Chapter 514 What's wrong with you?
For the rest of the journey, Charlemagne continued walking amidst the whispers and weird glances of the female elves behind him... To be honest, it was more tiring than when he dealt with the Dark Iron Dwarves before.
But the arrival of Tyrande also brought some good news. The battle situation in Desolace was very good. When she left Queen Azshara, the entire south had been basically wiped out by Shandris. The Kyrgyz centaur had no choice but to Driven north.
The lingering village of Magram in the northeast was also breached, and the centaurs of the two races were gradually driven to the gate of Maraudon under the cooperation of the northern and southern armies and the Naga.
What Tyrande still doesn't know is that at this point in time, Queen Azshara has already beaten the Maraudine clan to half, and all the remaining centaurs in Desolace were driven into Maraudon by the coalition forces. In the movie, Queen Azshara personally laid a large seal at the gate of Maraudon.
With the strength of Queen Azshara, those weak chickens in Maraudon will absolutely not be able to break this seal, even if Princess Sedleis is added, there will be no change.
As for how these centaurs will fight inside and what conflicts they will have with the original creatures inside, that is not something that the ancient oath needs to care about.
After listening to Tyrande's description, Charlemagne rubbed his chin and said, "I see, it seems that the war in Desolace is coming to an end, but I don't know how Queen Azshara will deal with these centaurs. They can be regarded as the descendants of Cenarius."
Cirvanas shrugged lightly, "I'll find out if I ask when the time comes. Didn't you say that you plan to go back after completing the task in the Scorching Canyon?"
As Charlemagne and others wandered through the Eastern Plaguelands, Dun Morogh, Loch Modan, and Scorching Canyon, more than half a year has passed since they set off, and it is now the end of June 23 at Black Gate.
According to Charlemagne's expectation, the time for them to go back should be around the end of July to the beginning of August. As long as the group of Thorium Brotherhoods that are not enslaved by Ragnaros are settled, Charlemagne plans to end this trip called travel. .
While telling her three leopards not to run away, Vereesa couldn't help but complain, "...it's a trip, but you're actually doing business most of the time, right?"
"Eh..." Charlemagne scratched his head awkwardly, "The incident in the Eastern Plaguelands was purely a coincidence. My earliest purposeful trip was to find the Thorium Brotherhood."
Aurelia smiled softly, "Forget it, there's no point in talking about it now, let's move on, I've almost seen enough of this place where there are only red and black."
Valeira took the lead in responding to Alleria's call, and the little thief was still energetic and spontaneously went forward to explore the way.
At this time, Tyrande and Cirvanas fell behind and didn't know what they were communicating with. Charlemagne's sixth sense told him that the matter they were discussing might be related to him... and it was not a good thing.
In mid-July, the six-member team finally arrived at the Thorium Watchtower, and the communication with the Thorium Brotherhood went very smoothly.
The black iron craftsmen who wanted to overthrow the rule of Ragnaros not only agreed to build fire protection equipment for them, but also pointed out to Charlemagne a potential ally who might be drawn in the attack on Molten Core.
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Almost at the same time that Charlemagne and the Thorium Brotherhood negotiated a cooperation agreement, the Argent Dawn led by Tirion finally officially launched an attack on its original territory—Heartglen.
Under the cover of several months of propaganda, except for a small number of soldiers loyal to Garithers, most of the soldiers stationed in Hearthglen have lost their fighting spirit.
Coupled with the fact that the leaders of the city who were loyal to the Fording family acted as the leading party, Silver Dawn entered Hearthglen with almost no decent resistance.
When Tirion and Abidis vigilantly entered the second floor of the castle, Garithos was actually sitting leisurely in the office that originally belonged to Tyran, tasting red wine.
Garithos smiled lightly and raised the red wine in his hand to signal to the two, "Look who is here, Tirion Fordring, Alfred Abidis, both of them are famous people, you guys Why attack my fortress?"
"Shut up!"
Lafayette roared angrily, "Heartglen has always been the territory of the Fording family, how could he be allowed to fall into the hands of you, the fearful demon king, show your true self, Mal'Ganis, the defeated underling of Alsace! "
"Boom! Presumptuous!"
Mal'Ganis was stabbed to the point by Tirion, and immediately slapped the table in anger and stood up. He crushed the wine glass in his hand when he changed back to the original form of the Dreadlord.
"If it wasn't for Ner'zhul and Arthas cooperating in a sneak attack, that idiot prince would also want to defeat me?!"
This is Mal'Ganis bragging. He is only at the peak of the epic. Arthas, who holds Frostmourne and is blessed by Ner'zhul to the peak of the epic, can easily defeat him even if he fights head-on, but Malga Nice is definitely unwilling to admit it.
Now the gap between the two is even bigger. As long as Arthas wakes up... Mal'Ganis may not be able to go three rounds in his hands.
"Hmph! Forget it."
Malganis showed a sly smile on his face, "Since I was discovered by you, I have no choice but to abandon this identity and find another suitable one. I hope you will be so lucky next time. Goodbye, both of you."
"Heh... want to leave, is it so easy?"
Tirion sneered and crushed an arcane spar in his hand. Mal'Ganis, who was casting fel energy teleportation, suddenly found that he could not recognize the space.
The Dreadlord, who had been well-informed before, was finally terrified, "What's going on?! Why can't I teleport?"
"Jinglingling~"
Tirion threw the remaining half of the spar in front of Mal'Ganis, "When Duke Theron sneaked into Hearthglen, he buried a spell called Space Anchor in advance. It was originally prepared for Garithos. Will use it on your head."
Mal'Ganis had a disheveled expression on his face, "No! It's impossible! If he left traces of spells, I can't be unaware!"
"That's why I showed you the spar. How could you think of exploring the underground around the castle before the spell is activated?"
Tirion pulled out the warhammer behind his back and made a final explanation to Mal'Ganis with pity, "Anyway, you are not the first demon to be tricked by Duke Theron, accept your fate!"
After years of subterranean training, Tirion has reached a height that Uther has never reached, and has entered the epic peak of the mortal limit. Even if he and Mal'Ganis are singled out, he has a certain chance of winning, let alone there is an epic next to him. Intermediate Abbydis.
This battle... has completely lost its suspense since Mal'Ganis was left behind.
Thanks to the book friends "Xizai" and "Ovo Remnant Soul" for their support.
(end of this chapter)