Flying at high altitude seems very elegant, but in fact it doesn't feel good.
In the absence of protection, the operator cannot even open his eyes during rapid flight, and rapid flight at high altitudes will bring about an extreme drop in temperature. For fragile humans, this is an unbearable torture.
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Therefore, although the Wildhammer dwarves are willing to hand over the method of taming griffins to humans, few humans can learn it, and only a small number of humans can control griffins to fly in the air as easily as the rough-skinned dwarves.
"Wow"
Tyrion is riding on the back of a huge bone griffon. No matter the surrounding cold or the crazy wind, it cannot affect the death knight's vision. He is already dead and will not feel the cold. The death energy surrounding him is even more so.
Let the strong wind be unable to shake his body.
Behind him were 7 white-bone griffons lined up. This was the prey they obtained in the last hunt in the hills and Hinterlands. For ordinary orcs, it might be difficult for ordinary orcs to find large beasts like griffins.
However, for the Dark Rangers who specialize in archery, they can easily hunt such aerial birds of prey with simple cooperation.
This kind of killing of griffons quickly attracted the attention of the Wildhammer dwarves, but when Kurdran and Wildhammer rushed to the scene of the incident in anger, Tyrion had already brought his Dark Blade Knights.
After setting off, the Wildhammer Griffin Knights, unable to find the culprit, could only inflict their anger on the innocent orcs. That day, at least four orc outpost camps were destroyed by the angry Griffin Knights.
However, that has nothing to do with Tyrion.
As the leader, Tyrion sat alone on a bone griffon. Behind him, Grokush and Serent shared a griffon. The four dark rangers who survived the attack were scattered on the two griffons.
The remaining four griffons are crowded with 12 new death knight recruits, who are new members carefully selected by Tyrion.
He only wants those guys who are skilled in manipulating the energy of death. In fact, Tyrion does not trust these die-hard loyalists of the war chief. At critical moments, they are still used as victims and cannon fodder.
Tyrion's thinking is very clear. His Dark Blade Knights do not need too many knights in the early stage. Small-scale, elite combat is more in line with his requirements. After all, his destination is not the battlefield in the northern border of the mainland.
, at this moment, the less attention they attract, the better it will be for them to fish in troubled waters.
"We have been flying non-stop for 2 days..."
Grokush's slightly tired voice sounded in Tyrion's mind: "How long will it take?"
The dead will not feel the fatigue of the body, but the fatigue of the soul cannot be eliminated. Many people think that the dead do not need sleep after resurrection. This is actually a wrong understanding. Death knights, including the powerful Talon, Blood Demon and Terry
In addition, they also need a short sleep every day to let their souls get rid of fatigue.
Of course, this time is very short, it only takes 1-2 hours to fully recover, and their sleep is more like a kind of torture. When they fall into a state of soul rest, past memories will fill the minds of the undead, and like
It was the painful process of Grokush, experiencing the vivid life of the past in a dream. At the moment of waking up, the cruel reality will make the undead very painful. It is real torture.
"We have arrived at the Stratholme area in the heart of Lordaeron..."
Tyrion lowered his head, took a look at the surrounding terrain, and answered in his soul:
"Soon, soon we will arrive at Yongge Forest."
He raised his head, and in the dimmed vision, he could vaguely see a fiery red color on the ground in the distance. It was the maple leaves of Yongsong Forest that dyed the earth red. At this time, Quel'Thalas is the most beautiful.
when.
And now, he will return to his former hometown in another form... What a cruel thing.
Two hours later, the terrifying bone griffin flapped its wings and slowly landed on the edge of Yonge Forest under the orders of its new owner. Viewed from a high altitude, this endless red forest was almost filled with the high elf kingdom Kui.
In the land of Er'Thalas, the high elves inherited the elegance of the elven empire that was destroyed ten thousand years ago. They like red maple trees very much and regard them as the most beautiful scenery.
At this time of year, it happens to be the time when the maple leaves are falling. From a distance, the entire Quel'Thalas seems to be shrouded in fiery red scenery, full of the unique style of the Elf Kingdom, and a touch of twilight.
scenery.
The orc camp here is easy to find. To the southeast of the huge Eversong Forest is a hilly area not covered by maple leaves. It is one of the last two strongholds of the Amani Trolls, closer to Quel'Thalas.
To the northeast of the core area is Zul'Aman, the holy land of these barbaric creatures. It is a temple that has existed longer than Silvermoon City, the capital of the high elves.
The orc camp is located in the forest not far from the troll stronghold. The invaders from another world don't care about the magnificent beauty of Quel'Thalas. From the time they arrived here, for more than half a month,
After frantically cutting down the surrounding trees, a large-scale camp has been established.
"These bastards!"
Jumping down from the bone griffon, Tyrion heard Serent's scolding behind him. Although he was dead and his past bonds were severed by the cold reality, it was obvious that Serent saw his former hometown being destroyed like this.
, his cold heart was still filled with anger.
In fact, it wasn't just him, the four silent dark rangers, and even Tyrion himself felt equally uncomfortable when they saw the deforested and bare land around them.
"Hey, look who this is! The new hero of the Horde, Tyrion Dawnblade is back!"
A strange and gloomy voice came from the entrance of the camp. The moment he heard the voice, Grokush's hand was on the ax handle behind his back, but Tyrion held it tightly.
"It's not the time yet! Be patient..."
His voice temporarily calmed Grokush's rolling hatred. Tyrion raised his head and saw the old Gul'dan, wearing his iconic shadow hood, holding a cane full of skulls, and heading towards
He followed them over, and beside him were the tall ogre Cho'gall, the chief of the Twilight Hammer, and the orc warlord Varok Saurfang.
"Let us welcome you!"
Gul'dan clapped his hands in a pretentious manner, and behind him, the two-headed ogre Cho'gall also clapped his hands, with silly smiles on his two heads, but behind that silly smile, there was a
An extremely unique soul.
"I brought what you lost, Gul'dan!"
Facing Gul'dan's malicious ridicule, Tyrion stretched out his hand. In his black gauntlet, a broken fang was so dazzling.
It was the fang that he smashed off with his own hands that day. It belonged to Gul'dan. The moment he saw this fang, Gul'dan's eyes became fierce and his dark red eyes jumped.
He has undisguised malice, but when paired with his cheek that is missing a fang, it looks weird.
"I'll watch you! Tyrion, don't let me catch you!"
Gul'dan stretched out his finger and pointed directly at Tyrion, not hiding his hostility at all:
"If you do anything to betray the tribe, I will personally extract your soul and make you suffer!"
Faced with this hostility, Tyrion did not answer. After his death, he had become accustomed to speaking with actions rather than words. He set his sights on the silent orc warlord Saurfang and watched this man hacked to death with his own hands.
After killing his murderer, Tyrion felt very calm and didn't have much hatred.
But two people facing each other can guess that if they really get to the necessary step, only one person will be left between these two people...
"According to the orders of the great chief, I am here to support you losers!"
Tyrion said in a cold voice:
"Nearly 20 days have passed, and with the help of the Amani trolls, you have not yet invaded the hinterland of Quel'Thalas. This makes Orgrim very disappointed!"
Facing this kind of doubt, Saurfang's face didn't look good. He coughed lightly, turned sideways, and made a "please" gesture.
"The situation is a bit complicated. We have been victorious on the battlefield. Now most of the Eversong Forest has fallen into our hands. It's not that we don't want to invade Quel'Thalas, but we can't..."
"Come on, I'll explain to you the dire situation!"
On the other side, the royal capital of Quel'Thalas, the magnificent magical city of Silvermoon City.
This city was founded by the first Sun King of Quel'Thalas, Dath'Remar, 6,800 years ago. After the Sunstriders expelled the trolls here, they built the city in the holy land of the trolls.
The first royal city of the elves.
After more than 6,000 years of development, this city has become a symbol of the high elves. It is larger than the largest human city, the Royal City of Lordaeron. In fact, more than 70% of the high elves live in this city, and the rest
The ones below are scattered in large and small manors in Yonge Forest and Silver Moon Forest.
These manors do not represent lowliness. In fact, being able to live in an outlying manor is a symbol of status.
For example, the Windrunner family, who have served as the ranger generals of Quel'Thalas for generations, live in the Windrunner Tower in Eversong Forest, far away from Silvermoon City. In addition, there are also mages created by the highly developed mage civilization of the high elves.
Towers are also scattered throughout Quel'Thalas to guard the country.
But now, in just 20 days, the Eversong Forest, the outer territory of Quel'Thalas, has almost completely fallen. This is enough to alarm the small high elven society.
The commoners gathered in Silvermoon City worriedly, whispering stories about the terrible orcs, while the big shots gathered in the Palace of the Sun King to discuss real military affairs in response to the barbaric invasion of orcs and trolls.
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"Prince Kael'thas is lobbying the human nations in Dalaran, trying to get them to allocate part of their forces to support us."
Ranger General Lylitha Windrunner, a female general with outstanding achievements, sat in front of the palace, facing the members of the Silver Moon Parliament, she said loudly:
"Previous wars have shown that the ranger troops alone cannot resist the orcs who are more savage than the trolls. Although the mage troops can suppress them, they can only block them in the Eversong Forest. Our soldiers are too few.
There is no way to launch a counterattack!"
"We need human soldiers who can fight the orcs head-on. Once we have their help, we can easily drive out the orcs! We can even eliminate the Amani trolls that have troubled us for thousands of years at once!"
"But this means we need to ally with humans again!"
A member of the Silver Moon Parliament, Archmage Darkan Drasil waved his left arm, his luxurious black robe dancing in the air. He stood up and faced the current Sun King Ana, who was sitting on the throne.
Starlian said:
"I don't believe in the human kingdom. They are different from their glorious ancestors! The human kingdom is splitting little by little under our eyes. We all know why the first empire of mankind collapsed...their desires
, their arrogance and their irrational leaders, all of which push us away from them."
The archmage's voice was cold and full of the unique arrogance of high elves:
"I can almost foresee that once we join the alliance, the human kingdom will continue to ask us to send precious strength into their army, and our soldiers will be used as sacrifices to win the victory for the human kingdom... Just like half a year
Just like Tyrion, the Blade of Dawn, who died before! When he and his rangers fell into death, I didn't see any humans taking the initiative to help!"
"The number of elves is too small compared to humans. Once invaded by their culture and beliefs, our country will have almost no resistance! This is an unwise choice!"
"shut up!"
General Lilitha, who had always been calm, became unusually angry when she heard Tyrion's name. Her beautiful eyes stared at Darkan, causing the latter to take a step back subconsciously:
"Don't mention that sad name... What you said makes sense, but Councilman Dar'Khan, your reason cannot help Quel'Thalas expel the orcs. Compared with the trouble we will encounter in the future, we should
Focus on now! We need human help! That’s all!”
"Then talk to them!"
King Anastarian, who was sitting on the throne and did not speak, stretched out his hand to interrupt the tit-for-tat exchange among his ministers. He said softly:
"Tell humans that we will consider joining the Alliance, but we must first see their sincerity... They must prove in the war that they are still as noble as their ancestors, otherwise, Quel'Thalas will not renew their commitment
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"Before they respond, hold on to the Bandinorel Barrier! General Liressa! I'll leave it to you to fight on the front line!"
