Game Across the World

If it weren't for the memories of previous lives, Shen Chen would not doubt Blackham, he was indeed a hard worker for the orcs.

　　In getting along with Blackham, Shen Chen once believed that this former warchief, who used to have great power and desire, had completely transformed in his life in the wetland for many years.

　　 But Shen Chen looked back and thought that in the whole incident, he was suspicious instead.

In the envoy, Drek'Thar defeated all of them, but Blackham gained the trust of White Claw. In the wetland port, Blackham repelled the murlocs, and with the help of the White Claw clan, and a chance of lifeless Ma Kegora, obtained Thrall's understanding; among the refugees and players, Blackhand used this disaster to accumulate a lot of goodwill and prestige!

Inferring from previous thoughts, it seems that the Twilight clan has benefited the most from this disaster; but when you think about it carefully, the Blackhand Warchief has reversed the views of most orcs and reshaped his own in this disaster. Image!

　　 From this look, Blackham is the one who has benefited the most in this disaster!

　　 Think of the Black Stone under the Black Dragon Prince and the two sons of Black Hand in Black Rock Mountain; recalling the two mists that suddenly appeared in the Wetland Port and the envoy leaving the Sierra.

　　 At least, with the help of the main line system and Minerva, Shen Chen has confirmed that the source of the fog is Nefarian, so the most doubtful one can be confirmed?

　　 Then what does he want to do? Now that Orgrim's reputation is rapidly declining?

　　 "What if Blackham's power and desire still exist? Twilight Prophet, Gromash, you don't believe it now, but a seed of doubt has been planted!" Shen Chen suddenly asked.

　　 "But the position of the chieftain is still not his turn!" Grommash said flatly.

　　 "Not necessarily! What if the warchief dies in the camp of the Warsong clan!" Shen Chen said to himself, but what he said was irrefutable!

"In that case, the hatred of the Blackstone clan will not be Twilight but Warsong; if it is not for my suspicion, he will provoke, Gromash, will you and Orgrim choose the candidate for the warchief? Battle of Thrall?"

Shen Chen looked at the two and said, "The battle between you and Thrall has further divided the orcs inside. Once the war is rekindled; whether Blackham, who has the support of the Twilight clan and the heart of the orcs, can logically re-emerge as the Chief Chief It’s really possible that the position of the player is!"

　　 Thrall and Grommash were shocked. Although Shen Chen's suspicion was only suspicion and there was no evidence, this speculation was really terrifying.

　　 They had to be vigilant, but Thrall remained sane and asked, "But Blackhand's strength?"

"You see, the confrontation of Mack'Gora may have caused you to mistakenly think that Blackham is old; but you should have got the potion too! If there is no such serious negative effect, or the negative effect is slight, just think of Black What is Han's current strength?"

　　 "Then what should we do now?"

　　 Shen Chen laughed, he turned his eyes to Jaina on the other side.

　　 "The only thing they haven't figured out is Jaina's character!"

　　 Shen Chen thought: "You know, the princess of Kul Tiras, known as the ‘Madonna’, is not only an enthusiastic mediator, but also a minority who can treat all races equally!

According to common sense, the human envoys who were assassinated should have stood by and watched the orcs further decline in the civil strife; but with Jaina, it was different, a great mage and a queen, the role here... "

　　 Shen Chen said, "No matter how you doubt it, it's not as good as going straight to see! If you rush past it normally, it must be too late, but having an archmage who is proficient in teleporting spells has become the key to breaking the game!"

　　 "Just, what about the white ghost orcs in the front?"

　　 Before the words fell, a high-pitched dragon roar suddenly came over Celar!

"That's it! Dragonmaw and Twilight appeared, plus the Twilight Dragon that appeared briefly during the assassination. As one of the Kentori Council of Six, the spouse of the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza, Jaina's friend— The red dragon Krasus is the most likely reinforcement to come!"

　　 Just hearing Long Yin, Shen Chen could guess what the reinforcements Jaina was talking about were.

　　 Back then, Alexstrasza was trapped in Grim Batol by the Dragon Soul and was forced to lay eggs. Although he escaped with the help of Ronin, the red dragon heirs were still under the control of the Dragonmaw clan!

　　 The Red Dragon Legion is naturally full of hatred for this great shame, but under the constraints of the life-binder, it did not act rashly.

Although the heir of Kul Tiras, Dai Lin’s son died of the breath of the Red Dragon; under Shen Chen’s persuasion, Dai Lin’s hatred of the Red Dragon at this time has also subsided. If there is a powerful enough force to help him avenge him, How could he not accept it?

So under Jaina’s secret mediation, the Red Dragon "Prince" Krasus was naturally willing to "save" those enslaved Red Dragons (also considered him, the half son of the next door Pharaoh~~Although not his biological ~~ ).

　　 What's more, the appearance of the Twilight Dragon made the dragons more alert: "What does this black dragon want to do! It must be investigated and stopped as soon as possible!"

　　 In this way, Krasus’s arrival is a logical matter.

　　 In the sky of Celal, Krasus looked down on the earth. After the time of the War of the Ancients was over, his size and strength were greatly enhanced.

　　 However, he did not want to fight to resolve the disputes in the mortal world. His eyes were naturally locked on the Sierra Steps, lying on the ground, using only a few flames, and trying his best to survive the tar predator lizard!

Suddenly, Krasus swooped down. The shadow of his wingspan obscured the attacking route of the white ghost orcs. The strong wind blowing during the landing directly pushed several white ghost orcs into the ground. flesh.

　　 But it's not worth mentioning, Krasus has a dragon mouth, the flame of life, with the hot and orange life force, sweeps to the ground!

　　 This flame is undoubtedly much weaker than the black dragon's extinguishing fire; apart from igniting the rows of fences, the ground is not even a little bit black, and there is no countless bursting flames.

　　 But as the dragon of life, the fire of the red dragon is extremely destructive to life; the solid cuticle of the white ghost orc, under the breath of the red dragon, is like a flame facing a hurricane, it will be extinguished in one blow!

　　 Dragon's breath swept across, countless white ghost orcs maintained a charge posture, their bodies were intact, but there was no color in their eye sockets, and the life force was taken away by the dragon's breath.

　　 More white ghost orcs gathered around, but it was no longer the red dragon they had to face!

　　 As a breath of life, it can take away life, and naturally it can bring vitality!

　　Dragon Breath pulled away the life essence of the white ghost orc, but poured it all into the body of the tar predatory lizard. Not only that, Krasus also poured a little bit of life power into this wild dragon "relative"!

The tar-predator lizard who was wronged for the whole scene stood up again. The wound on his body has healed, and the flame on his body is beating more vigorously~www.ltnovel.com~ Of course he will not forget that these little white ghost orcs brought them. Threats and shame; a "food", even the predator's idea!

　　......

　　While the Tar Predator Lizard was showing great power, Jaina brought Thrall, Grommash and the others, through teleportation spells, to the camp of the Warsong clan.

　　 Inside the tent, a fierce battle has ended!

Angara was lying on the side of the camp with his clothes almost completely burnt. A burnt scar was very conspicuous on the left waist. At the same time, his right arm was twisted strangely, hanging on the ground as if it were broken; and he At this time, his eyes were closed tightly, and only a small amount of anger was passively flowing under his skin, and he was completely unconscious.

On the other hand, Laviska also looked miserable at this time. His neat and tidy shadow mystery robe was barely hung on his body like a beggar's outfit; the weak shadow magic power confronted inside the tent. The scorching heat and destructive breath lingered.

　　 Except for a spell wound ruptured by the thunder strike, the most deadly raid came from Laviska's back, a cursed dagger with a forbidden effect, almost scratching his spine and piercing him diagonally between his shoulder blades.

　　 At this time, Laviska was completely unable to cast new shadow spells. He was just like Orgrim, looking bitterly at the blackhand who was full of color and joy.

　　 He asked incredulously: "Why are you now! Just......!"