Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

The news of the Lich King's attack caused a violent shock in the undead army. The officers were inevitably distracted by the turmoil, and the control of the undead on the front line was also weakened.

Nawaz was keenly aware of the opportunity to destroy the enemy, and when the undead were just getting acquainted with the night elves and other races, they suddenly changed their plan and launched an offensive during the day.

The already distracted undead were ill-prepared and suffered heavy losses in the raid, so they had to abandon the collapsed defense line and retreat.

The stalemate in the battle finally turned around. Nawaz led his army into the interior of Ankahet in one go, regaining one-third of the urban area.

The third that the night elves occupied happened to include the lair where Anub'brakhan hid his eggs, and the nerubians returned to the hidden hive with anticipation and apprehension.

Seeing that the worm nest was as calm as when he left, Anubrekan finally let out a sigh of relief.

After regaining his senses, Anubrekan hurriedly ordered, "Quick! Move all the eggs to a safe place. The nerubians will never cut off our generation, and we must protect our future hope!"

At this time, Nawaz's battle line has advanced to the vicinity of the Moonsong Forest, which he can tell from the thick roots of the world tree underground.

"Keep up! Drive the undead out of the Moonsong Forest in one go, think about your relatives and friends, we can't let these dangerous guys lie in ambush under our home!"

The opportunity has been lost. Although the Lich King has repeatedly emphasized the safety of the throne and let the undead officers concentrate on the battlefield, facing the night elves with high morale and strong combat effectiveness, the underground undead army was gradually driven out of Ankahet. city.

Ankahet, which occupies a huge area, almost covers the entire underground area of ​​Moonsong Forest. Taking it back will ensure that the undead cannot use the underground passages to launch sneak attacks on the night elves.

Seeing the arrival of a new wave of undead reinforcements, Nawaz did not pursue them relentlessly. He stabilized the plow rake on the northern border of Ankahet City, put on a defensive posture, and calmly repelled the undead counterattack many times.

Having ensured the hope of the future of the Nerubians and taking back the capital where they have lived for generations, Anubrekan and the Nerubians are full of energy.

Under Andrea's order, these buggers who were good at transforming their homes only took more than a month to build a simple city wall on the northern border of Ankahet City near the forces of the undead.

Although the city wall is still relatively fragile and the cement is not yet dry, as long as it can defend the undead's counterattack and reinforce the city wall several times, there will be a solid barrier in the north of Ankahet.

It is also impossible for the undead insects to dig down the city wall from a deeper ground. Nawaz, who had been prepared for a long time, buried a number of gems infused with the power of moonlight in the foundation below the city wall, forming a within a certain range. A magic circle that expels the undead.

Any undead who dared to enter the range of the magic circle would continue to be burned by the power of light. The closer the distance, the stronger the effect. It would be difficult to sneak into the rear without breaking the city wall.

The situation in Northrend temporarily calmed down with the stability of the city wall. Seeing that nothing could be done, Ner'zhul simply ordered the army to retreat, but he reserved a large number of undead bugs to prevent the nerubians from the night elves' side Launch a sneak attack.

...

The war in Northrend that lasted for nearly a year involved a lot of Andrea's energy. During this period, the situation in the Eastern Continent continued to deteriorate.

The successively breached orc prisoner-of-war camps added a large number of new forces to the merged Frostwolf and Warsong clans. The scale of the roving orcs gradually exceeded the control of the northern countries, and a single country was unable to stop the orcs' actions.

Since the old lair of the Frostwolf clan is located in the Alterac snow-capped mountains, and the main force of the orcs stays in the hills of Hillsbrad, Alterac has sent troops to crusade many times without success.

When King Barov urgently asked for help from countries such as Stormgard, Gilneas, Xilud and Kul Tiras, the new leader of the orcs was also worried about the future of the orcs.

Go'el received Orgrim's careful teaching, and his overall outlook and strategic thinking are much better than ordinary orcs.

He clearly sees the hidden dangers behind the seemingly optimistic situation today. The human countries in the north have not really exerted their strength.

Once the humans united again under the pressure of the orcs, the isolated and helpless tribes could only be besieged in this fertile hilly area.

Many alliance veterans from the last war are still in the armies of various countries, and some soldiers who have made great achievements have even been promoted to grassroots officers.

In contrast, most of the orcs who had just been rescued from the prisoner-of-war camp were exhausted, and the side effects of the demon blood were still affecting them.

Even if shamanic healing spells can relieve this exhaustion of the soul, it is only a palliative, not a permanent solution.

The Frostwolf clan took the lead in restoring the shaman tradition, but the new shaman of a single clan could not cover the ever-increasing number of tribal orcs.

The disparity in combat power made Goel a little pessimistic about the future of the tribe. Recently, he often took out the map of the eastern continent to find out whether there was a new home suitable for the survival of the orcs.

But the result is no.

The layout of the Eastern Continent is too crowded, and the countries and races on this continent have already filled up all the unclaimed lands.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky and sighing, it was difficult for Goel to explain his troubles to others.

"Guyle."

A one-armed old orc walked up to Goel and patted him on the shoulder, "What's the matter? You rescued the last orc in the shelter. You should celebrate with your own people."

"Orgrim..." Goel shook his head with a wry smile, "You know what I'm worried about."

"Ha~" Orgrim took a sip from the jug, and breathed out comfortably, "Of course I know, but that's not the reason for you to show your sorrow in front of other clansmen."

"look."

Orgrim pointed at the restrained orcs not far away with the jug, and they turned their gazes to Goel from time to time, and the uneasiness and hesitation in their eyes made Goel sink in his heart.

"got it?"

Orgrim relaxed and leaned against the big tree in the camp and explained, "As a leader, your every move will be watched by your clansmen and enemies, they will feel your worries, and they can empathize with your joy. arrive."

Goyle let out a long breath, rubbed his cheeks and stood up from the tree stump with a stiff smile on his face.

"I see, thank you, Orgrim."

"Here comes the wine!" Goyle raised his arms and shouted, "Let's celebrate today, who dares to compete with me!"

Satisfied to see Goel reintegrated into the celebration, Orgrim slightly closed his eyes to relieve his mental exhaustion.

As he grew older, the great chief felt more and more powerless, not only the missing arm, but his entire body function was declining, and his energy was not as abundant as when he was in his prime.

"Sand~"

The sound of footsteps crossing the grass caused Orgrim to open his eyes vigilantly, "...Grom?"

"it's me."

Grom sat down next to Orgrim heavily, and touched Orgrim with his leather wine bag.

"Come on, let us two old guys drink together, let the young people cheer."

"Gudong~"

"ha!"

Throwing his head back and drinking a whole bag of Alterac spirits he snatched, Grom relaxed and lay flat on the soft grass, looking at the stars in the night sky and asked, "Orgrim, do you really decide to let that Frostwolf pups taking over the Horde?"

"That's right." Orgrim glanced at Grom, and said with a smile, "I know what you're thinking, Goel is definitely not the kind of young and reckless brat."

"He perfectly inherited Durotan's wisdom and foresight. Under the teaching of Drek'Thar, he also inherited the ideas passed down from generation to generation of the Frostwolf clan."

"Unity and coexistence."