Chapter 670: The brain is a good thing, but unfortunately...

Chapter 670 The brain is a good thing, but unfortunately...

Charlemagne's strategic thinking and layout have always been valued and feared by many people, and even Kil'jaeden is very wary of this high-elf duke whose overall view is far beyond ordinary people... Although he knows it very well, it is just brought by the memory of his previous life The foresight to come.

Of course, it is impossible for Charlemagne to come here this time simply to let Thorim directly pull up the flag of rebellion when the war started. He discussed with the King of Storms for a long time before riding Yi Ragon leaves.

Thorim looked at Charlemagne's disappearing figure and couldn't help sighing, "The mortals are really amazing now, it seems that I have been away from the world and sitting in the Temple of Storms for too long..."

Convinced Thorim, the next target is naturally the Temple of Winter in the east of the Temple of Storms. When he flew over the engine of the Creator, the group of iron dwarves and iron vrykul below cursed and provoked him on the ground.

"Stupid mortal! How dare you enter the sacred cliffs of the storm, come down and die!"

"Loken will crush you, fragile creature of flesh!"

Charlemagne turned a deaf ear to the sarcasm of this group of talkative gangsters, and sat comfortably on Eragon's back and licked his ears, "These weak chickens dare to bark at me. If it wasn't for the mission, I would let them know what it is. Don't offend people you can't afford."

Eragon advised, "Don't worry about it. Once the army of guardians arrives, these lackeys who help the evil will meet their due end, but..."

Eragon hesitated and said, "Are you sure you want Thorim to do this? What if..."

The corners of Charlemagne's mouth evoked a strange smile, "Hehe, of course it wouldn't work if Thorim performed alone, but with a cooperating person..."

The process of persuading Hodir was very smooth, even easier than Thorim's side. The bare-headed Winter King immediately believed Charlemagne's words after seeing the tokens from Tyre and Raiden.

"Boom!"

Hodir angrily tapped his mace-like hammer on the ground of the Temple of Winter, "I just find it strange! Why would Thorim inexplicably believe that I was the murderer of Sif, and it turned out to be Yugotha Long and Loken are behind the scenes!"

The blue-skinned titan guardian solemnly lowered his head and looked down at Charlemagne, "Mortal, I already know your plan. As soon as Lai's army arrives, I will immediately let my family follow what you said, just..."

Charlemagne waved his hand confidently, "I know what you are worried about, just trust me, just please calm down and don't act impulsively."

Hodir snorted, "Do you think I'm that brainless idiot Thorim? Don't worry, nothing will go wrong."

Charlemagne shook his head helplessly. It seems that these two guardians have fought for so many years and seem to have played some real fire. I hope they can get back together with the help of other guardians in the future.

Only these two guardians of the entire Storm Peak remained in their own temple. Freya of the Temple of Life and Mimiron of the Temple of Creation had long been fooled into Ulduar by Loken and corrupted.

The Temple of Order in Tire has been abandoned for many years, and the Forging Temple of Azadas has long been buried in the wind and snow because it has not been used for a long time.

The palaces of Raiden and Odin are both inside Ulduar, and the side hall belonging to Odin was lifted into the sky by him and became the Hall of Valor.

When he was about to leave the Temple of Winter, Charlemagne saw the Snow-covered Temple of Creation in the northwest, and sighed softly, "I hope that after Ulduar is restored, these titan guardians can return to their own temples to work again. They have left Too much time in my responsibilities."

Eragon nodded in agreement and said, "I believe that day will definitely come. As long as there is no interference from Loken and Yogg-Saron, the furnace of will will be restarted, and the speed of maturation of the star soul will be accelerated. Sooner or later we will win the final victory."

"yes…"

Charlemagne looked at the Ulduar palaces in the distance in a daze, but he was a little worried in his heart, ‘Will Sargeras wait until Azeroth is born? If he really allowed him to completely corrupt the souls of the titans to form the Dark Pantheon, then he would probably be even more passive. '

‘When Azeroth settles down, maybe it’s time to consider the plan proposed by Illidan. '

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When Charlemagne sent back to Wyrmrest Temple to tell Raiden and others about his achievements, the Alliance and the Horde had already arrived in Northrend.

The difficulty facing the Alliance lies in the large number of Vrykul in the Howling Fjord. Since the Lich King awakened, the awakening speed of the Vrykul has obviously increased again. Even King Ymiron of the Dragon Raider Vrykul Awakened in Gjalerbron.

Galerbron was the place where the Vrykul chose to sleep for themselves. This large-scale fortress is located in the snow-capped mountains in the north of the Howling Fjord.

Most of the vrykul who awakened from Gjalerbron returned to Utgarde Castle, the capital of the dragon-raiding vrykul before, and the other part were scattered around the Howling Fjord under the order of Ymiron to deal with all creatures. Launch an indiscriminate attack.

And the creatures killed by them will not be abandoned in the wilderness. The Vrykul will drag the corpse back. Maybe the next time they see it again, the corpse will become a natural disaster undead monster.

The location of the Alliance's landing base in the Howling Fjord, Vagarde, is very important. It is very close to Utgarde, the capital of the Vrykul. As long as the front line of Valgarde is maintained, the Alliance can continue to attack Utgarde Castle. siege.

Contrary to the Alliance, the tribes that landed on the Borean Tundra also have their own troubles. First of all, a large number of undead Nerubians raided from the holy city of Enqila. The surrounding area is riddled with holes.

"Boom!"

An ugly bald orc with an ogre head hammered the table angrily, and he shouted at the green-skinned orc below, "Nazgrim! I thought Goel was talking about how powerful the Horde will be!" , why have you still not been able to solve our predicament!"

Nazgorin frowned irritably, and explained, "Commander Hellscream, the number of insects we are facing..."

"I don't want your reason!"

Garrosh interrupted Nazgorin roughly. He walked up to the opponent and looked at him viciously. He poked Nazgrim hard twice on Nazgrim's chest with his thick fingers like carrots.

"I just want to hear good news. I don't want to hear that there are still enemies besieging Warsong Fortress when Chief Goel arrives. Do you understand?"

"yes…"

Seeing Nazgrim leave aggrievedly, Garrosh snorted disdainfully, crossed his arms and said to a brown-skinned female orc beside him, "These green skins are useless at all, just like our cowardly" Warchief' same."

The female orc grinned and let out a rough laugh, "Haha! These corrupted greenskins are only capable of this, Garrosh, I believe that one day you will become the great chief, the real great chief of the orthodox tribe '!"

The corner of Garrosh's mouth curled up into a smile, "Don't worry, Zaira, once I become the warchief, I will definitely help the Dragonmaw clan complete rebuilding quickly, I will not be as conservative as Goel, the so-called dragon clan... but they can fly Lizards."