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Diablo 2 Chapter 86: Their respective worries

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    readx; At night, on Teldrassil Island, Fandral Staghelm, who was originally calm, immediately turned gloomy after returning to his tent.  "I have concluded an alliance with the undead from the natural disaster as you said. What about your promise to me, Deathwing?" Facing the dark tent, Staghelm asked calmly.  "What I promised you will be done naturally." From the shadows, Deathwing, who transformed into Lord Presto, walked out slowly. His face was slightly paler than before, as if he had experienced something bad recently.  thing, but the destruction and madness in those eyes are even more conspicuous, "Look, I have brought your son's body. Next, you only need to wait for his soul to be summoned, and your son will be reborn!"  Deathwing waved his hand gently, and from the shadow of the tent, a night elf who was somewhat similar to Fandral Staghelm, but much smaller in stature, came out. His eyes were numb and hollow, and he knew at a glance that there was someone there.  question.  But looking at that figure, Lu Helmet was so excited that tears filled his eyes. He walked forward in a few steps and hugged him.  "Varstan, my child, you have finally returned to me!" The Archdruid, who had lived for countless years, was now like a child, crying and laughing, holding his son in his arms and talking.  He kept on expressing his joy unilaterally, regardless of why his son didn't respond.  Looking at this scene, Deathwing slowly retreated with a proud smile on his lips.  Standing behind him is the ancient god. It is too easy to confuse an archdruid who is about to lose his mind because of the pain of losing his son. Of course, Staghelm's son is also fake, but as long as he can control it,  The other party is enough.  Quietly coming to the sky above the night elf camp outside, Deathwing looked down at the crowds busy preparing for battle below, but he felt extremely happy in his heart.  For the black dragon who is determined to destroy the world, all wars in this world are praiseworthy, because they can bring death to those damn mortals, and the one they look forward to most is the upcoming one, which will not only affect  The number of races and the number of soldiers participating are the highest in any war.  And it also involves a target that I hate the most.  "Kael'thas Sunstrider!" Deathwing Neltharion roared the name in a low voice. Since the War of the Ancients, it has never been in such a state of embarrassment. It was beaten by a young boy who was less than a fraction of his age.  The rat scurried away with its head in its hands.  Being kicked out of the Eastern Kingdom was a great shame. If it didn't take revenge, how could it deserve the title of the Terminator of All Things?  This alliance between the natural disaster and the tribe is just the beginning, one day.  It's going to make that damn brat pay.  Thinking about how to ravage Mo Wen, Deathwing suddenly frowned again, because everything seemed too easy.  With the virtuous behavior of the Scourge, there is generally no racial reason to mix with them, because who knows if these bastards will wait for you to die and call your bones out of the ground to use as cannon fodder and let you die.  No peace at all?  And when you are injured, will these damn friendly troops just give you a touch-up because they find it troublesome, and let you die before joining them?  But this time the alliance between the Scourge and the Dark Night went surprisingly smoothly. First, they learned from their daughter Onyxia about the weakness of Staghelm, the second-ranked druid, and then the number-one figure happened to die at the hands of the blood elves.  The Moon God Priest who could stop Staghelm was also captured. Finally, in order to preserve his main undead force in Kalimdor, the Lich King took the initiative to send his men to show his sincerity in submitting the treaty.  Although everything seemed normal on the surface, it was so normal that it made Neltharion feel a little confused. However, no matter how the Black Dragon King analyzed it, he could not find out what went wrong.  "Forget it!" After thinking hard to no avail, Deathwing stopped worrying about these things. With its wings spread, its huge body flew towards the maelstrom deep in the ocean, where its final armor was about to be completed.  No matter what the enemy's plot is, the Terminator of All Things will crush them one by one with its absolute power.  ?????????????????Just when Deathwing began to make final preparations, Orgrimmar and the leaders of the tribe also fell into a quarrel.  "Thall! Now is not the time to hesitate. We must solve Theramore before the Alliance army arrives. Otherwise, the Alliance army will be able to land continuously from there, and our only geographical advantage will be gone.  !¡± The mixed-blood orc Rexxar said to Warchief Thrall anxiously, his eyes full of uncontrollable anger. As a veteran who participated in the Horde¡¯s first invasion of Azeroth.  It is militaristic and brutal against the pastThe bloodthirsty orcs were very disappointed, but because of this, they cherished the present even more. The hard-working orcs under Thrall's leadership gave Rexxar new hope, and it would never allow others to destroy everything the tribe was doing.  But Thrall shook his head and said in a low voice: "Jaina has promised that Theramore will not participate in this alliance's operation. I believe her!" The leader of the Darkspear Trolls was sitting aside.  Vol'jin curled his lips and said: "Okay, Thrall, I admit that Jaina may be worthy of belief. Like you, she hopes that the Alliance and the Horde can live in harmony, but you can guarantee that her subordinates also think so.  I don¡¯t think Jaina can suppress the opinions of everyone under her. After all, they are all humans, the most greedy, cunning, and treacherous humans!¡± The long-term bloody battle between the Alliance and the Horde made the conflict between the two parties particularly acute.  Just like humans hate the tribes and think they are a group of bloodthirsty beasts, the various races of the tribes also look down on humans, thinking that they are plotting and betraying their allies all day long, and they are just like eating.  As soon as these words came out, even Thrall was silent for a while, because even it didn't know how to answer. It believed in Jaina, but it really couldn't trust Jaina's men in the same way. The second Orc War was still far away.  It's only been twenty years, but the remnants from Lordaeron may still not be able to forget their original hatred.  Thrall rubbed his head with a headache. He looked at the leaders of the tribes in the camp and felt as if a mountain was pressing in his heart. These were the friends he had made after coming to Kalimdor. They believed in him because they believed in him.  And leading his own tribe to follow, Thrall asked himself that he must not let them down.  But the current tribe is too weak. They fled from the Eastern Kingdom and just experienced the battle with the Burning Legion. The already small number of orcs has not yet recovered; Vol'jin and his tribe have just arrived in Cali.  Not long after Mudor, he was attacked by murlocs near Durotar. If Thrall hadn't given him all his help, the Darkspear clan might have disappeared long ago; the tauren are still entangled with their old enemies, the centaurs, and there's no way they can take them.  How much troops to send.  Although we have formed an alliance with the night elves and undead, on the whole, we are not inferior to the alliance, but Kalimdor is the gathering place of tribes. Can we rely on outsiders for our own defense?  Moreover, Theramore's geographical location is too important. It is not far from Orgrimmar, where the orcs gather, and Sen'jin Village, where the Darkspear Trolls gather. Moreover, there are no other forces in it, and it is not far from the Tauren.  There is only a mountain range in the middle of Thunder Bluff. If the Alliance really wants to land from there, facing the combined forces of blood elves, humans and dwarves, it may be difficult for the tribe to hold on until its elves and undead allies arrive.  This is similar to the tactics used by the orcs in the Second War. Because the entire continent of Lordaeron is the gathering place of the alliance, the entire alliance can only divide its troops to guard it. As a result, the orc army was almost overwhelmed in the early stage. If not for the final  If the orcs were not too confident and wanted to take advantage of the alliance's unstable foothold to wipe out the main force of the alliance on the frontal battlefield, I'm afraid the outcome of the entire war would have been different.  And compared to the situation at that time, the situation of the tribe is more serious now, because at that time Lordaeron, the main force of the human kingdom, was behind the battlefield, but now Orgrimmar of the orcs is facing the battlefield directly, as long as Thrall's  The orcs were defeated, and the tribe that had regrouped around it would probably dissipate.  But if Theramore is captured before the coalition forces arrive, the tribe will be more proactive. They can make adequate preparations when the coalition forces land. After all, the coalition is coming across the sea. If there is no local snake to help  , logistics, marching and other aspects will become a big problem, leaving them time to ask their allies for help.  On the one hand, it is responsibility, on the other hand, it is friendship and credibility. Even Thrall, who has always been wise, can't make up his mind this time. In the end, he can only ask for help from the eldest tauren chief Cairn Bloodhoof among the leaders of the various races.  "Kane, what should I do?" At this moment, the Warchief is weaker than ever before, because he is not only facing enemies from afar, but also attacks on his own ideas.  But the Tauren chief smiled bitterly. Looking at the expectant eyes of the leaders in the camp, he was also in a dilemma. After a while, he said: "Thall, to be honest, I don't know what to say.  My faith and my conscience tell me that we should choose to believe Jaina, but my reason thinks that Theramore is very likely to betray us in the end. You also know - Jaina's father, Daelin Proudmoore  I will always hate you orcs because of my son¡¯s death.¡± Although he didn¡¯t say it clearly, the Tauren¡¯s meaning was still obvious.  "Thall!"*2 Rexxar and Vol'jin's eyes suddenly lit up at the same time, staring at Thrall.you.  Thrall smiled bitterly, covered his head, and lowered his head, "Rexar, Vol'jin, please give me a little more time. I really need to think about it!" The voice was extremely low. The heroic warchief in the past looked at it now.  It looks extremely fragile.  Everyone looked at each other and knew that Sal had reached his limit today and could no longer be pushed, so they all stood up and left.  After all, there is still some time before the arrival of the alliance army, and there is no need to make an immediate decision.  But when he was about to leave, Rexxar suddenly turned around and said quietly: "Thall, think about your people, then think about your responsibilities, and make a decision as soon as possible. We don't have time.  "More!" (To be continued.) ps: Thank you to the Saint in Wine, 3754, Zombie-Skeleton Dragon, Shaguya, and Uncle King for your monthly votes.  
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