Two hours later, at the scheduled evacuation site, three death knights were waiting in the dense forest. In the shadows in front of them, groups of orcs walked out of the forest, led by Hellscream, who was covered in blood, and Lai.
Compared with that time, there were fully one-third fewer orcs coming back.
"asshole!"
Grom Hellscream was like an enraged beast. He roared and rushed towards the death knight in front of him, waving his huge fists and his eyes full of anger:
"Where is your support? You bastards!"
"Bang"
The fist that was thrown at him was held by Grokush with one hand. The equally tall death knight looked at the angry chief indifferently. This malicious act of resistance made all the orcs pull out their weapons in unison.
Behind Lokush, the two death knights hesitated for a moment, then drew their weapons and stood behind Grokush.
In this dark forest, the atmosphere was extremely stagnant, and the battle between the two sides seemed to be about to break out.
"Response? What response?"
Grokush stared at Grom in front of him and said word by word:
"Did you tell me that I wanted to help you? Do you think I am your subordinate? Grommash..."
"I lost a third of my best warriors!"
Grom roared: "If there is a response, they will not die!"
"I also lost many warriors!"
Grokush said calmly:
"In terms of losses, I am not less than you! And I hope you understand one thing, Grommash, I summoned the black dragon to help you. Otherwise, you will rely on the orcs you brought. Even if they are all dead, you will not be able to enter."
Dalaran!"
"This is a covert operation. Your people couldn't hold back their desire to kill, which led to the mage's counterattack... This is all your fault!"
These words made the dark red light in Grom's eyes start to beat again, but the moment his fingers touched the battle ax, the death knight threw over a box the size of a human head.
"This is what you want. Even with the interference of trash like you, we have achieved our goal."
Grom opened the box, and a white crystal surrounded by the light of violet runes lay quietly on the velvet backing. Even an orc warrior who knew nothing about magic could feel the magic power of this thing.
"Pa"
The box was re-closed, and Grom handed it to the orc behind him. In front of his eyes, Grokush crushed a scale-like thing. A moment later, a dozen behemoths flapped their wings and landed in the forest.
.
It was those black dragons that attacked Dalaran.
"Buzz"
The huge black dragon headed by it turned into a human lady wearing a black dress in the flash of magic. She was tall and had a cold face, like an iceberg.
She crossed her arms and looked at the death knights and orcs in front of her like they were looking at garbage. She said in a hoarse voice with unique charm:
"Father asked us to send you to the south. Those lowly mages are hunting down you. I think it's time for us to set off."
The pure orcish language moved everyone, but the unquestionable tone made Grokush and Grom frown at the same time. However, both sides knew what was truly important, so after a few minutes,
In the cold night, the huge black dragons carried all the orcs, heading towards the southern border of the mainland in the roaring wind.
Sitting cross-legged on the broad back of the black dragon, Grom's black hair was blown up. He looked indifferently at the death knight behind the dragon in front of him. Behind him, a tall orc whispered:
"Chief, do you want to find an opportunity to teach these arrogant corpses a lesson?"
"No."
Grom shook his head: "Not now."
"Just because they are allies?"
The orc behind him snorted with disdain: "These corpses are so annoying."
"ally?"
Grom narrowed his eyes:
"They have never been allies. There is no doubt that these corpses are carrying out some conspiracy. They deceived Ner'zhul and probably coerced him. I noticed Ner'zhul's cowardice... He is the same as Blackhand.
Worth relying on.”
"Faced with everything bad in Draenor, the Warchief has no choice but to do it, and so do we."
The orc's voice behind Grom deepened:
"We can't stay there and wait to die."
"There's no way to go...sort of."
Chief Warsong moved his fingers, motioned for the orc behind him to sit next to him, and then asked in a low voice:
"Nazgorin, you are also a veteran. Although you are not a member of the Warsong Clan, I trust you as much as I trust my own brothers. Tell me, what do you think of this world? Compared with our former home."
The old orc named Nazgrin hesitated and said softly:
"This is a very dynamic world, but those human mages... are not easy to deal with."
Regarding Nazgorin's answer, Grom was noncommittal. He was silent for a few seconds and then said:
"Your son and mine are waiting for news of our victory in Draenor, but the appearance of these weird death knights makes me really afraid to fully trust Ner'zhul, and we urgently need someone who can feed us.
Our new world..."
At this point, Grom and old Nazgorin exchanged their glances, and the two fell silent at the same time. After a moment, Nazgorin whispered:
"When I go back, I will pick up Garrosh, little Nazgrin, the tribesmen and the children as quickly as possible!"
"good!"
On the other side, the disaster that occurred in Dalaran quickly reached the ears of the Alliance. Terenas Menethil was awakened from his sleep, and with a hint of excitement, he heard about Dalaran.
The old king's last trace of weariness was dispelled by this encounter.
"The Dark Portal reopens, first to Alterac City, and then to Dalaran. Are the orcs going to start a war again?"
The old king rubbed his forehead tiredly, his wise eyes full of heaviness. After a moment, facing his royal spy, he said softly:
"Convene the King's Council immediately and block the news! Don't let the people panic!"
"Yes! Your Majesty, the disaster in Alterac City is not bad, but it is difficult to completely block the news of the attack on Dalaran. The city of mage is too close to Lordaeron."
The spy replied:
"We have organized a shelter for refugees fleeing Dalaran outside the city of Lordaeron. It is difficult to hide this from the eyes of the people."
The old king's fingers were beating on the edge of the throne. He was a wise king and would never ask his subordinates to do impossible things. Therefore, the old king had a high reputation in the country. He also knew that what the spy said was true.
, but the war has just ended less than three months ago. Once the news of the orcs' attack spreads, the newly stabilized social order will inevitably be challenged again.
"Then tell the citizens through official channels that the mages of Dalaran attracted black dragons when conducting magic experiments. The disaster in Dalaran was caused by black dragons. I will communicate this with Dalaran.
Don’t mention things about orcs, do you understand?”
"As you command, Your Majesty!"
Just as the spy left in a hurry, the king's captain of the guard came to King Terenas fully armed and whispered in his ear:
"Your Majesty, Lord Presto of Alterac is seeking an audience. His men captured the orc invaders and found out the secret of the orc invasion."
"Um?"
A glint flashed in the old king's eyes, and he said in a deep voice:
"Finally we have good news, please come in Mr. Presto."
At the same time, in the southern part of the continent, a new city was being built on the site of Stormwind City, which was destroyed by the orcs. After His Majesty Varian Wrynn returned to the Kingdom of Stormwind with the immigrants, the most famous local architects were
Gathered together with the ancient organization the Brotherhood of Stonemasons, they accepted the royal family's invitation and participated in the work of rebuilding Stormwind City.
During the reconstruction of the city, His Majesty Varian and the officials of the Kingdom of Stormwind stayed in the restored North County to work. There is a famous monastery here, which is one of the holy places of the Holy Light Church.
And now, in this monastery, the 17-year-old king is sitting in the secret room, listening to the battle report on the front line with Marshal Windsor of the Kingdom of Stormwind.
Mathias Shore, the leader of MI7, pointed to the strategic map behind him and said to his king:
"Based on the reports from the agents, we can now confirm that there are more than 30,000 orcs gathered in the Cursed Land, and this number is still increasing. The blood-ringed orcs entrenched in Stranglethorn Valley, the defeated troops of the last war, seem to have
Join the orc tribe that invaded this time."
After Varian listened to Shore's report, he frowned and asked:
"Master Shaw, you mean that the orcs who invaded this time are not the same group as the orcs in the last war?"
"Yes, I'm sure of that!"
Shore snapped his fingers, and several agents wearing black leather armor walked into the secret room with some things. The master assassin unfolded the flags and placed them in front of the king and marshal:
"This is the flag captured by the agents. The War Song, Thunder King and Shattered Hand clan almost never appeared in the last war. And according to the descriptions of the frontline soldiers, the war chief's flag is also a clan we have never seen before. It is not
The original Blackstone Clan, and among the orcs that invaded this time, there were many brown-skinned orcs, not all green-skinned."
"kindness."
Varian nodded, then looked at Marshal Windsor, who was frowning next to him, and asked in a low voice:
"Mr. Marshal, how many more soldiers can we muster? Thirty thousand orcs are a huge threat, and we cannot give up on our citizens again."
"The farms in the Western Wilderness have been almost ruined. The army is short of food and the people need to recuperate. With all due respect, Your Majesty, now is not a good time to start a war."
The marshal thought for several minutes before replying: "The only troops that can still be mobilized are the troops on the front line of Redridge Mountain and the Night's Watch in Dusk Forest, totaling 10,000 people."
"10,000 people? That's too few."
Varian is still underage, but this does not prevent him from understanding a lot of battlefield knowledge. When he was in Lordaeron, he read every frontline battle report completely. He knew very well that facing 30,000 orcs, at least
It takes 50,000 to 70,000 soldiers to resist head-on.
"With all due respect, Your Majesty."
Just as Varian was thinking about the strategy, the silent master assassin interrupted his thinking. Shore coughed lightly and said:
"According to MI7's analysis, we most likely do not need to prepare for war."
"kindness?"
Varian's eyes widened, and the Marshal also looked at the Master Assassin in confusion. The latter showed a silent smile and lowered his voice:
"There are less than 3,000 defenders in Watch Castle. Even if you include the Paladins from Northern Xinjiang and His Majesty Dai Lin's fleet, there will not be more than 10,000 people. But even with these 10,000 people, the orcs have not been able to cross the Curse.
The land and the Swamp of Sorrows, this is an abnormal war. Your Majesty, 10,000 soldiers cannot stop the orcs at all... But now they are stuck in the cursed land. Although the battle seems fierce, in fact, the orc camp has no attack at all.
Traces of previous movement!”
A trace of pain suddenly flashed across Xiao's cheek... Here it comes again, the headache that has been erupting from time to time since returning from the battlefield in the Burning Plains. In severe cases, he may even lose control of his body. Xiao Er didn't know this.
Where does this kind of pain come from, but as an excellent assassin, enduring pain is his basic skill.
His fists were clenched tightly, and after a few seconds, he said in a hoarse voice:
"It can be seen that... the orcs have no intention of a full-scale invasion... They, they are probably attracting our attention. Don't forget, those orcs who flew through the airspace a few days ago may be carrying out some secret missions.
.”
"Master Xiaoer, your injury..."
Varian showed a concerned look. He stretched out his hand to help Shaw, but the latter refused. The master assassin stood up straight, his face a little pale, and he said softly:
"It's not a problem, it just stings occasionally. Let's talk about it..."
"Chief, we have important information!"
The agent standing at the door interrupted Shore's description loudly. The latter hooked his fingers. The agent quickly stepped forward and placed two completely different reports on the table. After saluting the king and the marshal,
Stride away.
As the host of the meeting, Shore opened the two battle reports and only glanced at them, his face lit up with joy.
"Your Majesty, Marshal! Our suspicion has come true!"
"Dalaran sent a message. King Terenas convened the King's Council and informed the orc secrets discovered by Lord Presto, the great nobleman of Alterac. The orcs had robbed two things from Alterac and Dalaran.
Items with great power, this is the goal of the orcs, they have no intention of a full-scale invasion."
Shore handed the battle report in his hand to the king, then picked up the second copy, waved it in his hand, and said with a relaxed expression:
"Then there was a report from the agents at the Fortress on the front line...the orcs began to retreat on a large scale!"
