20. The Battle of Ironforge. The Mountain of Sorrows (Part 2)
Wetlands are a disgusting place.
This place is filled with disgusting muddy swamps, exuding a disgusting smell. On the edges of those swamps, there will be some ugly and evil creatures hidden, such as fish-men who like to gather in groups, and have inferior wisdom.
I also like jackals for a change, and among the swamps, there are local "specialties" that can't be missed.
Giant crocodiles with six legs... Believe me, not only are they uglier and bigger than their cousins from another world, anyone who has tasted their stunt "death roll" will never forget the experience...
The premise is that he can survive.
In the travel diary of the famous traveler, explorer, and archaeologist Brian Bronzebeard, he mercilessly described the wetlands as worthless and simply a hell on earth. The famous dwarf hunter was worshiped by countless hunters.
His idol Hemet Nesingwari's comments about wetlands are at the other extreme. He claimed that any hunter who can survive alone in the wetlands for more than a month is the best hunter in the world.
In short, this is a disgusting place that everyone hates. Even 6 years ago, when the orcs who invaded the human world were at their strongest, those green-skinned bastards were not willing to stay in the wetland for a long time. Most of them lived in Grim Batol.
, that is also the only place in the wetland where the environment is barely better.
But it was also at that time that the dwarf guerrillas who fought tenaciously against the orcs here also left many war legends, and most of these legends were left in the form of inscriptions between Menethil Port and the town of Dunmod.
In order to let more people experience the cruelty of war and the beauty of peace.
The wetland is the sphere of influence of the dwarves, and it is also the only area close to the sea among the areas controlled by the dwarves. Even if the dwarves are unwilling, driven by the desire to make money, they still spend a lot of manpower and material resources on the edge of the wetland.
A port city was built. After the victory in the Second War, it was named Port Menethil to commemorate the fighting friendship between dwarves and humans in the Second War.
On the same day that the Khaz Modan War broke out, late in the evening, a strange fleet appeared on the calm sea outside Menethil Harbor.
There are about 20 large ships, but there may be more. It is difficult for the harbor guards to judge the number of ships, because those large ships are surrounded by strange floating fog. When the sea breeze occasionally blows away the fog, the harbor guards
We could just barely see the flag flashing away in the mist.
A strange, cold, blood-colored broken blade flag exuding an ominous aura.
For people who have been dealing with the sea all year round, superstition is almost synonymous with them, so ten minutes after the appearance of the Mist Fleet, the news of the "ghost ship's attack" spread throughout Menethil Port, and all those who could still move
Weapons were distributed to everyone, and the cannons in the port were also aimed at the fleet on the sea, preparing to fight these strange enemies.
The Port of Menethil, which was rebuilt after the war, is an absolutely majestic city with astonishing defensive capabilities, and the latest dwarf artillery also gave the defenders here enough confidence.
"Pooh!"
Standing on the bow of the largest ghost ship "Crimson Sword", the Death Lord spat roughly into the sea. She looked at the fog-shrouded sea in front of her with disgust. Her long fiery red hair was also because of
It shriveled up due to the humid environment, which made the lord who paid great attention to appearance extremely dissatisfied.
To be honest, she was full of resistance to this mission. She was filled with anger and needed to find some unlucky people to vent her anger to. The white port city in front of her looked quite suitable.
"Da, da, da"
The sharp and unique steel boots stepped on the wet deck, making the originally crisp collision sound deeper. Seeing the death lord wearing a red captain's hat and missing a bright red feather striding down.
At the command podium, the surrounding undead immediately stood up and hid aside respectfully.
Luminas put her hands on her hips and looked at the dark red bone dragon that had been wiped clean on the deck with her own eyes. She showed a satisfied smile:
"You idiots are still barely useful... Look at my lovely "Queen", this is her first conquest with me, she will definitely become a legend of the Dark Blade, just like me."
The Death Lord reached out and took the black rune sword from the hands of the high-ranking knight. As she turned her wrist, dark red lightning flashes danced on the blade. She walked to the skeletal dragon decorated with jewelry and a gold crown headdress.
Next to her, she stepped on the stairs made of dead bones and sat on a comfortable saddle. A trace of evil energy flashed in her dark red eyes.
"His Majesty Tyrion assigned most of the rideable bone dragons to us... This represents his trust in the Hellfire Chapter. Boys, we are the only war group that has ever faced off against demons.
, it’s time for the newcomers to see how the elites of Dark Blade fight...Follow me, destroy that city from the sky! Let the flames burn..."
"The wetlands are ours!"
"Ouch, ouch, ouch"
The dark red bone dragon "Queen" let out a low and hollow roar. She was the first to carry Luminas out of the fog. The Death Lord's fiery red hair was blown by the sea breeze, and in the fog behind her
, more than 30 skull dragons carried their knights into the sky. After the bone dragons, there were death knights riding undead dragons. The Hellfire Chapter has a glorious history. Just like Luminas said, she
The battle group under his command is the most powerful among the Dark Blades.
This is the pride of Luminas, a pride built on the bones of demons and the sea of blood, and what kind of leader there is, there are what kind of soldiers. Under the command of the crazy Luminas, once the Hellfire Chapter
Join the fight like a bloodthirsty madman, they will never stop until they kill the last rebel.
"Destroy it!"
Luminas's black long sword struck down hard, and the skeletal dragon lowered its head. The pyrotechnic breath transformed from the black dragon's breath instantly enveloped the city walls of Menethil Port, and some of them were turned into frost.
The giant dragon's bone dragon froze the forts on the city wall with its cold breath, and the undead legions whizzing past were like black shadows passing across the sky. Behind the black shadows, there was cold and dead despair.
"The navy of Kul Tiras is roaming nearby. Lord, should we detach some people to defend against their attack?"
A high-level knight asked in the spiritual link. The next moment, Luminas's crazy voice, who was immersed in killing, rang out:
"Let the ghost ship go back! Only fools would take the initiative to attack Kul Tiras at sea... The land and sky are our battlefields. Drive out the useless civilians and burn this city!"
"As you command!"
So in the salty sea breeze, under the distant snow-capped mountains, the only coastal city of the dwarves, the port of Menethil, which carries the glorious story, was set ablaze.
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At the same time that Menethil Harbor was burning, under the winding mountain road at the entrance to Ironforge, the dwarf steam tank army commanded by Magni Bronzebeard himself also suffered an unprecedented attack.
Tough challenge.
In the second war, the dwarves' steam tanks had proven their power on the battlefield. After the war, various human countries purchased some tanks in Ironforge to supplement their armed forces. It is no exaggeration to say that,
Before the Dark Blade's undead colossus appeared in Azeroth, the steam tanks of the dwarves were the most powerful land force in the Eastern Continent!
But now, these kings of land battles in the fantasy era have encountered challenges from the sky.
"Buzz"
The Screamer raised its wings and flew across the sky of Khaz Modan at low altitude. When it passed over the steam tank of the dwarves, the claws of the undead arakkoa loosened, and a black iron ball surrounded by spikes appeared.
The knot fell from the sky, making a whistling sound in the air, crossing a forward arc, and finally hit directly above a steam tank that was slowly retreating.
"boom"
The scorching flames, the strong explosive air waves, the thunderous noises, and the various sharp gadgets contained inside were all like a steel storm, sweeping crazily in all directions. The unlucky steam tank was strong and hard.
The shell was dented inward by the explosion, but the most unlucky ones were the dwarf soldiers following the tank, who were almost wiped away by the broken iron slag flying in all directions.
Magni never thought that the powerful steam tank force would be blocked by such an attack, but the cold reality was before him. Only less than a third of the more than 40 tanks could still move, and the others were either
Destroyed by the explosion of a sea of bombs falling from the sky, or trapped in the ruins of steel, unable to move left or right.
This scene doesn't look like a war in a fantasy world, but it does happen...
In the acrid smoke, the desperate dwarf king jumped down from the Ram's tank with his guards. He bravely raised his king's flag, and in this way gathered the soldiers who could still move around him.
"Follow me, warriors!"
Magni shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Without the steam tank, we have to go back to Ironforge! Take back our home! Follow me! Charge! Charge out!"
The dwarf king led his passionate soldiers on foot through the battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke and bullet marks. After passing through the surrounding fog, they finally arrived at the foot of the mountain leading to Ironforge, but beyond the fog, a
The dark figure riding on the war horse was blocking their eyes. He stood here, standing in the snow, like a dark statue, as if waiting for Magni's arrival.
"Magni Bronzebeard, the destined king of Ironforge, I have been waiting here for a long time."
The figure raised his head, and his face was a skull face made of frost, but the next moment, it was like the wind blew away the frost, revealing Tyrion's thin, pale, and cold face.
, his ice-blue eyes looked at the dwarf king who also wore a crown in front of him, and he said softly:
"Lay down your weapons and join the Dark Blade's cause, and Ironforge and all of Khaz Modan will be yours again..."
"Return? You mean return?"
From these words, Magni realized who the undead in front of him was. He had never seen Tyrion, but now, he knew that the death knight who came alone in front of him was the disaster that Khaz Modan suffered.
The culprit was the culprit. The anger surging in his heart reached its peak at this moment. The dwarf king stepped forward angrily. He held his own weapons in both hands, a golden warhammer and a golden battleaxe. His orange beard was full of anger.
floating in:
"You came to my home arrogantly and brutally destroyed the only reason why I would call it home... Now, you want to give it back to me like a charity and dedicate your loyalty to you? No! Never!
!”
The power in Magni Bronzebeard's blood extended through his body. His body slowly became taller, his bronze skin became hard, like gray granite, and his face also changed.
Became as fortitude as stone.
Under the identity of king, Magni Bronzebeard also has another identity... Like his brother Muradin, he is also the most powerful blood warrior among the dwarves - a man full of glory and endless power...
King of the hill!
"I will kill you! Necromancer, under the watchful eyes of my fellow sufferers, I will chop off your head with my own hands! I will take back my city! Dwarves, never surrender!"
"Bang"
Magni in the form of the King of the Hill roared and rushed towards Tyrion. The Dark Blade King's expression did not change much. His fingers moved, and the magic sword shining with a light green halo fell into his hand. He looked at
Magni's distorted face, he shook his head:
"Oh... what a pity, wrong answer!"
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The back mountain of Ironforge is the deepest part of the Coldridge Mountains and the most inaccessible place in Khaz Modan. The altitude here is extremely high and few creatures can survive at this altitude. But now, a large group of dwarves
, stumbling forward in the heavy snow.
This is the group of people who escaped from Ironforge, led by Princess Moira Bronzebeard, the elite force of the entire city.
Led by the master miner of the Deep Mountain Excavating Company who knew the location well, the group was heading towards Anvilmar Fortress in the Coldridge Valley. Just as Magni had warned, Moira also knew very well that once Ironforge fell,
, the only safe place in the entire Khaz Modan is right there.
And just as everyone was advancing, the face of the princess who was being supported suddenly turned pale, and a pain in her blood caused her to cover her heart tightly. Next to her, Brian Copper looked ugly.
Suya covered the same position, and without any warning, he turned over in pain and fell to the ground.
This immediately caused the crowd to scream, and soon Brian was helped up by the best priest in Ironforge. The old dwarf's eyes were filled with tears, but it was not because of pain, but...sadness.
"Moira, my niece..."
Brian sobbed and held his niece's hand tightly. He looked at Moira's equally moist eyes and said with difficulty:
"Do you feel it? My brother, your father...he, he left us..."
"I feel it."
Moira held her uncle's hand tightly. She looked at Brian's desperate eyes. She gritted her teeth and said in a voice of unforgettable hatred:
"My husband, my father, both died in the hands of the undead. I swear, in the name of Bronzebeard and Thaurissan, I will destroy them, I will bury them, I swear!"
"Now! Keep moving forward, you can't stop! Go! Get out of here! Before the undead catch up!"
Tonight, the mountains of Khaz Modan are...crying.
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