Menethil's Power

Chapter 508 Shadow of Twilight
The north wind howled in Northrend, but in the Ragefire Chasm beneath Orgrimmar, lava churned.

Misha was humming. She didn't like the hot environment very much, so she was very anxious. In the previous battle, she released the anger of this anxiety on the enemy. Even the huge demon guard was killed by this giant Bears shredded.

Rexxar put his hands on its shoulder blades to calm his animal companion, but his attention was on the old orc warrior in iron-gray armor in front of him. "The Great King" has the most intuitive feeling of combat power. At least half of the reason they were able to break into the deepest part of the Raging Flame Rift was because of Saurfang's powerful power. Magma Worm.Or the devil, neither is his single enemy.

This is the real warrior, Rexxar couldn't help having such thoughts.

Drake'thul, the "senator" of the Shadow Council, has no backbone at all. Rexxar brought him to Orgrimmar, so Thrall and most of the tribe's high-level officials knew that the Twilight's Hammer's lair was in their Underfoot, this caused a great shock.

A raiding team was formed immediately, and Warchief Thrall was seriously injured, so he was led by High Overlord Saurfang, plus Rexxar and the most elite Kor'kron guards.

Although he had received accurate information, Saurfang was furious when he found out that Ragefire Chasm had really become the lair of warlocks. He was appointed as the guardian of this great city after the completion of Orgrimmar. However, they did not expect that the biggest threat to the city was right under their feet.

Bursting into the deepest part of the Raging Flame Rift with the momentum of thunder, those warlocks and their thugs resisted very resolutely, but they couldn't change anything. It didn't take long for the current leader of this place to lie on Saru's body like a dead dog. In front of Farr.

However, this old warrior did not look relaxed. According to Drake'sul, his master was Red Blackhand who had obtained the head of Gul'dan, but a group of people including Saurfang who participated in the first The veterans of the Second War didn't quite believe that the mediocre son of the Great Chief of the Black Hand could do such a thing, so they all thought that Gul'dan's remnant soul returned to the world with the help of Red's body.

However, the dying orc warlock in front of him after a few strokes with Saurfang is neither Red Blackhand nor half of Gul'dan's soul breath.
Saurfang looked at Draxar coldly. This captive who surrendered to the new tribe was naturally brought here as a guide. At this moment, Draxar's lips were a little dry, "This is Boruman, He has... a considerable position in the organization."

"Didn't you say that your master is hiding here?" Saurfang suddenly became aggressive.

"Look at the demonic circle over there," Delaxul pointed to the traces of fel energy in the corner, "Lord Regold... oh no, that despicable traitor Red should have gotten the news in advance and left." The crappy warlock He looked cautious, for fear that this vicious-looking king would use his neck to sharpen the ax blade on a whim.

Got the news in advance?Saurfang frowned. Could it be that Orgrimmar still has an inner ghost?
Although the warlock named Boluman couldn't even stand up, he laughed like a liao, "Do you think you have won? Do you think you can learn all our secrets from that coward?"

Rexxar's face became serious, it didn't sound like the villain's cruel words before he died, but Saurfang had already bent down, grabbed Poruman by the collar and lifted him up, he His fangs almost touched the warlock's dark green face.

"Now you should consider how to persuade me to spare your life, instead of clamoring needlessly." The king snorted heavily.

"My life is not worth mentioning, and the master's plan will surely come true." The warlock responded, and just as he finished speaking, his body suddenly started to smoke, and the breath of sulfur rushed towards his face.

Saurfang slammed Poluman away, and the warlock's body started to ignite spontaneously in mid-air, and the flames of fel energy directly engulfed his body.This sorcerer had the courage to set himself on fire with evil flames, but he seemed unprepared to bear the pain, and screamed terribly.

"Warlocks deserve to die." Saurfang cursed in a low voice, and Drak'Thul shrank his neck like a quail.

No one here has studied fel enough to predict or prevent the sorcerer's self-immolation.

"He was obviously left behind to delay our abandonment." Rexxar pointed out in a deep voice: "He should know where that Reygood went."

"But we won't be able to get any answers from him after all." Saurfang shook his head and looked at Drak'Thul, who immediately shook his head violently, expressing that he didn't know anything.

For such a young man with rich "experience" but little ability to do practical things, there is no point in killing him. This kind of person will always play a role, as long as he is not allowed to get in touch with more important secrets.After Great Chief Thrall was moved with emotion and reasoned, Draksul joined the new tribe gratefully, and volunteered to become the leading party in order to show his loyalty.

But he really doesn't know much about the Twilight's Hammer's core secrets.

Saurfang snorted coldly, not bothering to embarrass this idiot, he looked around, there was a little spark in the air.

"Throw the corpses of those warlocks and demons into the magma!" He ordered the Kor'Kron elites: "We should go back."

Rexxar sensed a different atmosphere very keenly. "What's wrong?"

Saurfang turned his head and walked towards the exit, and Rexxar immediately followed. Although he was half a body taller than the old orc warrior, he still considered himself a junior.And Saurfang already regarded the wanderer as a true and trustworthy Horde warrior, so he didn't mind telling him something.

"I have participated in all the wars since the establishment of the Horde." Saurfang kept walking, and said as he walked, "Therefore, I have dealt with the Shadow Council a lot. Those who use fel energy must open the portal to carry out long-distance battles." Transfer, and this demonic circle means that they have not teleported too far."

"You mean..." Rexxar's face was hidden under the wolf fur hood, so his expression couldn't be seen.

"Yes, Orgrimmar should be in trouble after we come down."

The veteran warrior who had experienced many battles made a good judgment. When they came out of the shadow rift, they found that there was a lot of smoke and fire. Many buildings in Orgrimmar were burning with raging flames, and there was the noise of war in the Valley of Power.

"Kor'Kron, move!" Saurfang ordered immediately.

The unrest subsided quickly as the enemy was mostly a mob, although there were some trickier spellcasters, but that was dealt with quickly - Thrall only sent Saurfang and Rexxar to attack the Flame Crack Valley, while Vol'jin and Drek'Thar are still in Orgrimmar, which is obviously a very wise decision.

There were not many casualties, most of them were minor injuries, but the property loss was serious. Rebuilding the burned buildings would inevitably increase Orgrimmar's financial burden. Garywix, the big boss of the Bilgewater Consortium, will soon be able to Make another big buck.

Vol'jin walked into the Great Chief's fortress in the Valley of Spirits. Thrall's poisonous wounds were only stabilized, but not completely removed, so he couldn't come forward in person, but as the Great Chief, he was naturally very concerned about the current situation .

The Kor'kron guards immediately let Vol'jin go. They knew very well that although the Darkspear tribe had a small population, the troll leader was also the leader of the tribe and an important staff member of the warchief.

"How's the situation?" Thrall's hoarse voice came from the clan throne.

"It's just that a group of insignificant minions have been caught. There is no trace of Raygood. He should have fled Orgrimmar long before the turmoil occurred." Volkin said in his usual calm tone.

Thrall's unnatural face turned black again, "It seems that our internal corruption has reached a very serious level."

"It's true. About one tenth of the city guard soldiers joined the rioters in this riot."

Thrall's face changed suddenly, and he slammed his fist on the armrest of the throne. It is already appalling to hear such a group of thugs lurking in Orgrimmar, but one-tenth of the city guards... that is the regular tribe of the tribe. army!
This is the greatest irony to the tribe, to him, the Great Chief!

It was because of Rexxar's arrival that he discovered the Twilight's Hammer's conspiracy ahead of time. If they were allowed to develop, wouldn't even the throne of the Chieftain be theirs?

Thrall's face was a little distorted, but he suddenly bent down and coughed, and the majestic aura just now vented immediately.

"Don't get too excited, Warchief." Vol'jin shook his head, "The toxin is just suppressed, you need to rest."

And this Shimmering Poison, apparently also the work of this new Twilight's Hammer!

Thrall calmed down. The knowledge he learned in Lordaeron when he was a child made him understand that a qualified politician will never show his emotions on the surface. As a great chief, he must be calm, at least let others think he is calm .

"Is there any news from the Warsong Clan?" Vol'jin hesitated for a moment, then asked suddenly.

Another thing Draxul explained was that the "Fountain of Power" discovered by Grom was actually concocted by Raygood, which also confirmed Thrall's previous doubts that the Warsong Clan was still skeptical. The object of conspiracy by dissidents.

Since the first battle of Ashenvale, the Warsong clan has been stationed on the northern border of the Barrens. Although it is not far from Durotar, there is still a considerable distance. Bian also had no time to react.

"Nazgail has brought people there, I hope he can bring back good news." Thrall said.

The possibility of getting good news is quite slim. Thrall's orders to the wolf cavalry commander are mainly to investigate. If something is wrong, he will report back immediately, and he may not even need to have contact with the Warsong clan.

Thinking of Hellscream's blood-red skin, Thrall's heart sank to the bottom.

"The troubles we face are likely to be beyond our imagination." Woking also sighed.

Orgrimmar has only been established for two years, and the chieftain's fortress, the highest power center of the tribe, still looks very crude. From the air, the city looks more like a simple native city, rather than being owned by brave orcs.

A raven flew across the sky. This kind of bird should not appear in a desert like Durotar. His identity is naturally revealed. The existence of the former guardian is mysterious and unknown to most mortals Yes, but not for some transcendent beings.

Raven's clear goal was the Chieftain's Fort, and when he arrived at his destination to land, he found a man, an elf, at least in appearance, on top of the orcish power building.

This female elf has snow-white skin but black hair. She looks mysterious and alluring. There are not many elves with such characteristics. Of course, it is not normal for her to appear in the city of orcs like this.

Unless she's not an elf at all.

The raven hovered in the sky for a few weeks, and found that the elf's gaze was always on him. Obviously, the other party was waiting for him.

"Why maintain this unnecessary disguise?" the elf said, "I think it's time for us to meet, Lord 'Prophet' Medivh."

This 'prophet' has a strong sense of irony.

Seeing that the other party pointed out his identity directly, the raven landed and turned into a slightly old beige robed mage, "If it doesn't matter to pretend, then why do you maintain this humanoid form?" Once The Guardian replied.

Naturally, he could also see the real body of the other party.

"It seems that you also know who's attention you will attract. Since you know our existence, why do you dare to pack yourself as a prophet and interfere with the progress of the timeline?".the elf asked aggressively.

"I don't know your standards and behavior, but I have seen a certain direction in the future after all. In order to remedy the mistakes of the past, I am trying my best to guide this world to a better future."

"That is to say, you are actually testing us in the process?"

"That's right." Medivh readily admitted.

"To a certain extent, you are doing well." After a while, the elf seemed to confirm something, "Although you have seen a certain future, you are not beyond time, you still belong to 'history', What you did is still part of 'history'."

"You can think of it this way, I am an awakened person."

The elf was noncommittal, and began to look at Medivh with a very serious look, "Your appearance has allowed us to discover a new possibility, perhaps allowing you mortals to control your own destiny. To a certain extent, we can indeed Gives you similar access to ours, but you must be regulated in order to comply with the ... 'code'."

"Control? Regulation?" The mage has a rigorous and prudent attitude towards things he doesn't know, so Medivh didn't question him immediately. "

"To put it simply, what you did in the Eastern Kingdom is very up to standard. You are just giving reminders. The specific process is carried out by the parties' own will, and now the matter of the Scourge has almost been perfectly resolved." Elf Said, seems to be very familiar with the recent actions of the Prince of Lordaeron, Medivh is not surprised by this, he has long had the feeling that the prince is the Child of Destiny. "

"But here, in Kalimdor, why do you have to come forward early and try your best to make all parties act according to your wishes?" The elf continued to ask very rudely. "

"Because the orcs are not the natives of this world after all, I want them to integrate into this world, so as to increase the guardian force of this world."

Because of this, he tried his best to eliminate the conflict between the orcs and the night elves. After all, he also opened the Dark Gate, and doing so now can indeed be regarded as atonement.

Guide the birth of a brand new tribe and let it guard the world, no matter which timeline Medivh seems to do this.

"So you came here to tell Thrall the exact location of Red Gul'dan, so that the Horde can eliminate this threat?" The elf's eyes kept falling on Medivh, and her pupils turned out to be blue-purple Yes, elegant, mysterious, giving people a very strange feeling.

"Not only that, I have already convinced the leader of the night elves, and now I am here to let Thrall understand the importance of maintaining peace between the two sides."

"You are free in this regard, even if you can marry these two races, we will not stop you," the elf's tone and content made Medivh look a little weird, but his attention was quickly caught by the elf He was attracted by what he said, "But about Raygood, you can't mention it to Thrall."

"Why?" Medivh immediately asked; "You should know better than me that although the orc who got Gul'dan's head is difficult to achieve, his ultimate goal is that place. If something goes wrong, Possibly a crisis worse than the Battle of Quel'Thalas..."

"We are paying attention to him, so there is no possibility of any mistakes, and you don't need to intervene." The elf's tone became serious, "It is precisely because he has no ability, so he can be allowed to touch that place, after all, it is The hidden cancer, speaking of it, the situation there is ultimately caused by your mother."

The other party mentioned his mother, and Medivh's face was a little dark and uncertain, "Okay, I agree to your request." He finally said.

After all, the other party is the official orthodox, so naturally you have to abide by their rules when you do similar things.

"Very good." The elf nodded, and she began to walk back slowly. The chief's fortress was not very big, and the area at the top was relatively small. She quickly retreated to the edge, as if she was about to fall.

Medivh stared at her, a brilliance enveloped the elf's body and gradually swelled. When the brilliance dissipated, a pale golden dragon appeared, and no one in Orgrimmar knew that there was such a dragon. Huge monsters hovered above them.

Medivh's last trace of doubt was eliminated, this is indeed a bronze dragon, your guardian of time in Azeroth, it's just that the human form is more maverick.

"Finally, I would like to remind you that if you violate our agreement, then you yourself will become part of the wrong history that needs to be corrected."

Not so much a reminder, but more like a threat.

"You don't have to worry about that, I never break my promise." Medivh said flatly, "But since you are leaving, you have to tell me what your name should be." He finally asked a question.

"I'm Kronom, you can call me...Kromin."

(End of this chapter)