Chapter 1865 Buy Insurance

It stands to reason that a 80% guardian value would be 64% at 20% discount, which should be enough.

After informing Alexstrasza, she was also quite pleasantly surprised.

In the Wyrmrest Temple, at a summit attended by the five guardian dragons, guardians, several wilderness demigods, and several alliance leaders headed by Duke, everyone roughly agreed on a plan to seize the [Dragon Soul].

Given that Neltharion's clones are still wreaking havoc all over the world, it is impossible for the justice camp to come out in force.

Considering the special nature of the battle, in principle, the guardians and watchers will not participate, and all the gods of the wilderness will also stay in Azeroth at this point in time.

Because the elemental realms of water and fire 10,000 years ago were still in the hands of Neptulon and Ragnaros, Kael'thas and Vashj were limited in their ability to return. They and their forces also stayed behind.

Moreover, Kael'thas has begun to attack the realm of demigods and is even more unable to leave.

In the end, it was decided that the five guardian dragons and the hero group headed by the two demigods sent by the alliance, Duke and Sylvanas, would form an alliance to travel through time and space to defeat Neltharion.

However, at the end of the meeting, Duke proposed: "I hope to buy insurance for the Earth Guardian!"

"Oh?" Alexstrasza cheered up.

This plan has been deduced by them countless times. The three veteran guardian dragons will definitely be fine. The only ones who will get into trouble are Kalecgos or Onyxia.

There is actually a replacement for Kalecgos, even a superior replacement - he is naturally Duke.

Duke, who also practices arcane magic and is more proficient in Titan runes than Kalecgos, and masters the planet's highest magical mysteries, can completely ditch Kalecgos and go it alone. Just because [Dragon Soul] seems to be more stable if it is played by the Dragon Clan.

But everyone is worried about Onyxia!

Even if her protective will suddenly increased by 30%.

"It seems like there aren't any strong people in your alliance who are earth-type, right? Isn't that Magni Bronzebeard's soul yet to return?" Nozdormu asked.

Duke smiled mysteriously: "How can one become an earth demigod so fast? The thick and solid earth requires a peaceful heart and a long time to resonate. Magni will definitely not be able to catch up. I am referring to another person."

Duke's words not only surprised the dragons, but also surprised the alliance leaders.

Who is Duke referring to?

Duke did not reveal the answer, but showed a mysterious smile: "If I am not wrong, he plus Onyxia, as long as they stand in front of [Dragon Soul], the success rate of the earth series is Absolutely 100%.”

Duke's words made everyone's curiosity almost explode.

At this moment, on the land of the Echo Islands, there are traces of destruction everywhere.

An orc stepped onto the land burned by the flames of destruction. At his feet were completely charred wood and black troll corpses.

The recovery ability that the troll is proud of seems so ridiculous in the face of this absolute destructive power.

Suddenly, a troll stood silently behind the burly orc.

"You're late!" The troll seemed to have a hunchback, and his body had bent forward into a capital C. I don't know if his body was born like this, or if his shoulders were crushed by the burden of his compatriots.

The orc turned back suddenly, clenched his fists, dug his sharp nails into his palms, and pinched out bleeding threads: "Wo... no! It's not too late!"

The troll shook his head, his wise eyes showing pain, sadness and maximum anger: "No! It's too late!"

"If you return to the tribe..."

"Enough! Thrall! It's too late! The person sitting in the position of warchief now is that crazy man with a bad mind! It was you who promoted him! Now he treats all non-orc races as cannon fodder! First, Kai Well, if I don't leave, the Darkspear Troll and I will be next!" Wo'jin waved his arms excitedly: "What else can you do!? Former Horde Warchief Thrall!"

Vol'jin was furious!

And his words also deeply stimulated Sal.

That's right, Thrall returned, with not many results. After his return, he immediately discovered the great changes in the tribe. He didn't want to believe this, so he personally rushed to the Echo Islands where the Darkspear Trolls were.

Then he witnessed this horrific scene - he was convinced that, including Orgrimmar, almost all tribes or former tribes' settlements had been hit hard. The only difference was that the degree of damage was not much and the loss of human life was high. How much.

Faced with the responsibilities of Wo'jin, his old friend and partner for many years, Thrall was speechless.

"I am here to appease the anger of the elements..."

Vol'jin laughed when he heard it, but it was a sneer.

"Calm down? Rather than communicating, Duke Marcus of the Alliance seems to have a better way. My shaman told me that he and his woman have conquered the three elemental realms of water, fire, and wind in one go. Even Ragnaros and Al'Akir were killed. Now, except for the elemental creatures native to Azeroth, no one among these three elements will answer the call of our shaman."

As if he couldn't understand his hatred, Wo'jin roared as if he was still dealing a last blow.

"Damn it! You are tantamount to giving up on the tribe and plunging the tribe into the greatest chaos. Hundreds of thousands of people died and nothing was accomplished. Instead of doing this, you might as well have encouraged the radicals to find that guy to follow you [Mark Gora]! Oh!”

"Oh! That won't work. You are very strong, but there is absolutely no way you can fight against Garrosh without being injured. Once injured, you will be poisoned by the poison blade. Haha! Our old friend Varok Saurfang, But among the fair and just [Makgora], they acquiesce in that guy’s use of poisonous weapons!”

Thrall fell into a long silence.

The cruel reality, slapped Sal on the face with one slap from the left and the other from the right.

He knew very well that Vol'jin loved the Horde as much as he did. The new tribe was built hand in hand by him and Wo'jin, who was the first to join. Then there were the tauren, the forgotten, the goblins...

The so-called deep love and deep hatred.

Vol'jin lost his temper and cursed so angrily because of his pain and despair for the current tribe.

It took a long time for Wo'jin to hold back a sentence: "Will you come back?"

Thrall looked bitter and said in a deep voice: "Before this catastrophe is over, I can't think about other things."

"What's more important than tribe?"

Sal closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of pain.

"Whether it's the Horde or the orcs, we haven't shown our worth in this battle against evil for a long time. If I don't do something, once there is a window of time without a common external enemy in Azeroth, I bet that the Alliance will definitely take action against the Horde. By then, it is very likely that the orcs, trolls, tauren, goblins, and the forgotten races will all be wiped off this planet."

Wojin was extremely shocked!

Sal's last words were: "Duke came to me and asked me to be a cover-up!"