Ranger King of Azeroth

  Chapter 691 is really an ogre head...

   When Daelin and Jaina led the large fleet to transport logistical supplies and various materials to their respective strongholds in Icecrown Glacier, Charlemagne explained everything and immediately returned to Wyrmrest Temple with teleportation.

Onyxia, who was temporarily resident in Wyrmrest Temple for the first time, immediately greeted her. She was still holding a kitten with a white body and a black face. It was Bigworth who was brought to Northrend by Charlemagne. gentlemen.

  September in Northrend has entered the cold winter season, and the sea is very stormy. In order to prevent the kitten from getting sick, Charlemagne asked Onyxia to keep Mr. Bigworth in Wyrmrest Temple with a constant temperature barrier.

   After taking the kitten from Princess Black Dragon, Mr. Bigworth squatted on Charlemagne's shoulders with ease.

  Seeing the cat's contented expression, Charlemagne couldn't help but smile, and at the same time reached out and rubbed Onyxia's dragon horns with a face full of merit.

   "Thank you, how is the situation in the Howling Fjord?"

  Onyxia closed her eyes to enjoy the intimacy of her master, and quickly straightened her face when she heard Charlemagne's question.

  "Not very optimistic. The two sides have already launched a real fight. Compared with the tentative attack ten days ago, the current battle is more intense. If no one stops it, I think they should continue to fight until the winner is determined."

  Charlemagne frowned, "Then which side do you think has the upper hand?"

Onyxia smiled sarcastically, "Needless to say, of course it is a semi-indigenous alliance. Varian, Queen Calia and others have already managed the Howling Fjord into a monolith, and the tribe can only rely on the reckless Hold on strong, and if the fight continues, the entire army may be wiped out."

"Yeah…"

  Charlemagne touched his chin and pondered, "At this time, it is not a good thing for the Alliance to wipe out this tribal force. A bad thing may trigger another all-out war between the Alliance and the Horde..."

After all, the two sides had just played out their brains in Outland before. Although they temporarily chose to truce during the crisis in Azeroth, once the Horde suffered a big loss, even the dove-like Guyel couldn't just swallow his anger like this. Bite the bullet and attack to help Garrosh wipe his ass.

   "No! You can't let them continue to fight. You must know that this is the old lair of the Lich King. The corpses of the soldiers who died in battle may be stolen by the Lich King at any time and turned into their own combat power."

   Don’t look at what Charlemagne said that the Lich King seems to be a corpse thief, but the tactics of the undead are so dirty, you don’t want a corpse? Give it all to me, and let him reappear in front of you tomorrow.

  Grabbing Mr. Bigworth and stuffing it into the leather armor on his chest, Charlemagne asked again before he was about to set off, "By the way, what about Chief Goel? He didn't send anyone to stop Garrosh?"

   "Sent, or sent Vol'jin to deliver the message himself, but Garrosh didn't listen at all, and drove Vol'jin away impatiently."

"The Great Chief Go'el himself was unable to escape from the attack of the Scourge at the breach of Echo Valley, so he sent several waves of messengers, including Garrosh's friends Jolin Deadeye and Dranosh Saru Farr, it turns out..."

  Onyxia shrugged, "I don't know what kind of gunpowder that idiot took. He drove all these messengers away without leaving, and was determined to get back face from the alliance."

   "Hehe~"

Charlemagne smiled without warmth on his face, "I want face, right? I let him throw it away from the inside to the outside this time! This kind of bastard, don't give him a little bit of trouble, he doesn't know that in this world There are many people who cannot afford to offend!"

   "Shua!"

  Onyxia stared at the place where Charlemagne disappeared, holding her cheeks in a nympho, and said with a flushed face, "The domineering master... is also great!"

  Charlemagne still doesn't know what happened to his mount. At this time, he has brought Mr. Bigworth and Eragon to the frontline port of Theramore, Risk Bay.

   Then he took the enlarged Elegon into the sky, and flew straight towards the Howling Fjord where the coastline could be vaguely seen.

  The tribe’s crude warships were docked next to the small island near the Chemir coast, and a large number of the Alliance’s coastal artillery were placed on the coastline. At this time, the two sides were launching a confrontation on the broad coastline.

The simple artillery provided by the goblins on the Horde ships and the powerful cannons of the Alliance bombarded each other. The infantry on the beach fought together, and the archers, mages, and shamans supporting the rear were not idle, and they came and went with each other on the battlefield. Engage in a spell tug of war.

  Charlemagne didn't let Eragon fly too high. When he just arrived at the front line of the battlefield, the air forces of the Alliance and the Horde each sent a scout to intercept it.

   "Stop, the battlefield is ahead, please detour... Are you, Your Highness the Regent of Quel'Thalas?"

   The Wildhammer Gryphon Knight at the head recognized Charlemagne, and the other tribal Wyvern Dragoon yelled there in an orc language that Charlemagne couldn't understand.

  Charlemagne didn't bother to pay attention to the Mag'har brown-skinned orc, and nodded gently to the Wildhammer Gryphon rider, "Hello, I remember you are a young man under Kurdran, right? It seems to be... Demien?"

  The griffin knight scratched his head in embarrassment, "His Royal Highness still remembers my name. It's a great honor. I accompanied Prince Kurdran to attend your wedding last time."

Charlemagne glanced at the orc who was still chattering with threatening eyes, and even took out his weapon to attack. The strong pressure in his eyes made the orc suddenly stunned, and he stayed where he was, not daring to move. , The cold sweat on his forehead burst out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

   "Demien, tell Kurdran and Varian that I am here to mediate the war between the Horde and the Alliance. Our enemy should be the Lich King. Now is not the time to fight each other."

  Demien said honestly, "Oh, yes, Your Highness the Regent, please wait here for a moment. If you think this orc is annoying, you can let your dragon swallow him in one gulp."

   Eragon opened his mouth and said, "Thank you for your concern, descendants of the earthlings, but I don't need to eat."

   "Can... talk?"

  Charlemagne saw Demien's bewildered expression, and interrupted his cranky thoughts amusedly, "Okay, let's go, Elegon is a titan creation, and he doesn't need to eat."

After Demien left in a daze, Charlemagne turned his head to look at the orc in front of him who dared not move and said, "Orc, can you understand the Common Tongue? Go tell Garrosh to come to the front to negotiate a truce." protocol."

   "I... will, a little, I, here we go!"

After the orc scout finished speaking in his stuttering Common Tongue, he immediately pulled the Wyvern down to the ground as if he had seen a ghost. Following his direction, Charlemagne immediately saw a strong man wielding a giant ax at the front line. orc.

   "Bloodhowl... So, that ugly ghost is Garrosh? It really has an ogre head... Is this evolution incomplete?"

   Thanks to the book friends "鬼ovo Remnant Soul" and "hanhzx" for their support.