Chapter nine hundred and eighteen: competition for rations one
The King of Stormwind City personally led his troops to conquer the "evil" blue dragons, which immediately caused a sensation in the entire kingdom!
The literati took the opportunity to sing praises and compile ballads to praise the king's greatness and wisdom.
Businessmen saw business opportunities and began to hoard goods, preparing to make a fortune.
The new city defense troops in Stormwind City were wailing. The original city defense troops were squeezed out, and many were sent to the frontiers, or went directly home to farm. The new city defense troops were just a bunch of ruffians. They were very good at oppressing the people, and they only had to fight with the enemy.
Will kneel down and surrender.
Many city defense troops found excuses to go out to escape, but as soon as they showed their signs, they were captured by MI7. The leading few were hanged at the gate of Stormwind City. No one dared to be a deserter anymore.
Kits thought this was his first battle after becoming king, so he specially modified a freighter into a luxurious sea palace, but unfortunately he forgot to install the cannons.
On a sunny day, the Stormwind City army rushed from the port to Northrend. In addition to the city defense army led by General Garrison, there were also a large number of royal guards and mercenary groups, a total of more than 20,000 people, rushing to Northrend.
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Orgrimmar.
After Thrall got the information, he was shocked. He quickly put down the tauren ribs in his hand and asked, "Jaina, is this information accurate?"
"It's absolutely true." Jaina smiled and said: "This is a good opportunity. The Night Watchman is really too young. He drove away the cunning Duke Bolvar and trusted a fool named Garrison, Thrall, for a total of 20,000
Army, the destination is the Dreadnaught Fortress in the Borean Tundra, Thrall, what did you see?"
Sal's eyes showed a fierce light, he licked his lips and smiled cruelly:
"I saw a lot of military rations. This is really timely. Just yesterday, Wojin sent someone to send a letter to supervise the military rations. They said that the Walrus people did not have enough to eat. I have a headache."
Jaina nodded: "I heard that Garrosh and Dranosh's military rations are also insufficient."
Sal frowned after hearing this and hurriedly ordered:
"The order was sent to Vol'jin and Eitrigg's dragon-blooded orc legions stationed in the Dragon Bone Plains to approach the Dauntless Fortress as quickly as possible. The order was sent to the Orgrimmar front forces led by Kerena from the Grizzly Hills to cooperate. If
If you encounter the armies of Garrosh and Dranosh, you can attack them at will. There are only so many rations, and whoever grabs them will be the final winner."
The order was quickly passed on. Thrall was chewing on the minotaur's ribs and giving them to Jaina. Suddenly he realized something, became restless, and said suspiciously:
"Gianna, why do I always have a frightening feeling? Maybe I overlooked something, damn, there must be something wrong."
"Are you worried about Garrosh?"
Jaina's political wisdom is extremely sensitive. She quickly saw the situation clearly, put down the fragrant tauren ribs in her hand, and analyzed it carefully:
"Garrosh controls Dalaran and has the help of the red dragons. They will definitely be able to rush to the Dauntless Fortress before us and monopolize the rations. Although the dragon-blooded orcs are brave, it is a pity that they are not as fast as the dragons."
After hearing this, Sal was so worried that he even lost his appetite:
"Jaina, this is related to the position of the chief of the tribe. We must not let Garrosh have the upper hand. If he grabs this batch of military rations, he will be in the limelight."
Jaina smiled slightly and said: "It's very simple. Just inform the stupid Night Watch King that Garrosh wants to use his army as rations, let him get closer to the dragon-blooded orc army, and take the initiative to become our rations. Even if Garrosh
Even with the help of the Dragon Clan, there is still nothing we can do.”
Thrall was overjoyed when he heard this and laughed: "Haha, good idea, Jaina, it all depends on you."
Jaina rolled her eyes and said: "I once had a bad relationship with the Night Watchman. I'm afraid he doesn't trust me and needs to borrow someone else."
"Who is it?"
"Agna." Jaina said seriously.
Dalaran.
Before the Storm Army set off, a letter was delivered to the Red Dragon Queen.
Kits expressed his willingness to lead the army to eradicate the evil blue dragons and save the world of Azeroth together with the orcs and red dragons.
The Red Dragon Queen forwarded this letter to Garrosh, who read it and smiled cruelly:
"The stupid human king actually sent us a large amount of military rations and sent an order to set off the entire army. The target is the Dauntless Fortress in the Borean Tundra. I will make the Night Watch King into a barbecue."
On the side, Luo Ning couldn't help but sigh secretly. The stupid Kits didn't understand the tragic fate. This is what every new king must go through to pay tuition.
As the saying goes, one general's achievements are worth ten thousand bones. In such chaotic war years, one king's maturity and one hundred thousand lives may not be enough. The difference is that some kings can learn lessons and grow, while some kings are still stupid as hell.
Garrosh looked at Ronin with wide eyes: "Arch Mage, as smart as you are, you should understand that this is all to save Azeroth, and human flesh and blood will not be wasted in vain."
Ronin didn't dare to object, so he nodded hastily in agreement. Garrosh grinned: "I hope Dalaran can act with us, and I will leave the power of the Wolf God to you to deal with."
Howling Fjord.
Dranosh Saurfang looked at the tall Utgard Castle in the distance and felt a sense of powerlessness.
Entering Utgard Castle to hunt for treasure was the purpose of Dranosh's trip. Unfortunately, he encountered the vrykul who turned into undead. Dranosh quickly withdrew and never dared to approach the fortress again.
The emergence of the undead vrykul means that the Scourge Legion is involved. Several legions of the tribe are waiting for the Scourge Legion to destroy themselves and gain the glory of destroying the Scourge Legion. No one will actually fight against the Scourge Legion, so the loss of troops will weaken it.
It's really not worth it based on my own strength.
Dranosh had no choice but to wait, but soon the rations stolen from Dragonblight would be insufficient. If there was no profit, he would have to withdraw to Orgrimmar.
The news that the Stormwind Kingdom sent troops to conquer the Blue Dragon Clan gave Dranosh hope.
If the troops were led by famous generals from the Kingdom of Stormwind, Dranosh would not dare to make such an idea.
But one is an inexperienced Night Watch King, the other is an incompetent general who relies on flattery, and the quality of the soldiers is extremely low. This is tantamount to sending military rations to the orcs.
Dranosh immediately detached most of his main force and marched day and night, with the same target being the Dauntless Fortress in the Borean Tundra.
Having just landed on the land of Northrend, feeling the biting cold wind, and thinking of the upcoming battle with the Blue Dragon Tribe, Kits was filled with heroic feelings, his blood was boiling, and he wanted to write a poem.
Kits, who dreams of eternal fame and great achievements, does not know that four orc legions are coming day and night, with the goal of tearing his army into pieces and eating them.
The Fearless Fortress was decorated with lights and decorations, welcoming the arrival of the king. Kits smiled and enjoyed this honor. Suddenly, a feeling of boredom came. Kits groaned and knelt down in pain.
On the ground.
Some of the Wolf God's power left him, and he had to pay a price for making great achievements.
Fordagon Fortress.
Duke Bolvar read the information and said to Robbie beside him with a bitter look on his face: