11. Fire Line Rescue --- Cramp brothers on the street [8/20]
"I'm really crazy. Just after returning to the Eastern Continent, I have to go out and fight a group of dead people again."
The heavily armed Garrosh carried a heavy battle ax and rode on his black war wolf, running wildly on the road from Lordaeron to Silverpine Forest. Beside him was the frost wolf Snow Song.
Thrall, Dranosh riding a gray wolf, Yollin sitting on a magic carpet, Vol'jin riding on the back of a raptor, and finally... Prince Arthas riding a Silver Hand horse.
Behind these young people is a strange team.
On one side are the orc guards stationed by the tribe in the Human Empire to protect the four young chiefs, 200 people. On the other side are the guards of Prince Arthas and some Silver Hand paladins, about 250 people.
Unlike the young people, these veterans who had experienced the orc war were clearly distinct from each other. During the march, they would glare at each other from time to time, as if they were competing with each other.
But it is such a team full of contradictions, but they walk together for a common purpose.
"Sabchel was originally a town in Gilneas. Later, after they built the Greymane Wall, the town was divided into the Kingdom of Lordaeron. There are 2,000 civilians and some dwarf miners living there, although there are also nearby
A legion is stationed to defend against the werewolves, but that army has been transferred to the Amansagard Mill, where it is being besieged by the undead, and the war is very intense."
Alsace was riding on his war horse, introducing the situation to the orcs around him:
"It is already very difficult for the remaining legions to maintain the front in Silver Pine Forest. My father can no longer ask them to escort the civilians of Saboche back to safety, but I just received news that an undead force appeared in Sabochie.
If those civilians near you cannot get support, they will have no choice but..."
"Where's Dalaran?"
Thrall asked: "That place should be closer to Dalaran, right? Doesn't the City of Mage send people to rescue our compatriots?"
"You don't understand the recent situation, Sal."
Arthas did not speak. Instead, Yolin Bloodeyes, who had been studying in Dalaran for the past few years, said to Thrall:
"When you went to Kalimdor, Quel'Thalas was captured. The mages of Dalaran have been busy recently settling the high elves in the city. It is said that there are also positions on the Hinterlands side.
Many mages have been dispatched, and the city of mages is now at its most empty. Let alone going out for rescue, it is already very difficult for it to ensure that it does not fall when surrounded by the undead."
"What about the undead? I'm a little confused!"
Garrosh shouted:
"Have the Dark Blade undead in southern Xinjiang broken through Arathi? Where did these undead come from? Why are they everywhere?"
"This is not the undead from southern Xinjiang!"
Alsace strengthened his voice:
"It should be from the north, Northrend. The Draenei envoy shared information with us. It is said that a mysterious force has arisen in the hinterland of Northrend. They also use undead as soldiers, but their fighting methods are different from those in the south.
The Dark Blade Undead in Xinjiang are almost two extremes, and they also have abilities that the Dark Blade Undead don’t have.”
"Those dead, the dead in the tombs, were awakened inexplicably, and then joined together under the control of a mysterious force. In just two days, the entire northern border was filled with wandering mindless zombies. Tirisfal
The area has become quiet. In Stratholme, the entire Knights of the Silver Hand are almost exhausted. As you said... they are literally everywhere!"
"It's not inexplicable!"
Wojin, who had been silently listening to the conversation, suddenly spoke and said in a very obscure human language:
"Loa saw... there were eyes in the sky! It was controlling the undead!"
Wo'jin pointed his hand at the dark forest ahead:
"Its power is everywhere..."
"Hey, don't scare me, man!"
When Garrosh heard Vol'jin's strange tone, he subconsciously looked at the extremely quiet forest on both sides, and then shuddered. He pushed Vol'jin, who shrugged and showed a helpless expression.
:
"Loa told me and I'm paraphrasing... I didn't scare you."
"Indeed, the elemental power here is very depressing, and there are indeed weird things, so be careful!"
Thrall's fingertips pulsed with a white light. He evoked the element of wind, making the surrounding trees roar. The reverberating wind told Thrall's surrounding environment. The orc pointed at the hills to the south and said to Alsace.
:
"There are sounds of human activity over there. I heard it. It seems that your people are trying to save themselves. They are trying to cross this forest."
"Then go there!"
When Alsace heard this, he stretched out his arm and swung it forward fiercely:
"Knights, follow me, the people are waiting for us."
"Orc warriors, let's follow suit... don't let humans take away all the fun."
Dranosh also shouted, and he drew out his battle axe. In the long roar of the wolf, the wild orcs followed the human knights and rushed up the hills. After they climbed over the hills, they could clearly see, in the darkness,
In the forest, the firelight was swaying, and a large group of humans were surrounded by the skeletons and undead rushing from all directions. Screams, calls for help, the shouts of soldiers and the cries of children completely broke the silence of this forest.
"Holy light is above!"
Prince Arthas was very tired. On this day, he led his guards and rescued at least three villages around the city of Lordaeron. But at this time, seeing his people being threatened by the undead, he ignored his physical pain.
He drove his war horse and rushed out at the lead, the golden holy light burning on his war hammer, like a light shining in the dark forest.
Behind him, the knights roared, drove their horses, and followed the prince, like cutting open bread, to disperse the bustling group of undead, while the more nimble orc wolf knights separated in two directions,
Commanded by Garrosh and Dranosh respectively, they entered the battlefield from behind the undead. For a moment, the men and horses neighed, and the soldiers' shouts of killing also gave hope to the helpless people. They followed the knights amid the strong wind.
They opened the road and quickly rushed out of the encirclement of the undead.
"Mom! The big green orc!"
A child saw the orc Thrall who was calling out the strong wind to protect the human wings. She hurriedly buried her head in her mother's arms, like a scared little rabbit, and the panicked mother also looked at it with a hint of fear.
She glanced at Thrall, but in the end, she nodded slightly to Thrall. When walking past the orc, she said softly:
"Thank you."
"Go to the back, behind the hills, where there will be knights to meet you!"
Thrall ignored the child's fear, and a wise orc like him wouldn't care about it. Vol'jin, standing next to him, looked at Thrall with deep meaning. This weird young troll seemed to have grown up from Thrall.
I saw something different on my body.
"careful!"
During the fierce battle, Garrosh shouted in Thrall's direction:
"There's something flying in the sky! Be careful!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a black, bird-like monster with bat wings roared and smashed through the branches and flew to the ground. Amidst the horrified screams of the civilians, the dark monster clawed with sharp claws.
Pick up a boy, flap his wings and fly into the sky.
"Element! Hear my call!"
At this moment, Thrall, who seemed to be enraged, burst out with dazzling thunder from his fingertips. In the dark forest, the thunder light shone like a sharp arrow and shot up into the sky, blowing open the flying monster's head.
As the gravel flew across the sky, the monster carried it to the ground without saying a word. Amidst the boy's frightened screams, Sal jumped up, held the child in his arms in mid-air, and then fell to the ground.
, he turned to look at Wojin and shouted loudly:
"Wo'jin, forbidden air!"
"receive!"
The young troll immediately opened his arms to the humans behind him:
"Come here! Human, come here, come to Wo'jin!"
As he spoke, the young troll opened his hands with only three fingers, and six simple totems were stuck on the fallen leaves behind him. Under the control of the mysterious power, the totems stretched out the moment they stuck to the ground.
A halo of energy like orange flames was released, and finally turned into a strange snake hovering on the totem, just like a real cobra. When the black gargoyles rushed to the ground, the strange snake would spit out scorching heat.
The flames drove those monsters back.
Although the fleeing humans were also afraid of trolls, the current situation was already clear. These trolls and orcs came to save them like Prince Arthas, so after a while, most people fled into Woking.
In the totem barrier arranged, the young troll ran a few steps and pulled out a wooden war spear from behind. After a roar, the war spear roared into the sky and accurately pierced the body of a gargoyle.
.
"It's a pity that I didn't bring back the spinning blade..."
Vol'jin shrugged at Thrall, and the young troll showed an embarrassed smile:
"With the Whirlpool, I can kill these gargoyles alone... They're so stupid."
"You have done well, Vol'jin, my friend."
Thrall patted the dust on his body and wanted to put down the human boy in his arms, but maybe he was too scared. In short, the boy held Thrall's arm tightly and was unwilling to leave. The corners of the young orc's mouth showed
With a smile, he looked back at Yolin who was reciting magic, and whispered:
"Elder Drek'Thar told me that humans and orcs can finally coexist peacefully, and now... I believe it."
"Shua"
The black magic halo entwined in the hands of the orc Yolin. Between the waves of his fingers, three black seeds of destruction hit the ghoul above his head. The warlock's shadow magic was under the control of Yolin.
, divided into two, and two into four, and soon spread to the dozen ghouls above their heads. Seeing that the black halo had wrapped all the gargoyles, the bone staff in Yolin's hand was at this moment
Point hard to the ground.
"哐, 哐, 哐"
Dark, highly corrosive magic exploded on the body of the gargoyle at this moment. Although the individual power was not strong, when they were gathered together, they still killed 7 gargoyles at once. The orc warlock breathed a sigh of relief.
, turned around and made an OK gesture to Thrall. Thrall held the human boy in his arms and looked back. Under the hills behind him, these resurrected corpses were quickly scattered as the orcs and humans joined forces to strangle them.
Formation.
"Individual undead are easy to deal with, but once they unite and become a giant, it will be very troublesome."
Thrall looked worriedly at the strangled undead in front of him. He recalled what Arthas had just said about the situation. He seemed to have seen a bad future.
"I simply can't imagine how many corpses are buried under this land? And those resurrected dead, when they are completely united together, who else can deal with them?"
"Some troll clans also have the tradition of making heartless zombies. Fire and sacred spells can cause horrific damage to them. And although the appearance is different, the basis of the spells is definitely the same. As long as the operator is killed, these undead will become
A ball of loose sand.”
Vol'jin walked up to Thrall, and the young and mysterious troll whispered:
"But what I'm more curious about is, what are they going to do when they are gathered here? Are they going to capture the human city called Lordaeron? I'm afraid they can't do it with just these low-level undead, right?"
Thrall shook his head and did not answer the question, because he did not know the answer himself. After the battle, when the knights escorted the civilians to the containment point around Lake Lordamre, Thrall found an opportunity,
Coming to the tired Arthas, the young orc rubbed his fingers and whispered:
"Whether it is the human empire as a whole or the Kingdom of Lordaeron, we are now facing a situation of war. Arthas, I admire your will and actions to protect civilians, but the problem is, even if you try your best, how can you
How many people should you save? Listen to me, you have to change your approach."
"Um?"
Arthas raised his head, his blue eyes not concealing his extreme exhaustion. The prince looked at Thrall and asked:
"What's the meaning?"
Thrall carefully looked around, and after making sure no one would hear, the young orc said:
"Your emperor, my mentor, and the prophet Velen and I visited the night elves in Kalimdor. Your emperor and the elves reached a consensus."
"You can't destroy the enemy and save your people at the same time. You can only choose one thing at a time. Alsace, you have to find a safe haven for them before the cruelest war affects the civilians."
