Chapter 712

The governor is right.

In pruck, a vast area of millions of light-years, the federal government controls about one-half of the area. The rest is controlled by the top Zerg soldiers, and the rest is in the hands of the fanatical ereda.

What the federation needs is resources, what the wormlin needs is the growth environment of the sacred tree of Kepa, while the ereda, who escaped from the broken AGUS 2000 years ago, have a part of demon blood in their twisted bodies, and what they pursue is more simple power control and hegemony.

This is probably due to the racial humiliation after losing their homes and being forced to escape, as well as the nature of civilization caused by the natural chaotic thinking. After arida returned to Delano with the Azeroth fleet in those years, they were placed in the Nagaland grassland and Hellfire Peninsula. The initial number of people was only 12W, which can be called a pocket race.

Under the skill and wise leadership of the early King Nestor OREZ the great, the new ereda empire was almost "are you ready?"

Huron took a silver pendant from his pocket, while Grice raised his left hand, which was a string of black bracelets.

These objects look ordinary, but in fact they are special identification objects formed by odul's energy erosion. For example, there are some secret agencies directly under the Federal Parliament in all star regions, and they can only enter through these identification objects.

They take a step forward. The dust storm that has blocked countless creatures for thousands of years gives out a wild roar that never appears. It's like warning these entrants. But when they carry these identification items forward, the storm finally stops. The tornado dust is still circling, but after they stride into it, around the circling tornado, But there are three holes.

Strange, blank, there is no obstruction, but it does not affect the integrity of the whole storm. It is like three channels into the pyramid. The colonel and the Colonel quickly follow. They walk in the hole, and they will look around.

But the eye-catching place is not the barrier of dust storm in their imagination, nor the flowing sand. It is more like a special halo. In the dust, the road ahead is shrouded. Besides the light, there are special silver and colorful mirage lights, as well as red flames occasionally appear, just like the scenery that will appear in the most fantastic imagination.

It's like going to another world.

"Sure enough, he still knows us... He can remember the breath and taste of his hometown. He is welcoming us!"

Huron's heart surged with that special feeling, like feeling a pair of warm hands brushing on his heart. Although he knew that it was the ancestor 2000 years ago, he knew that the only connection between him and him was blood, but when the real distance from the existence was getting closer and closer, all his maturity and decency were defeated by the deepest joy.

At this moment, Huron felt a mission! An indescribable feeling.

If he was born, grew up, experienced everything has a fixed destiny, then it must be for this moment!

He is about to welcome Azeroth back to the most ancient legend in the name of minehill.

The God of man!