Chapter 788 Big Cousin Countdown
The endless wrangling between the two goblins was still going on. Although Garridabz was holding a dagger in his hand, it seemed that he didn't really intend to stab his cousin to death.
Azshara just said a joke just casually, and did not insist on killing Gallywix.
Leaving the two brothers behind to continue performing an exaggerated comedy here, she glanced at Garridabuz with a half-smile expression on her face, and followed Charlemagne's footsteps to the temporary headquarters in the dense forest of Vice Island.
When Charlemagne opened the tent, he saw the impatient expression of Malygos shaking his feet at the first sight. Revenge was imminent, and he seemed to be unable to wait.
Ignoring the Blue Dragon King and Saragosa, who was comforting him in a low voice, Charlemagne and Azshara sat down under the gaze of everyone. After Jaina arrived at the end, Charlemagne took the lead in starting the battle meeting Head up.
"Everyone, I won't say much about the purpose of everyone's gathering here today. According to the scout reports from all parties, Deathwing is still nesting in the crater to ripen the Twilight Dragon."
Charlemagne got up and walked to the detailed map of the Lost Islands hanging on the wall, and pointed to a circle near the crater.
"As I said before, there are a large number of Pygmies scattered around the crater of this island. They originally believed in the tortoise Loa-Vokalos who lived on the lost volcano, but now everyone including this loa Brainwashed and controlled by N'Zoth's Faceless Men."
Malfurion looked at the symbols representing the pygmy villages on the map and frowned and asked, "Is this our task? Break through the defense of these crazy pygmies before attacking the crater."
"That's it."
Charlemagne replied with a smile, "Garridabz has already helped us set up an outpost. The goblin refugees under his command have established a stronghold on the beach on the west side of the main island, and they are now fighting with the Pygmies in Umlot Village in the east. Fight."
"I guess Deathwing has already seen their landing on the island, that guy should secretly observe the goblins whose homes have been destroyed struggling to survive on the deserted island with a gloating mood, in order to satisfy his distorted pleasure psychology .”
After all, it was Deathwing who erupted Mount Kajaro himself, and the destruction of Kezan, the homeland of goblins, was also within his calculations. For these weak green-skinned creatures, Deathwing didn't pay attention to them at all.
Even if the goblin refugees landed on the Lost Islands, the fallen black dragon king sprayed them with a mouthful of salt soda to kill them, but the pygmies attacked the capsule town, the frontline camp established by Garridabz.
"Deathwing should be playing cat and mouse, wanting to see the desperate expression of goblins when they are overwhelmed by a large number of pygmies. We can take advantage of this."
Now the number of goblins on the entire island is more than a few thousand civilians when the Xiushui chaebol was in trouble. After getting in touch with the oath, Garridabz has transferred 5,000 elite goblin troops from his hometown Gadgetzan.
This army is mainly composed of goblin mechanical artifacts and goblin infantry armed with all kinds of weird engineering weapons. The specific combat effectiveness is not yet clear, but it will be better than the group of civilians who have not received military training from the Xiushui chaebol.
The Pygmies' problem stopped here for the time being, Charlemagne pointed to the ruins of a building complex in the south of the main island of the Lost Islands, "Here is the ruin of Vasjelan, which used to be the Highborne, where some Naga and a small number of face."
Turning his head and glanced at Azshara, Charlemagne continued, "The strategy of the ruins of Vasjelan is handed over to the Naga under Queen Azshara's command. After capturing here, the Naga can go further north to attack the goblins in Umro Supporting operations in Tecun."
Queen Azshara nodded confidently, "No problem, there are not many Naga on this island, and it shouldn't take much time to capture the ruins of Vasjelan."
Charlemagne nodded to the queen with a smile, then reached out and pointed heavily at a beach on the west side of the main island and said, "Finally... this is our main force, and we landed on this beach named Tranquil Coast by Garridabuz. "
"Afterwards, we headed straight for the crater, and all the pygmy villages along the way were flattened. This will inevitably attract the attention of Deathwing and N'Zoth's Faceless Men. When they come out to observe the situation..."
Charlemagne looked at Malygos and the three dragon kings who were eager to try, and said, "It will be the turn of the dragons to play, don't rush to attack Deathwing, first let the dragon army block the entire crater, Twilight Dragons come out and fight one by one."
Both Alexstrasza and Ysera nodded solemnly, "We know, this time we will never let Neltharion go!"
Seeing that Malygos and Nozdormu also nodded in agreement, Charlemagne patted Onyxia's head beside him and said, "Oni, I will not force you to participate in this battle. Just recover the power of the guardian of the earth after death."
Onyxia shook her head resolutely, "No! Please let me join the battle, even if it's for revenge for my mother, but also for... father to get real relief."
Seeing the rare seriousness and persistence in the eyes of the Black Dragon Princess, Charlemagne could only sigh and say, "Well, you can do what you can."
Veylon stroked his beard and interjected, "Then, the last step is to encircle and attack?"
"That's right." Charlemagne smoothed Onyxia's hair again and told her to step down first. It was an assault into the interior of the crater."
"There are still many Twilight dragon eggs and two generals under N'Zoth in the crater. According to the news sent back by our intelligence personnel this morning, the last part of the elite members who escaped from Twilight Fortress also hid here."
"Snapped!"
Charlemagne patted the map heavily and said loudly, "Let's give the Twilight's Hammer the final blow on this uninhabited island, this cult that believes in the ancient gods should almost be swept into the dustbin of history! "
Deathwing basically hid all his available combat power in the Lost Isles. I am afraid that he is still happily preparing for the attack on Wyrmrest Temple at this moment, but he does not know that he has been plotted by others.
"Everyone just arrived today, let's rest for a day, and launch an attack on time at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. This battle will establish the peace that we have promised for at least a year. Please give your best!"
"yes!"
(end of this chapter)