I don't know how long it took before Su slowly woke up, and was surprised to find that he had not become a meal for insects, but was lying on a soft camp bed.
He scratched his head in confusion, leaned up and looked around, but saw a night elf in an unfamiliar tent mixing potions. Judging from the appearance, he should be a druid. Could it be that he was in Cenarion Fortress at the moment?
The troll coughed twice and asked the elf: "Excuse me, brother, may I ask...where is this place and why am I lying here?"
The elf glanced at him, seeming a little surprised that a troll could speak the common language so fluently: "This is Cenarion Fortress. You and your entire army were brought here by Lord Siroma a few hours ago...
It seems that you were injured by the miasma of giant poisonous insects, which resulted in your unconsciousness."
"Ah, that's right, brother!" Su nodded with lingering fear, gesturing with his hands and said, "That bug is simply bigger than two Kodos stacked up! We have never seen one of this size before..."
The elf brought the prepared herbs over and said: "You are lucky, the poisonous gas you inhaled is not too much, and you can continue to live and breathe after a long time. However, your comrades are not so lucky. They are all dead now."
Still unconscious!"
"Thank you..." Su took the medicine bowl, took a sip and asked, "By the way, who is Sir Siroma? How could he get our entire squadron back to the fortress?"
"It's 'she', not 'he'," the elf corrected, "My Lord is the chief priest of the Moon Temple in Darnassus. His status in the Moon Temple is second only to His Majesty Tyrande. She was on her way to the fortress.
I happened to encounter you in danger, so I brought you here conveniently."
"So that's it..." Su nodded in understanding.
The person who is second only to the High Priest of the Moon God should also be an amazing strong man... After drinking the medicine, the troll lay down to recover from his injuries, but his mind was a little confused: he had clearly heard a man's voice before, how could it change?
Becoming a female priest? Could it be that she was poisoned and had abnormal hearing?
Su shook his head a little irritably, and simply stopped thinking about this troublesome matter. He closed his eyes and turned over, falling into deep sleep within a moment.
At this time, the voice that Su couldn't figure out appeared in the commander's hall of Cenarion Fortress - just when the two commanders of the Alliance and the Horde were determined to find traces of Siroma, the priest suddenly appeared.
The ground appeared in front of them. What made everyone even more unexpected was that the one who came hand in hand with her was actually the bronze dragon prince Anachronos.
As we all know, a giant dragon's mind and size are often inversely proportional to each other, and the character of "Yaiju must retaliate" is also generally a portrayal of most dragons: you will never want to offend a dragon in Azeroth, given their long lifespans
With excellent memory, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, the dragons will have enough time and patience to catch you - the only exception is that these offenses have not touched their reverse scales, maybe the dragons will consider sparing you a small life
Precisely because this image is so deeply rooted in people's hearts, after learning about the grievances between the night elves and the bronze dragons, Saurfang and Havers would never have thought that Anachronos would appear here in person, and they still hoped that
Able to cooperate with mortals who have offended him
Although breaking the scepter was just Fandral's personal behavior and had nothing to do with the night elves or the druids of Cenarion, it indirectly led to the alienation of the relationship between the Aspect Dragon and the mortal race. Now Anak
Ross lowered his profile and came here in person, and had to say that it was beyond everyone's expectations.
"Your Excellency Anachronos, I am very glad that you can stand on the same side as us. In this way, the coalition forces will have a better chance of winning against the worms..." After meeting with the Bronze Dragon Prince, everyone took their seats.
Saurfang spoke first
"But having said that, this situation is not very optimistic. Compared with the quicksand battle a thousand years ago, the resurrection of the ancient gods undoubtedly requires us to face a more powerful enemy, and the endless bugs are also annoying.
Such a difficult problem... I wonder if you have any opinions on these?"
Seeing everyone's eyes turning towards him, Anaclos pondered for a moment and said: "Your Excellency, Commander, is right. Compared to the battle a thousand years ago, the enemy we are facing now is undoubtedly more powerful, and even if
They are the insect puppets pushed into the background by the ancient gods, and they themselves also have considerable power."
"Back then, with the combined power of the four Aspect Dragon Races and the Cenarion Council, they were only able to draw a draw with the worms. After sacrificing the lives of three dragon kings' sons, they reluctantly used the beetle wall as a last resort to conquer the worms.
Human Seal In fact, their two most powerful warriors are also the kings who rule the entire empire - the twin emperors Vicnilas and Vicrol have never fought, and the supreme leader of the entire insect army is just
It's just a general named Rajax..."
Anaclos paused for a moment, glanced at the surprised and worried faces of the mortals, and slowly added: "Just such an insect force, which cannot be called an elite force, actually defeated the night elves army."
They were retreating steadily, and even with the help of the four dragons, they only managed to win a miserable victory... This shows how strong the Qiraji are."
No matter Marlis or Regen, no matter how much these two mortals knew about the war that year, they would never be able to compare with Anachronos, the son of the Dragon King, who showed up to speak out personally. After all, the orcs have always been almost blind to their own combat power.
Self-confidence, if it weren't for the overwhelming power that could convince them, these guys would probably give a 50% discount to Regan.
Anachronos, who is now a dragon, personally admits that the Qiraji are difficult to deal with. Although the orcs are somewhat stubborn and proud, except for the Dragonmaw tribe who can capture the red dragon queen to make an egg-hatching hen, most of them
Some orcs are still in awe of this powerful creature, so Saurfang also obviously felt that his subordinates were breathing a little faster.
"In this case, why do you two suggest that we take the initiative to take the offensive? Since the Qiraji are so powerful, it is obviously best for us to hold on to the defense line of Silithus and wait for reinforcements from Orgrimmar and Stormwind City!"
Roxas interjected and was very puzzled by Shiroma and Anaclos' attitude in supporting Regen's strategy of switching from defense to offense.
"It is precisely because the opponent is strong that we must take the initiative to attack!" Xi Ruoma, who had never spoken until now, suddenly said, "In the quicksand battle, even with the power of the four-color dragon and the elves, we still only achieved a miserable victory. In the final analysis, the reason is not the opponent's strength.
In terms of strength, it’s the boundless and endless tide of terrifying insects!”
"I don't know what the Qiraji have developed in the past thousand years, but during the Battle of Quicksand, the only thing they could use was the Anubisas Legion, and after the Aspect Dragon joined the battle, these
The big man's stone lumps are gradually falling behind, unable to resist the dragon's huge power and flames... If it weren't for the endless silithid frenzy underground in Silithus, Ahn'Qiraj would have been conquered by us thousands of years ago!"
Everyone in the hall nodded as if in tacit understanding. Indeed, although the Alliance and Horde troops had arrived in Silithus less than a week ago, the battles they encountered were basically as Shiroma said: completely a worm sea tactic.
Under the vast sands of Silithus, there are countless bugs hidden in any indescribably small gap. Maybe their claws are not as sharp as swords, maybe their venom is not as fierce as guns, but if
Instead of hundreds and thousands of these bugs, what about tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of these bugs?
A chill suddenly rose up everyone's backs. Saurfang frowned and asked: "It is true that the current situation is exactly as you said... but the solution to all this is to rely on having no chance of winning.
Attack? Ms. Shiroma, the tribe has never been afraid of blood and death, but a charge that is destined to be destroyed is unacceptable to us!"
"Please believe me, this is by no means an attack destined for destruction!" the elf priest said confidently, "I have been traveling around Kalimdor for so many years in order to deeply study the ecological conditions of these silithid insects! In countless
After many failures and comparisons, I have reason to believe that the Qiraji gave up a certain degree of advanced intelligence in exchange for horrifyingly efficient reproduction, thus producing countless cannon fodder creatures that abandoned their intelligence and were crudely prepared.
kind!"
Regan narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "So, do you think there might be a workshop that produces low-quality insect-men hidden beneath the ground in Ahn'Qiraj?"
Shiroma smiled slightly and showed an approving expression to Regan: "The Humane Dragon Slaying Knight is the bravest of the three armies and has great intelligence. Now he sees that he is indeed extraordinary... Yes, I believe that the Twin Emperors also saw it thousands of years ago.
Because of the advantages of the Zerg race, they will retain part of the inheritance and wisdom of the core Zerg people, and transform other low-level Zerg people into unconscious fighting machines, in exchange for the terrifying alien insect frenzy!"
"According to this, that ancient god... C'Thun should be the boss of this workshop?" Havers also immediately reacted and asked in a deep voice.
"That's right!" Anachronos nodded, "The changes that the Qiraji have made over the past tens of thousands of years cannot be hidden from the eyes of the dragons. When the Aziyaki dominated the continent, they relied on their cunning minds.
With tyrannical strength, it is definitely not the ant tactics like the Qiraji. I can even infer that C'Thun may have controlled these insects long before the Battle of Quicksand!"
A glint flashed in Saurfang's eyes: "Having said so much, it seems that all we need to do is kill that C'Thun, then all problems will be solved!"
"Yes, that's exactly what we mean!" Shiroma said, "The sooner we confront the insect-men, the better. Prolonging the confrontation will only waste the effective strength of the coalition forces in vain, and on Ahn'Qiraj, only the ancient god C'Thun exists.
One day, the number of silithid bugs will never decrease, and it is easy for a false god to create those mindless bodies!"
Roxas asked with some worry: "But now that the beetle wall is blocking us, how can we get in? Besides, the only scepter that can control entry and exit has been smashed, so there is no way to fight with those insects!"
"That's not necessarily true..." The Bronze Dragon Prince suddenly smiled mysteriously and magically pulled out an ordinary-looking cane from his arms.
"If we can make it, we can also fix it!"
—————————————————————————— I struggled for a long time with the task of opening the door to Ahn’Qiraj. I spent two days deleting, deleting, and modifying the lang, but I really couldn’t do it.
It was so exciting to write about the process of running and breaking a leg, so I had to bear the pain and gave up this plan. But don’t worry, I will never miss the grand scene when the door opens and Saurfang’s speech. After all, it is 1.9