Menethil's Power

Chapter 509 The Twilight Guide
Orgrimmar fell into chaos, and the mastermind of the chaos had already left. He was more vigilant than anyone imagined, and he knew that a storm was coming at the slightest sign of trouble.

After all, he cannot see the light, and only by hiding in the dark can he carry out his plan.

At this time, in an unremarkable cave in Razor Ridge, Red had a gloomy face.This is one of the secret strongholds he set up before, and it was his first stop after leaving Orgrimmar, but it obviously cannot be used as a long-term hiding place. After all, Razor Ridge is too close to Orgrimmar, and soon A warrant for him will be posted on the bulletin board in this village.

According to the plan, Red originally planned to retreat all the way to Desolace, where he had already accumulated a lot of power. Although the Raging Flame Rift was hidden, it was still under the eyes of the new tribe. Moving out, now is just ahead of time.

Although the plan to corrupt the new tribe has almost failed, several stable portals have been opened in Desolace, and an entire army has been accumulated in the past year—although they are all low- and middle-level demons, But it is still a force that cannot be underestimated, a force that can form a force on its own,

With such a force in hand, he can still realize his ambitions, and the first thing to do is to find out the traitor, tear him into pieces, and feed his soul to hell dog.

But now he suddenly discovered that the realization of this plan has encountered unexpected difficulties, just like his previous plan for the tribe.

"What did you say?" Reid wanted to keep calm, but his voice was still raised a few degrees. "Those centaurs actually attacked us? At this time?"

The orc kneeling in front of it lowered his head, as if he didn't dare to look at the furious Red in his eyes, "The three clans in Desolace jointly launched an attack on us, although we were repelled, we also suffered heavy losses. "

The loss was heavy... Red's eyes shone with uncertainty. Centaurs are ferocious in nature, and individuals have quite good combat effectiveness. They are natural nomads. Since they appeared in Desolace, no other race has been able to Surviving in that desert, even the aboriginal tauren could not bear the disturbance and moved their families.

Facing this kind of enemy that can be said to be full of cavalry, the middle and low-level demons summoned by the Twilight's Hammer before really have no advantage. After all, those are just rubbish that even the regular troops of the Burning Legion can't get in.

Red took a few deep breaths and digested the news that made him feel terrified, but then he discovered something unusual, "The three clans have been fighting each other? Why did they attack us in unison?"

The infighting between each other is the main factor that restricts the overall racial strength of the centaurs. Otherwise, with the advantage of the four-legged race, they would not only be concentrated in Desolace, but spread to most of Kalimdor, Red's The Twilight's Hammer had always been inseparable from them before. Although he had considered supporting one of the three clans, he finally gave up the idea of ​​interfering in the internal affairs of the centaur clan.He had no idea that these beasts would cause him so much trouble, and it was at such a critical time.

"Why, they united?" Reid asked word by word. He knew that he shouldn't vent his anger on the messenger in front of him, so he tried his best to calm himself down.

Centaurs are supposed to be one of the most unlikely races to unite. The violence and chaos in their blood makes them lack a sufficient sense of identity even with their own race.

"The exact circumstances are not known, but some who speak the language of the centaurs say they were shouting for the Goddess."

Reid raised his eyebrows. The information about Desolace is basically only goblin merchants who want money and life to do business there, but he still knows some semi-public secrets of the centaur clan, goddess?Naturally, the goddess of the centaur could not be Elune, but the princess of the earth element Therades. It is said that she and a certain natural faction god gave birth to the centaur race.

If it was her will, then the centaur clans who had fought each other before might indeed put down their hatred and unite temporarily.

But here comes the problem again. I have never heard of the actions of the earth elemental princess before. She is obviously not a kind and righteous natural god. She has the active intention of destroying those demons. If she really wants to defend her The territory is not infested by demons, it should have been attacked as early as the portal opened, why did it suddenly start to attack until now?
It was absurd that Red felt that an invisible hand was manipulating everything secretly. He had done the same thing before, and he didn't expect to be the prey himself.

A month ago, he thought he was in control of everything, and he just needed to pick the fruits when the time was right, but now thinking about it, he didn't have such strong control power as he thought.

It doesn't mean that he has obtained Gul'dan's head, he is Gul'dan. Compared with the genius warlock who sacrificed the whole world to satisfy his selfish desires, he is still too far behind.

Red's face was gloomy. His enemies and those subordinates he gathered believed that Gul'dan's soul occupied Red's body, but in fact it wasn't. The soul is quite weak, so it can only confuse people, and Red did what the traitor in the original history did. He used his complete soul to suppress Gul'dan's remaining will, and obtained his knowledge and memory.

This process is very dangerous, Gul'dan is difficult to deal with after all, even the remnant soul has accumulated a considerable amount of power.But in the end, Reid won. Although there were many coincidences, he won after all.

This is a kind of luck, but in the eyes of some beings, luck is also a variable that can be controlled, and in some cases it is almost equivalent to necessity.

He is Red, not Gul'dan, and he is not Raygood, although he has never voluntarily admitted this. It is doubtful that borrowing Gul'dan's reputation has given him a lot of convenience, and Red alone cannot rebuild Twilight Hammer.

But now he regretted it a little. If he had kept Gul'dan's consciousness, just pure consciousness, with such a seasoned and mature conspirator as a guide, he might not have the current passive situation.

But it's too late now, Gul'dan's head is in his hands, but it's just a powerful magic accessory, the last trace of the legendary warlock's thoughts have completely dissipated, and if he wants to see him again, he has to go to another place. timeline.

Some things will not be cherished until they are lost. This sentence also fits Red's current state of mind.

The Raging Flame Rift should have been captured by now. No matter how you say it, the foundation of Desolace should not be given up. The centaurs are just a bunch of natives after all. If you really want to deal with them carefully, they are just a bunch of chickens and dogs.

The turmoil in Orgrimmar won't last long, and the Horde will issue a wanted report about him soon. If he wants to escape and go to Desolace, he must pay an extra price.

Reid made up his mind, it's time to start using some hole cards...

"Let's go." He said to the people behind him. It was obvious that he was his most trusted confidant who could still follow Reid at this time.

Someone had prepared a batch of wargs outside. Reid turned on his back and rode on, and the group headed towards the Fushui River in the west. Soon they arrived at the barren land, but they did not continue south. Go north.

At the junction of the Barrens and Ashenvale stood several sentry towers, where a huge orc war camp was located, the size of which could accommodate an entire clan of orcs, and this seemed to be the destination of Red and his party.

The guards at the gate of the camp did not welcome this group of mysterious visitors, "Stop! Who are you?" The orc warrior who looked like the captain asked loudly. It also looks very unsightly.

However, everyone in Reid didn't seem to hear his shout. They didn't even get off their mounts, but approached slowly.

The soldiers immediately drew their weapons. Although the war had ceased for a while, they still remained vigilant. As long as they forced their way into the camp, they were considered enemies, not to mention that the opponents were all wearing black cloaks, so they must not have good intentions.

"Stop! You are challenging the Warsong Clan! Before our axes decapitate you, you better tell us who you are!" the captain of the guard yelled angrily.

Red didn't reply, but still urged the wargs under him to move forward slowly. Just when the Warsong guards were tense up and ready to attack, he suddenly raised his head, and a blood-red light flashed in his eyes.

"Respect your master, fools!" he snapped, in the most contemptuous tone.

The Warsong orcs were furious, but their complexions suddenly changed. A red light that was even weirder than their skin color radiated from their bodies, like a burning flame.They lost any strength in an instant, and the numbness from the blood could even directly erode their will.

The power they were once proud of became poison, and they collapsed to the ground one by one, without the slightest strength, "How is this possible..." The captain of the guard questioned with the last of his strength.

Red ignored him, and didn't look at the guards who had turned into dead dogs. Instead, he walked directly towards the undefended gate and entered the Warsong camp.

"who!"

"Who are you!"

"Damn it, I smell the stench of fel energy!"

He swaggered in, and the Warsong orcs naturally couldn't remain indifferent. Most of them raised their weapons and rushed over after roaring. They were more accustomed to talking with their fists than reasoning.

However, they were all the same as the previous guards. They fell to the ground in front of Red and lost all their strength. They changed from powerful warriors to poor wretches who could only howl.

At this moment, Red felt that he was the master, and there were ants crawling around him. Although this should have been expected, the comfort of the king's landing immediately filled his lack of confidence due to losing control of the situation. Heart.

"Damn warlock, what have you done to my Warsong clan?" A deep voice sounded, and the chaos in the camp finally led to Chief Grom Hellscream. A terrifying attack.

However, Red just stretched out his hand lightly, and the raised blood roar stopped, unable to move any more. Grom's face was grim and distorted, and he suddenly felt that he had lost control of his body.

And this is obviously thanks to the black-robed man in front of him.

Grom suddenly felt that the other party's breath was somewhat familiar, and then he showed a look of surprise and extreme hatred, "Gul'dan?!"

"It doesn't matter who I am, Hellscream." Reid smiled lowly, "What matters is you, you need strength, you need to fight, and only I can give you these. The tribe will only suppress your nature and make you become get weak..."

As he spoke in a low voice, a strange red light gradually covered Grom's eyeballs, and finally even a faint flame burned, and his aura became more and more violent.

When it was done, Reid put down his hand holding the handle of the Bloodhowl axe, but the battle ax did not slash down again, but retracted feebly. The bloody-eyed Chief Warsong was dressed roughly, but did not make any offensive moves.

Red showed a icy smile. Now the most powerful Warsong clan in the tribe has completely belonged to him. When Grom drank the devil's spring water, this moment was a foregone conclusion. That was something Red was very proud of. The plan has been very successful so far.

Although the trump card of the Warsong clan should be lifted at a more suitable time, but at this time, he can't take care of it anymore. He urgently needs a force to restrain the energy of the tribe, and the Warsong clan is perfect.

(End of this chapter)