The orc warriors ate very happily, and the human soldiers also thought it was good. The blood elves and draenei didn't like Spam, that **** was too bad! However, they are small in number, and there are a lot of mages in their own group, who can send food from their hometown, so their opinions are ignored by Vanessa.

The coalition forces eat meat every day, and their internal morale is extremely high. Even the orc laborers who were like garbage before have become energetic. Although they will not surrender to Lordaeron for Spam these days, at least Vanessa's status in their hearts She's almost the same as Thrall. If she can't get along in the Alliance one day and goes to Orgrimmar, maybe someone will choose her as the warchief or something.

"Your Highness Menethil, our marching speed is too slow, do you have any other good ideas?" Khadgar has been in the army for many years, and it is not that he does not understand military affairs, but he really has no good options in the current situation. Nissa discusses.

At this time, the chefs of the Alliance and the Horde were under Vanessa's command, and a large number of hunted beasts were also on her side.

Master chefs cook for her every day, and she eats so beautifully.

Before Khadgar came, she had just wiped out a plate of smoked spore fish and a small plate of spicy lobster. Her mouth was full of oil, and she came out after wiping her mouth.

According to her estimate, unless the Khadgar Cosmos erupts and teleports the entire coalition forces to Illidan, the battle will be impossible.

No sacrifice was made on either side, and none of the soldiers died. Instead, she ate and radiated red. No matter how you look at it, she also made a huge contribution to Azeroth. Consecration made in it.

What a pity, what a pity!

She sighed softly: "This matter is very difficult. I am the Regent of Lordaeron, not the Kingdom of Stormwind. Lordaeron soldiers only account for a small part of the coalition army, and it is difficult for me to manage the rest... ..Do you understand the relationship here?"

She didn't get it right, but Khadgar understood.

"I made it difficult for Your Highness, I'm sorry." He apologized sincerely, letting the Lordaeron regent lead the soldiers of the Stormwind Kingdom, which is very detrimental to both parties, the army will not accept her order, even if they accept, those The general will also be liquidated after the fact, no one wants to do such a stupid thing.

"But the current situation..." He looked anxious.

Vanessa spread her hands: "You can say whatever you can, and help me as much as you can."

I came to you because I had no choice. Khadgar left the Fortress of Alleria with a sigh. He missed the days under Sir Lothar so much. Even if Turalyon is here, he is very difficult Direct interference with the command of the army.

No way, just keep going at the current speed.

The coalition forces began to march towards the Dark Temple with a very high morale, but at a slower and slower speed.

Shadowmoon Valley is the most easterly.

This is the Dark Temple that Illidan used as his base camp.

The Black Temple was originally the Karabor Temple of the Draenei, but was later breached by the orcs, and then occupied by the demons of the Burning Legion, and finally fell into the hands of Illidan.

The magnificent temple of the past has long been changed beyond recognition. Evil energy has enveloped the building, and countless innocent souls have died in the corners of the temple. The once bright Kalabo Temple has become a dark temple shrouded in evil energy and evil spirits.

At this time, Illidan had destroyed Nazreza, the hometown of the Dreadlord, and won the greatest victory of intelligent life against the Burning Legion in thousands of years.

He even obtained the imprint of the artifact Argus in the main city of Nazreza, and the coordinates of Argus, the seat of power of the Burning Legion, are in the imprint.

Only by completely destroying Argus can the ultimate battle be won.

It's a pity that the periphery of Argus is surrounded by layers of magical energy. He must go to a broken world called Marton to obtain another artifact called the Sagerite Keystone, so as to completely open the way to Argus.

Illidan is also a master tactician. He naturally knows the importance of intelligence. His subordinates have already detected the news that the coalition forces are marching towards the Black Temple.

Even if he retrieves the Sargerite Keystone, he still needs the stronghold of Outland to prepare for his final attack. Illidan ordered his demon hunters to go to Mardun to find the Sargerite Keystone, and he took the remaining soldiers to stay in the dark. shrine.

Illidan is not afraid of any enemy, nor does he want to make unnecessary excuses. The world is stupid and can't understand his way of doing things.

Sitting at the very top of the Dark Temple, he took out his two artifacts, the Warglaives of Azzinoth.

In order to let his body get used to the next battle, he practiced martial arts on the spot slowly and quickly, dancing the war blade like a windmill. The warm-up effect was excellent, and he was waiting for the alliance and the tribe to come to the **** battle.

Wait, wait, wait...

He was a little surprised when his already active body relaxed, what about the Alliance and the Horde? The surroundings were calm and there was no movement.

Without further ado, keep warming up! He grabbed the war blade again, facing the air, stabbing, slashing, chopping, cutting, and used all kinds of martial arts. He practiced for a full hour before stopping.

Now is the time for the Alliance and Horde to come?

He stood on the top of the temple and looked west. The pair of amber eyes that would have been recorded in the history books were destroyed by Sargeras himself. The eyeballs in the eye sockets had long been burned into hollows by evil energy, and now they turned into two **** of light green He lost the eyes of mortals, and his world lost its brilliance, but the evil energy gave him a wider vision, and he could see many things that mortals couldn't see.

He stood on the top of the temple, with his hips crossed and looked westward, for a full thirty minutes, he didn't even see a ghost!

The night of the dark temple came quickly, the sulfur-smelling wind passed by, and the wailing of the wronged soul seemed to be echoing in his ears. Illidan turned a blind eye to it, but he didn't hear it. Now he was full of doubts, those **** alliances and Where did the tribe go?

In the early morning of the next day, he came to the top of the temple to wait.

He slashed at the air again, and then felt that it was a waste of energy, so he threw off his arms and began to sharpen the knife!

The Warblade of Azzinoth is divided into the left hand and the right hand~lightnovelpub.net~ There are two pieces in total. Both ends of the Warblade are sharp blades. This is what Illidan got from a doom guard of the Burning Legion named Azzinoth. seized.

Illidan regarded it as a treasure and kept it with him for many years.

The artifact Warblade lived up to his expectations. It had killed countless powerful enemies for so many years, and it was still as sharp as ever.

Usually he is too busy and has no time to sharpen his knife, but today he really has nothing to do...

Grind it!

Bang bang bang, finish grinding the front side, grind the back side, turn around and sharpen the blade on the other side after grinding the back side.

After sharpening the war blade in the left hand, sharpen the right hand.

Two war blades, four sharp blades, and eight sides, he spent a whole day sharpening them.

The Alliance and the Horde still haven't shown up...

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