"Bastards! The tribe's territory is being invaded, and they fled without fighting. Are they still great tribal warriors? "Brainless Roar lost his temper.
In a sense, he was right. Adult female Beastmen were also brave warriors.
Draka was also very good at fighting back then.
"But Great Chief, we've checked them. They are all pregnant or breast-feeding women, children less than ten years old, and the elderly!"
Brainless Roar was speechless.
According to the tribe's tradition, these people were not allowed to go to the battlefield. Otherwise, it would be blasphemy against the ancestors.
But could he say the words of rejection?
"Chief, many of them are from our Warsong tribe," a guard whispered.
Garrus felt extremely stifled. His raised arm finally lowered slowly. "Let them into Durotar, but not Orgrimmar."
In fact, this was a bit unnecessary. Everyone knew that Orgrimmar had no food. The key was to enter Durotar. A river of fury separated Durotar from the Barrenlands. After the Cataclysm, the basin of the river of fury formed to the west of Durotar, which was extremely rich in resources.
The river washed down a large amount of fertile soil from upstream and deposited it in the basin. The plants here became lush, which indirectly led to more wild animals and magical beasts.
However, the influx of refugees undoubtedly destroyed the ecological chain here, and all animals, big or small, were destroyed.
The starving refugees did not care about the ecological chain. They were about to starve to death, so they slaughtered the animals here and ate them first.
However, the collapse of the tribe continued. In just three days, the Desolate Land, Feralas, and Stoneclaw Mountain were declared to have fallen. Thunder Cliff was undefended. If the Alliance wanted to, they could completely destroy Thunder Cliff.
In the primitive era of cold weapons, Thunder Cliff had excellent defense, but in the eyes of the Alliance's flying fleet, it was just a large target.
The only reason why the fleet did not open fire was that the Alliance had issued a ban on cannons.
For the first time, the Alliance sent out airborne troops without artillery support to fight against the Taurens under Magatha Grimtotem.
The Silver Hand Knights led by Gavin Rad, plus the flying Sin'dorei Rangers with the support of wind elements, and Kudran's Gryphons, Thunder Cliff fell completely in just half a day. Even the taurens hiding in the pillars of the Thunder Cliff were not spared.
Magatha relied on the portal opened by the Sun King to barely escape.
Brainless Roar was finally furious. He ordered the troops in the Barrenlands' Great Rift Valley to defend the former Twilight Fortress. At the same time, he ordered the Sun King to launch a second round of destructive attacks.
"I don't care what you do, blow up Naxxramas! I know that thing is definitely on the way to Kalimdor. "Brainless Roar gave an unreasonable order.
Anastrian almost wanted to slap his staff in Garrouche's ugly face.
Was it so easy to blow up the Alliance's stronghold?
The painful lesson from last time had already proved that directly teleporting in would not work. Even though he was a Demigod, he could not deal with it. With the Alliance's tight defense, sending a cannon fodder with [Focusing Rainbow] in would only be a waste of a precious magic bomb.
As a last resort, the Sun King gritted his teeth and sneaked in personally.
It couldn't be helped. He was no longer a king, and he wasn't even the leader of any organization. He was just a traitor who had once betrayed the tribe.
Even if he didn't want to go, Garrouche would force him to 'prove his loyalty to the tribe'.
Garrouche did not guess wrong. Naxxramas was indeed heading from the Blasted Land to Kalimdor. It was almost at the center of the Endless Sea.
The Emerald Dream had worn away the remnants of Ner 'zhul's will, and even the power of the crystal skull had been mostly destroyed. Anastrian was no longer a Demigod Pharaoh. Now his strength had returned to Breaking Dawn. In exchange, he no longer had to suffer the mental torture of the crystal skull.
He wanted to prove to the world that the Sun King was still powerful.
In a bad situation, Garrouche did not fulfill his promise to help him take back the new Undercity. It was not that he did not want to, but that he could not.
He knew that helping such a stupid chief might not end well. Since he had been stripped of the Sun Snatcher surname, his desire for power had grown.
He used to be a king, and he could not accept that he would just leave the world stage in obscurity.
Perhaps, this was his final struggle.
Naxxramas' defense was very tight. Flying in the air, there were still six formations of more than a hundred flying ships outside, from top to bottom, left to right, front to back, a total of six directions surrounding the fortress.
This was not a problem for a Breaking Dawn Wizard.
There was no moon in the night. Under the cover of the night, he rode a Bone Griffin and easily approached the sky above Naxxramas. He wrapped himself in a cloud of black fog, and just like that, with the wind, he slowly floated to the huge fortress with [Feather Fall].
Without much effort, he entered the fortress through a small open porthole.
Normal people could not get in.
He was a Lich.
Driven by the power of darkness, he could separate each of his bones, float them in mid-air, float them into the fortress one by one, and then reassemble them.
The fortress was brightly lit, and people came and went. This was not a problem for Anastrian. He was very condescending to hide in one box after another, and let the logistics personnel transport them in.
Without much effort, he read the minds of mortals and knew which box was sent into the core area of the fortress.
However, he quickly realized that something was wrong.
Not only was the surroundings too quiet, but three people with extremely strong elemental waves had suddenly appeared.
Breaking Dawn?
No! There was even a Demigod!
"Anastrian, don't you want to know where you've exposed yourself?"
The Sun King was shocked. How could he forget this voice?
It was him, using the tone of a lofty victor, who had stripped him of his Sunstrider surname!
The voice of Kael 'thas Sunstrider!
It was over!
The Sun King tried and was shocked to find that the entire space had been sealed.
Left with no choice, he slowly walked out of the box and rearranged his shrunken bones according to the distribution of human bones.
In the empty hall, the three Pharaoh Jaina, Khadgar, and Kael 'thas stood there.
This lineup was really magnificent.
"Hehe, how did you find out?" The Sun King deliberately used a teasing tone.
"What do you think?" A charming voice that was not unfamiliar to Anastrian sounded behind him.
His soul almost instantly collapsed.
How could he not recognize this voice?
The Eredar Twins!
It was because of their cooperation that he first betrayed Azeroth.
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