Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 56 55. The Hand of War

The scream of the bronze dragon came, and Bu Laike, who was standing on the height of the royal palace, suddenly raised his head. At the end of his vision, he vaguely saw the embarrassed posture of the familiar figure falling out of the time stream.

"The baby dragon really came? Deathwing made a move? So soon?"

Bu Laike has quick eyes and quick hands. The moment Sefiel lost his sight at high altitude, he threw a hunter's mark over there. Only he could see the red light, and quickly fled towards the southern mountains in the dark night.

That's the direction of the Alterac Mountains. Is this young dragon out of his mind?

At this point in time, the depths of the mountains are simply the black dragon's stronghold!

The pirate jumped off the high place swiftly.

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

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

The pirate wasted no time. Stretching, he said to Shaw:

"I have already received the Pope's treatment, and now I have endless energy all over my body. I don't want to waste time here, and I hate this meaningless banquet.

Friends, find me a griffin, the sooner the better! "

"What's wrong?"

Seeing the urging in Bu Laike's eyes, Shaw led him out of the room.

Maris, who was on crutches, followed behind. As the three of them walked, the ranger, who had been pestered by the ladies at the banquet tonight, was having a headache and asked:

"What happened?"

"I just heard from a nobleman who has a source of information. Orgrim, the orc chieftain, has confirmed that he has appeared in the Hinterlands. That cunning bastard is heading towards the elf kingdom with his troops."

Bu Laike 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, it is said that General Turalyon is leading a team there to stop the orcs.

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

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

do you want to come with me "

"No wonder my grandmother told me before that I still have a lot of battles to fight, and that's what she meant."

A gleam flashed in Xiao Er's eyes, and he adjusted his bow tie regretfully.

Say:

"I'd love to go with you, Laike, but I'm not as free as you. I have to meet Prince Varian Wrynn tomorrow to report on our actions.

So, you go first.

I will come later.

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

Xiao Er patted Bu Laike on the shoulder, and Maris also hugged and bid farewell to him. There was not much to hold back, only blessings to the soldiers, they were still young.

Sooner or later they will meet again.

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

In the corridor far from the banquet hall, Shaw summoned a royal squire in the armor of the Stormwind Kingdom, and instructed him to take Bo Laike to the court's griffin pen.

In the current situation where the Wildhammer dwarves, who are good at training and riding griffins, have not yet formed an alliance with the alliance, mounts such as griffins that can carry people in flight are quite rare.

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

With Laike's current status as an alliance warrior, he temporarily rented one end and went to the battlefield again, so naturally no one would come to stop him.

Ten minutes later, Bu Laike, who was riding on the saddle of the griffin, grabbed the reins and hugged his body around the furry griffin's neck as the loud dwarf had instructed.

Let this ferocious and brave sky beast carry him straight into the sky.

The place he was going to was the Hinterlands, the hometown of the Wildhammer dwarves. This well-trained griffin knew the way, so he didn't need a special dwarf rider to follow him.

"where to!"

Bo Laike hugged the griffin's neck, and he looked around high in the sky, slapped the griffin's neck, pointed south in terrible dwarves, and kept yelling.

The griffin howled in dissatisfaction.

It probably feels that this human being has a lot of things.

However, under the constant tension of Bu Laike, he slightly changed direction and flew towards the direction where the bronze dragonfly was escaping.

There was a light in Bo Laike's eyes.

He wants to completely end his grievances with that annoying young dragon who has been following him tonight.

——

In the royal 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 past leisurely time during this war period, which made everyone very satisfied.

But the real big shots left the ballroom early.

In the court council hall of King Terenas II of Lordaeron, a group of people who were invited were gathering here, and in the center of the venue where the nobles were supposed to wrangle, was 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, with gray temples, but hale and hearty Terenas II, holding his own scepter, standing by the window, wearing a blue robe and holding a red The Archmage of the Crystal Staff asked:

"Is it some kind of beast?"

"No, Your Majesty."

An extremely beautiful white bearded archmage Antonidas shook his head. The leader of the magic city-state Dalaran turned around and explained to King Terenas:

"That's the dragon's roar."

"dragon?"

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

The face of the representative of the royal family 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 aren't evil, they're just possessed by orcs."

The archmage was a little helpless.

He is knowledgeable and one of the rare wise men among human beings who has dabbled in the knowledge of giant dragons. However, it is too difficult to explain the secrets of giant dragons to the high-level people in front of him.

That's not the subject of tonight either.

So the Archmage said very briefly:

"You don't have to worry, any giant dragon that wants to attack Lordaeron has to step through Dalaran's magic defense line first, and there was pain in the dragon roar just now.

It should have been attacked by some force.

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

The Archmage reassured the hearts of the people, and made a "please" gesture to Marshal Lothar who was wearing ceremonial armor.

Beside King Terenas, the tall alliance commander Lothar, who was over half a hundred years old, nodded. This marshal with the unique Thoradin ribbon on his body was holding a long pole in his hand, and nodded on the big sand table in front of him. point.

He resumed the topic he had just interrupted.

Well, on another note, he is indeed a middle-aged man with a good temperament. Apart from his tall stature, his hair is also neatly combed, but he still can't hide the sparseness in the center of his head.

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

He said:

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

Our dwarf friend is certainly brave,

But the enemy they faced was too powerful, so they asked us for help, and General Turalyon, who was originally stationed in the hilly area, had already rushed to the Hinterlands with his knights.

They intend to establish a line of defense there."

"This is so stupid!"

Before Lothar finished speaking, a young representative in Gilneas black and green dress interrupted.

He said a little rudely:

"Isn't General Turalyon's mission to cooperate with General Gavinrad to defend the hilly defense line? Maybe you don't care. After all, both the Kingdom of Stormgard and the Kingdom of Lordaeron have terrain advantages.

But we in Gilneas don't!

Lord Darius K Luo Lei and our brave soldiers of Gilneas, in the undefended Silverpine Forest, were forced to compete repeatedly with those brutal orc wolf cavalry.

We have defended the borders of the battlefield for the Alliance, and have suffered heavy losses.

But we have no complaints!

For we know that if the Orcs are not 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 using our precious power to support alien races, right? "

These words immediately won the approval of many people present. A knight with the rank of colonel even directly said:

"Your Excellency, Lord Godfrey's words are correct. The Wildhammer dwarves are not copperbeard dwarves. They are not our traditional allies. They did not respond to our request for an alliance at the beginning of the war.

Even with the orcs already ashore, there is a reluctance to open up the area around Aerie Hill as a resting place for our wounded.

If the Wildhammer dwarves had supported them in the Battle of the Hills, the orcs would not have captured Southsea so easily.

With all due respect, Marshal.

They don't deserve what we pay to help them. "

The knight-colonel was not unknown.

His name is Osmar Garithos, and he was born in a noble family. He is currently stationed in Andorhal, a city bordering the Kingdom of Lordaeron and the hills, which is also the border of the East Weld region.

He fought bravely, led the army to meet the retreating legion in the Battle of the Hills, and won several battles. He received a lot of praise in the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and at the same time won the trust of King Terenas.

There are gossip that perhaps Colonel Garithers will soon become 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 still needs to create more heroes.

Facing these voices of rebuttal, Marshal Lothar was not angry.

The commander-in-chief, who was slightly bald, acted very rationally. After everyone had finished their opinions, the marshal finally said:

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

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

Its existence will block the way for the orc chieftain to retreat to the hills. I just got the exact news from Prince Kael'thas.

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 this means? "

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

"Before the orcs defeated us, they provoked themselves another powerful opponent! The high elves will hold back their vanguard!"

Colonel Garithos, who had spoken out against it just now, was almost lying on the sand table, and shouted excitedly:

"It's a quagmire! Stupid orcs have stepped into it, and without the shortcut to the Hinterlands, the majestic Alterac Mountains will block them.

It will take at least a month for them to detour and return to the hills! We have to defeat our Lordaeron's brave soldiers along the way, and we will fight to the last!

Don't let them come back so easily!

As long as we seize this opportunity, launch a major counterattack on the hills and encircle them from all sides, the army of orcs left in the hills will be finished! "

Garithos raised his head and looked at the smiling Marshal Lothar with admiration, and his explanation made everyone in the hall understand the marshal's next plan.

"Everyone."

Marshal Lothar held the ceremonial sword at his waist, looked at the sand table, and said with a final word:

"The orc warchief was too desperate for victory, they were in too much haste, and they made a terrible mistake that would cost them forever.

Next, we will launch a hunting counterattack in the hills.

Our warriors in the shadows have taken out the thorny Burning Blade clan for us, and this victory has broken the will of the orcs!

As long as Lordaeron's army in the Stratholme region is strong enough, as long as the Alterac Kingdom can hold the mountain pass and prevent Orgrim Doomhammer from returning to the hills.

Then we will win this war!

The dawn of victory has arrived, right in front of 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 Griffon Knights of the Wildhammer dwarves will become our air force.

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

The tragedy of the Kul Tiras Third Fleet and Prince Drake Proudmoore will never happen again. "

(end of this chapter)