Menethil's Power

Chapter 568 The Raven Messenger

Hall of the Chiefs.

Thrall, the great chief of the tribe, sat on the clan throne, leaning against the heavy Hammer of Doom. He seemed to have never taken off the black and yellow metal plate armor on his body, and his solid green face showed a bit of vicissitudes.

Everyone who has dealt with the warchief subconsciously ignores the fact that the warchief is only in his early 20s. He seems to be even more reliable and experienced than Drek'Thar and Eitrigg. The two are true tribal elders.

It was only two years ago that Eitrigg joined the new tribe. After signing the black ship agreement that made the whole tribe feel extremely humiliated, Isaacs seemed to be satisfied with Thrall's obedience. One of the tribe's compensations was to send all the orcs who remained in the Eastern Kingdom to Orgrimmar.

Among them are the Frostwolf clan who still remain in the Alterac Mountains, and Eitrigg who lives in seclusion near Hearthglen.With Lordaeron's current control over the northern continent, it is impossible for them to hide any longer.

Like Drek'Thar, Eitrigger participated in the Second War, but was disappointed with Gul'dan and Doomhammer, so he chose to leave the Horde during the war and lived in seclusion in the wilds of Lordaeron for more than ten years .

But because of Lordaeron's own development and vigorous development of land resources, Eitrigg's life is not easy. Although he has no idea of ​​hurting any human civilians, the wilderness of Lordaeron is shrinking so that it is almost impossible to To accommodate an orc to move freely, and it is impossible for him to meet another Lord of Hearthglen who can have some kind of sympathy with him - Tirion is now in the royal city for at least eight months of the year, naturally impossible Have free time to roam around your territory.

So he was arrested, but fortunately after the Black Ship incident, although it was essentially an oppression of one side over the other, at least it can be said that the Alliance and Horde have ushered in a superficial calm since then.From this aspect, Isaacs can even win the Azeroth Peace Prize. At first, there were voices in Lordaeron who questioned why they should trade with orcs, but now no one mentions this. In the face of interests, everyone will become very realistic.

The current system of Lordaeron is very peculiar. It not only retains the centralized monarchy, but also carries out complete industrialization. After all, there is the existence of Lordaeron, the world tree, and the overall material production is very rich. It has become very stable, and most of Isaacs' ideas can be absolutely implemented when there is no other political force to check and balance the king's power.

Isaacs even planned to reunite Sal and Teresa. The little girl had grown up back then, and he originally wanted to use her to control Sal, but now he found that it was completely unnecessary, and Isaacs himself didn't care about it. What other intentions, so now I feel more and more that I should send this poor girl out.

Teresa played a very important role in Sal's upbringing. She was like a big sister to him, and Isaacs didn't mind being a good person.

But Thrall refused.

The young chief is very sensible. Although he is eager to reunite with Teresa, he knows that a weak human girl should not appear in the orc city, and the tribe's people will not be happy to see them The Warchief and a human girl have a special kind of intimacy.

So even if it was just a trick, he could only let Teresa stay in Lordaeron, and rejected this "good intention".

This makes someone very sorry, he would have liked to see a good show.

It took Thrall half the time to convince Eitrigg that the new Horde was very different from the old, earning the old warrior's allegiance.This grizzled old orc is not only a seasoned warrior, but also a rare wise man. His wisdom and experience helped Thrall deal with many internal affairs of the orc.

Perhaps because he lived freely in Lordaeron for more than ten years and was not imprisoned in a shelter, Eitrigg saw the most clearly besides Thrall, those grains, cloth, farm tools, Although weapons seem to have brought great benefits and convenience to the tribal people, in essence, more than half of the value created by the tribal people will be plundered.

But even so, the technology and goods from Lordaeron are still helping the tribe to develop, at least much better than without these "aids".This is also the main reason why Thrall has no choice but to agree with the current situation. After all, the gap between the times is in front of us. The only way for the tribe to survive is this. Only by waiting quietly and developing silently can it be possible to change the current situation.

The pressure on him from that ship was too great, even surpassing the pressure on him from Isaacs. The main goal of the tribe's military research in the past two years was to find effective means to counter that steel floating warship, but there was almost no progress.

In addition to diplomacy and trade with humans, Thrall also had to deal with disharmonious voices within the tribe. Many stupid militants neither had the vision to see through the current situation nor understood the painstaking efforts of the great chief. He is quite dissatisfied with the status quo of maintaining peace with the alliance and conducting a large amount of trade. He threatens to win everything by war instead of animal skins, herbs and ores.

Thrall could only smile wryly at this. The one person and one tree demon that broke into Orgrimmar back then, as well as the black ship with a great sense of oppression, all showed that war was the least desirable option.

But these are put aside for the time being. At this time, Drek'Thar and Vol'jin are in front of the great chief. The series of effects brought about by the fel energy explosion not long ago, these two experienced spellcasters naturally also Feel.

"The elemental spirits are trembling." Thrall frowned, "I feel that they, and even this world, have suddenly suffered some kind of damage."

"This is actually not the first time." Drek'Thar said slowly: "A similar situation happened six years ago, but it wasn't really that strong."

Six years ago... six years ago was almost the time when Thrall had just escaped from the royal city of Lordaeron and found the Frostwolf clan, and that time was the beginning of the Battle of Quel'Thalas.

"It seems that the Burning Legion has come again." Thrall whispered.

For the hatred of demons, orcs do not need to be less than humans, or even worse.

"The devil has an extraordinary interest in this world." Wojin said, the troll's unique long fangs swayed with his breath, "Wan Ling told me that this change happened far away from Kalimdor." Perhaps we don't need to be too nervous..."

The meaning of the troll is obvious. Since humans and high elves could solve it last time, they should be able to solve it this time.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple." Thrall sighed.

Among the agreements he was forced to sign at the beginning was an agreement called "Azeroth Mutual Defense Plan"...

At some point, the light in the chief's hall suddenly dimmed.

The three of them stopped talking. They all sensed a different atmosphere keenly, so they became vigilant. The unscrupulous human who broke in more than two years ago showed that even the power center of the tribe is by no means safe. The place.

Fine dust appeared, gradually gathered to form thick smoke, and then gradually dissipated, and a figure slowly emerged in the smoke, as if he had just escaped from the shadows.

"It seems you know what to do, Warchief of the Horde." His voice was cold, dry, and emotionless.

This is a creature that Thrall has never seen before. His figure is tall but distorted, his bare skin is unnaturally pale, most of his face is covered by a black mask, and his eyes are shining green. Gives a chilling feeling.

His weapons are two sickles, and the blades are also shining with a faint cold light.

"A Broken One?" Drek'Thar was a little surprised. Although the old shaman was blind, it didn't mean he didn't have the ability to perceive. As a figure of Thrall's grandpa, he naturally knew that this shaman was degenerated from the Draenei. species.

"I feel the breath of shadow and evil energy on him, but he doesn't look like a demon." Volkin also gave his own judgment.

Thrall narrowed his eyes. This stranger could sneak in here without being noticed, but he showed up directly, which shows that he is at least not hostile at the moment. "Who are you? What's your purpose?" He asked in a deep voice.

"You can call me Akama." The Broken One's voice was still as uncomfortable as dead wood, "I came here on the orders of my master to confirm whether the tribe is willing to fulfill his obligations to this world."

The atmosphere in the chief's hall suddenly became a little tense, and the three leaders of the tribe immediately understood who sent the other party.

"Why do you pledge allegiance to humans?" Drek'Thar immediately asked, "Could it be that the Dark Portal has been opened again...or does it mean that humans have mastered the way to Draenor?"

The old shaman saw the key directly.

Akama didn't answer his question, and even ignored Drek'Thar directly, his green eyes only stared at Thrall, "Azeroth accepts orcs, then orcs should guard this world, if you refuse to fulfill obligation, then my master will take some coercive measures."

Thrall was silent, and the sudden silence in the chief's hall was a bit strange.

It took him a long time before he spoke slowly, "The tribe will not be afraid of any challenge, nor will it evade any obligation."

He has no choice.

……

A pitch-black raven soars alone in the sky, and the scene below is constantly changing, deep valleys, snow-capped mountains, and lakes. This bird is obviously very purposeful, and his goal has always been the elegant city by the lake.

This scene is indeed somewhat familiar.

When flying to the ruins of Dalaran, the raven hovered over the huge pit behind the raised Violet Castle.

Flying over the noisy trade area and residential area, we soon saw the core of the country - the royal palace. The raven flew over without hesitation, and almost instantly, several sharp beams of light shot towards him .

This is a defensive facility that even a dragon can defeat.

The raven's reaction was very sensitive, it made an evasive movement - and then appeared directly more than ten meters away, this is obviously not an ability that a normal raven should have.

The beam hit only a few flying feathers.

Raven thought for a while, and found a remote corner honestly. With a flash of light, a young silver-haired mage appeared.

Khadgar couldn't help sighing. He originally wanted to go directly to the Throne Hall of Lordaeron. Transforming in front of the king should leave a deep impression on the other party, but it seems that he doesn't have the conditions to be as chic as his mentor.

There is no way, it is completely impossible to break through the defense system of the Lordaeron Palace without taking any forceful measures. After all, part of the mechanism was designed by him himself, and he certainly understands this.

The mage who had recovered his original appearance and even looked a little tender could only walk out of the gate of the palace with some helplessness, "I am mage Khadgar, and I need to meet your king or Prince Isaacs."

He obviously has the strength of an archmage, but now he looks like a young boy who is looking forward to being injured by a nobleman and thus joining the Royal Mage Corps.

"Khadgar?" The royal guard, who was originally expressionless, suddenly lit up when he heard the name, "Please follow me!"

Khadgar was a little dazed, as if someone was waiting for him?
Sure enough, after being led into the palace, he saw the enthusiastic Isaacs, who put his arms around his shoulders affectionately, "Aha, it's just you, buddy!"

"Uh, I'm here to..."

"Needless to say, I know what you are going to do, but someone has sent the news earlier." Isaacs patted Khadgar's shoulder, "It's urgent, we'll talk about it on the way."

A golden light descended from the sky, enveloping them.

(End of this chapter)