Rise of the blood elves

Thor entered the camp with hundreds of troops and did not cause much chaos.Because compared with the nearly [-] troops of various factions here, a few hundred people are nothing, not even comparable to the low-level small warlords.

The members of the small and medium-sized factions who were on guard outside the camp just glanced at them and looked away with no interest. Some even sneered contemptuously and said: "Here comes another guy who doesn't know the heights of the world. With just a few people, he wants to To get a piece of the pie is to overestimate one’s ability.”

Ever since the great warlords Shan Heng and Guo Ang led their troops to attack the Mogu Mountain Treasure House, all the small and medium-sized factions and tribes eager to get a share of the pie have reached a consensus under the leadership of several warlords with a slightly larger voice and have chosen to temporarily put aside each other. Due to their differences, they join forces to fight against the three giants in order to seek the treasure in the treasure house.

In the past three days, warlords from various places have been stationed here.From mid-level warlords with thousands of troops to small bosses who only manage a few dozen people and are not popular at all, they all swarmed into this valley, outside the camps of the two warlords Shan Heng and Guo Ang. They jointly set up camp at a kilometer away to show their determination not to retreat without profit.

But looking at the military prowess of the troops under the two major warlords, which cannot be underestimated, as well as the numerous and daunting siege weapons that can be redirected at any time, if a fight really breaks out, the small and medium-sized factions with their own hidden agendas will definitely not get much benefit. .

They are also very self-aware. If they anger the Big Three, and they have to get rid of small factions like themselves that are getting in the way, as they have done countless times before, and then sit down and negotiate in a down-to-earth manner, then there is really nothing they can do. No.

But looking at the history of Mogu civil strife, except for every hundred years of the Mantid reincarnation period, such a large number of Mogu armies would gather together to unite against the outside world. This situation is really rare at the moment.At present, there is not much time left before the next hundred-year reincarnation of the Mantid, and no one is willing to start an unprecedented melee at this juncture.

Even if someone finally occupies the treasure house of Mogushan, what can they do to resist the mantid if their military strength is greatly damaged? Once the mantid conquers the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, there will be no point in talking about it. The small and medium-sized warlord factions understand this and dare to unite. Get up and challenge the Big Three.

At this juncture, no matter how domineering the warlord is, he will still exercise restraint.

"Why does that person look familiar to me?"

"Indeed, he reminds me of the coward who ran away for seven years."

"Thor is what he is, coward."

While walking forward, people kept whispering to each other on both sides of the road. After recognizing the leader of the Thunder God, some people responded with contempt, and some even spat without any scruples, their words and deeds showing full of contempt.

The sacred mission is ahead. Thor closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forced himself not to listen to those harsh sounds.

Seven years ago, he was the warlord Thor who had repeatedly defeated the weak, created countless myths, and gained great fame among the tribe. He assisted his father in leading the tribe to move towards a mid-level faction.After his father's death, instead of avenging his loved ones, he went to seek answers, which was regarded as a cowardly act to cover up his cowardice. In the martial Mogu tribe, this basically meant being targeted for shame, and he would be punished for the rest of his life. Scorned.

Thor never expected these people to understand everything they had sacrificed for their faith.

They don't understand.

"Who is here?" A mogu dressed as a mystic came forward and asked. Behind him were two burly followers with uniform equipment, obviously different from members of small and medium-sized factions.

Thor looked at them and quickly discovered that these three people should be subordinates sent by a certain giant to maintain order, but why did they come to the camp of a small and medium-sized faction?

"Thor," he replied.

As soon as the voice fell, the sarcastic voices around him became even louder.

The mystic nodded slightly and said, "I'm also here to participate in negotiations."

Thor nodded.

Seeing this, the mystic's expression quickly turned cold. He glanced at the tribesmen following the Thunder God, thought for a few seconds, and said calmly: "The talks are going on, come with me."

After saying that, he walked towards the treasure house platform.

It turned out that the Thunder God ordered the tribesmen to camp nearby, and he followed with Meng Ao.

Several people continued to ascend along the narrow passage dug out of the cliff. During this period, the mystic didn't say a word. Finally, he led the two of them to the platform of the treasure house, pointed to the dense crowd in front and said: "Find a seat. "

Thor ignored the contempt shown in the other party's words and deeds, and led Meng Ao to the back of the crowd.The warlords were all focused on the ongoing discussions in the center of the platform, and no one noticed his arrival.

Thor saw some familiar faces, and the "seat" order seemed to be based on status.For a leader of a small tribe like him, he was late and came uninvited, so naturally no one let him go to the front.But fortunately, he was much taller than the average tribesman, so he was still able to see clearly what was happening on the platform.

The three giants, Wumeng, Shan Heng and Guo Ang, all sat on luxurious wide-backed seats, with a group of majestic guards standing behind them.Next to Wumeng, stood the three warlord leaders who were the first to break into the treasure house and then handed over control to Wumeng.

On the fourth chair was a warlord whom Thor could not name. He seemed to be the person in charge elected by many small factions.But those leaders of small and medium-sized factions who were majestic outside were not assigned any seats. They all stood on the outside, either alone or with one or two followers, occupying the platform to the fullest. There were probably hundreds of them. many.

"I want [-]%," Wumeng said casually, holding his cheek with one hand and stretching out three fingers with the other hand.Although they did not deliberately raise their voices, at the moment of speaking, the warlord leaders who were whispering at the meeting all stopped talking and looked at him in unison, with anger steaming in their eyes.

Shan Heng, who has a particularly vicious image of "Thirty percent", supported the armrest of the seat, leaning forward slightly with his upper body, and his slightly narrowed eyes showed a dangerous light, "I heard you right, you just want to take Thirty percent"

Wumeng raised his chin in disbelief, as if asking why.

The warlord Guo Ang, who was dressed in robes and looked very humble, smiled and shook his head. No one could have imagined that such a wise Mogu could actually be the murderous devil who ordered his men to massacre thousands of people from a medium-sized tribe without restraint.

"Wumeng, you have [-]%, how do we divide the rest?"

"Yeah, why did you take the big part?" Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, which immediately aroused the emotions of the warlords present, so that many people responded and asked questions repeatedly.

Wumeng snorted coldly, "Just because I am still sitting in the treasure house."

Shan Heng asked with an unkind expression: "Aren't you afraid that our two families will join forces to attack Shuangyue Palace?"

Wumeng's face suddenly darkened when he heard this, and he looked at Shan Heng without showing any weakness, "You can give it a try and see who will pay the higher price."

"Okay, okay, the hundred-year reincarnation of the Mantid is just around the corner. Now is the truce period. No one should start any more disputes. That would be the sinner of the entire Mogu tribe." Guo Ang acted as the peacemaker and said By the end, Wumeng and Shan Heng were silent.

The divided mogu were absolutely powerless against the mantid.This is a painful lesson learned through countless sacrifices over thousands of years. As we approach the juncture of a hundred-year reincarnation, tribes and factions, no matter how deeply they hate each other, must put aside their disputes and join forces to fight against foreign enemies. This is not so much about the survival of the ethnic group as it is about the survival of the ethnic group. , which is directly linked to its own fundamental interests.

"In my opinion, it will be [-]% for each family. The treasure house will be divided into four equal shares. Each of our three families will get one share, and the rest will be given to you." Guo Ang clapped his hands and made a decision for each family.

The eyes of the leaders of these small factions immediately showed a look of ecstasy. Even if [-]% of the [-]% had to be divided up many times within this seemingly unrelated offensive and defensive alliance, not many of them ended up in the hands of each family, but it was far beyond their expectations. Expected.

On the other hand, another great warlord, Shan Heng, had no objections to this fair division.

Only Wumeng was gritting his teeth. He had obviously occupied the Mogu Mountain treasure house. In this way, he was giving away what he had obtained. How could he feel better? But he also understood that if he still insisted on the original "[-]%", it would be too much. Those can only be obtained from small and medium-sized warlord factions, and these guys will definitely not agree.At that time, there will be more trouble. The Mantid attack is imminent. He must return to the Palace of Two Moons immediately to take charge of affairs. He must not waste time here.

Forget it, [-]% is [-]%. With this in mind, Wumeng nodded with a dark face and acquiesced to Guo Ang's proposal.

Guo Ang smiled with satisfaction and turned to look at the person in charge who was elected by the small and medium-sized factions sitting on the fourth chair, and asked gently: "How is it?"

The person in charge was about to nod when suddenly, a voice came from behind the crowd.

"not so good."

Guo Ang's gentle face suddenly became clouded, making people shudder.The other warlords present were also stunned by this guy who disrupted the situation, and looked angrily in the direction of the sound.

"what"

Who is so bold as to disrupt the negotiations hosted by the Big Three?

The God of Thunder looked back in surprise. He could clearly hear the familiar voice coming from behind him. Sure enough, at the edge of the platform, he saw the flesh-and-blood creature that came as promised to punish Leiden and guide his destiny.

Messenger of the Pantheon.

The God of Thunder was suddenly shocked, because he noticed that the body of this flesh and blood creature had undergone drastic changes. Most of the skin was like a mogu, turning into stone flesh and blood that was the embodiment of the power of pure order. His eyes flickered with eternal energy. Dissipating lightning.

But how is this possible?

The last time we met, he was still a completely flesh-and-blood creature.

In shock, the tall and thin flesh and blood, no, it should be said that the Pantheon messenger who had reversed the weak flesh and blood body, slowly stepped forward and walked towards the center of the platform.As he passed by, Thor felt the breath of the gods coming towards his face.

simply

Like the incarnation of the gods

The God of Thunder tried his best to control himself and stopped the strong urge to kneel down towards this tall and thin figure. He also noticed that for some reason, as the messenger moved forward, thunderclouds continued to gather in the sky, and occasionally there was a streak of thunder. The horizon instantly lights up the dark sky

"I said this division is not good, I want [-]%."

The tall and thin figure stood out from the crowd and came to the center of the platform, ignoring the angry gaze that wanted to eat him alive.After standing still, he said indifferently: "Not only that, I also want your allegiance."

"You're so bold!" Wumeng slapped the armrest and stood up suddenly. He reached out to draw his entourage's saber, and was about to step forward and slash this ugly boy who didn't know the heights and heights of the world. However, he was pulled tightly by the one-armed Qi Fei on the side. live.

How dare this little warlord who had just surrendered to him dare to stop him?

Wumeng was frightened and angry. He just wanted to chop this piece of shit together, but he found that the other person kept shaking his head and there was a deep look of fear in his eyes. He quickly realized something and stopped talking rationally. He stood there and watched.

Qi Fei's one arm was still clutching Wumeng's arm. As soon as he saw that figure, he remembered the terrifying experience at the core of the treasure house.

it's that person

It was a fear he had never experienced in the thousands of years since he was created by his master Leiden. It was a demon in human form, the most terrifying existence that came to the world from the most evil place in the Endless End and he must not be provoked. Fei Fei knew that if his new master dared to do this, not just one or two would die.

I'm afraid everyone present will have to

"Where did this young boy come from?"

However, the cruel Guo Ang strode towards the tall and thin figure, stretched out his big hands, and was about to mention this uninvited guest and teach him a lesson.

Qi Fei trembled and closed his eyes.

Seeing the appearance of his men, Wumeng was even more surprised.

The God of Thunder, however, stared at the venue intently. He wanted to see how the messenger of the Pantheon, who was trying to bring order to the chaos and lead the Mogu clan back to the right path, could tame these rebellious warlords.They had long lost their faith in the gods, and their minds were filled with ambition and desire for power. If they did not use thunderous means to deter them, no one would obey. Soon he discovered that the most deterrent means he could imagine, Not even one ten thousandth as good as him.

Under the gaze of a group of furious warlords, facing the approaching Guo Ang, the tall and thin figure looked extremely indifferent and just snorted coldly.

Suddenly, the color of the sky and the earth changed, strong winds sprang up, and dark thunderclouds pressed directly over everyone's heads.Countless lightning struck the surrounding mountains, sending up clouds of earth, rock, snow and mist that filled the sky, leaving behind traces of destruction. In the darkness, only the raging lightning and the flowing molten magma were clearly visible.

The ancient warlords of the demons only felt an inexplicable energy bursting out around them. It was the power of the gods and the mighty power of the Titans. Under the influence of this breath, they even felt that the curse of flesh and blood was much lighter. Once again, they regained the sense of disease-freeness of the rock body, and the instinct engraved deep in their bloodline blurred their vision. Nothing existed in the darkness, only the majestic and tall figure stood proudly in the mountains.

one, another

In front of the mighty power of the Titan gods, the warlords knelt down in stunned silence.Among them is Thor, but unlike his compatriots, he is completely voluntary and fanatical.

Gods

Really back

When the thunderclouds dissipated and the sun shone on the Holy Platform of Mogu Mountain again, the warlord leaders raised their heads and looked at the tall and thin figure. There was not only fanaticism, awe, but also deep awe in their eyes.

fear.

Guo Ang has disappeared, leaving only a cloud of ashes on the spot.This extremely powerful Mogu was killed by the Creator Messenger's lightning that destroyed the heaven and earth without even being able to utter a scream.

The surrounding hills were all flattened.Such power prevented them from even thinking about resisting, because for that tall and thin figure, killing himself and the Mogu soldiers from all the major factions in the valley was no different than crushing an ant.

Some people were surprised to find that their body, which had been eroded by the curse of flesh and blood, had actually restored some of its former rock body after the baptism just now.

This is the method of the Titans

Behind all the looks, there was an unprecedented hope in their eyes, hope that was enough to break through the darkness and break the curse of flesh and blood that had plagued the Mogu clan for thousands of years.

The tall and thin figure looked around calmly, and his voice spread across the mountains like rolling waves.

"The Mogu clan has been lost for a long time. I will lead you and others to rebuild their glorious past, eliminate the negative effects of the curse of flesh and blood, and once again carry out the sacred mission of creation."

"All you have to do is say my name, I am the Morning Star of Angmar"

"I am"

The tall and thin figure stretched out his right hand, and a thunderbolt struck from the air, condensing into a lightning bolt that illuminated all things in his palm.

"The King of Thunder."