Chapter 278 The Third Dark Portal Battle Begins (3 Updates)

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   "What a majestic fortress!" Nazgrel said in Common with a Kul Tiran accent.

"That's right! It took the Duke of Stratholme a year to build this fortress with cement! Although our Lord Mograine is not bad, he is still worse than him. Alas!" , said an Andorhal human refugee with admiration.

   "Can you tell me more about the Duke of Stratholme?"

   "Then let's start with the **** orcs."

   As soon as the refugee opened his mouth, Nazgrel showed signs of running wild. Gu’el secretly held down his entourage with one hand, humbly listening to the refugee’s bragging.

   It is undeniable that the things in the mouths of refugees are processed by bards and then spread with falsehoods, which are full of exaggeration.

  Guyle looked like he was listening with gusto.

   After I finally finished listening, there was a sudden commotion in front of me.

   "Ah! Here comes the one with the number plate!" Some refugees shouted happily.

  Guyle soon saw a man dressed as an officer, followed by a few assistants, and six heavily armed soldiers. The assistants handed the rafts one by one from a large bucket to the refugees in the queue, along with a piece of brown bread.

The official shouted repeatedly with the rolled-up iron horn: "Don't worry! Don't crowd. Everyone has it. Put bread on your stomach first, it's free. When you're full, wait for the call to be called, and go to tables 1 to 20. Assign work."

   After getting the food and the number plate, the refugees scattered in a hurry, each finding a leeward place to gather with their acquaintances.

   Looking for a place where no one is around, Guyer grabbed Nazguriel: "Do you remember the purpose of our coming here?"

   "Remember." The young orc replied in a loud voice, "I just don't accept it. That McDonald's is just a lucky human cub. Why did he become a hero by slaughtering orcs."

"My father told me before I left that the life of an orc is never easy, and the worse it is, the harder we must work. It's easy to be impulsive, easy to die, but our compatriots will spend countless times more than Our time, to live a worse life."

  Nazguriel stopped talking.

   "Father said - we envy the luck of that McDonald's, but we don't know how long it took McDonald's strength to shine. We came to learn what he paid behind his back."

   "Got it!" Nazguriel nodded heavily.

"Obviously, humans are afraid of an orc named [Thrall]! Then one day, I will use my strength to prove that I am the Thrall they fear!" There was a strange expression in Gu'er's eyes. The light convinced Nazguriel.

"how to prove?"

"Let's learn human knowledge first, even from the humblest farming." Guyer took a bite of the black bread that was too stiff. His sharp fangs gave him an incomparably powerful bite, and he didn't even need to soak in water. , can also eat black bread: "Then, I want to steal back the [Doom Hammer] of the former Great Chief Orgrim! That is the symbol of the Great Chief."

"Um."

  The two young orcs made a solemn oath under this sky that belonged to humans.

   At the same time, in Alterac Valley.

  Kashdrak looked at Durotan anxiously: "Chief, are you so relieved?"

"I have no choice! Orcs have come to the moment that they must change. I hope that Gu'el learns not only the technology with humans, but also the way to get along with humans, and then lead the Frostwolf, and even all orcs , to embark on a path of peaceful coexistence with humanity, and with the entire Alliance."

"I understand."

  Time flies, and the three years of the Dark Portal are coming soon.

   Far away in Draenor on the other side of the galaxy, a group of mysterious orcs came to Shadowmoon Valley with a group of metal chariots that made a loud noise when they were traveling.

  These uninvited guests broke into the Shadowmoon clan's quarters in an almost rude manner.

   "Who are you? The Shadowmoon clan doesn't welcome you." A great shaman with a strange white-gray oil paint on his face, a brown-red skin unique to primitive orcs, and a staff with an orange-red crystal staff in his head came out. Behind him is a large number of mages who still believe in shamanism.

   The leading guest threw a head that exuded tyranny, terror and mystery far away.

   didn't even need to drop his head, just glanced at it, and the big shaman's heart was beating wildly.

   "Respected shaman elder Ner'zhul, I don't know if you betrayed your apprentice - the head of Gul'dan. Can you forgive us for our presumptuous visit?"

   Picking up the heads of his two or five disciples, Ner'zhul was so happy that he couldn't help laughing wildly.

"Yes! Of course you can! Hahahaha!" He stared at Gul'dan's head and let out a sharp laugh: "My good disciple, I didn't expect you and I to meet in this way! "

The orc opposite    waited politely for Ner'zhul to greet his disciple.

   Although Gul'dan has been dead for a long time, his consciousness has not completely disappeared. Through the mysterious shamanic sorcery, Ner'zhul could still be the victor, chatting a few words with his good apprentice.

   "Okay, what do you guys want to do here?"

   "Respected elder, I am Thorgor. My companions and I came here across time and space to ask you to preside over the overall situation and direct the orcs to invade the world of Azeroth again."

   Ner'zhul's face showed doubts, he was stunned for a moment, and finally nodded: "Come in and talk!"

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  The time has come to Dark Portal 3 December 24th, McDonald's return to Stratholme.

   Looking at the dazzling light in the lord's study, Liadrin and Veresa, who had been guarding the castle, jumped in almost immediately.

   Then it was a touching goodbye.

   "You, you are finally willing to come back!" In just a few seconds, Veresa almost broke down in tears.

   "Humph! You kidnapped me from the Sun King. If you don't come back, I will hate you for the rest of my life." Liadrin said 'grinning her teeth'.

  Well, the life of a high elves is really long, and it is measured in thousand years.

   The hatred of the female elf is indeed quite terrifying.

   "I, I'm back!" McDonald laughed dryly.

   "If you don't come back, the alliance might be over." The elusive Sylvanas sat abruptly on the window sill of the study, apparently she jumped up.

   "What?" McDonald's jolted.

  Alleria pushed open the door of the study, and rolled in with a pile of parchment sealed with fire lacquer: "The Third Dark Portal War has started, and the Watch Castle has fallen!"

Grass! isn't it?

   The Watch Fortress has collapsed? What kind of trouble is this?

   McDonald's is stupid.

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  ps, I also don’t want to update the underworld schedule, it has been quite crashed recently. The demolition of the house near the house is very noisy, and someone downstairs is renovating. It should be better in a few days.

   (end of this chapter)