost its neutral position. Now the Alliance didn't even look for the Rusted Water Conglomerate for occasional business. The most frequent customer was the Hot Sand Conglomerate of Gadgetzan. Seeing his fellow Goblins making a lot of money, Galivix was very depressed. His heart was completely itchy.
In the hall, the largest chair originally prepared for the King of Gollon, Gruul, was not taken seriously by the other party from the beginning. Gruul had sat on it two or three times, and each time he was impatient.
If the Horde didn't develop well, the people would scatter, and it would be difficult to lead the team.
After discussing the daily affairs of the Horde, the leaders dispersed, and Sal let Wo Jin stay. No one was surprised. Wo Jin was now the second-in-command of the Horde and Sal's most valued think tank.
"What do you think of the Alliance's strength?"
Wo Jin's wise eyes flashed, and the words that came out of his mouth were thrilling, "The Horde is standing on a crossroad. One is to send all the troops and strong people of the Horde in every war, and while the Alliance Leader is still Duke Marcus, fully integrate into the Alliance and implement a complete Great Integration. "
Sal didn't comment, but asked lightly, "What's the second way?"
"Find a strong reinforcement, at least one that can resist the Titan Guardians in Azeroth, and then take advantage of the Alliance's endless war to directly attack …" Although Wo Jin's voice was calm, every word was cruel and bloody.
Thrall stood with his hands behind his back and looked into the distance. From the King's Valley, he could see that Ogrimma was still expanding, but there was no sign of prosperity on the faces of the tribe members. He suddenly asked, "Is there no third way?"
"With my wisdom … No!"
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