In the Royal City of Lordaeron, many workers were busy lighting huge torches in the city square late at night.
It is said that the king and His Majesty Faao have invited a prophet from another world. He may arrive in Lordaeron in a few days. As the most powerful and well-deserved leader in the alliance, for such a heavyweight guest
When you come to visit, you must prepare a corresponding reception ceremony.
And these workers are all sincere believers of the Holy Light. At the invitation of the church, they are working tirelessly to repair the square and prepare for the reception ceremony. For the royal city that has just recovered from the war, this time it is also a great time to receive guests.
An important opportunity to improve the image of Lordaeron.
Kings promote their authority not only by launching wars, but the image of the country is also very important. It is said that King Terenas will also take the opportunity of this meeting to restart the deadlocked alliance countries to start communicating with each other.
Communicate, but frankly, it's hard to do.
Without the oppression of war brought by the orcs, the alliance countries have gone further and further on their own paths, hoping to become a united whole again unless they encounter another threat like the orcs.
No one expected that kind of threat to come, so it was difficult for the Alliance to regain the close unity it had when fighting the orcs. A glorious era had come to an end.
In the Tirisfal region where Lordaeron is located, in the inaccessible northeast, there is a heavily defended prisoner of war camp used to detain captured dangerous orcs. The most elite knights of the Kingdom of Lordaeron guard here.
, and the fiefdom of the great lord Alexandro Mograine is in this area. As long as the alarm is received, the Paladins can rush out of the monastery in less than 10 minutes and surround all prisoners trying to escape.
In the prisoner-of-war camp, there are also battle mages from Dalaran who are constantly monitoring the prisoner-of-war camp.
Such a tight defense is necessary, because here is a character that the kings are very interested in... Orgrim Doomhammer, the second warchief of the Orc tribe, who almost extinguished the fire of the Alliance's civilization.
Dangerous Orcs.
His rampage on the battlefield brought an unimaginable shadow to the Alliance. Even now, 4 years after the end of the war, Orgrim's name is still used by housewives in some remote areas to scare unruly children.
"Everything is fine!"
In the middle of the night without a trace of starlight, the knights holding torches completed a handover of sentries. The most elite knights guarded here day and night, guarding the defeated Orgrim. For these knights, they are a team in themselves.
kind of glory.
They defeated the orc army in the Burning Plains, and these knights were willing to spend the rest of their lives here, just hoping that the dangerous guy would no longer harm mankind.
This is a noble sacrifice.
But just when the darkness of the prisoner-of-war camp was illuminated by swaying torches, making it look even darker, three shadows quietly passed through the surrounding night. In the endless surging dim light, they were wearing red armor and holding sharp knives.
The top assassins in this round did not even make a sound.
After embracing the desire for blood, the darkness favored them even more, as if it were a part of their bodies.
Judging from the unparalleled stealth and concealment skills they have displayed, it is simply impossible to discover them by relying on human knights.
"Kacha"
After an inaudible crisp sound, the magic lock hanging on the heavy iron door was easily pried open. The warning runes engraved on it were wrapped in dark power, preventing it from sounding an alarm. When the sentry guard
After the four knights were silently knocked down by the power of darkness that surged from behind, the heavy door was also pushed open a gap.
The next moment, three shadows appeared inside the dark cage, without alerting the Ravenholdt assassins who were hiding in the darkness and responsible for guarding the prisoners. On the contrary, these three figures were like the most terrifying shadows in the darkness, quietly coming.
Silently, they appeared behind the human assassins who were also in stealth mode. Without a sound, the emerald green dagger coated with poison accurately penetrated the backs of the necks of those human stalkers from behind.
One after another, cruel and precise, with the smell of blood getting stronger and stronger, it finally ended with a scream that was covered in the mouth, and the victory of the Blood Watcher.
20 of Ravenholdt's best assassins hired by the Kingdom of Lordaeron, including two master-level assassins, could not survive even a minute under the ravages of three blood monsters.
The Watchers who had solved the last trouble appeared in the darkness. They wore bright red Watcher armor and talked to each other using the unique spiritual link of the undead. This was a very difficult infiltration for human assassins, but for these Dark Beloved ones
It seems very relaxed.
While searching for the target, they chatted in each other's minds with girlish chirping voices.
"The proud Cordana encountered trouble in Stormwind City. It is said that Lady Maiev is hunting her down with our former companions. Cordana had a hard time escaping."
A shorter watcher poked her head and looked in the dark cage. They were a group of weak green-skinned orcs, not the target they were looking for. She turned back and walked towards another cage, saying something mean.
arrive:
"She deserves to suffer this kind of misfortune. She is usually too high-profile. This is not in line with our code of conduct!"
"Okay, my lovely Marais, don't be so harsh, Cordana is also our companion, not to mention, that is Ms. Maiev, Cordana has proved her strength by escaping from her hands.
"
Another slender and tall watcher girl walked quietly towards the depths of the cage. She said gently:
"Isn't Ms. Nasa already setting off from Draenor? It is said that this time she is also bringing one of our new companions. It is said that that companion has completed the Shadow Trial, and it took even less time than Ms. Maiev!
"
"Well, that doesn't sound possible."
The Blood Watcher who was guarding the door shook her head. She curled up in the shadow, and the shadow embraced her like open arms. Hiding in the warm darkness made her feel very comfortable. She was lazy.
Asked:
"My little Milana, where did you hear this nonsense joke? How could anyone be more favored by darkness than Ms. Maiev? Even after we are strengthened by blood, I can't bear to think of facing Ms. Maiev directly.
, my whole body will tremble with fear..."
"It's true, Anaya, I didn't lie to you!"
The blood watcher named Mirana walked into the depths of the cage. While inspecting the cage, she answered in her mind:
"I saw it from Buddy's greedy goblin's diary. You know, he likes to record important information in his diary, and he is directly managed by Tyrion, so sometimes he is better than us.
We know more, and according to the goblin, the new watcher is also the wife of that bastard Tyrion. It is said that she is a high elf and comes from the Windrunner family."
"Oh? The Windrunner family? Is that the ranger family that already served as ranger general when Queen Azshara was in power?"
The short watchman Marais Phantom exclaimed:
"Those are ancient nobles who have been passed down to this day. Their blood flows with the power of the Well of Eternity. If that's true, maybe... maybe it's really possible, but to be honest, I still don't believe she can match Maiev.
Madam, you and I both know how powerful a lady is."
Mirana Starlight, the tall blood warden, shrugged her shoulders and did not comment on her companion's statement. She walked out of the dark corner and hid the trembling guard in the corner, trying to send a distress signal.
He fell to the ground, took off a bunch of keys from his waist, and continued:
"And according to what I saw in Buddy's diary, it is said that the abominable Tyrion also plans to absorb some talented high elves, and let the Windrunner and Ms. Nasa reorganize the Blood Watcher, so as to reconcile
The confrontation between Ms. Maiev and our former companions, although the thought of killing our past companions is somewhat depressing, but...but the thought of drinking their blood makes me...I become completely excited.
.”
The watcher's gentle voice was mixed with a hint of morbid longing, and she murmured like a dream:
"The sweet, natural blood is like the most beautiful wine. I can't wait any longer!"
"That's enough! Mirana!"
Anaya Duolin, the watchman at the door and the commander of this operation, scolded in his heart with a hoarse voice:
"You have been immersed in the illusion of blood for too long! If you continue like this, you will destroy yourself! Don't forget Ms. Nasa's advice. If you let her down... you won't want to experience the ending.
of."
"Tsk, boring!"
Mirana snorted impatiently and walked to the deepest part of the cage. The next moment, she saw the orc sitting cross-legged inside the iron bars in the darkness of the cage. It was a tall orc with brown skin.
He looked very decadent, and his mind had been broken by being imprisoned.
"Aha, I found this orc! Sisters, prepare to retreat!"
"Bang"
The bloody knife wheel waved in the darkness, and the cage that imprisoned Orgrim was easily chopped open with sparks flying. This huge shock made Orgrim, who was resting with his eyes closed, jump suddenly, although his body
His weakness made his movements a little slow, but from that sharp gaze, where could you see a trace of decadence?
"Bang"
A heavy object was thrown at Orgrim's feet. The orc chief lowered his head and saw his own warhammer at his feet, the ancient Doomhammer engraved with the Frostwolf emblem, and a set of keys to open the lock.
.
Other than that, there was nothing in the darkness.
Orgrim did not immediately go to get the weapons and keys on the ground. On the contrary, he looked at the darkness around him vigilantly. Unfortunately, as a warrior, it was difficult for him to find traces of the top stalker. After repeatedly confirming that the guards were not alerted,
Afterwards, the orc chief moved his shoulders, picked up the warhammer from the ground, and put the key in his arms.
He walked out of the cage softly, groping and dragging the stunned jailer into the darkness. Amidst the sounds of broken armor, the orc chief who barely put on human armor walked out of the cage.
He was holding a bag of dried meat, chewing it to regain his strength, and making gestures with the alarmed orc prisoners in the dark.
A few minutes later, under the leadership of Orgrim, the door of the destroyed prison cell in the prisoner of war camp was suddenly pushed open. The noisy war tore through the darkness shrouded on the earth. With the chaos, more and more people
The orcs were released, and the entire prisoner-of-war camp fell into crazy chaos, and the mages responsible for monitoring the prisoner-of-war camp had been slaughtered with swords by the evacuating guards.
No one was disturbed, leaving only a few horrific corpses that had been drained of blood.
The rebellion this night was so shocking. Ten minutes later, when the heavily armed Paladins led by Alessandro Mograine broke into the prisoner of war camp, Orgrim wearing human armor
Already riding on a stolen war horse, he was running alone in the dark towards the Alterac Mountains.
With the help of some unknown forces, Orgrim successfully escaped from prison, but this was just the beginning. The warchief urgently needed to understand the current situation before deciding what actions to take, but no matter what, he had already obtained
What I desire most...freedom!
At the same time, on the way from the once again closed Dark Portal to the Deadwind Pass, Tyrion received the reward of a successful action. He turned back to the human mage behind him who was riding a skeleton horse with a calm expression and said:
"My dear Khadgar, you see, history is always like this. Sometimes a pair of hands is needed to push. I am also curious whether Orgrim will make the same choice as before."
The human mage wearing a purple robe opened his eyes, with a cold and calm light dancing in his eyes. He looked at the entrance of the headwind path wrapped in fog in the distance, and said in a low, hoarse, emotionless voice:
