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Chapter 1282 It’s not tasty! (My belly is round from eating so much watermelon)

A figure stood on the top of the mountain in Hellfire Peninsula, staring coldly at the long crowd at the Dark Gate below.

"What are they doing?"

Standing there was a tall elf man with devil-like horns and wings. His name was Illidan, who was once a very famous figure among the night elves. In fact, Illidan is also very famous now.

In the ancient battle against the Burning Legion ten thousand years ago, Illidan fought to the end, but because his actions were too radical, he was imprisoned by his own compatriots after the battle.

Ten thousand years later, he escaped again and came to Outland. Illidan's goal has not changed, which is to fight against the Burning Legion and destroy Sargeras. To this end, he raised an army in Outland, attacked the Dark Temple built by the demons, and trained a group of demon hunters who were born specifically to hunt demons.

For Illidan, this is just the beginning. As long as he can defeat the Burning Legion, he doesn't care what the cost.

The Alliance Expedition had attracted Illidan's attention when it appeared, but he didn't care about the Alliance. However, when the Inquisition appeared, Illidan changed his mind. He didn't know where this mysterious force came from, but the only thing he was sure of was that the other party had a powerful force that could fight and destroy the Burning Legion.

  Illidan originally planned to find an opportunity to contact this mysterious force called the Inquisition, but he didn't expect that after entering the Outlands, the other party did not advance inwards as Illidan thought, but instead just stopped at the Dark Portal. Not only that, the Alliance expeditionary forces that had previously entered the Outlands actually withdrew!

Illidan sent people to investigate the situation, but the result surprised him.

The expeditionary force is actually going to evacuate!

What a joke! Evacuate! Why evacuate!

Illidan was puzzled. The Inquisition clearly had such powerful warships that it would be easy for it to destroy the entire Burning Legion in Outland, but they actually came here just to evacuate?

This was completely incomprehensible to Illidan. He had wanted to sneak in to investigate the situation, but the Iron Warriors guarding the Dark Portal seemed to have sensed Illidan's presence, and his attempts were unsuccessful. Now, he could only watch the last expeditionary team enter the Dark Portal, and the iron battleship slowly rose into the air and disappeared into the sky.

"call……………"

Illidan shook his head. He certainly knew about the abnormality of the Burning Legion. But he did not believe the news that Sargeras was dead. In his opinion, Sargeras might have encountered some kind of trouble, which led to this short-term chaos. As long as he returned, the Burning Legion would immediately unite again.

  This was originally a good opportunity to deal a blow to the Burning Legion, but those people threw away this good opportunity that was within their reach!

Sure enough, it is better to rely on yourself than to ask others. You still have to rely on yourself.

Thinking of this, Illidan's expression turned grim again.

  We still have to rely on the demon hunters we train to completely destroy the Burning Legion!

After making the decision, Illidan stood up and prepared to return to the Black Temple. However, at this moment, suddenly, a dazzling beam of light appeared in front of his eyes. Illidan looked up instinctively and saw a shining beam of light passing through the clouds and slowly falling to the ground.

Then, a light as hot as the sun emerged - this was the last scene Illidan saw.

The void shattered.

The already dilapidated Outland planet was completely shattered by the main gun of the Inquisition. Standing on the bridge, watching this scene, Varian and Mekkatorque opened their mouths wide, unable to close them. Although they had seen a similar scene last time, Argus did not make much noise when they saw it from outer space.

But this time it was different. They watched with their own eyes as Draenor, which was already on the verge of falling apart, completely exploded under the attack of the Inquisition's main gun. Watching a planet, a world being destroyed in the most intuitive way before their eyes, the shock it brought was naturally unparalleled.

“It’s really hard to imagine…”

Varian was filled with emotion, then turned to look at Duanmu Huai.

"Your Excellency the Inquisitor, why didn't you use this before in Argus?"

"Because Argus wants to preserve the planet, it's a bit troublesome. But it's different here. This planet is already rotten. There's no value in keeping it. Just blow it up."

As Duanmu Huai spoke, he glanced outside—there was no trace of any planets there at all, only an asteroid belt to show their presence.

Well, actually it doesn’t exist anymore.

"Okay, now that we're done here, we should go back."

For the tribe in Kalimdor, the war between the Alliance and the Burning Legion has nothing to do with them. In fact, the tribe now has its own mess to deal with.

That's the Forsaken... Oh, there aren't any Forsaken anymore.

Only the unlucky Banshee Queen was left.

As the leader of the tribe, Thrall was troubled by the Banshee Queen every day. The other party repeatedly asked the tribe to fulfill the alliance agreement and help her retake the Undercity. But after Thrall sent people to investigate the strength of the Inquisition, he said, "Well, sorry to bother you. Goodbye."

The Forsaken were all wiped out, and the Banshee Queen was left alone. Thrall had to use his head to help her!

Finally, Sylvanas and Thrall had a big fight and left angrily. As for where she went, Thrall didn't know. But for Thrall, the problem at hand was not the Banshee Queen, but the Inquisition.

The reason is very simple, that is the human supremacy of the Inquisition. In fact, the Alliance was similar at the beginning. After the Alliance defeated the orc invasion, many people suggested that the orc captives be executed directly. As a result, the King of Lordaeron, as the leader of the Alliance, did not know why he was crazy. He not only rejected the request of these people, but also built an internment camp to accommodate all the orcs.

Although the orcs did not live very well during that time, at least they survived.

  However, the attitude of the Inquisition is consistent—kill them all, leaving no one alive!

This made Thrall very worried. Although the Inquisition was currently fighting at the Dark Portal and Outland and had not yet set its sights on Kalimdor, Thrall was very worried that after dealing with the Burning Legion, the next target would be the Horde.

Judging from the brutality of their attack on the Forsaken, the Inquisition will obviously not give the Horde any good face. Thrall can certainly express his desire to coexist peacefully with the Alliance, but whether this idea will be recognized by the Inquisition is still a big question.

Not only that, Thrall also collected some intelligence and learned that after the appearance of the Inquisition, humanism in the Alliance has been on the rise again. Originally, some people were in favor of peaceful coexistence with the tribe, but now most people think that the tribe should be destroyed as soon as possible.

"Why……………"

Thrall sighed silently. He also knew that those people supported peace before because the strength gap between the Alliance and the Horde was not big, and fighting would only hurt both sides. From a realistic perspective, these people chose to cease fire. But now the Alliance has an unimaginable weight, and the Horde has almost no means to eliminate its advantage...

  Do we really need to go to war with the Inquisition? Or should we negotiate with them and try to buy as much time as possible?

Just when Thrall was worrying about the future of the tribe, suddenly, he seemed to sense something and his expression changed.

"The power of the elements has changed. Is this... a maelstrom? Not good!!"

Big whirlpool.

  This is a huge vortex in the center of the Endless Sea. Its appearance can be traced back to the war with the Burning Legion. But now, the origin of the vortex itself is not important, what is important is... what came out of it!

"roar-------!!!"

The giant black dragon clad in iron armor roared angrily, flapping its tattered wings as it emerged from the whirlpool. Flames burned on its body, and the aura it exuded was full of brutality.

"Pain, suffering, my hatred burns in the abyss! The world trembles at my torment! The pitiful kingdom crumbles at my wrath!"

The black dragon suddenly leaped up, flapping its wings and flying forward. As it moved, the originally calm sea began to roar, and the surging sea water turned into a tsunami rushing towards Kalimdor. The earth began to tremble, and a huge crack directly cracked into the barren land.

"boom!!!"

When Thrall walked out of the hall, he saw the Horde's airship spinning and crashing into the tower next to it, turning into a ball of fire. The entire Orgrimmar was in ruins. Thrall looked up and saw a black shadow flying across the sky in the distance, rushing forward. Behind it, the blazing flames seemed to set the entire sky on fire.

"Deathwing——!"

Staring at the shadow in the distance, Thrall's voice trembled. He knew the origin of this terrifying beast. It was once one of the five great dragons. The black dragon king Natharior was also the strongest among the guardian dragons. However, even as powerful as Natharior was, he was eventually corrupted by the old gods, suffered a mental breakdown and became Deathwing. He led the black dragon clan to attack.

Ultimately, Deathwing's plot was thwarted, and he retreated to the elemental plane of Deepholm to recuperate.

And now, it's back!

"boom-------!!!"

Deathwing spread his wings and roared over Orgrimmar, and the ensuing storm and fire instantly ignited the city of the Horde.

  But this is just the beginning!

For Deathwing, these reptiles on the ground are not within his scope of concern. He has only one goal, which is the Dragon Rest Temple. He wants to take revenge and let the shadow of destruction completely cover Azeroth, because he is the embodiment of power... What the hell?

Just as Deathwing was setting fire in Kalimdor to show his presence and declare "I, Deathwing, am back!", suddenly, a huge shadow appeared out of nowhere above Deathwing's head.

Deathwing raised his head in confusion and looked up at the sky instinctively.

Then, in Deathwing's vision, he only saw a huge bloody mouth that almost covered the entire sky.

Immediately afterwards, before Deathwing could react, the big mouth closed completely.

“………………What is it doing?”

The girls on the battleship were stunned as they watched the young Ether Dragon poking its head out over Kalimdor. As they watched, the young Ether Dragon smacked its lips, then with a "poof", it spat out what it had just eaten. The girls then saw a bloody, skin-and-bone-broken black dragon being spat out, and then it fell to the ground like a pile of garbage.

At the same time, the girls also received telepathic communication from the young Ether Dragon.

In a word.

"Unappetizing!"

(End of this chapter)