Hand tea to the women's clothing boss

Chapter 401 The Story of Azeroth, Part [-]

"Can"

Lin Yi agreed.

The cold and cold written record is still too pale and thin. If she can listen to the other party's narration again, then Lin Yi can get more information from the other party's tone, movements, and demeanor when speaking. Therefore, this proposal is very good.

Seeing Lin Yi nodding, the milk tea immediately began to prepare.

After hearing that Lin Yi was willing to help, all the bosses above put down their work and quickly connected to the video.

At the same time, Milk Tea also told these bosses that Lin Yi could understand and speak a foreign dialect.

After knowing this situation, the bosses were overjoyed.

After all, Lin Yi is still a human being no matter what, so he must be on the human side.

And that cow, no matter how cowardly and timid it is, is still a creature from another world. It is not of my same race, so its heart must be different. This is not unreasonable.

What's more, Lin Yi has never done anything harmful or embarrassing the bosses. Instead, she has done so many "good things", so there is no reason not to believe her.

It's all good now, there is a person standing here who understands the dialect of the other party. Now, the bosses who came to the meeting are more at ease.

"I'm stuffed……"

Three or four meters tall, but nestled on the stool, the Tauren, who looked like a pissed off daughter-in-law, was still a little nervous, even though Lin Yi at the opposite table

Sitting very far away from him.

"Okay let's start"

Another barrier was released to isolate the disgusting smell from the other party, Lin Yi fainted.

"It's okay, you speak slowly, I can understand, and I can tell the truth from the fake"

Looking at Lin Yi who was frowning slightly, Jia Moore shrank his neck and returned cautiously.

"Yes, yes, I will not lie, what I say is true"

Lin Yi nodded, noncommittal.

In her view, this kind of guarantee is meaningless.

……

The first year of the continent of Azeroth.

Under the conspiracy of Kil'jaeden, Ner'zhul, the Lich King, was born in the inaccessible Northrend.

As Kil'jaeden's pawn with only soul but no entity, Ner'zhul needs a container in order to maintain his status and regain his new life, and to gain greater power.

After careful selection, he took a fancy to Prince Alsace, who was young and energetic, and whose soul was filled with a sense of honor and justice.

With the help of his subordinate Kel'Thuzad, he conspired to lead the prince into the abyss step by step.

Curse of the gods, spreading the plague, purifying Stratholme, leaving the teacher Uther, and betraying her lover Jaina.

After experiencing this series of heavy blows, Alsace's heart was occupied by darkness, and his sanity disappeared.

Especially when he left Stratholme, which was empty but full of corpses, and waved away, leaving most of his humanity there.

Driven by hatred, the prince gradually fell into depravity. In order to seek stronger force, he pulled out the evil Frostmourne. With the help of this evil artifact, he was invincible and his force value exploded.

But at the same time, the powerful force of this weapon also froze his blood and devoured his soul. Finally, after killing his father, the darkness in Alsace's heart reached its peak.

At this time, Ner'zhul felt that the time had come, the fruit was ripe and ready to be picked, but his wishful thinking was still in vain.

Although the young prince was blinded by hatred, he was extremely proud and determined in his heart. After a fight, he devoured Ner'zhul instead.

Finally, in the distant Northrend, the prince put on the helmet symbolizing the Lich King, boarded the Ice Throne, and became the new Lich King.

Under his rule, natural disasters raged, undead were everywhere, and the Azeroth continent was devastated and miserable.

Where there is oppression, there is resistance. This principle is common to all planes.

Alliance, Horde, Silver Northern Expedition, Ebon Knights, Fordring, Thrall, Jaina, Uther, among the various heroes fighting against the Scourge, Illidan, who has a proud personality, is the most famous.

As the younger brother of Archdruid Malfurion, Illidan never liked the teachings of Druids.

In contrast, he can be said to be a genius in terms of spells and Olympiad.

Illidan was the first to rebel against the Scourge in Arthas.

He attacked the natural disaster camp and beheaded the leader of the opponent. Gradually, Illidan became famous, and gradually gained a certain power in both the natural disaster and the resistance to the natural disaster.

Illidan, who had just become famous, made the forces against natural disasters attach great importance to it, but after contacting those so-called rebels, Illidan chose to leave directly.

Rotten, slow, dirty, full of bureaucracy everywhere.

Is this the Rebels?

Illidan, who was extremely proud and withdrawn in his heart, disdained to be with him. Even if the other party repeatedly invited him, he resolutely left the resistance coalition forces.

Although he is lonely in his heart, he is not a reckless person.

After careful observation and careful planning, he single-handedly attacked a camp of the Scourge, killing hundreds of evil forces.

After that battle, he was in the limelight for a while, and his heroic deeds were passed on by countless adventurers and bards.

Afterwards, his journey of revenge went smoothly, and wherever he went, it was like cutting melons and vegetables, and those natural disasters he killed cried and howled.

Later, he no longer paid attention to those minion-like natural disaster forces.

He has only one goal, that is, Alsace.

The distant Antarctic is covered with snow all day long.

Huge and icy snow-capped mountains can be seen everywhere. This inaccessible land is a paradise for the dead, and it is also the base camp of the Scourge. Countless undead wander here, as if they are tireless, day and night.

Surrounded by mountains, pass through the huge and towering Gate of Fear, then walk through the magnificent dark cathedral, step onto the Court of Bones, and you will see the majestic fortress made of Titan ore, the Icecrown Fortress.

It is entrenched here, like a terrifying beast, wantonly stretching out its minions to this world.

Icecrown Glacier, Scourge's Gate.

The north wind howled, and the snow was all over the sky.

Dranosh Saurfang, who was guarding here, stood motionless on the high platform covered by heavy snow.

He raised his head slightly, staring into the distance with those pale blue eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

After a long time, he didn't wipe off the snowflakes on his shoulders until he heard footsteps behind him, and looked back.

With a plop, a messenger undead knelt down and said.

"Report to the king, Illidan has killed several of our leaders, and is still heading towards Icecrown Citadel, and will soon reach the Scourge's Gate"

Hearing that it was Illidan, Saurfang snorted coldly and waved his hands.

"I see, you go down"

"But……"

This subordinate seemed puzzled.

This is Illidan!
But Saurfang had already turned around.

When he came to the edge of the high platform, he looked at the countless undead hovering below, and then at the towering snow mountain opposite, and the majestic and admirable Icecrown Fortress in the snow mountain.

Your Highness the Lich King, your decision is correct, Illidan is just a fool.

(End of this chapter)