8. The beginning of change---for _The Water of Canglang_Brother [9/10]
In the end, the warchief did not question Saurfang's secrets again. Although he could have forced the guards to imprison Saurfang to protect him, he did not do so.
Saurfang is his most trusted lieutenant. The two formed a friendship during the war, just like the friendship between Warchief Orgrim and Frostwolf Chief Durotan. For the orcs, it is pure and cannot be blasphemed.
friendship.
And Orgrim also knew very well that after a proud orc like Saurfang suffered such a defeat and ruined the victory of the tribe with his own hands, even if he was allowed to live, it would cause him extreme pain forever.
Instead of living in self-blame, it is better to let him fight and live according to his own ideas.
Whether it is seclusion or suicide, these are Saurfang's last requests. This is the last dignity of a pure orc, and Orgrim is not qualified to strip it away.
But Saurfang's kindness does not mean that the warchief can ignore any betrayal.
"Red, Maim!"
After entering the Alterac Mountains, the warchief called the two warlords of the Blackstone clan to him. In the cold wind and snow of the Alterac Mountains, the burning fire in Orgrim's eyes made everyone see it.
The orcs trembled.
"I want you to lead the Black-Toothed Smiling Clan to hunt down that traitor! Old Dahl will allocate some sword masters to help you!"
Orgrim's fists clenched:
"I know you hate Gul'dan. Now, I give you the power to bring his head back to me! I will let you inherit your father's position and hand over the complete Blackstone clan to you!"
"Even if I chase him to the end of the world! I will kill him!"
The black-hand brothers looked at each other and patted their chests with their fists:
"Yes! Chief!"
At almost the same moment, Gul'dan, whose whereabouts were a mystery, also re-entered the land of Hillsbrad Hills. Compared with the team when he set out, the number of orcs and ogres at this time was three fewer.
One or more, those are necessary sacrifices, they will block the pursuit of the rear for this team.
Of course, Gul'dan would not say so directly. He just told them that in order to avoid exposing their whereabouts, they needed to divide their troops and advance, and finally gather at the same place, so the troops dispersed.
And the agreed location must also be fake... Reputation? When has a qualified warlock ever had such a thing?
"Wow, wow"
Just as they stepped into the river heading to the hilly port, a group of heavily armed death knights stood in front of Gul'dan. The leader was a soul that Gul'dan had never seen before. He was probably developed secretly by Talon Gorefiend.
Die loyal.
"The master ordered us to come and rescue you! Gul'dan!"
The death knight whispered: "He asked me to tell you that Orgrim has begun to hunt you down. He should have obeyed Orgrim's orders, but he valued your friendship with him, so he decided to help you."
.”
"Haha, what a joke!"
Gul'dan held his cane and dismissed Gorefiend's report:
"Since when did Tarongor have the feeling of friendship? It's just a transaction. It doesn't need to be so hypocritical. I will give you the curse code, but it must be after I board the fleet."
Gul'dan smiled lowly and said to the ogre Cho'gall beside him:
"Look, the world changes and everyone will change. Even the Blood Demon has learned to bet on both ends. I'm sure that guy has already boasted in front of Orgrim that he will use the curse code to reverse the decline of the tribe.
...Oh, how stupid!”
The warlock once again focused his attention on the death knight in front of him, and he whispered:
"Tell your master, tell the stupid blood demon that the Curse Code is not omnipotent, and this world is not a weak Draenor. This world has guardians! Indiscriminate use of forbidden spells like the Curse Code will only bring harm to him and
His tribe brings more trouble... Of course, I know he will not listen to my advice, just like before, so let him continue to serve Orgrim."
"But for the sake of the 'friendship' of an old friend, you can tell him that when I come back, I will spare his life... and let him be prepared to kneel down and surrender to me."
"Now, lead the way! I don't have much time left."
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"Breakthrough!"
The great knight Uther, who was covered in blood, was galloping on the battlefield with the fully armed paladins. Their lances flew and smashed all the orcs in front of them. Under Marshal Lothar's fierce attack, he almost ignored the damage.
, the orc positions entrenched around Dalaran were finally broken through.
It was a real miracle that they were able to accomplish this under the almost suicidal obstruction of the Death Knights and Bleeding Ring Orcs at the rear.
Looking at the magical city of Dalaran standing in the distance, Uther let out a sigh of relief. It only takes half a day to advance from this mountain col to enter the Tirisfal region and completely crush the tribe's attack on Lordaeron.
siege.
Amid the cheers of the soldiers, Grand Marshal Lothar led the knights towards Tirisfal as fast as possible. However, the joy of victory did not last long. When Lothar arrived at the gates of Lordaeron,
, only to find that there was nothing here except a devastated battlefield.
There were no orcs, no ambush, and it was surprisingly quiet.
"You are finally here!"
When Marshal Gatheris, who was extremely tired, saw Marshal Lothar walking into the city gate, he finally let go of the last worries in his heart. He sat on his chair in a limp posture, all the armor on his body was covered with blood.
Covered with blood and minced flesh.
"What's going on? Gatheris, I didn't see the orcs! Where did they go?"
Marshal Lothar asked in confusion. Faced with this question, Gatheris shook his head tiredly:
"I have no idea."
"kindness?"
Lothar and Uther next to him looked at each other, waiting for Gatheris' explanation. The latter picked up a water bag and poured the wine inside into his mouth. After completely relaxing his spirit, he, with the help of the guards,
He took off the armor that he had not taken off for five days and said softly:
"One hour before you arrived, the orcs retreated without warning. I don't know why, and I don't have the extra energy to pursue them anymore..."
The marshal defending Lordaeron sighed, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes:
"Lordaeron's 70,000 defenders have less than 13,000 left. Together with the civilians, we dropped 60,000 corpses on this battlefield. After this battle, Lordaeron's vitality was severely damaged.
We are no longer able to pursue him."
"That is to say..."
Paladin Uther frowned: "The orcs were only one step away from taking Lordaeron, but they gave up? Did they know in advance that we would break through Dalaran's defenses? This is impossible!"
"I don't know, and I don't want to know either."
Gatheris's voice was low, as if he was talking in his sleep, and he waved his hand with difficulty:
"My war is over. Now it's up to you, Sir Lothar, to chase those greenskins, catch up with them, and then kill them all... I, I should take a rest."
Uther wanted to ask, but Lothar stopped him. The old marshal looked at Gatheris, who was no longer young anymore, and sighed:
"Let him rest well, Uther, he hasn't slept for five days, and Gatheris is right, no matter why the orcs are willing to retreat, the next war has entered a new stage!"
Lothar adjusted his armor and strode into the Royal City of Lordaeron amidst the cheers of the people.
"Follow me to meet His Majesty Terenas and tell him the news of the victory on the front line. After that, we will start our counterattack!"
Uther nodded. Before leaving, he waved his hand and shrouded Marshal Gatheris with warm holy light. Then he saluted the sleeping Marshal with respect. This is a real hero. He
He proved himself in the war, and his will was even stronger than the walls of Lordaeron.
And while Lordaeron was celebrating its victory, in another distant continent, far across the ocean, what happened in Lordaeron did not affect the order of this continent at all.
But this does not mean that no one in this mysterious and wild continent pays attention to everything that happens in the human world.
Tanaris Desert is a large desert adjacent to the wide South Sea. The Bloodsail Pirates who roam the South Sea have a large port here, and the goblin merchant Buddy Moore who built the fleet for Warchief Orgrim is also from here.
, this is the seat of the Goblins' Steamwheedle Consortium, and one of the most prosperous ports of the goblins, Steamwheedle Port, is also located here.
However, whether they are savage pirates or philistine goblins, they all have awe in this vast desert, because this desert is home to powers that mortals cannot imagine.
dragon!
And it is the most powerful and least trivial kind of dragon.
"Buzz"
In a huge, miraculous stone cave, the space suddenly shattered, causing a light yellow ripple. The light was like a clock rotating counterclockwise. After turning around, a person walked out of the light.
giant.
It has bronze-colored wings, a huge body that is over 40 meters long, four sharp claws, and its body is covered with fine scales, each of which shines with the special light given by time.
Its body was noble and elegant. It swayed its huge tail and took a few steps forward in the cave. Then it quickly turned into a humanoid creature with white hair, sharp ears, blue eyes, and slender
With a tall figure, it has transformed into a high elf. Just from the appearance, it is simply perfect.
It seemed a little uncomfortable with the human form. Her steps were a little stiff, but soon became natural. Wearing a white dress, it took a few steps forward and arrived at the center of the bronze dragon's holy land, the world of Azeroth.
The final node where all timelines converge.
It knelt down on one knee and said respectfully:
"I am here at the invitation of the great Lord of Time, Nozdormu."
"Shua"
Thousands of huge figures appeared in the sky above the originally empty huge cave. They quickly combined to form the body of an ancient dragon. It just lay in mid-air, like a hill.
Each of the bronze scales on its body was the size of a shield, and the moment it appeared, the entire cave became illusory.
This is because of the powerful power of the Time Guardian, which instinctively involves everything around it into chaotic time and space.
"Sephiel, the pride of the bronze dragon, my child, the timeline under your care has experienced some fluctuations. It has not affected the future yet, but it is an uncertain factor. I need you to observe..."
Thousands of voices were mixed together, and finally formed a mellow male voice, which reached the ears of the young bronze dragon who transformed into a high elf:
"The future and destiny are unpredictable. I can't be sure whether his appearance is good or bad, but the foundation of the timeline cannot be destroyed! Once he does something that threatens the timeline, he will be punished!"
"As you command! Great Nozdormu!"
The young bronze dragon bowed his head respectfully, and the next moment, the millions of illusions in front of him disappeared in an instant, as if everything had never appeared.
But the interior of this huge cave has been slightly distorted by the chaotic time and space, which represents the powerful force that has just arrived here.
The high elf stood up, stretched out her hand to brush her long white hair, and her blue eyes sparkled with curiosity.
As a bronze dragon who was born with the ability to travel in the timeline, she has seen many strange and weird things. She has been responsible for this timeline alone since hundreds of years ago. This is a very arduous and boring job.
But now, there is a guy who should not appear, disrupting the timeline and even alarming the great Nozdormu.
"The boring time is finally over..."
There was a hint of joy in the corner of Sephiel's mouth, and her body slowly floated in the air. The moment her toes left the ground, her figure was swallowed up by the broken time and space.
