readytorunbook Chapter 627 Grizzly Hills (44)
Chapter 627 Grizzly Hills (44)
Chapter 627 Grizzly Hills (44)
Meri and Faol left, and they had to go back to Naxxramas to prepare for the decisive battle.
Uther left with old Mograine and Old Fording. The final battle in Howling Fjord is brewing, and the vanguard camp on Icecrown Glacier will also start construction to prepare for the final battle.
Krasus also flew back to Wyrmrest Temple and continued to fight the undead.
Soon, Fenna was also sent back to Stratholme by Anveena, and the tomb of Galakrond was silent.
"Brother, where are we going next?" An Weena asked with her head raised.
Jiang Jie smiled, pointed to the east and said, "I promised Cenarius and Malfurion to help them solve the furbolg's corruption problem. Now is the time."
Going east along a path, through a narrow valley, they came to a dark and polluted forest.
The World Tree "Vordassil" is planted here, and the energy of the Emerald Dream that it emits has given birth to the plants in the entire Grizzly Hills. The trees here are lush, but they are no longer the normal emerald green.
Because Vordrassil has been polluted by the ancient god Yogg-Saron, even though it was destroyed by druids thousands of years ago.
Vordrassil is tainted, and so is Grizzly Hills—
The entire continent of Northrend is full of the handwriting of the ancient god Yogg-Saron, and this place is no exception.
Of course, Yogg-Saron isn't the only one behind the scenes.
Jiang Jie looked up to the north.
It was a tall and majestic black fortress, full of troll style, not even much worse than Zul'Aman and Zul'Gurub:
It is the Dak'Saron Fortress, which was originally the territory of the Drakkari Frost Trolls, but for some reason, it has been captured by the Scourge.
Alsace's hand has reached here, and he has successfully obtained a base that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.
Looking to the south, it is Sebhalak, also an ancient building of the Drakkari trolls, dedicated to a certain loa god, apparently also occupied by the Scourge.
The people of the Menethil family are all great, and Arthas is very ambitious. He sent troops everywhere to bring the whole of Northrend under his command. Unfortunately, this also led to the dispersion of troops and bumped into walls everywhere.
Because the time for the Northern Expedition is still short, the Borean Tundra and Howling Fjord have not yet been conquered, so neither the Alliance nor the Horde has set foot on this land. Only thousands of elites sent by the night elves came here to help the furbolgs get rid of the ancient the corruption of the god Yogg-Saron.
When Jiang Jie came here, he naturally wanted to contact those night elves.
The blessing of Cenarius between the eyebrows is a good thing. Jiang Jie quickly learned the general situation of the night elf troops, and then went all the way south, and found their camp in a slightly greener forest.
"This is Amberpine Camp, Grand Duke."
A familiar big man met Jiang Jie, and his huge body gave Jiang Jie a veritable bear hug, and then he heard a creaking sound, the big man was in pain all over his body, his bones were ringing, and his body was blue and purple.
"Long time no see, Broll. I thought Malfurion would send some other druid over, but I didn't expect it to be you." Jiang Jie smiled.
Yes, Broll Bearskin, the night elf druid who has been taking care of Teldrassil, is here now, and he is also one of the leaders of this night elf army.
"You are so strong, Grand Duke."
With great difficulty, Broll broke free from Jiang Jie's embrace, rubbed the bruises on his body, and then said with a smile: "My ancestors were blessed by the bear demigods Usol and Ursoc, and this blessing flows It’s in my blood, so Cenarius and Malfurion let me take charge here. Grand Duke, this is Etil Moonfire, the commander of the Silver Wing Sentinel.”
Jiang Jie turned his head and saw a female night elf with a heroic figure and brilliant starry eyes.
"I was Velinde Starsong's second-in-command, before she became a druid."
Etil Moonfire had a night elf-like faint smile on his face: "Grand Duke, I brought a thousand Silver Wing Sentinels, this is all the strength we can muster."
Feathermoon Sentinel has long followed Shandris Feathermoon and returned to Feralas. There are still thousands of terrifying Naga entrenched there, it is difficult to deal with, and the night elves are worried about Syndra and the high elves, so naturally they have to send troops to maintain the situation there.
In addition to the Feathermoon Sentinels, the night elves also have an elite unit, the Silverwing Sentinels.
The scale of this troop is larger than that of the Feathermoon Sentinel. It is mainly responsible for patrolling and guarding Ashenvale, Felwood Forest, Darkshore, and even Mount Hyjal. It belongs to Tyrande's direct troop, and Velinde Starsong is one of them Commander, in charge of Felwood.
There are 5000 Silver Wing Sentinels, but they lost at least 1000 in the war with the demons a year ago. Now they are responsible for clearing the remaining demons in the northern part of Kalimdor, as well as patrolling and guarding. They can send [-] people. Already very good, full of sincerity.
Night elf sentries are strong, very strong.
These sentries are well-trained, and generally have lived for hundreds or even thousands of years. They are proficient in various combat skills. In addition, the night elves have excellent physical fitness, almost on the same level as the tauren, so their combat effectiveness is also very strong.
In fact, in the forest, an ordinary sentinel can even fight against orc warriors in a team of [-]!
The fighting strength of the night elf sentinels is still higher than that of the high elf rangers, and these 1000 people should not be underestimated.
As for druids...
"Grand Duke, I'm sorry, at least [-]% of the druids are lost in the Emerald Dream, and there is no way to wake them up. We must gather all our strength to fight against the Nightmare King and the Emerald Dream. There are not many people we can send."
Broll lowered his voice. "I brought fifty claw druids."
Fifty, not many, Jiang Jie frowned slightly.
Fortunately, it's not about fighting the local furbolgs. The number of druids doesn't matter much.
"No need to say sorry, because in the final analysis, this is your druid's business... Well, I am also a druid, and it is also my business. How is the situation, Master Broll?"
Jiang Jie drank a glass of water, and then asked: "You have been here for more than a month, what progress has been made?"
"We drew a map."
Broll spread out the map, and said: "Silver Wing Sentinels have scouted the entire Grizzly Hills. There are at least [-] furbolgs here, more than the entire Kalimdor combined. They all became crazy and irritable. Way to contact. In addition, we found the town stronghold of the Scourge, trolls, and iron dwarves, and the situation here is... very bad."
"Don't worry about other things for the time being. What we need to do now is to solve the problem of the furbolgs. If all [-] furbolgs are recovered, they will be a force comparable to half of the Northern Expedition! With this force, it is enough to wipe out the entire All enemies of Grizzly Hills."
Jiang Jie waved his hand, and then asked, "Tell me, what do you think?"
Adele Moonfire said indifferently: "Don't ask me, I don't know anything about druids. Lord Tyrande gave me an order to assist the Grand Duke and Master Broll. I listen to you. The Wing Sentinel listens to you."
"Well, here's what I think."
Pointing to the upper middle of the map, Broll said, "We found that the furbolgs are trying to revive Ursoc. But if they really revive Ursoc, they can only revive Ursoc corrupted by Yogg-Saron." Thok! My thoughts are: we purify Ursoc in advance, not here, but in... Teldrassil!"
(End of this chapter)