Orix asked the mage beside him about the exact location of his current location, and then asked the royal mage left behind in Rivendell to forward Katrana's letter.

Soon, a blue magic light flashed in the air. A slender letter tube, which was long and short, fell out of the miniature portal, and was picked up by him, took the fire paint, took out the letter and read it.

Katrana asked about his progress, claiming that if Dalaran is ready to explore the Tomb of Tyr, she hopes to contact the relevant person in charge as soon as possible to discuss the specific details of the trip to reduce the possible danger.

In short, it looks like "I understand the dangers of this trip very well" and hopes to shine and heat. By the way, take the initiative in some details as much as possible so that everyone can fall into her trap.

But what she didn't know was that she was the one who was plotting on her.

"What did she say in the letter?" Crassus asked.

Orix directly handed the letter paper to the other party, asked the monk to summon a small table for him and wrote a reply on the spot.

"Well... it seems that she is bound to win this expedition. I suspect that her original plan would be to use Zachaz's shadow power to deepen your corruption." After reading the letter, Crassus expressed his guess.

The red dragon has concluded through some investigation that Count Katrana was indeed incarnated by Onyxia.

Orix has no way of knowing what the process is.

In the letter, he gave the clear reply that Katrana wanted, and the great wizard Drandon, who claimed that the matter was in charge, would soon contact her. After reading it to the people around him, he asked the wizard to send the letter back to Rivendell and hand it over to Katrana by the left-behind royal wizard.

"I'm not worried about the safety of Count Orix," after completing all this, Drandon shook his head, "After all, we are there. What really disturbs me is how to eliminate the subsequent impact of the arrest of Count Katrana. She is a powerful figure in the Storm Kingdom and has almost gained the support of the whole country. I'm worried that she has left enough help to address the dangers that may be encountered on this trip. None of us would like to lose the assistance of the Storm Kingdom at such a juncture."

After the disaster in the north, the Storm Kingdom sent enough support. Just like more than ten years ago, when the orcs destroyed Storm City, the countries donated money to rebuild at the call of Alonsos Fao, who was the Archbishop of the Church of Holy Light at that time.

Of course, this was led by Count Katrana. She wanted to use this matter to expand her influence in the Northland and even the entire league, but these aids are indeed a timely help.

"Don't be too pessimistic, Drandon, things are not that complicated," Crasus comforted. "I have collected the evidence and my people are currently investigating further in the Storm Kingdom and Blackstone Tower. What I can guarantee is that this matter will develop within a controllable range and will not have unexpected impacts."

"Okay, then I'll be relieved." Drandon nodded.

Crassus always has a different charm. He is very mysterious, but he always speaks carefully and targetedly. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the most capable of being among the six-member Kentre, and all the members have a 120% trust in him.

No one knows how many years he has been in office. When he revealed his true identity, everyone was shocked and deeply grateful that in such a catastrophe, a colleague from the mysterious dragon clan could stand on his side.

Fortunately, the dragon has already had insight into the current situation and is about to join the war involving the fate of Azeroth.

"Okay, let's continue to explore. If Onyxia left any arrangement nearby, we must find it the day after tomorrow."

Crasus clapped his hands and led everyone to carry out a new round of investigations.

...

"The undead is overwhelming, and our number is decreasing every minute and every second. What should we do to survive this terrible disaster?"

Arachi Heights.

The original Shelter ruins are located on the easternmost side along Hillsbrad to Alahi, which is the place where the former Orc Chief Orgrim Hammer of Destruction died, and it is also the location of the Hammer Town in the original history.

It was pouring rain.

The blazing lightning that crossed the sky illuminated the tragic battlefield.

The resurrected people rushed over the mountains and fields, like the corruption and wounds creeping in the fertile field, without any limit at a glance.

In front of the ruins is a line of defense built of gravel, building materials and soil, slightly higher than the ground. However, at this time, the gap between the line of defense and the ground has long been piled up into a mountain of corpses.

It is impossible to even see where the trench that was originally dug was.

Even the low-lying areas between the hills were completely filled with corpses.

The beast soldiers firmly defended the defense line, waving weapons in their hands, like meat grinders, tearing the rush of resurrections.

There are both humans and their former compatriots.

In a corner of the ruins, the blind-eyed prophet Drektal dragged his old body and his hands towards the sky, continuously guiding the element's anger.

It was not the old blind-eyed shaman who guided Thrall into the shamanic path that triggered the lightning storm, he just communicated with the ubiquitous elements.

The elements of fear, disgust and hatred for the existence of the Scourge and the Burning Legion were repaid, and then they quickly vented the anger of this world to the enemies of all living beings.

From time to time, a lightning bolt fell from the sky, falling into a dense tide of corpses, exploding the soil that soared into the sky and broken limbs and broken arms.

But compared with the scale of the corpse tide, even the elemental wrath that can tear the city walls and destroy everything is, no matter how dense it is, it seems particularly pale.

"What exactly are we going to do?" Yitrig stood beside Thal, with despair in his old eyes.

The old orc's body had just recovered from the disaster that he suffered in Stantholm. After experiencing a series of battles, he was at the end of his strength. He was wrapped in bandages and his arms muscles trembled slightly due to long-term excessive force, but the sharp axe in his hand was very tightly held.

Beside him, the orc chief Thrall was also breathing in a weak breath.

It was him who triggered the lightning storm, and now he rotated to the bottom to take a temporary rest. The continuous guidance work was handed over to Drektar.

Looking at the tide of corpses coming, and then looking at the cliff behind him, even he had to admit that the orc...

It seems to have come to an end.
Chapter completed!