19. The Battle of Ironforge. The Mountain of Sorrows (Part 1)
"The armies of humans and elves are withdrawing towards the south gate post, and the undead are chasing them."
Before the gryphon could stop, Kurdran Wildhammer, who commanded all the gryphon knights of Wildhammer and Bronzebeard, jumped off the gryphon's saddle and ran quickly to King Magni Bronzebeard.
Say it loudly to him:
"I sent gryphon knights to guide them, but Ironforge, what happened to Ironforge?"
"It's bad."
King Magni had long since lost the ambition he had when he set out. At this time, the dwarf town of Karanos was already crowded with dwarf refugees who had escaped from Ironforge. They gathered in silence under the supervision of soldiers.
At the same time, some women were still immersed in the previous disasters, holding their children or husbands and crying. As long as the king turned around, he could see the chaotic situation outside the town, which made him even more worried about the situation in Ironforge.
"The despicable undead dug tunnels and rushed into Ironforge from underground. Almost all the generals in the military area died in the sudden attack. I will immediately lead the steam tank troops back to Ironforge."
King Bronzebeard gritted his teeth and said:
"I will not give up Bronzebeard's city to those despicable undead!"
"But what to do with these people? The undead are rushing towards Karanos, and by leaving them here you are leaving them to die."
Although Kurdran is not a member of the Bronzebeard dwarves, the relationship between the Wildhammer clan and the Bronzebeard clan has eased a lot in recent years. He looked at Magni's face and lowered his voice:
"Moreover, your sudden retreat on the battlefield caused heavy losses to humans and elves. The Human Empire and Quel'Thalas will not give up. Even if you take back Ironforge, the trouble has only just begun."
"Trouble? No matter how big the trouble is, it's not as important as Ironforge!"
Magni Bronzebeard said angrily, turned around and jumped onto the ram-carved steam tank behind him. Under his command, the entire tank unit began roaring forward again, and when leaving,
The king looked at Kurdran beside him and said to this distant relative of the Wildhammer:
"I will temporarily hand over the command of the mountain rangers to you, Kurdran. Help me escort the people here to Anvilmar Castle in the Coldridge Valley. There is only one mountain road in and out. If you haven't heard it tomorrow,
When we hear the news that Ironforge has been recaptured, just... blow it up!"
"You are the king! Magni, don't get carried away."
Kurdran saw King Magni furious. The news that Ironforge had been breached seemed to have made the king lose his mind. He hurriedly grabbed the king's arm and loudly persuaded:
"These people will only listen to you and let your generals lead people to regain Ironforge. You have to take them to seek refuge! And Muradin, your brother still doesn't know whether he is alive or dead! Are you going to give up on him just like that?
"
"You don't understand!"
Magni shook off Kurdran's hand. His eyes were red. A moment later, on the top of the steam tank that roared forward, the king said faintly:
"My daughter and my unborn grandson are still in Ironforge...Do you want me to give them up?"
"this..."
When Kurdran heard this, he didn't know how to persuade the king in front of him. He had heard before that the relationship between King Magni and Princess Moira was not good, but now it seems that this is just a rumor.
, the father in front of him loved his daughter very much. Even after his daughter made the bad decision of running away from home, the heartbroken old father still would not give up on her just like that.
"Do me a favor, Kurdran, help me find Muradin, find my brother!"
King Magni grabbed his warhammer, opened the vertical ladder inside the steam tank, and stuffed something into the hands of the Wildhammer knight in front of him. It was a special necklace, very simple. When Kurdran held it
When he held it in his hand, he could even feel the pulse from the earth from the necklace in his hand.
"Give this thing to him. If I can't come back, he will be the next Bronzebeard King!"
Kurdran Wildhammer is a typical dwarf, with the fiery temper of dwarves and sometimes delicate emotions. He knew that this was Magni Bronzebeard's entrustment. After hesitating for a moment, he clicked
Nodding, he carefully placed the necklace in the leather bag around his waist. He looked at the Bronzebeard King who had completely made up his mind before him. He took a deep breath and whispered:
"If you have any other wishes, Magni, tell them!"
The King of Ironforge looked back at the city on the mountainside of the snow-capped mountains in the distance. He took a deep breath and stroked the crown on his head:
"I have another unspeakable request. If...if Khaz Modan finally falls, I hope, I hope my people can find a new home in the Eagle's Nest Mountain. Tell Falstad for me, although we have
The two clans have had their bad blood, but now...I am willing to give everything Bronzebeard has in exchange for Bronzebeard's continued existence."
"For the sake of the mountain king's bloodline, help us!"
"good!"
Kurdran nodded fiercely: "I will definitely find Muradin, don't worry, Your Majesty Magni... Wildhammer, Wildhammer welcomes the former brother, and... come back alive! You must come back alive!"
"I will!"
Magni Bronzebeard waved towards Kurdran, and then jumped into his steam tank. The next moment, the mighty tank army rushed towards Ironforge at the fastest speed.
In the past, black smoke shot straight into the sky, representing the unyielding will of the dwarf king.
After he left, amidst the roar of Kurdran who took over control of the place, the mountain rangers took action quickly. Soon, a giant migration team composed of goat carts set off from Karanos to
The last stronghold of the Bronzebeard dwarves in Khaz Modan, and the first city of the dwarf civilization, is Anvilmar Fortress, located in the deepest part of Coldridge Valley.
It was the last refuge of the dwarves.
"Chief! Chief, this is a battle report sent from the wetlands and Thelsama! It must be submitted to King Magni immediately!"
A griffin knight braved the cold wind and descended from the sky. He opened his green goggles and handed two letters to Kurdran. The latter opened the letters and only glanced at them, as if he had been hit hard.
The punch hit his heart, his face turned pale, and he sat down on the ground in despair.
The letter paper was fluttering and scattered on the ground, and the blood-red text was so shocking.
"It's over."
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"Dwarves are really good at fighting."
Death Lord Serent stood on the slopes of Gray Claw Mountain, looking at the distance beyond the town of Thelsama. The undead that besieged the town were mercilessly knocked to the ground by the brave dwarf warriors. Those wearing iron armor
The short men were like warriors who never stopped, and the undead rushed towards their position in waves, but they were knocked to the ground by these guys who were dressed like iron cans.
At this moment, Serent Firewing had an intuitive understanding of the combat effectiveness of the dwarves. These short men were very troublesome, especially when they were full of anger. They were simply more difficult to deal with than the orcs.
But Serente had no intention of stepping forward to help. He just watched calmly as the lower-level knights commanded the awakened zombies to come forward to die. The endless undead surrounded Thelsama from all directions, except for the flying griffons.
Apart from the knights, the dwarves who lacked heavy weapons such as steam tanks would not be able to break out at all.
After receiving the order, he and the undead warband commanded by Saurfang easily defeated the dwarf army guarding the border between the Desolate Land and Thelsama, and then advanced all the way to the green clusters of Thelsama.
In front of the dwarf fortress between the mountains, it stopped here strangely, surrounding the dwarf town, as if waiting for the next order.
"Sometimes I can't help but think about what weird strategies our Majesty has in his mind."
Serent complained to the silent orc death lord beside him:
"Just like this town in front of us, we only need 3,000 high-level knights to charge in a wave, but we cannot do this...because His Majesty does not allow it."
"Every high-level knight is precious."
Saurfang, the death lord who cherished words like gold, looked at the besieged dwarf city under the sunset, and he whispered:
"They should not be wasted in fighting with civilians. Tyrion is just making reasonable use of the emotions of the living to besiege them. When despair breaks through their defenses, they will take the initiative to surrender... Time does not stand in the living world.
In terms of people, this is our advantage."
"Shua"
An arakkoa messenger flapped his wings and landed next to the Death Lord. He handed a letter to Serent, then flapped his wings and took off again. In just a few seconds, his black figure disappeared into the sky, and
Serent opened the letter, took a look at it, and handed it to Saurfang beside him:
"As your Majesty expected, the defeated armies of humans and elves retreated towards Dun Morogh's South Gate Post. They will pass through the South Gate Post and go straight to the Valley of the Kings. If they are not stopped, they will appear in the Valley of the Kings in up to 4 hours.
We have a battlefield before us, but that's your trouble, not mine."
"They won't be a problem soon."
Saurfang read the letter, and cold energy burst out from the palm of his hand, tearing the letter into pieces. He got on his horse, and under the hillside behind him, 500 high-level knights and 1,500 lower-level knights were ready.
Like a silent war statue, it can rush out at any time and tear the enemy to pieces.
"The terrain of the Valley of the Kings is very suitable for an ambush. I hope the defeated troops will not be too surprised when they see you..."
Serent whistled and shouted to Saurfang, who turned and walked down the hillside:
"Would you let them off on purpose?"
This question made Saurfang turn around. His blue eyes were full of doubts. He looked at his companion and asked:
"Why did I do that?"
Serent shrugged:
"I don't know, maybe it's fun? Think about it, they finally escaped from your hands and fled all the way towards the Ogaz post in the wetland. They thought they could escape, but what was waiting for them in the wetland?
Woolen cloth?"
Lord Death seemed to have thought of a wonderful irony. He hugged his belly and laughed:
"It's that lunatic Luminas... She has probably burned down Menethil Port and marched towards Orgaz Post, but to be honest..."
Serent's expression became serious again, he narrowed his eyes and said:
"If those humans and elves can really get through the double obstacles of you and Luminas and escape back to the Arathi Highlands, it will prove that they are worthy of living. At that time, I think you can really let go
They jumped, oh, no... I forgot again, the one guarding the wetland is Luminas, that crazy woman can't miss any opportunity to kill... So they are dead, right?"
Seeing Serent's expression changing like a face and his clumsy jokes, Saurfang shook his head and said in a hollow voice:
"You should go find Khadgar and let him see if your mind is still sane...because to me, you just look like an incoherent madman."
"Hey, man! That's mean!"
Serent made a rude gesture to Saurfang, who was riding away on his war horse, and then watched the orc death lord rush toward the Valley of the Kings with his fully armed knights. He picked up the war horse with some disappointment.
The black war bow beside him, the next moment, the death lord's arms spread out, and the whole person seemed to have returned to his days as a ranger.
"collapse"
The low hum of the bowstring broke the calm of the battlefield, and the whistling bone arrows pierced the eyes of the dwarf who was caught off guard on the battlefield. As his blood spattered, a second bone arrow sneaked in silently, killing the man who was transporting ammunition behind him.
The dwarf's neck was torn open, and then the third bone arrow pierced the ammunition box that fell to the ground. Amid the flashes of undead runes, dazzling flames shot up into the sky.
A moment later, the undead poured into the outskirts of the town crazily along the gap opened in the line. Seeing the dwarf soldiers desperately trying to fight back, Serent, who looked calm, put down the bow in his hand, yawned and leaned on
On his own horse, in his narrowed moon-shaped eyes, a strange cold light flashed away.
"I'm not crazy...just..."
"Every one of us is just a disgusting monster now."
