Azeroth’s Death Track

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Two hours later, at the scheduled evacuation site, three death knights waited in the jungle. In the shadows in front of them, hordes of orcs walked out of the forest, led by a **** **** roar, and came Compared with the time, the returned orcs were one third less.

"Asshole!"

Grom Hellscream is like an irritated beast. He roared and threw at the death knight in front of him, waving a huge fist, his eyes full of anger:

"Where is your support? You miscellaneous!"

"boom"

The fist that was smashed was held by Glokus in one hand. This same tall death knight looked indifferently at the angry chieftain. This malicious rebellious action caused all orcs to draw their weapons together. Behind Lokush, the two death knights hesitated and pulled out their weapons, standing behind Glokush.

In this dark jungle, the atmosphere froze to the extreme, and the fighting between the two sides seemed to be triggered at once.

"Response? What response?"

Glokus stared at Gromm in front of him and said in a word:

"Have you told me to answer you? Do you think I am your subordinate? Grommash..."

"I lost a third of the best fighters!"

Grom growled: "If there is a response, they will not die!"

"I also lost a lot of warriors!"

Glokus said quietly:

"On the loss, I’m not smaller than you! And I hope you understand one thing, Grommash, I called the Black Dragon to help you, otherwise it’s just the orcs you brought in. Don’t even want to enter when you die. Dalaran!"

"This is a secret action. Your people can't bear the desire to kill, and they have attracted the mage's counterattack... It's all your fault!"

This sentence made the dark red light in Grom's eyes start beating again, but the moment the finger touched the battle axe, the death knight threw a box of human size.

"This is what you want, even if there is interference from you waste, we have achieved our goal."

Grom opened the box, and a white, round crystal surrounded by violet runes lay quietly in the velvet underlay. Even an orc warrior who knew nothing about magic, could feel the magic of this stuff.

"Snapped"

The box was closed again, and Grom handed it over to the orc behind him. In front of him, Glokus shattered a scale-like thing. A moment later, dozens of behemoths flapped their wings and landed in the forest. .

It was the black dragons who attacked Dalaran.

"Om"

The huge black dragon headed by the magic shines into a human lady wearing a black dress, tall and indifferent, like an iceberg.

She held her arms and looked at the death knight and orcs with a garbage-like look. She said in a hoarse voice with a unique charm:

"Father asked us to send you to the south. The humble mages are in a big search. I think we should start."

The pure orc language moved everyone, but the undoubted tone in it caused Gluckus and Grom to frown at the same time, but what was really important was clear to both parties, so after a few minutes, In the icy night, the huge black dragons carried all the orcs, and headed toward the south of the mainland in the screaming wind.

Sitting cross-legged on the black dragon's wide back, Grom's black hair was blown up. He looked at the death knight behind the dragon in front of him indifferently. Behind him, a tall orc whispered:

"Chief, do you want to find an opportunity to teach these arrogant bodies?"

"Do not."

Grom shook his head: "Not now."

"Just because they are allies?"

The orc behind snorted somewhat disdainfully: "These bodies are so annoying."

"ally?"

Grom narrowed his eyes:

"Never an ally, these corpses are undoubtedly engaged in certain conspiracies. They deceived Ner'zhul, probably intimidating him. I noticed Ner'zhul's cowardice... he is like Blackham, no Worth relying on."

"In the face of Draenor's bad things, the Chief Chief has nowhere to go, and we are the same."

The voice of the orc behind Grom fell deep:

"We can't stay there and wait to die."

"There is no way to go... it is."

The Warsong Chief moved his finger. He gestured that the orc behind was sitting next to him, and then whispered:

"Nazgorin, you are also a veteran. Although I am not a member of the Warsong clan, I trust you like I trust my brothers and brothers. Tell me, what do you think of this world? Compared with our former homeland."

The old orc named Nazgorin hesitated and said softly:

"This is a very dynamic world, but those human mages...not very easy to deal with."

Regarding Nazgorin’s answer, Grom was not sure. He remained silent for a few seconds and then said:

"Your son and my son are waiting for news of our victory in Draenor, but the appearance of these strange death knights makes me really dare not completely trust Ner'zhul, we are so desperately in need of a sufficient support Our new world..."

Speaking of which, Grom and Old Nazgorin exchanged their gazes. The two were silent at the same time. After a while, Nazgorin whispered:

"When I go back, I will pick up Garrosh, Nazgorin Jr., and the people and children as quickly as possible!"

"it is good!"

On the other side, the disaster in Dalaran soon reached the Union’s ears, Terenas Menethil was awakened from a deep sleep, and with a trace of waking breath, heard of Dalaran The last bit of tiredness of the old king was also dispelled.

"The door of darkness reopened, first Alterac City, then Dalaran. Orcs are going to start war again?"

The old king rubbed his forehead wearily, and his wise eyes were heavy. After a while, facing his royal agent, he said softly:

"Call the King's Council immediately, and then block the news! The people cannot be panicked!"

"Follow your order! Your Majesty, but the disaster in Alterac City is okay to say, but the news of the attack on Dalaran is difficult to completely block, and the City of Mage is too close to Lordaeron."

The spy replied:

"We have organized shelters for refugees in Dalaran outside Lordaeron. It is hard to hide the eyes of the people."

The old king’s fingers were beating on the edge of the throne. He was a wise king, and he would never ask his subordinates to do impossible things. Because of this, the old king’s prestige in the country was high. He also knew that the spies were telling the truth However, less than three months after the war ended, once the news of the orcs' attacks spread, the social order that had just stabilized would inevitably be challenged again.

"Then tell the people through official channels that the mages of Dalaran attracted the Black Dragon while conducting the magic experiment. The disaster of Dalaran was caused by the Black Dragon. I will communicate this with Dalaran. Things, don’t mention anything about orcs, understand?"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Just as the agent left in a hurry, the king's bodyguard came to King Terenas in full arms and whispered in his ear:

"Your Majesty, Lord Presto of Alterac is asking for advice. His men have captured the orc invaders and have heard the secrets of the orc invasion this time."

"Ok?"

A hint of fine flash flashed in the old king's eyes, Shen Sheng said:

"Finally, there is good news. Please invite Mr. Presto to come in."

At the same time, in the southern part of the mainland, a new city was being built on the site of Stormwind destroyed by orcs. After His Majesty Varian Wrynn brought immigrants back to the Kingdom of Stormwind, the most famous local architects were all Gathered together, there is an ancient organization, the Brotherhood of Stonemasons, who accepted the invitation of the royal family and participated in the reconstruction of Stormwind City.

During the reconstruction of the city, the officials of His Majesty Varian and the Kingdom of Stormwind stayed in the restored North County office. There is a famous monastery, which is one of the holy places of the Holy Light Church.

And now, in this monastery, the 17-year-old king is sitting in the secret room, listening to the battlefield report with the Windstorm Marshal Windsor.

The MI7 leader Madyas Shore pointed to the strategic map behind him and said to his king:

"According to the returns of the agents, we can now be sure that more than 30,000 orcs have been gathered in the Cursed Land, and this number is still increasing. The blood-ring orcs entrenched in Stranglethorn Vale, that is, the collapsed soldiers of the last war, also seem to be Joined this newly invaded orc tribe."

After Varian heard Shore’s return, he frowned and asked:

"Master Shoal, do you mean that the orcs invaded this time are not the same batch as the orcs in the last war?"

"Yes, I can be sure of this!"

Shoal snapped his fingers. Several agents in black leather armor walked into the chamber with some things. Master Assassin unfolded the flags and placed them in front of the king and marshal:

"This is the flag seized by the agents, Warsong, Thunder King, and the Shattered Hand clan. It almost did not appear in the last war, and according to the description of the front-line soldiers, the banner of the chieftain is also a clan we have not seen, not The original Blackrock clan, and among the orcs invading this time, there are many brown-skinned orcs, not all of them are green skins."

"Yep."

Varian nodded. He looked again at Marshal Windsor, who was frowning next to him. He asked in a low voice:

"Mr. Marshal, how many more soldiers can we make up? Thirty thousand orcs are a huge threat, and we cannot give up our nationals again."

"The farms in the wilderness of the west are almost ruined, the military food is scarce, and the people need to rest and recuperate. IMHO, Your Majesty, this is not a good time for war."

The Field Marshal thought for several minutes before answering: "Only the remaining troops can be mobilized on the front line of Redridge Mountains and the Night Watch Legion in the Twilight Forest, totaling 10,000."

"10,000 people? This is too little."

Varian is not yet a teenager, but this does not prevent him from understanding a lot of battlefield knowledge. In Lordaeron, he read every front-line battle report in full. He is very clear that in the face of 30,000 orcs, at least Only 50,000 to 70,000 soldiers are required to resist head-on.

"Excuse me, Your Majesty."

Just as Varian was thinking about strategy, the silent master assassin interrupted his thinking, and Shore coughed a little and said:

"Based on the analysis of MI7, it is highly likely that we do not need to prepare for war."

"Yep?"

Varian's eyes widened, and the Marshal looked at Master Assassin suspiciously. The latter gave a silent smile and lowered his voice:

"The Watch Tower has fewer than 3,000 defenders, and even with the Paladins and His Majesty Dai Lin’s fleet coming from North Xinjiang, there will be no more than 10,000 people, but even with these 10,000 people alone, the orcs have not been able to cross the curse. Earth and the Swamp of Sorrows, this is an abnormal war. Your Majesty, 10,000 soldiers can’t stop the orc...but now they are stuck in the cursed land. Although it looks like the battle is fierce, in fact, the orc’s camp has no direction. Traces before moving!"

Suddenly a trace of pain flashed on Shore's cheeks...and again, since the battlefield of Burning Plains, there has been a headache that broke out from time to time. In severe cases, he may even lose control of his body. Shore did not know this Where does this pain come from, but as an excellent assassin, to endure pain is his basic skill.

His fists were clenched tightly, and after a few seconds, he said in a hoarse voice:

"This shows that the orcs do not mean full invasion... They, they are probably attracting our attention, don’t forget, those orcs who flew the airspace a few days ago, they may perform some secret missions ."

"Master Shoal, your injury..."

Varian showed a concerned look. He reached out and tried to help Shore, but was rejected by the latter. Master Assassin stood up straight, his face pale, he said softly:

"No problem, only occasional tingling, let's continue..."

"Chief, there is important information!"

The agent standing at the door interrupted Shoal's description loudly. The latter hooked his finger. The agent quickly stepped forward and placed two distinct reports on the table, saluting the king and marshal. Stride away.

As the moderator of the meeting, Shore opened the two battle reports, and with just a glance, his face glowed with joy.

"Your Majesty, Marshal! Our conjecture has come true!"

"Dalaran sent a message that King Terenas convened the King's Council and notified the orc secrets discovered by Lord Presto, the aristocrat of Alterac. The orcs snatched two from Alterac and Dalaran. The items with great power are the goals of the orcs, and they have no intention of full invasion."

Shoal handed the battle report to the king, then picked up the second one, waved it in his hand, and said lightly:

"Then the reports from the agents of the Frontline Watch Tower... Orcs, began to retreat on a large scale!"

"Our country is temporarily safe."

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