The Holy Mountain of Goga is located north of Thunder Cliff Fortress and Golden Tent. It is about three days away from both sides, and it is exactly an equilateral triangle. According to its geographical location, it is already part of the eastern end of Greater Atlas Mountain. However, in a hundred miles around this mountain that goes straight into the sky, you can not feel the particularly cold. You can even feel a hint of comfortable warmth at the pass. This is not the warmth in the temperature sense, but a kind of comfort with smooth qi and blood and relaxed body.

"Well, sure enough, just like the Ice Crystal Palace in Nolda, the Cui Palace on Twilight Island, and the Jingling Court at the foot of Mount Haigal, this is also the node of the earth veins. It is full of spiritual energy and active elements!" Lu Ying took a deep breath in the distance, surrounded by the sea of ​​clouds, feeling the more fulfilling and comfortable pleasure, and couldn't help but stretch.

If it is set according to the story of the hometown style, this should be the so-called Feng Shui treasure land, human and cave heaven, etc. Those who want to build sects will definitely make the dog's brains come out for this.

"In the past, the Gersala people built a star-like observatory and astronomical instrument on the top of the mountain, which was their most powerful magic weapon. On the one hand, they could cover the sky and interfere with the astrological signs, which was simply fatal to the astrological masters of Samanthal. In addition, they could also change the climate on a large scale, create typhoons, heavy rainstorms and even thunderstorms, and carry out large-scale attacks on an area." Panarcis squinted his eyes, as if he wanted to find the remains of those ancient magic weapons from the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

"Are we a weather weapon? Well, even in our hometown, it is a black technology that exists in fantasy."

"In addition, this is also the location of the Royal Secretary Academy where the Geersala nobles trained spellcasters. However, it is said that it is a secret technique. In fact, the Geersala people did not have any creativity in magic, but they were very good at collecting, and concentrated a large number of magic points obtained from various countries and races." Fei Xue Leopard said. He immediately realized that everyone was looking at him and quickly explained: "Well, in the heyday of the Geersala Empire, Osha had transformed into a Geersala noble and mixed in here to systematically learn magic."

"That madman has such a learning side?" Lu Xi was really surprised.

"Uh, this...is probably to avoid the pursuers sent by Deliger at that time?"

Well, this explanation makes sense. This fat snow leopard is obviously a foodie who is careless and waits for death. However, it has such a rich knowledge of magic (and various relics), and the accumulation at that time should have played a certain role.

"To be honest, the era when the Gersala people dominated the earth is actually not a good era, but the civilization they created is actually worthy. When their empire collapsed, the coalition forces burned all the Gersala creations located in this mountain. I personally don't agree with it." There was a hint of sigh in Fei Xue Leopard's words.

"Then we have to thank the arrangement of the highest will. The residents who occupied this place after the catastrophe were the worst of the ancient golden species who were good at magic and construction."

We all know that the Bemon Behemoth is the oldest golden bloodline in the world, and was born even before the mortal elves, the Gelsa people, the mermaids, etc. In the ancient wilderness era, before the Gelsa people established a prosperous military empire, these giant beasts that emerged from the mountains were representatives of the vast and endless wilderness in the north. They were so powerful that even the real dragons and Titans dared not confront them head-on on the ground.

What we also know is that the Bemon Behemoth may be too good for physical condition and disdainful of using magic. They also have no motivation to develop civilization and have been in a state of careless primitive community. Therefore, when the Gersa people became the masters of the north, civilization and centralized power finally condensed into a more majestic dominance than mountains. These huge beasts who claim to be comparable to mountains eventually lowered their heads and became pawns of this fighting nation conquering all directions.

However, the golden bloodline is ultimately proud! Such humiliation certainly planted the seeds of betrayal.

The ancient Gerthala Empire suddenly perished during its peak period after dominating all directions. In addition to the internal struggle between the royal nobles on its own side and the siege of all the surrounding countries, it has been rebelling on the empire's land, serving as slaves, cannon fodder and even pets, which has indeed added a strong mark to the demise of this fierce ancient golden race.

At that stage, the roar of the Bemon beast shocked the sky, and used its giant claws that could easily break the mountains and cause earthquakes to tear open the cage of the Gelsala people. Then, orcs, trolls, taurens, and centaurs rushed out of the prison, attacking every Gelsala people who tried to turn them into slaves again. They followed the tall and majestic guardians like mountains, fearless and unyielding, and gained freedom as the most precious thing of the wise creatures and the hordes that had never been experienced since the birth of the horde!

Of course, the orcs have reason to promote them that they are "never slaves", and the greatest guardians of this "never slaves" are the ancient golden species that appear in the world almost the moment the world was born, and are also the behemoths with the most powerful individual strength and physical fitness in this world.

However, faith belongs to faith, totem belongs to totem, but history belongs to history. In fact, historical records tell us that at that time, the first Bemon beast that raised the rebellious flag to the Gersala people was not the (single) Behemoth that was stronger than the Gersala people, but the orc who seemed to be very weak in front of both.

The young orc named Goga Blade Heart possesses the rare incitement and eloquence among the orcs. He sneaked into the residence of the ancient Bemon elders, impressed these ancient behemoths with "sincerity" and "heroic blood", "love" and "reason", and finally agreed to participate in the uprising alliance against the Gerza people. Of course, this is recorded in the official history of Orgrimmar. In fact, by analyzing the materialist view of history, it can be guessed that the Bemon behemoth has its own very realistic considerations and interests.

They can be regarded as the most powerful family and minions under the command of the god of tyranny and slavery. The two are even a symbiosis of fate that shares weal and woe. Even the powerful demon god who was "one of the three demon kings" in the mythology, respected the Bimon giant beasts three times. However, in the period of the Gerthala Empire, such a proud golden race was regarded as a large, powerful pet and cannon fodder by this group of ghosts who "disrespect the world". Such a gap is enough to make a group take risks. From this principle, we can understand that the nation is indeed greater than the sky, and once it is destroyed, it will affect the survival of the country. After all, the problem of raising grace and fighting revenge is too human. Individuals will have it, and groups will also have it. You must treat minorities as ancestors, otherwise it will destroy national unity.

In any case, under the instigation of the young orc leader named Goga Bladexin, the orc uprising that spread throughout the entire Gelsara Empire broke out, which did cause the most fatal damage to this powerful military empire. Of course, the first uprising did not succeed in the end. Goga Bladexin was also captured in a battle. The Gelsa people were in the most cruel "slaughter of ten thousand devourings" against him, which was tied to the mountain wall, while allowing the hawks to bite their internal organs, while using magic to hang the prisoner's life and prevent him from dying. In the past, those who were executed did not die of serious injuries, but died of the mental burden brought by extreme pain. However, it is said that during the execution, Goga did not even scream, and kept proclaiming his ideas loudly, or reciting poems praising freedom.

"Orcs will never be slaves" is the legendary declaration on the death of the legend.

After that, after more than ten years, the Gelsala Empire finally turned into a sea of ​​fire under the siege of the nations. On its scorched earth, the first-generation orc named Oggar, who was also the son of Goga, finally established a unified country belonging to the orcs.

Then, the Bemon Behemoths also got what they wanted. In the community of the Orgrimmar clan alliance, they enjoyed the most abundant offerings and the highest degree of courtesy. The orcs even regarded it as a demigod and a worldly totem. Even the bloodthirsty king who had usurped a part of Ragbar's divine nature and had greatly increased his power returned to Orgrimmar, he did not dare to be rude to the Behemoths. He even shared his divine power with some powerful ancient Behemoths, giving them more powerful power.

If we talk about the era of Lagbar, the Bemons were still employees who were highly valued by their bosses, and when they arrived at Pakens, they had at least been upgraded to small shareholders who could participate in the board of directors.

The Bemon Behemoths occupied the site of the advanced academy where the Geersala nobles used to train extraordinary spell casters, and vaguely called "Hog What's the matter". It is said that this is the largest gathering point of spiritual veins in the entire Great Wilderness, which is commonly known as Feng Shui treasure land. Then, the ancient elders of Bemon renamed this place to the Holy Mountain of Goga, of course to commemorate the orc's ancient unyielding leader.

The years that followed were the golden age of the Bemon Behemoths. They were originally a race that grew and reproduced quite slowly and consumed a lot of resources, and in a sense it was even more troublesome than the dragon race. Instead, after thousands of years of development, Bemon's population was said to be more than two thousand horses at its peak, which was the most prosperous era after they were born in this world.

Then, the Qiming War, which almost completely cut off the ancient monster with golden blood.

We all know how cruel it would be to turn into a cold-blooded Avenger, Knous, after the death of Dawn Knight Paine. For all races standing opposite to Dawn Alliance, they "really kill and decisively" launched a genocide policy. The heads of the hundreds of Bemon beasts nailed to the Sword Bay Avenue were one of the greatest martial arts honors he was praised by later generations.

The Qiming War caused Bemon to lose almost all ancient species and most of the young and middle-aged people, and then in the battle for hegemony with the Nords, they were hit by successive blows. In the era of overlord Steemsson, the northern overlord even announced that he had completely made this species a history and later proved that there were still a group of Bemon seeds left in the deep mountains. But from then on, Bemon, as the most powerful military force of Orgrimmar, could only be regarded as a force of existence.

"There shouldn't be more than a hundred behemoths in existence." The above statement comes from the masters of astrology and prophecy. Although there is no scientific evidence, it is still recognized by most people in this world where mystery is rampant.

Therefore, for a long time, no matter how large-scale Bemon appeared on the battlefield, he would occasionally send two or three big cats to fight with the orc army. Even in Mubohaier, when a large number of troops gathered to confront the southern front, there were only less than ten people appearing in front and behind, and they were basically young people who were still in the naughty child period, which felt like a lack of human resources and could only let half of the young boy go to the battlefield.

"But now that we are at the gate of the city, the entire Orgrimmar is facing a critical moment of destruction. Even if these guys are cold, they should have been out in full swing, right?" Lu Xi thought.

"At that time, His Majesty the Overlord, in the Hanluo Battle to conquer Orgrima, the Bemon beast that accompanied the main orcs to fight was said to have more than two hundred." Artoria said, with a hint of fascination and pride in her tone: "Then, they all died on the battlefield."

Yes, if we reach the politically correct era in the future, your great-uncle from a distant place will sooner or later be detained as the crime of extinction and will be dragged out and framed by the little animated players every year. However, in that era, this was indeed an epic glorious Warring States Period. Of course, the Overlord had reason to believe that he had completely turned Behemoth into a historical term.

However, this race should still exist.

Lu Xi arrived at the Holy Mountain of Goga a week later with two hundred cannons, his artillery, and 1,500 guided gunmen. Here, everyone's old acquaintance, the Marquis of Hector, the prefect of the northern border of Vigia, had been defending here for a long time, just to monitor the giant beasts living in the mountains.

This is not an easy task. Ten thousand elite soldiers will be an important force that can control a war or even a country's fate on a normal battlefield, but facing more than 100 prehistoric beasts is another matter. To be clear, who do you think that one hundred miscellaneous soldiers can kill a real dragon of more than a young man? So, a tough guy like Hector also showed a haggard and tired expression, which is not surprising.

He naturally welcomed Lu Xi's support: "If the remaining Bemon really rushed out of the mountain pass, we can only try our best to hold the other party and create a response for the main force of our army under the Thunder Cliff. Although His Majesty sent me all the ice field mammoths in Greenway's army, I really have no idea whether I can block the charge of hundreds of Bemon beasts!"

This ice field mammoth is also considered a phantom species. It is the largest terrestrial animal in the entire Arir Plateau. Its adult height reaches more than six meters and weighs more than thirty tons. When walking, the impact on the ground is like an earthquake. On the Arir Plateau, many herders are also grazing mammoths, but only the Greenway tribe, a minority ethnic minority living in the far north, has the ability to domesticate this super-large mammoth.

However, no matter how powerful this kind of thing is, it is only based on the standard of "mortal things". In this world, there are no creatures that can be directly facing the Behemoth on land, even a real dragon cannot do it. This is one of the objective truths that everyone agrees with.

"However, with these things, we are sure to block the mountain pass." The Marquis looked at the federal and dwarf artillerymen who were setting up positions not far away, and his eyes were always on the cannons. He was also a new soldier, and he was naturally curious about this new weapon that was said to have a subversive impact on the war mode.

"Not just those, I can sprinkle a handful of small props on the mountain pass later. Even if those big guys really can't hold back, it's best to move after I sprinkle everything." Lu Xi looked at the valley where there was still no movement, and frowned slightly: "You have been here for a month, and there is indeed no movement at all? Even if there are no spies coming out to inquire about the situation?"

"I don't think that Bemon's body size can be waited for a spy." Marquis Hector told a joke, and then said seriously: "However, there is no movement in the Yamasuke." He said this, he smiled bitterly and said bitterly: "This is actually quite painful for us."

"It's like that shoe that can't fall down no matter how hard it is?" Lu Xi asked back with a smile.

This joke actually lacks a little cultural foundation, but it is as smart as the Marquis. After a few seconds of reaction, I understood it, so my smile became even more distressed: "It would be great if it was really just like this."

Lu Xi stretched out his hand to look at the towering mountains in the distance, at the huge mountain pass, as well as the huge totem and door-frame buildings in front of the mountain pass. The road at the mountain pass has been deep into the mountains, and the fog has been shrouded in the period, and the scene inside cannot be seen clearly. At first glance, he thought it was the mouth of a giant beast that could swallow everything, which made people feel very palpitations.

"Otherwise, we can fire a shot and test it out." Artoria suggested.

"No...nothing needs to be done." Lu Xi whispered. Since he covered his palms on his forehead, no one saw that his right eye had turned golden.

"I'm going in and take a look, and everyone should be alert."

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