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   "The Red Dragon Queen? No wonder these Aspects, who never took part in mortal warfare, join the ranks of orcs."

   Kael'thas is ready to teleport to the front line. He is ready to witness the victory of this war with his own eyes. After hearing Charlemagne's words, he, Osis and others all looked enlightened.

   "If that's the case, go ahead. Needless to say, the importance of the guardian dragon to Azeroth, even with the intention of reducing the strength of the orcs, it is necessary to exclude the red dragon from their combat power."

At this time, Li Reza walked over to Charlemagne and the two daughters with a concerned look and straightened their armor, "Be careful, I heard you say that Deathwing is the Black Dragon King who betrayed the War of the Ancients, right? This invincible opponent is face to face."

   "Yes, Mother."

   "I see, mentor."

This time, apart from Lor'themar staying behind in the Far Traveling Village because of Liadrin's relationship, Vereesa, Valeira, Garinde, Eleanor and others all plan to witness the final battle of this orc war .

  Charlemagne stood in front of Vereesa and opened his mouth before leaving, but he still couldn't say anything in the end.

However, his hesitant expression seemed to have caused the girl to misunderstand something. Before walking into the portal leading to Ironforge, Vereesa turned her head shyly and glanced at Charlemagne quietly, which made Earl Theron Some are confused.

   "What the hell?"

   When Charlemagne scratched his head and turned around, he realized that the expressions of Alleria and Cirvanas were very... menacing.

   "Really... I didn't expect that you wouldn't even let my little sister go. I really underestimated you!"

   "Charlemagne...I didn't expect you to be this kind of person."

   "???"

  Charlemagne had a black question mark on his face, "Did you make a mistake? I want to remind Vereesa to help Marshal Lothar if she has the chance."

"Um?"

  The original wonderful expressions of the two sisters paused at the same time. After they glanced at each other, Alleria rubbed her temples and asked, "Let me just ask, what does it mean to help Marshal Lothar?"

Charlemagne glanced at Cirvanas first, and then said somewhat vaguely, "For some reason, Marshal Lothar may have a one-on-one battle with Orgrim at the end of this battle. A decrepit Lothar would be in danger, so I was a little hesitant to tell Vereesa."

After all, Mark Gora is a completely one-on-one duel, and outsiders cannot intervene. Charlemagne doesn't know whether it will be considered a shame by Vereesa after saving Lothar, so he hesitated for a long time and finally failed to say it .

Although what Charlemagne said was very vague, Alleria, who knew all his secrets, understood it completely. She patted her forehead with a palm and said with a faceless face, "I'll just say...you wooden Why did it suddenly evolve into a carnivore type, so that’s how it is.”

Afterwards, Alleria whispered some truths to the bewildered second sister's ear, and Cirvanas had a sudden understanding expression, but then she used an expression that wanted to laugh out loud. Staring at Charlemagne.

   "...you can laugh if you want, I'm a piece of wood and I'm really sorry for you."

   "Pfft...hahaha!"

The silver bell-like laughter of the two sisters gradually spread out from the mage tower of Yuanxing Village. Romans stood beside him with an expression of watching his nose, nose, nose, nose, and heart. The villagers who heard the movement outside looked up curiously. here.

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Charlemagne doesn't need to worry about contacting Malygos. Anyway, with Chromie's method and the news of Deathwing, this crazy dragon king should fly over screaming and wait for Hammer to stab him in the back. The one-knife Black Dragon King.

  Although they teleported to Ironforge like Kael'thas and others, the directions of the Charlemagne Trio and others after leaving the city were completely opposite.

  The Blackstone Mountain, where the final battle took place, was in the south of Dun Morogh, while Grim Batol, where Charlemagne and the others were going, was in the northeast of Ironforge.

   When Charlemagne and the two sisters teleported to Ironforge, the city was already much empty than usual, and the three Bronzebeard brothers had already led the army towards Blackstone Mountain.

   Fortunately, Kael'thas had already greeted the Bronzebeard dwarves, and the griffins flying to the wetlands for the three of them had already been arranged.

   When flying along the way, I have rarely seen orcs in the wetlands. They probably either went to the south to support Orgrim, or hid in Grim Batol pretending to be an ostrich.

  In order to avoid being discovered by the red dragon knights, Charlemagne lowered the griffins in the southwest mountain area of ​​Grim Batol, and directly ordered the group of griffins to go back, so as to avoid the risk of being discovered if they continued to stay here.

  It was the first time for Cirvanas to come to the south of the mainland. She was somewhat similar to Alleria who saw snow on the highest mountain for the first time along the way, and her spirit seemed a little excited.

   At this time, Alleria rarely quarreled with her second sister, but listened to Cirvanas' excited narration with a nostalgic and warm expression.

  ‘How long has it been since we had such a harmonious communication? '

  Aurelia's eyes were a little blank when she thought of this. She remembered the cute little Hill who surrounded her when she was a child and called "sister" in a milky voice.

  ‘Hey, it’s Charlemagne, a sinful fellow, and Vereesa’s attitude was a little bit wrong before she left. Our sisters really owe you...’

  Charlemagne didn't pay attention to the two Windrunner sisters at this time. He was squatting on the ground and observing the gate of Grim Batol in the distance.

   "Has Nozdormu come yet? Didn't we agree to meet at the southwestern mountain summit of Grim Batol..."

   "In fact, I have already arrived, but your performance is very interesting, so I deliberately did not remind you."

The sudden sound from the left startled the three of them. Only then did they notice a low-lying small lake on the left side of where they landed just now. A night elf man with a single ponytail was walking slowly from below. come up.

  The man's eyes glowed with golden light, and he was bare half of his upper body. He wore a dragon-head-shaped shoulder armor on his right shoulder, and his lower body was wearing a red-yellow...long skirt!

  ‘Why do men in Azeroth like to wear skirts…’

   Needless to say, this night elf man with a very indifferent expression on his face was Nozdormu, the bronze dragon king who had transformed into a mortal. At this moment, his golden eyes scanned the three of them in shock.

   "It's really interesting, but the existence of a mere singularity has completely changed the fate of the two of them. It seems that my understanding of the timeline still needs to be improved."