Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 361 The Burning Sky

In Altay City, when Arthas and Varian arrived at the training ground led by two Platinum Clan orcs, they happened to see Daza and Grommash fighting; Varian did not understand the reason why he wanted to When he stepped forward to help Daza deal with Grommash, he was stopped by Arthas.

"Alsace, why did you stop me?"

Varian looked at his younger brother in confusion.

"This is not a battle, but a unique way of communication between Dasa and his men."

Arthas looked at the scene happening in front of him and recalled memories that were already somewhat vague to him. He still remembered that when he was in the city of Zul'Dazar, he once witnessed Dasa and a member of the Zan Privy Council. Members, a scene of passionate fighting on the training ground.

"What a barbaric way of communicating and I'm starting to believe he was a troll in the past."

Varian felt a lingering fear in his heart as he watched Glommash's foot being caught in Daza's hand and smashed to the ground.

"Perhaps, it is also for this reason that this troll king was able to control the old tribe and become the chief of this group of orcs."

Alsace looked calm and unperturbed, quietly waiting for the end of the battle between the two.

On the training ground, the originally flat ground had turned into a pit due to the battle between Glomash and Daza. Daza crossed his arms and looked down at Glomash, who was paralyzed at the bottom of the pit and unable to move.

"Are you done with your anger? Now, you can think calmly. My, Overseer."

"Ahem~ I still can't let go of Garrosh's death, Warchief."

Grommash collapsed helplessly at the bottom of the pit. The anger in his heart had almost been vented in the battle with Daza, and now only regret remained.

"Then be prepared to find Gul'dan and bring back the traitor's head."

Daza said, reaching out his hand to pull up Grommash who was lying on the ground.

"I will, I will wipe out all those traitors who managed to survive!"

Grommash has a clear goal. He wants revenge. He wants revenge on Gul'dan and his Shadow Council who killed his son!

"It seems that your exchange is over, King Dasa."

After seeing the battle end, Arthas took the initiative to walk into the training ground.

"Oh? Arthas, you came just in time to treat this guy. Well, Varian is here too? It seems like something big has happened."

Daza was not surprised at all when he saw Arthas, and summoned the High King of the Alliance unceremoniously.

"Troll! You'd better watch who you speak to, Arthas Menethil is the High King of the Alliance."

Varian didn't like Dasa's tone very much, so he seriously made a verbal negotiation with Dasa.

"There's no need to focus on this, Varian."

As Arthas spoke, the holy light lit up in his hand, and the golden light shone on the weak Glommash, completely healing his fatigue and injuries.

"Arthas is right, Varian, don't pay too much attention to this kind of thing."

Daza looked at Gromash who had recovered and stopped supporting him.

"Forget it. We tortured out some information from that Garona, about the Burning Legion."

Varian suppressed his dissatisfaction and prepared to inform Dasa of the relevant information as soon as possible.

"The Burning Legion? I know, so it's time for you to go back quickly, leave Draenor, and close the Dark Portal."

Daza's expression remained unchanged. He was not surprised at all by this kind of information. Anyway, the group of demons would come sooner or later, and he also had an idea of ​​how to deal with it.

"King Dazar, this is the only thing the Alliance will not agree to. At least we will not leave here until we help Draenor win this war."

Alsace's expression became serious at this moment, and he was serious about his thoughts on this matter.

"Is this what you think too?"

Daza did not look at Arthas, but at Varian; as early as the Zandalari Empire, he had already seen the stubbornness of this two-pronged boy, and he only hoped that the king of the Kingdom of Stormwind would be more sensible. .

"Instead of having a war with the Burning Legion on Azeroth, it is better to fight in the outer land of Draenor. At least, Azeroth will not be injured."

Varian answered very simply. He made the judgment based on a weighing of interests.

"As long as the Dark Door is closed, you don't even need to fight, don't you understand?"

Daza did not want accidents in Azeroth in parallel time and space caused by his interference, and he now desperately hoped to avoid such a thing from happening.

"The Burning Legion will invade Azeroth again sooner or later. We are doing this to better protect our world. This is not just to help you."

Varian looked at Daza, and he also believed that Azeroth could be better defended by keeping Alliance forces in Draenor.

"Iron Horde, be fearless, boy, the demons of the Burning Legion cannot resist our front."

Grommash does not believe that the Iron Horde will be defeated by the demons of the Burning Legion. He is confident that he will defeat any enemy who dares to invade Draenor.

Just as everyone was discussing whether the Alliance should withdraw to Azeroth, countless green bolides suddenly appeared in the sky, falling to the ground like a meteor shower, and accompanied by these green bolides. There is a dense barrage of evil light bombs.

In the low-altitude orbit of Draenor, the Fel Fleet led by Archimonde has arrived and, under the orders of the fleet commander, began an orbital bombing mission.

After many battles with Daza, the fleet drill manual within the Burning Legion even clearly stated that close contact with Daza and the Seed of Argus he was riding on was prohibited.

When fighting Dasa himself, there was also an order that he had to stay at a visual distance to ensure his own safety before engaging in combat.

This is not because the Burning Legion cannot kill demons, but because Dasa's melee lethality is too powerful. If you want to kill this troublesome mortal, simply relying on the number of people will have no effect.

"Lord Archimonde, the first round of orbital bombing has been completed. The Hellfire Vanguard has defeated the indigenous troops in the area where the Dark Portal is located. Do we want to land?"

As an observer of this fleet, Talgas reported the first round of bombing battle reports to Archimonde.

"What about the warlock? Where is he?"

Archimonde looked at Talgath and asked about Gul'dan.

"The warlock is in that grassland area at the moment. He said he wants to resurrect Mannoroth, but he needs the assistance of the Legion."

Talgath marked Gul'dan on Nagrand, located high on the mountain north of the Throne of the Elements.

"Oh, that loser Mannoroth... well, let him open up a passage to Azeroth for the Legion in this indigenous land! Release the five fel towers! Let them help the warlock resurrect Mal Noros!" Archimonde thought for a while and made up his mind.

"Sir, the first batch of descending troops are ready and can land at any time."

Tichondrius walked into the bridge command room to report to Archimonde.

"Carry out another round of bombing, and then let the landing troops begin to land. Target: Dark Portal!"

Archimonde sat on his throne, looking at the burning earth below, his eyes filled with the desire for destruction.

"Yes, my lord."

Tichondrius said and turned and left the bridge.

The entire land of Draenor suffered orbital bombardment from the Burning Legion's fleet. This sudden attack plunged the entire Draenor tribes into chaos. The orbital bombardment continued, and hellfires fell from the sky like hailstones. , endless.

The city of Altay was also attacked. After Dasa killed several Hellfires, he knew what he was going to do next.

"Grommash! Go tell Blackhand and the others! The war has begun! The demons will come at any time!"

"Oh, I have been waiting for this moment for a long time! Leave it to us! Warchief! For the sake of the tribe!"

Glomash laughed ferociously, beat his chest with his fist and rushed towards the Hall of Courage.

"You two! Follow me!"

Daza said, taking Arthas and Varian towards the tarmac in Altay City. He was preparing to go to the Dark Portal, and he had to ensure the safety there.

The city of Urna, as a city with a typical Eredar style, is the key target of the Burning Legion. The energy shield extending from the Seed of Argus protects this new city, but, in No one can say how long it can last under such intensive orbital bombardment.

"Warriors! Ignite the Light Blade! The time has come to take revenge on these bastards of the Burning Legion!"

Atas stood at an entrance to Urna City, looking at the large-scale Hellfire army outside the shield. He held his hands, and the energy spurting out from the wrists of the pair of gauntlets turned into two to about A 1.7 meter light blade.

"Fight for Argus!"

Following Atas were a group of eredar warriors wearing the newly developed Argus power armor. Like him, two light blades appeared on the gauntlets on both arms.

This group of elite warriors just followed Atas, turning into a strong wind and rushing towards the group of hellfires.

Countless arcane blue light blades turned into a stream of light here, rushing towards the Burning Legion army burning with green flames.

The sharp light blade easily cut through the defenses of these demons. The sturdy power armor not only provided protection for this group of Eredar warriors, but the additional power also enhanced their strength and speed.

The brave warriors did this because they wanted to ensure that the entire Seed of Argus could take off smoothly. The real battlefield was still in outer space.

"Karak! How are the preparations for the launch of the spacecraft?!"

Atas was trapped deep in the sea of ​​demons and could kill a group of demons with just a random slash with his hands, but he still cared about the situation of the Seed of Argus.

"Charging is still going on, and it's still halfway to liftoff. Non-combatants are boarding the ship."

Karak's voice came from inside Atas's helmet. This news was not good news for Atas.

"Hurry up! How are the preparations on Turedal's side?!"

As Atas spoke, he had already seen a new round of meteors in the sky, and there were also many airborne pods among them, which obviously contained the landing troops of the Burning Legion.

The number of enemies is increasing. If the Seed of Argus cannot take off, then they will all be finished. I wonder where Chief Daza is at this time?

Atas's anxious heart turned into the motivation to fight at this moment. He just wanted to let himself and the people he protected survive in this cruel war!

Altay City, the apron, has also been filled with blazing hellfire. Looking at the pile of twisted metal debris that has turned into a pile of scrap metal, he knew that he wanted to take a shuttle to fly to the Dark Portal. It’s impossible.

It seems that the only option is to run!

"The number of these demons is too great! Even in Mount Hyjal, I have never seen so many demons!"

Arthas held Tyr's hand tightly with both hands. Looking at this amount of hellfire, he couldn't help but feel a little numb.

"Is there any other way?"

Varian turned his head and looked at Daza.

"You have to fight your way out of here first, you two keep up with me."

As he spoke, Daza pulled out the two spears he had taken from the training ground behind his back, and turned into a red meteor and rushed into the Burning Legion's formation. At this moment, red anger broke out, and the bright red spears The head is unstoppable.

"It's really amazing. I have never seen this night elf's strength before."

Varian held Salamani in both hands and just ran forward. He wanted to fight the demons, but the road to Dazar was too wide for him and Arthas, and the demons still wanted to fight. He didn't have time to rush to their side and passed by.

"Haha, this reminds me of the time when we were in the Zandalar Mountains. At that time, the troll king led me, Jaina, and Thrall to attack the Ahn'Qiraj swarm."

Alsace has already experienced this situation, but he never thought that he would have the opportunity to experience it again in this life.

"You have time to talk nonsense, so why not be alert to the surroundings! Arthas, these demons are different from those aqir bugs!"

Daza struggled to clear the way ahead, listening to the chat between Alsace and Varian behind him and quickly reminded him.

Dasa is not very worried about the current defense work in Altay City. This is the big tent of the entire Iron Tribe, and it is also where the clan chiefs of the clan assembly are located. The military strength is still very strong, and it will not be a problem to support the current offensive of the demons. The trouble now is over there in the Tanaan Jungle.

Once the Dark Portal falls into the hands of the Burning Legion, Azeroth over there will be in trouble.

When Daza thought of this, he charged even faster, so fast that Arthas and Varian had to run at full speed to keep up.

"Lord Archimonde, the Dark Portal area is already ours, are you going to Azeroth?"

Talgas finally brought back good news.

"Where is Dasa?!"

Archimonde asked about Dasa's movements.

In that battle on Argus, he had not forgotten the humiliation of being forced to use magic flash by the opponent. This time he wanted to regain his position!

(End of this chapter)