The sky in the Burning Plains is always scorched and dim. Looking from the ground to the sky, the black clouds are mixed with an ominous halo, which looks extremely pale. If you stay in this environment for a long time, no matter how brutal it is,
Both the orcs and the human soldiers chasing them here will feel quite depressed.
This is a cursed land, with violent elements, vicious dwarves, and even rumors of a black dragon living here. In short, this is not a good place. If it were not for the war, I am afraid no one would take the initiative to come here.
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At this time, outside the long river of magma around Blackstone Mountain, surrounded by knights, Marshal Anduin Lothar was observing the situation on the battlefield here.
"Are the orcs planning to defend this mountain?"
The marshal put down the monocular in his hand, and the corners of his wrinkled eyes raised, indicating that the marshal was in a bad mood at this time.
The Blackstone Mountain in front of you spans the center of the Burning Plains and the Searing Gorge, separating the Kingdom of Stormwind from the land of the Bronzebeard dwarves of Ironforge. After the Dark Iron dwarves fled here more than 200 years ago, these dwarves hollowed out the mountain.
body, and a huge city was built inside.
To describe Black Rock Mountain as easy to defend and difficult to attack is the most superficial way of describing it. It can be said to be a natural danger.
Not to mention anything else, as long as the orcs guarding the Black Rock Tower are determined to defend, the two giant steel gates that are more than 5 meters wide and weighing dozens of tons leading to the interior of the Black Rock Mountain are enough to block tens of thousands of people.
Attack by coalition soldiers.
"This is really troublesome!"
Marshal Lothar is a veteran and a skilled commander, but seeing the situation in front of him, he has no good solution.
"The dwarf engineers of Gnomeregan told me that those two giant doors cannot be blown open at all."
There was also a hint of gloom in the eyes of the adjutant Turalyon standing next to the marshal. Not only had the war been going badly these days, but also because his courageous confession was rejected categorically by Ms. Alleria Windrunner.
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This made the adjutant knight somewhat uneasy. He rode a war horse with guards beside the marshal. Looking at the tower hidden in the Black Rock Mountain in front of him, he said in a deep voice:
"The siege weapons we have are unable to break the mountain walls around the giant gate. King Magni has promised to send a dwarf steam tank force to support, but to be honest, the dwarves seem to think it is impossible to break through in a short time.
In this fortress, on the other side of the Searing Gorge, the dwarf army led by King Magni has prepared for a long siege."
Lothar's eyes narrowed, and a murderous aura bloomed in him. His fingers rubbed the command knife at his waist. After a moment, the marshal turned to look at the mage commander beside him.
"Mr. Khadgar, if mass teleportation..."
"Theoretically it's possible."
Without the marshal finishing his words, Khadgar understood what Lothar meant. He rubbed his forehead, thinking, and replied:
"After getting the help of the mages of the High Elf Firewing Legion, we can indeed send some soldiers directly into the Black Rock Tower, but there are several problems!"
"First of all, even if all the mages are dispatched together, the teleportation array built can only send a few thousand soldiers into the enemy's interior. Facing the extremely vicious orcs, a few thousand soldiers cannot support the construction of a complete two-way teleportation gate.
Finish."
"Secondly, Your Majesty Marshal, don't forget that there are not only orcs in this Blackstone Tower. The Dark Iron Dwarves have lived here for more than 200 years. The Dark Iron Dwarf troops in Shadowforge City are no less than the dwarf legions in Ironforge. Now
The Dark Iron Dwarves have an ambiguous attitude. Their emperor Thaurissan accepted our gift, but did not agree to join our war. Using the teleportation array to directly break through the defenses of Blackstone Mountain is likely to trigger a backlash from the Dark Iron Dwarves."
The mage's slightly older face showed a worried expression:
"If the Dark Iron dwarves join the orcs, then..."
"No need to say more!"
Lothar's fingers clenched the hilt of the sword at his waist, and he said in a deep voice:
"Mage Khadgar, I ask you to prepare to enter the portal inside Blackrock Tower now. MI7 and Ravenholdt's assassins are ready. I need them to enter Blackrock Tower to burn the orcs' munitions. As for
Dark Iron Dwarves..."
"I don't need to say more about their hatred with the Bronzebeard dwarves of Khaz Modan. Now that Bronzebeard has joined the alliance, Dark Iron cannot become our ally, and there is no need to bother to win over them."
The marshal looked at the majestic Blackstone Tower in front of him, the river of blood flowing from the fall of Stormwind City, King Ryan being assassinated on the throne, the crazy hill battle, everything in the past appeared in front of him like an illusion. In the end, the white-haired man
The old marshal almost gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:
"I have made up my mind! No matter how many casualties we pay! We must! We must completely defeat the orcs here! There is no place for these barbarians in our world!"
The marshal had already issued a combat order, and soon a group of special soldiers wearing leather armor and carrying daggers and daggers gathered around their waists. Under the leadership of the officers, these assassins formed an action team in twos and threes, and were soon notified
They went to get equipment specially designed for this sabotage operation.
It was a huge tent, with a pungent smell of gunpowder coming from inside. A dozen special wooden boxes were stacked in the half-open tent, one third of which had been opened. A female dwarf, only about 1.5 meters tall, was using it.
The unique children's voice yelled to maintain order.
She has pink hair, complicated engineering goggles on her forehead, her big eyes are full of weird light, her small nose and small mouth are very delicately matched. The assassins whispered to each other that this little dwarf smiled.
It must be very cute.
However, the engineer Ella was now a bit vicious. She waved the large wrench in her hand and scolded the assassins who had dirty hands and feet in a sharp voice that was completely inconsistent with her well-behaved appearance.
"This is a special incendiary bomb. If you are not careful, it will burn your clothes and your hands together. Two of them are enough for one person! This thing has a shelf life, and it is useless if you take so many!
Hey! What about you! Idiot, don’t touch those green high explosives with your dirty hands!”
Under the constant teasing of the assassins with dirty jokes, the doll-like engineer Ella resisted the pressure and finally finished distributing the bomb. She wiped the sweat from her face and was about to take a drink of water, but her eyes glanced back.
His face immediately became ugly.
She placed it on the experimental table in the tent, and at least one-third of the trial bombs were taken away by those scum. This made the little dwarf so angry that Ella grabbed the wrench and went to settle the score with the assassins.
But when I walked to the door, I felt a little scared.
The timid character of dwarfs, like their superb wisdom, has already become famous far and wide. Ella repeatedly encouraged herself, but finally left dejectedly. She was a little afraid of those human assassins, although dwarfs also have many famous names.
assassins, and she was very good friends with one or two of them, but Ella was just afraid, for no reason.
But soon, the little dwarf's mood improved inexplicably. She raised her head and looked at the Black Stone Mountain in the distance, a trace of longing flashed in her blue eyes.
"Oh my, old Mr. Lothar will defeat those rude orcs soon, and I will be able to return to Gnomeregan soon! There are still four papers to be written. Alas, it's hard to stay in the army of these big men.
It’s really uncomfortable!”
Just as the little dwarf Ella left, a conversation was taking place in the assassin's tent between the two intelligence agencies, MI7 and Ravenholdt, as well as the assassin organization.
"Mr. Shore, this is the third time that the Duke has recruited you. As far as I know, you are the first person to be looked upon with such special regard by him."
The chatty assassin Thales, who had met Tyrion once before, played with the dagger in his hand, sat on a chair with a very relaxed posture, and said to the young man in front of him:
"MI7 has been destroyed by the orcs. Now you only have two or three kittens left, why bother holding on?"
"If I remember correctly, I rejected him twice!"
Mathias Shore raised his head and looked at the chatty assassin. After a moment, he said softly:
"The reconstruction of MI7 has been completed. On the day Stormwind City is rebuilt, I will also return to my motherland. Please thank the Duke for his kindness on my behalf. If there is nothing else, I will be busy."
This was the expulsion order, but the chatty assassin was not angry at all. He stood up with a smile. When he walked out of the tent, he suddenly turned around and asked:
"The assassins of Ravenholdt came to this troubled water because the reward is high enough. As long as they don't die, they will become rich if they survive. But what about you? Shaw, MI7 are a group of inexperienced novices. This
You will definitely go into battle in person once, and I am very curious, why are you going through life and death for that little king far away in Kul Tiras?"
The chatty assassin Thales bared his teeth:
"If it's for the future, the Assassin's League is definitely more than ten times stronger than your newly built Storm Kingdom. If it's for the honor, the Assassin's League can also provide you with better conditions to become a Master Assassin..."
He glanced at Xiao and lowered his voice:
"Of course, it would be understandable if it was Ms. Pasonia's request. After all, she was a legendary assassin who was active in the same era as the Duke. It is said that Ms. Pasonia evacuated Stormwind City as revenge for the orcs' assassination of King Ryan.
, with the remaining MI7, carried out a vicious assassination attempt on Orgrim and his chiefs, and her dagger almost penetrated..."
"Do you really want to know?"
Shore interrupted the talkative assassin Thales. He looked at the young assassin in front of him. A gentle smile appeared on the corner of the thirty-year-old assassin leader's mouth, like a cat with narrowed eyes.
Whisper:
"You want to know about the stories about MI7, about our unique "beliefs", about our internal secrets, right?"
This rhetorical question made the chatty assassin hesitate for a moment, and finally he nodded, but soon he explained:
"Whether it's Ravenholdt or MI7, since we are walking in the same darkness, I am no different from you. I don't believe that there will be fearless devotees in our profession. We all work for money."
A bunch of people!”
This answer made Xiao frown. He stretched out his hand to prop up his chin and said in a deep voice:
"Your understanding of the world and your profession is too extreme and one-sided. Thales, Mr. Duke seems not to care about what you think at all. This is not good... Well, if this time
If we all survive, you can participate in the next series of MI7 activities."
Shore stretched out a finger and shook it at Thales:
"I believe you have heard enough of those high-sounding words, so I will not answer your questions personally this time, but I welcome you to look at it with your eyes. As you said, Thales, MI7 has just been reestablished.
The Kingdom of Stormwind, which is in dire straits and is in need of prosperity, is in great need of talents like you!"
"The premise is that you learn to control your mouth and stay in the shadows more often. You are a little too eye-catching now. The most important thing is that you seem to enjoy this kind of attention."
"The door to the Seventh Place is always open for you!"
After saying these polite words, Shore smiled at Thales. The smile was gentle but not intimate. He continued to work on the information piled on the table. Thales did not disturb him. He quietly
The sound disappeared in Shore's tent.
Mathias Shore, who has taken over MI7 for almost three years, did not expect that these words would impress Thales. Although the chatty assassin is only a rookie in this industry, he has already accomplished a lot in the three years he has been in the industry.
It is said that the Duke of Ravenholdt Manor values things that even experienced players cannot do.
But Shore felt that Thales was actually very confused. This talented assassin was like a baby bird falling into the darkness. He didn't know where to fly in the future. At least, Shore left a choice for Thales.
For a truly outstanding assassin, you can never have too many choices like this.
An hour later, Shore took out his pocket watch and checked the time. He stood up and touched his fingers on his waist. Two dim lights flashed in his palms. The cat who always squinted his eyes lost his disguise. At this moment,
, the assassin leader left his beloved shadow, and he stood in the sun like a sharp sword out of its sheath.
Facing the orcs' attack on the city, the helplessness when the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, the pain when fleeing hastily north, the loneliness of accumulating strength in the midst of contempt, the heartbeat and rejection when facing Ravenholdt's recruitment, until today... sharp blade,
