Chapter 1793 Prepare to Break up the Fight

Recruiting furbolgs and giant bears as vassal races of the alliance was purely a temporary move by Duke.

But this is also very consistent with the general trend of the world.

This world doesn’t have the technology to play Clone Wars. Even among the mainstream races, humans and orcs, who have the shortest life spans, take more than ten years to cultivate a generation.

The next time [Legion] comes, I’m afraid it won’t be ten years.

To meet the needs of the upcoming war, the most basic way is to accept more intelligent races from large groups.

Just like [World of Warcraft], the Alliance and the Horde each had only four races at the beginning. In the end, both sides still worked hard to expand the number of races and develop more professions.

Brainless Roar's approach of attacking neutral races is, in a sense, cutting off a way out.

Thrall saw through this at the beginning. Unless it was a race that could not be negotiated with, he would not casually kill all intelligent races.

The orcs are indeed strong, but if you wipe out a large intelligent race this year and another next year, what will you make the ‘foreign races’ who join the tribe think?

Duke just watched the idiot roar to death silently, and then waited for the opportunity to come...

Those are a bit far-fetched, but at this stage, Duke must first deal with the furbolg demigod brothers.

Led by the two O'Lion brothers, the 'own bears', Duke came to the boulder hills northeast of the Grizzly Bear Hills.

This is a very remote place. When they were attacking the Scourge, the Moon Creek Brigade belonging to the Kingdom of Stormwind was stationed in the open land in the southwest of here. With the defeat of Alsace, the camp had long been deserted.

Northrend is very large, no less than the Eastern Kingdoms or Kalimdor in terms of area. For such a large continent, it is simply a joke to remove the dragon clan's territory and require more than 50,000 alliance troops to control a new territory measuring one million square kilometers.

Even the so-called occupation is only in a symbolic sense.

If any major force really wants to attack, the Alliance army will only retreat to key places such as Dauntless Fortress and Utgard Castle, and then wait for rescue.

The Boulder Hills is not a place where Alliance sentries would patrol at all, and it is normal for the Alliance not to know.

As soon as he stepped onto this hill, which was similar to a small plateau, Duke heard a thundering roar.

That was not the roar of one or two giant bears, it was the roar of thousands of furbolgs and giant bears.

The exaggerated sound seemed to be real. Even though the two giant bears behind them were so powerful, they couldn't help but stagnate in front of this terrifying sound.

Duke knew something was wrong as soon as he saw it.

On this small plateau, there is a huge basin similar to the Colosseum in ancient Rome. According to visual inspection, it is at least two kilometers in diameter at the top, and it is estimated to be no less than one kilometer at the bottom. The slopes of the entire basin were filled with furbolgs and giant bears. They were like spectators in an arena, making huge roars to cheer for the battle between the two behemoths in the arena.

Obviously the two giant bears like hills that are fighting are the brothers Ursok and Ursol.

There is nothing visible to the eyes of mortals. As a demigod who is good at controlling elements, how could Duke not see that there is a bloody network in the air? It extends from a fragmented dark space and covers the world below. basin.

Looking down from the basin, it looks like a green grassland.

Duke could see the surging flame elements rolling and rolling like cirrocumulus clouds in the stream layer.

If you cast your eyes towards the bottom of the basin, you will find that the bloody shadow elements have formed a vortex. While exuding an ominous light, a huge and complicated magic circle covering the entire bottom of the basin is slowly rotating counterclockwise. .

What's even more frightening is that, where mortals can't see, this dark magic circle is spread out underground, under the feet of at least 30,000 furbolgs, stretching out farther underground in all directions, extending to no end. in the darkness.

But no furbolg or giant bear noticed anything strange here.

They were still shouting crazily, completely unaware that their life energy had been extracted silently, showing a mysterious brilliance in mid-air, and was finally absorbed into the evil magic circle.

"What a generous act!"

Even Duke had to admit that N'Zoth, the evil god, really had some ideas.

The world is too big, no matter how powerful the alliance is, no matter how many powerful people there are, there is only so much room that can be taken into account.

If the alliance's key areas failed to be attacked by force, they resorted to "surrounding the cities from the countryside." Accumulate strength in invisible corners of the alliance, and when necessary, smash out all the cards at once to pile up the alliance to death.

Duke couldn't help but think of history. Neither Deathwing nor Xavius, even if he was kneeling, saw N'Zoth jump out and go into battle shirtless because his younger brother was slapped in the face.

The old villain in Azeroth is none other than N'Zoth.

"Lord Marcus!?" The big white bear Orion asked nervously.

Duke watched this scene quietly. Around his body, the light of the magic network lit up silently, making his cheeks look purple and blue. If Duke hadn't looked so human, he might have been thought to have turned into Delai. Nice.

[Atiesh] and [Song of Light and Shadow] were held tightly in his left and right hands respectively. The staff stood on the ground, the tip of the sword drooped, and a golden line extended from the sword edge to the ground. The sacred golden light was overflowing, drop by drop. Drops fell on the grass of the boulder hills. Every drop of golden light shines slightly.

There are three color elements flowing in Duke's eyes:

The burning element of fire;

The quiet and serene frost element;

Mysterious arcane elements.

Duke raised his right hand and flicked his wrist, and the atmosphere around him suddenly changed.

【snowstorm】!

Any Morning Star mage can perform magic.

But if a demigod-level mage uses it, it will be a real blizzard that affects the entire world.

The temperature dropped suddenly!

The fanatical furbolgs subconsciously looked blankly at the sky that was so clear just a moment ago.

At this time, huge ice edges as thick as a human arm were already falling from the sky. These ice edges seemed like a sudden meteor shower, but each ice edge was shining brightly under the blessing of golden light.

Duke's short hair suddenly turned into long hair.

It's not that his hair has grown longer inexplicably, but that each of his hairs has become a channel for him to communicate with the elements of heaven and earth, extending from his head and connecting to the void.

It looked like Duke suddenly transformed into a handsome man with long blue hair.

Duke floated to the edge of the basin, ignoring the tens of thousands of furbolgs looking at him, and looked at the furbolg brothers at the bottom of the basin with a smile, with countless green characters falling like a waterfall from his eyes.

It was a final look at the furbolg demigod brother who would most likely become his new henchman.