War Hymn of Warcraft [WOW]

Garrosh inspected his Warsong Expeditionary Force, which was composed of old Warsong troops and orcs left over from Outland. The Warsong tribe left by his father and the Mag'har were well integrated, and there was no discrimination.

This is already the fifteenth day since the Warsong Expeditionary Army landed on Icecrown Glacier, and the tireless Scourge of the Undead is still constantly attacking the fort that Garrosh himself built. Garrosh knew that just to the east of his camp, the Alliance army was under the same attack. All the armies on both sides have to do is to attract a small number of self-conscious Scourge and let them focus all their eyes on this place.

Neither the Alliance nor the Horde thought of completely eradicating tens of millions of natural disasters. Zhan Zhixing, Jaina, Bolvar, Tirion, Velen... Countless hero-level powerhouses on Azeroth are discussing strategies to save the Lich King, and Sylvanas even personally let a team be forgotten Those who act as experiments, cooperate with their actions.

Speaking of Sylvanas, Garrosh heard that she was gloomy and creepy looking. But since meeting Veresa, she exudes youth and vitality. She once made it clear that if Arthas could really be redeemed, she would not indulge in revenge, but would settle in Dalaran with her sister, as the special envoy of the Horde in Dalaran. She has even planned that she will go to Outland with her sister to search for traces of her eldest sister.

Thinking of Outland, Garrosh couldn't help but think of the people he met in Outland back then. He took a deep breath, and the water vapor in his mouth instantly condensed into a white mist in the cold air of Northrend and dissipated in mid-air. I don't know what's going on with Zhan Zhixing, since the two of them spent a fairly happy time in Outland, one incident after another happened one after another. Fortress of Storms, Alliance Summit, Caverns of Time, Northern Expedition... As the leaders of their respective races, the two were destined to undertake their own tasks and missions, and had to be displaced in the environment of Azeroth.

Forget it, go back and prepare for the next stage of the battle preparation plan, maybe when I will be recruited to the Icecrown Citadel as a breakthrough force. Garrosh shook his head helplessly. With only a few commanders here, Garrosh really couldn't let go of his mind. He wants to speculate on all possible actions of the Scourge, and pave the way for his successor in the future.

Once Zhan Zhixing's research on the Lich King yields results, all the heroes on the main road will gather together to break into the depths of the Icecrown Glacier and rescue the prince trapped on the throne. Although so far, most people have maintained a wait-and-see attitude on whether the Lich King can abandon evil and do good, but it is undeniable that most people still have a glimmer of hope.

"Lord Chief, Great Chief Thrall is waiting for you in the central chamber!" A green-skinned orc ran over from the depths of Warsong Castle, looking at Garrosh with fanatical eyes.

Garrosh nodded slightly, and saluted the orc: "Understood, I'll be right there."

Walking on the way to the center of Warsong Hold, Garrosh realized that Thrall had brought his Kor'kron guards over. Every Kor'kron guard looked at Garrosh with a little fanaticism and approval in their eyes, as if they were not Thrall's personal guards, and the object of allegiance should be Garrosh.

Garrosh has gotten used to this look recently, not only because of his identity as the son of Grom, but also because he just defeated Thrall, the shaman priest who is the great chieftain of the tribe in Orgrimmar. Since Thrall refused to send troops to Northrend, Garrosh had no choice but to choose the toughest way: a one-on-one duel to solve this problem.

Now it seems that Garrosh's toughness still has great benefits. The current commander of the Forsaken, Sylvanas, and the blood elf prince Kael'thas are relatively satisfied with the newly appointed chieftain of the Warsong tribe. view. Due to Garrosh's close relationship with the Alliance, Tyrande had praised Garrosh many times in front of the tauren chief Kane Bloodhoof, which made the old tauren quite satisfied with Garrosh. Although at present, the Darkspear tribe led by Vol'jin doesn't particularly like this outsider from Outland, Garrosh's overall reputation among the tribe is still good.

Lifting the curtain of the central meeting room of Warsong Castle to block the snowstorm and strong wind, Garrosh shook the snowflakes on his body at the door, took off the cloak for cold protection, and stepped into the central meeting room. On the main seat of the conference hall, Thrall was bowing his head and thinking about something, and beside him was Thrall's chief aide, Eitrigg, the best friend of Master Zhan Zhixing's master Tirion.

King Saurfang, Vol'jin, Sylvanas, Kane Bloodhoof, Baine Bloodhoof, Hamuul Runetotem, Lor'themar Theron, Rommath...these are all present A heroic powerhouse, even Kael'thas, who just woke up from a coma, sat limply on a chair, meditating on something quietly.

The joy was evident on Thrall's face at the sight of Garrosh entering. He smiled, pointed to the first seat on his left and said to Garrosh, "Come and sit, Garrosh, I'm waiting for you."

On the continent of Azeroth, the left is the most respected, and the position of the left one just proves Thrall's trust in Garrosh. From the bottom of his heart, Garrosh still had a good impression of this shaman. Although Garrosh had greatly discredited him on the issue of the expedition to Northrend, he didn't have the slightest grievance in his heart, and still trusted Garrosh very much.

Garrosh took off some cold-proof plate armor, revealing the white shirt and hard-covered muscles under the plate armor, and took his seat as Thrall ordered. Thrall knocked on the table, attracted everyone's attention, and began to speak:

"According to the information from the Alliance, the rescue plan for Alsace has been prepared. Tomorrow, the Alliance and Horde armies will jointly dispatch to the Icecrown Fortress. The cleansing of the inside of the fortress will all be handed over to us heroes. to carry out. And after we enter the Icecrown Citadel, the command of the operation needs to be entrusted to other people of the semi-heroic and pseudo-heroic ranks."

Speaking of this, Saarna's azure blue pupils swept across the audience. Saurfang, Garrosh, and Sylvanas stationed in Northrend reported their work one after another:

"The recent work plan for the Warsong Expeditionary Force has been fully completed. As long as we are successfully escorted into Icecrown Citadel, the retreat route of the Warsong Expeditionary Force has been formulated." Garrosh was the first to speak. The Alliance and the Horde sent troops this time. The main purpose is to **** their group of heroes to the Icecrown Citadel. In the face of endless natural disasters, the heroes are easily outnumbered. The interior of Icecrown Citadel is the Lich King's fortress, and the Lich King only allows undead who have reached a certain level to enter. Once they reach Icecrown Citadel, the Sea of ​​Scourge cannot threaten them from the Lich King's might.

"The Horde advance army will retreat in parallel with the Warsong Expeditionary Army." Saurfang's words were always brief, without too many explanations. The Horde's advance army included the blood elf army and the tauren army, and they were all commanded by Saurfang.

"My army can easily retreat at any time," Cirvanas said impatiently—anyone who just chatted with her former prince and lover was interrupted in the middle, she would be impatient, "No matter what we say The Forsaken are also undead, and the Scourge is also undead, and the undead will not actively attack the undead."

Thrall is very pleased with this. Although he has been focusing on the development of Orgrimmar and has no scruples about the dynamics of the Northern Expedition, both his subordinates and partners are very reliable: "That's good , if that’s the case, let’s just wait for the dispatch tomorrow morning!”

After the meeting was completed, everyone returned to their tents and assigned tasks to the soldiers. Since Garrosh had always been preparing for war, he only entrusted a few lieutenants, and Garrosh returned to his residence to recharge his energy and prepare for tomorrow's fierce battle.

Garrosh's residence in Warsong Hold was no different from Mag'har's before. There was a bonfire in the narrow room, and the floor was covered with animal skins. Anyway, Zhan Zhixing wasn't there, so to Garrosh, it really didn't matter what his house looked like.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from outside the door, and Garrosh touched the battle ax vigilantly, but the figure in front of him surprised Garrosh.

Familiar bright golden eyes, board-inch short hair, a shiny golden yellow plate armor, and a shield hanging behind him... After entering the room, he smirked at Garrosh, looking very simple and honest.

"Zhan Zhixing?!"

Garrosh really did not expect that Zhan Zhixing would come to the Warsong camp at this moment. Zhan Zhixing shook the snowflakes on his body, put the plate armor into the package, and smiled:

"We haven't seen each other for so long, do you miss me?"

Garrosh still couldn't believe it, he stood up and hugged Zhan Zhixing. The cold air from Zhan Zhixing's body pierced through the thin layer of shirt and rushed directly to Garrosh's body, making Garrosh sure that everything was real.

"Don't make trouble, Garrosh, I'm cold..." Although Zhan Zhixing missed Garrosh very much, after all, he just came back from the icy and snowy environment outside, and his body was still a little cold. Garrosh didn't care about this, he gently stroked Zhan Zhixing's back, his voice mixed with a little grievance: "It's been so long, you didn't know to come and see me..."

"Hey, don't be cute, I'm here..." Zhan Zhixing knew he was wrong, smiled brightly, and didn't say anything. Naxxramas, Dalaran, Emerald Dreamland, Light's Hope Chapel... Things happened one after another during this period, Zhan Zhixing really felt a little distracted.

Even tonight, the alliance had to do tactical analysis all night. In the name of "giving Kael'thas a pet", Zhan Zhixing slipped out with Ao, who was actually a little yellow chicken named Phoenix. No, as soon as he threw Al to Kael'thas who was pursuing Cirvanas, Zhan Zhixing asked Garrosh's residence and sneaked over.

At some point, Garrosh's voice suddenly became hasty, and Zhan Zhixing felt something **** his thigh. He looked down at the impatient Garrosh, and smiled helplessly:

"Hey Gal, you think about those things when you see me, it's too…"

"Aren't you hardened too?" Garrosh blocked Zhan Zhixing's mouth, choking out the words behind him in a panting sound.

The night is still long...

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Entering the final battle tomorrow, the Lich King will be dragged up soon...