Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 56 55. The Hand of War

  The scream of the bronze dragon came, and Blake, who was standing high in the royal palace, suddenly raised his head. At the end of his line of sight, he vaguely saw the embarrassed gesture of that familiar figure falling out of the time stream.

   "That baby dragon is really here? Deathwing shot? So fast?"

  Blake's eyes and hands were quick, and the moment Sefir was out of his sight at high altitude, he threw a hunter's mark in the past. Only the red light he could see, he quickly fled towards the mountains in the south in the dark night.

   That is the direction of the Alterac Mountains, is this young dragon out of his mind?

   At this point in time, the depths of the mountain range are simply the base camp of the Black Dragon!

  The pirates jumped off the heights quickly.

   He rushed into the aisle in front of the banquet hall and found Shaw who was standing at the window with Maris in the lounge, looking out.

   They had obviously heard that strange desolate beast roar just now.

  The pirate didn't waste time, he stretched his body and said to Shore:

   "I have been treated by the Pope, and now I have a lot of energy in my body, I don't want to waste time here, and I hate this meaningless banquet.

  Friend, find me a gryphon, the sooner the better! "

"What's wrong?"

  Shore saw the urging in Blake's eyes and led him out of the room.

   Maris, who was leaning on crutches, followed behind, and the three walked as the three walked. The ranger, who had been entangled in a headache by the ladies at the banquet tonight, asked:

   "Did something happen?"

   "I just heard from a noble with news channels that Orgrim, the orc chieftain, has confirmed his presence in the Hinterlands, and that cunning **** took his troops to the Elf Kingdom."

   Black lowered his voice and said to his two friends;

   "You can go to your grandmother to confirm that the Alliance military should have received the news that it is said that General Turalyon is leading a team to stop the orcs there.

   I'm going to change the battlefield to continue hunting orcs.

  Maris is going home to rest, he can't continue fighting, Shaw, how about you?

   Do you want to go with me? "

   "No wonder my grandmother told me before that I still have a lot of battles to fight, so she meant it."

   A gleam of light flashed in Shaw's eyes, and he regretfully adjusted his bow tie.

Say:

   "I'd love to go with you, Black, but I'm not as free as you are. I'll see Prince Varian Wrynn tomorrow and report on our actions.

   So, you go first.

  I'll come later.

   Remember not to kill all the orcs, save a few for me. "

  Shore patted Blake on the shoulder, and Maris also hugged and said goodbye to him. There was not much retention, only blessings for the warriors, they were all still young.

   They will meet again sooner or later.

   And now, the war that everyone is involved in now requires the strength of each of them.

  In the hallway far from the banquet hall, Shaw summoned a royal squire in Stormwind Kingdom armor and instructed him to take Black to the court's gryphon bar.

  In today's Wildhammer dwarves who are good at training and riding griffins and have not yet allied with the Alliance, the mounts that can carry people to fly are quite rare.

   However, as the royal court of Lordaeron, a powerful human nation, there are specially invited dwarves to train griffins.

   As Black's current status as a warrior of the Alliance, he temporarily rented one end and went to the battlefield again, so naturally no one would come to stop him.

   Ten minutes later, Black, who was riding on the saddle of the Griffin, grabbed the reins and hugged the furry Griffin's neck as instructed by the loud-sounding dwarf just now.

   Let this fierce and brave sky beast carry himself straight into the sky.

  The place he is going is the Hinterlands, the homeland of the Wildhammer dwarves. This well-trained gryphon knows the way and does not need specialized dwarven riders to follow.

"where to!"

  Black hugged the griffin's neck, he looked left and right high in the sky, slapped the griffin's neck, pointed south in terrible Dwarven, and kept shouting.

   Griffin howled in dissatisfaction.

   Probably thinks this human being has a lot of things.

   But as Black kept pulling and stiffening, he changed his direction slightly and flew towards the direction the bronze young dragon escaped.

  Blake's eyes shone brightly.

   Tonight, he will completely end his feud with the nasty young dragon that has been following him.

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  The court of Lordaeron, the final ball in the banquet hall is still going on.

  The nobles spent an unforgettable night, and it is rare to find time to look back on the leisure time in the past during this war period, making everyone very satisfied.

   But the real bigwigs left the banquet hall early.

In the court council hall of King Terenas II of Lordaeron, a group of people who were invited to come here are gathered here. In the center of the venue where the nobles were originally arguing, there is a huge sand table. .

   However, this strategic meeting, chaired by Marshal Lothar himself, was interrupted just now.

   "Master Antonidas, that roar just now"

Sitting on the main seat, dressed in casual clothes, his temples are already gray, but the spirit of Terenas II, holding his scepter in his hand, is standing by the window, wearing a blue robe, holding a red robe. The Archmage of the Crystal Staff asked:

   "Is it some kind of beast?"

   "No, Your Majesty."

  Antonidas, the archmage with a pair of repaired and extremely beautiful white long beards, shook his head. The leader of the magical city-state of Dalaran turned around and explained to King Terenas:

   "That's the dragon's roar."

"dragon?"

   Not only the king, except for a few generals who had participated in the sea-crossing war of sniping orcs in Nanhai Town that day, everyone in the hall looked at each other in dismay.

   The face of the royal family representative from Alterac suddenly turned pale.

   He asked in horror:

   "Is it the evil red dragon? Orcs driving the red dragon to attack the city?"

   "No sir. Red dragons are not evil, they are just controlled by orcs."

  The Archmage was a little helpless.

   He is very knowledgeable, and is rare among humans. He is a wise man who has dabble in the knowledge of giant dragons, but it is too difficult to explain the secrets of giant dragons to these high-level leaders who are different in quality and bad.

   This is also not the theme of tonight.

   So the Archmage said very briefly:

   "You don't have to worry, any dragon wants to attack Lordaeron, it must first step through the magical defense line of Dalaran, and the dragon roar just now is full of pain.

   It should have been attacked by some kind of force.

   Now that the Tirisfal area has been evacuated, it's not something you should worry about, let's move on to discussing where the war is headed. "

The Archmage    soothed people's hearts, and made a "please" gesture to Marshal Lothar in the ceremonial armor.

Beside King Terenas, over fifty years old, the tall Alliance Commander Lothar nodded. The Marshal with the unique Thoradin sash on his body held a long pole in his hand and clicked on the big sand table in front of him. point.

   He continued the topic that was interrupted just now.

  Well, by the way, he is indeed a very temperamental middle-aged uncle. In addition to his tall stature, his hair is neatly combed, but he can't hide the sparseness in the center of his head.

   Maybe in a few years, he will be completely bald.

He says:

   "Orgrim Doomhammer is now in the Hinterlands, and they allied with the local Amani trolls and attacked the Eagle's Nest Mountain, where the Wildhammer dwarves live.

   Our dwarf friends are brave,

   But the enemy he faced was too strong, so he asked us for help, and General Turalyon, who was originally stationed in the hilly area, has taken his knights and rushed to the Hinterlands.

  They intend to build a line of defense there.”

   "This is so stupid!"

  Lothar's words were not finished when a young representative in a Gilneas black and green dress interrupted.

   He exclaimed a little rudely:

   "General Turalyon's mission, isn't it to cooperate with General Gavinrad and stick to the hilly defense line? Maybe you don't care, after all, both the Kingdom of Stromgard and the Kingdom of Lordaeron have terrain advantages.

   But not us in Gilneas!

   Lord Darius Crowley and our brave soldiers of Gilneas were forced to repeatedly fight for the front line with those brutal orc wolf cavalry in the safe Silverpine Forest.

  We have clung to the frontiers of the battlefield for the Alliance and have suffered heavy losses.

   But we have no complaints!

   Because we know that if the orcs cannot be stopped, all kingdoms will suffer terrible disasters.

   Marshal Lothar, I do not doubt your strategic vision.

   But I think, even if we really want to divide our troops, we should help us humans first, instead of supporting aliens with precious strength, right? "

   These words immediately won the approval of many people present, and a knight with the rank of colonel directly said:

   "Your Majesty, Lord Godfrey is right, the Wildhammers are not Bronzebeards, they are not our traditional allies, and they did not respond to our request for an alliance early in the war.

   Even when the orcs have landed, they are reluctant to open up the area around Eagle's Nest Mountain as a resting point for our wounded.

  If the Wildhammer dwarves supported them in the battle of the hills, the orcs would not have taken Southsea so easily.

   IMHO, Marshal.

   They don't deserve so much to help them. "

   This knight colonel is not unknown.

   His name is Osmar Garithers. He was born into a noble family. Now he leads his army and is stationed in Andorhal, the city bordering the hills of Lordaeron, which is also the border of the East Wilder region.

  He fought valiantly, led the army to meet the retreating legions in the Battle of the Hills, and won several victories, won a lot of praise in the kingdom of Lordaeron, and won the trust of King Terenas.

   There is a rumour that perhaps Colonel Garithers will soon be a brigadier general.

   In this difficult time of war, the establishment of the Knights of the Silver Hand can inspire the courage of the people, but the Kingdom of Lordaeron needs to create more heroes.

   In the face of these rebuttals, Marshal Lothar was not angry.

   This commander with a slight sign of baldness is very rational. After everyone has said their opinions, the marshal finally said:

   "I understand your doubts, but I still support General Turalyon's actions.

   Because that line of defense in the Hinterlands isn't just to protect the Wildhammer dwarves, folks.

   Its existence will block the way for the Orc Chieftain to return to the hills. I have received exact news from Prince Kael'thas just now.

The vanguard of the    orcs has entered Eversong Forest and launched an attack on the kingdom of Quel'Thalas a few days ago.

   Do you know what that means? "

   Marshal Lothar's question made the entire conference hall suddenly quiet. The representatives of the various kingdoms may not know much about military affairs, but all the soldiers present were immediately brightened.

   "The orcs have provoked themselves another formidable opponent before they can defeat us! The high elves will hold back their vanguard!"

   Colonel Garithers, who had spoken against it just now, would almost lie on the sand table and shouted excitedly:

   "That's a quagmire! As soon as the foolish orcs step in, without the shortcuts of the Hinterlands, the mighty Alterac Mountains will block them.

  It will take at least a month for them to detour back to the hills! And along the way to defeat our brave soldiers of Lordaeron, and we, even if we fight to the last one!

   will not let them come back so easily!

   As long as we seize this opportunity, launch a big counterattack in the hills, encircle it on all sides, and the army of the orcs left in the hills will be over! "

   Garithers raised his head and looked at Marshal Lothar with a look of admiration, and his explanation made everyone in the hall understand the next plan of the Marshal.

   "Everyone."

   Marshal Lothar held the ritual saber on his waist. He looked at the sand table and said with a firm voice:

   "The Orc Warchiefs were so desperate for victory, they were so anxious, they made a terrible mistake that would cost them all.

   Next, we will launch a hunting counter attack in the hills.

  Our warriors in the shadows have taken out the troublesome Fireblade clan for us, and this victory has shattered the will of the orcs!

   As long as Lordaeron's army in Stratholme is strong enough, and as long as the Kingdom of Alterac can hold the mountain pass, Orgrim Doomhammer will not be allowed to return to the hills.

  Then this war, we will win!

   The dawn of victory has come, right before our eyes!

   In addition, there is no need to worry about the threat from the red dragon controlled by the orcs. General Turalyon has sent back the news that the Gryphon Knight troops of the Wildhammer dwarves will become our air power.

   They will be responsible for keeping the orcs' red dragons raging.

   Kul Tiras Third Fleet, and the tragedy of Prince Drake Proudmoore, will not happen again. "

   (end of this chapter)