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Kel'Thuzad was shocked by Terenas Menethil's ambition.
"What can I do for you?" Kel'Thuzad was a little nervous. This new king seemed to hold many unknown secrets, which made him feel uneasy.
A king of a country, even a powerful one, cannot force a great wizard to do something he is unwilling to do, especially Kel'Thuzad, who belongs to Dalaran.
"I know that the magic research you have always wanted is not allowed in Dalaran, so why don't you leave Dalaran temporarily and come to Lordaeron? At least while you hold the keys to Lordaeron, the resources in the Dragon Tower will be enough for you to squander and utilize." Terenas ignored Kel'Thuzad's unpredictable and changeable expression and whispered seductively.
"What's the price?" Kel'Thuzad was tempted, but at the same time, he knew very well that Terenas Menethil was so generous that it couldn't be without a price.
"As an archmage, you should have a group of students and followers in Dalaran, right? I don't care how many people you bring here, or whether you keep all the resources to yourself, but you need to train a group of court mages loyal to the royal family for Lordaeron. And regularly use the resources of the Dragon Tower to provide Lordaeron's army with a batch of magical equipment. Swords, spears, shields, bows, and magical scrolls. Finally," Terenas looked deeply at Kel'Thuzad, "During this period of cooperation, all your research results, whether it is research on the Dragon Tower or other magical research, must be made public to the Lordaeron royal family without reservation."
"This is a bit too much to ask, Your Majesty." Kel'Thuzad looked embarrassed.
"Isn't Dalaran a city where magic is openly studied? I thought you would be happy to share your research." Terenas chuckled sarcastically, not knowing if he was laughing at Dalaran or at Kel'Thuzad before him. "Lordaeron has invested resources, money, manpower, and taken certain risks. This is what Lordaeron deserves. If not you, there will be other archmages willing to agree to these conditions, right?"
"You convinced me." Kel'Thuzad bowed slightly.
The two smiled in tacit understanding and once again looked at the Dragon Tower, which still looked magnificent and shocking even after thousands of years.
Terenas Menethil's face was filled with the excitement of realizing a great plan.
Kel'Thuzad looked at the Dragon Tower eagerly, wanting to study it to find out the origin of the power of the Tyrannosaurus Rex a thousand years ago.
It is said that the Well of Eternity ten thousand years ago and the Sunwell today are places where rich magical power converges, but the high-level wizards of Dalaran are well aware that there is another source of magical power in this world.
That is what the Tyrannosaurus King Bakar brought.
The Dragon Tower is said to be the structure Tyrannosaurus used to gather magical power, akin to the elves' Sunwell. While much of this information has been lost to history, the tower's continued stable operation over millennia, and the constant emanation of energy, give it considerable credibility among those who know about it.
The magic crystals and gems of various colors and functions collected from the underground around the tower every year are more than enough to supply the entire magical city of Dalaran.
For thousands of years, there have been powerful wizards who have wanted to explore the secrets of the power of the Dragon Tower, but unsurprisingly, every wizard who has achieved certain results and delved deep into it has not ended up well.
This power seemed to be cursed by the Tyrannosaurus Rex. Any mage who attempted to fully control it would soon become insane and mad. In more serious cases, their souls would become distorted, affecting their bodies.
It's like it's been polluted by the Ancient Gods.
This is the evaluation given by the guardian dragon.
Gradually, the Dragon Tower became a taboo. Human mages needed it, yet they were unable to resist its corrupting power. As a last resort, under the witness of the guardian dragons and elves, the human mages established a rule that no mage could privately study the secrets of the Dragon Tower until a proper method was found.
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Draenor.
"Beacon?"
The spiritual power outside the Held observation area inexplicably sensed a slight anomaly. Somewhere in this universe, a faint, familiar signal seemed to be beckoning her.
But the signal was so weak that it was difficult for her to locate it for a while.
But there is no doubt that it should be the place where the previous apostle lived.
It is also the hub where Agatha is.
Inexplicably, Held had this kind of understanding that was almost certain.
Raging elements roamed in the surrounding air, and rich elemental power was gathered here from all directions. The uninterrupted blizzard endlessly covered the area within hundreds of miles.
The howling cold wind was like the sharpest blades, reaping all lives in the area.
The summoned shamans added various buffs to the clan's warriors, and the warm golden light helped the orc warriors resist the fierce blizzard that was as terrible as ice magic, so that their limbs would not be frozen and frostbitten, and then their lives would gradually fade away and become a soundless ice sculpture.
There was another group of shamans who used the power of thunder and shadow to compress a huge figure in the center of the wind and snow.
It was a giant dragon with smooth curves, prominent horns, and an aura of violence and death.
The opponent's wings, battered by the powerful elements, drooped to the ground, unable to soar. A prison made of thunder roared above it, restricting its range of movement.
Groups of orc warriors, carrying their weapons, fearlessly attacked the dark green dragon with an inexplicable force and various enhanced states.
The ice field beneath their feet was already covered with potholes of varying sizes, and green liquid filled these holes, polluting the surrounding environment and life like a plague.
If someone took a breath here, the biting cold wind and the strong power of death would instantly turn a strong orc into withered and then be covered by wind and snow.
All the orcs who came to participate in the Dragon Hunting Festival knew that orcs who were not strong enough would not even have the opportunity or strength to walk up to the evil dragon and swing their weapons.
The strong power of death surrounding the evil dragon is enough to make any life that dares to approach it feel the withering of life and the decay of the body.
Even the youngest and most powerful orc warriors, if they cannot get close to the evil dragon in a short period of time and inflict sufficient fatal damage on it, the longer the time, the greater the probability of their death.
In particular, the evil dragon can use its own power of death to summon the souls of those warriors who died at its hands. They have all lost their memories and sanity, and can only wander around the evil dragon like wandering souls, eliminating all enemies who dare to approach it.
Just thinking about it, the conditions for defeating the evil dragon are enough to be a nightmare for all clans.
If the evil dragon is not killed, the area where the orcs can survive will become smaller and smaller, the environment will become increasingly harsh, and eventually the orcs will have no choice but to wait for death.
If you want to kill the evil dragon, but have to endure its repeated resurrection and intensified rampage, you are only treating the symptoms and not the root cause.
But this time, everyone believed that this was the best chance to solve the evil dragon disaster once and for all!
Many clans were powerfully brought together, and many shamans mastered more powerful elemental forces, which enabled them to avoid being affected by the chaotic elemental forces. Under the protection of the power of the high priest, the orc warriors were able to approach the evil dragon without hindrance and fight it in close combat.
All the clans that were brought together developed a fanatical belief. They were eager to put an end to the evil dragon. This would become the most honorable battle in their lives!
Even if the price is death!
Among them, the bravest ones who charged in the front were Grommash of the Warsong Clan and Galadar of the Frostwolf Clan. The two clan chiefs led the warriors of their clans and fought in the front.
The evil dragon's breath and claw attacks brought huge casualties to the two clans, but the two clans seemed indifferent to the sacrifices, fighting and attacking more frantically, showing their almost crazy side.
The legendary axe Bloodhowl in Grommash's hand chopped the evil dragon's body with one hideous and ugly wound after another. A large amount of hot green blood splashed on the ground, burning a lot of bumpy holes in the thick ice. Even in the blizzard, although the activity of other elements had been suppressed as much as possible, the unknown and highly toxic gas still spread to the surroundings with the cold wind.
However, when the poisonous gas comes into contact with the golden light on the orcs, it will be filtered and purified and disappear in the wind and snow.
The battle lasted for an unknown amount of time.
The corpses of the orc warriors were piled up around the evil dragon. Under the weakening of various magic spells, the evil dragon's vigorous energy finally showed a slight stagnation, and its strength was no longer as strong as before.
The elite surviving orc warriors at the forefront were the first to notice this change. They fearlessly launched the next wave of violent attacks.
An orc warrior was knocked away by the evil dragon and rolled on the ice field without breath, but the next moment two or three orc warriors would rush up to deal damage to the evil dragon.
This kind of brutality, where people are determined to bite off a piece of the evil dragon's flesh and blood even at the cost of their own death, has become the norm in the meat grinder-like battlefield.
In the end, the evil dragon's claws were chopped off, its tattered wings were chopped off, and its thick and sturdy lower limbs were chopped off. Finally, Grommash, holding a huge axe and covered in blood, jumped high with his hands raised, as the dismembered evil dragon looked at him like an ant. The huge axe, which had been blessed by Held and magically transformed, pulled out a long axe blade and chopped off the evil dragon's head.
However, the evil dragon is still alive.
Its limbs still had vitality, and they were still struggling on the ground of the icy plain, trying to gather together. But black rectangular shadows like bandages wrapped around the evil dragon's limbs along the ground of the icy plain, sealing them one by one.
The evil dragon's limbs, throbbing on the ground, suddenly fell silent, as if it had lost its life force and stopped moving. Its head was completely wrapped in the sealing tape, and it eventually lost consciousness.
In the snowstorm, countless orc warriors raised their weapons, facing the goose feather snowflakes falling from the sky, and let out a fanatical battle cry. They won the victory in this tragic battle.
They solved the problem of the fallen dragon that no one had been able to solve for thousands of years.
Each of them present was a participant in this legendary battle. This glory was almost irresistible to the orcs who attached great importance to honor.
"The high priest."
After cheering and celebrating, Grommash walked up to Helder, who was surrounded by many shamans, knelt on one knee, and completely pledged his loyalty to her.
"Each clan will take away a part of the evil dragon's limbs. I will let the shamans who have mastered the seal follow you to suppress its limbs in all directions. For at least a hundred years, you will not be harassed by the evil dragon anymore." Held said softly.
"A hundred years? Could it be that it will come out again to do evil?" Galada, who was walking over, heard Held's words. The joy in his heart seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water, and the hot blood in his body also cooled down in the wind and snow.
"The evil dragon is immortal. We can only choose to seal it or exile it. Over the past millennia, it has contaminated countless places. This planet has been deeply polluted by the evil dragon, and even the elements have become imbued with the aura of death and chaos. This world has begun to enter its twilight years.
Even if there were no more evil dragon disasters in the future, various disasters would still occur in the twilight years! Plagues, high temperatures, extreme cold, resource depletion, over time, it would become increasingly unsuitable for life.
This period might last for hundreds, perhaps thousands. But contaminated by the power of death, this world is rapidly approaching its end at a speed no one can stop. "Hilder concluded.
"So, what should we do?" Heard's conclusion caused Grommash and the other orc chieftains to panic. They had thought that once they had dealt with the evil dragon, they could return to normal life. But the future looked different than they had imagined, and even worse.
"The Great Migration!" Held stated her plan. "During this time, I will find a planet suitable for orcs to survive and reproduce. Then I will conquer it and relocate all the orcs here. The reduction in the number of orcs will also delay the death of this planet.
This is for the future of the orcs!"
Chiefs like Grommash and Galadar bowed slightly.
"Of course, before that, we must first unite all the orc clans and bring together all the power of this planet. I don't need so many divided orc clans, I want a unified, united alliance." Held said softly.
"Go and fight for me, and for the future of the orcs."