Menethil's Power

Chapter 8 Red and Blue

"You must give an explanation, Terenas!" Alterac King Aiden Perenolde yelled at the King of Lordaeron angrily, "Aridan's injury is very serious, and his guards have two One even broke all his ribs, and all of this is a good thing that your adopted son indulged his subordinates to do!"

"A rational and calm attitude will help us handle disputes better, Aiden." Terenas said gently, as if nothing could cause the old man to have huge emotional fluctuations.

"Enough, Terenas." Perenolde said, the always cunning ruler has been a little flustered recently, "Alterac's dignity has been violated," his nervous voice seemed a little harsh , "If I don't get an apology and compensation, I will sever diplomatic relations with Lordaeron, and even quit the alliance directly."

"It is not a good idea to elevate the conflict between the two princes to the level of national diplomacy, His Majesty King Aiden," Isaacs, who was at the side, smiled brightly, "In fact, it is Lordaeron whose dignity has been violated. Prince Eridan insulted me and my guards with very inappropriate words, maybe we should talk about this. Of course I am very sorry for his injuries, but young people should always have a chance to make up for their mistakes. I will if you agree Heal him personally."

The corners of Perenolde's mouth began to twitch. Just as he was about to say something, Terenas' voice suddenly sounded, "Then let's deal with it like this. Now it's time to talk about business. Lord Lothar has arrived." He glanced at Isaacs, who refused to leave innocently, sighed, "Okay, you can stay and listen."

Perenolde clenched his fists secretly. He knew that the denunciation was over, but he could do nothing about it. Alterac was just a small mountainous country, no matter in terms of wealth, population, or military, it was in front of Lordaeron. Just a weak kid.Even the kid who wasn't a king was bossing him around, he thought angrily, if Alterac was the only human kingdom...

The door of the throne room opened, and Anduin Lothar and Khadgar walked in, followed by four newly promoted paladins, namely Uther, Tirion Fordring, Saidan Dathrohan As well as young Turalyon, Lothar clearly recognized their bravery and loyalty.Then came the leaders of various countries and some senior military officers.The second military meeting of the alliance is being held now. Previously, only the amount of troops and supplies provided by each country was determined. The general strategy, related personnel transfer orders, and war compensation have not yet been discussed. Isaacs sat on the edge consciously. It's not rude and easy to observe.

Lothar spoke, "Everyone, the latest news from the scouts. The tribe has occupied Khaz Modan and started to use the mines there to build ships. Our time is running out." He paused for a while until the hall in the hall The discussion disappeared, "This also confirms our previous guess that the Horde will not choose the Sador Bridge as the direction of attack, but it does not rule out the possibility of a surprise attack. Your Majesty Solas," he looked at King Stromgarde, "I still It is recommended that the bridge be destroyed."

Thoras Trollbane nodded, "Thousands of barrels of dwarf gunpowder have been placed on the bridge, and they will be detonated as soon as they see the shadow of an orc."

"This is not safe, Your Majesty. Once the tribe chooses to attack on a rainy day, the gunpowder will be useless." Lothar pointed out, "I still recommend that you destroy it immediately."

Solas was silent, and after a while he said with difficulty: "You are right, I shouldn't take chances."

"The Alliance will remember the sacrifice of Stromgarde." Lothar said that the Sardor Bridge, as the only passage connecting the north and south continents, is of great significance to Stromgarde, and Solas's feelings of gain and loss are completely understandable.

"The next step is the landing point of the tribe, uh, does His Highness Isaacs have any ideas?" Lothar could only ask helplessly when he saw someone's raised hand.

"Southshore," Isaacs said in a breath, "there are three reasons. First, the ships that the tribe hastily built must have a limited range, so it is impossible to go around Silverpine Forest or Stromgarde and land; A port for a large fleet to land; third, the tribe as the invader must want to wipe out a large number of our troops in one battle, and Hillsbrad is the best battlefield."

Lothar was surprised, even pleasantly surprised. "It's a great idea," he said. "The tribe's desire to conquer is very strong. They will not spend more than a year building ocean-going ships, but war cannot be relied on alone. Pure speculation. Admiral Proudmoore," he looked at the ruler of Kul Tiras, "I hope that the Kul Tiras fleet will strengthen its cruises to ensure that it can keep abreast of the tribe's movements. If the orcs start to attack, you It will be the first line of defense, mainly harassing and attacking, and avoid boarding battles."

Daelin Proudmoore gave a military salute, "As you wish, Your Excellency." The ruler of Kul Tiras liked to be called Admiral instead of His Majesty, and he acted in a standard military style.

"And the most important point," Lothar spread out the map, "The army gathers here, not South Sea Town, which cannot accommodate too many people. There is a plain between South Sea Town and Tarren Mill, which is enough for 30 troops to station .In addition, His Majesty Terenas, the residents of Nanhai Town and surrounding villages must all evacuate."

"It's my responsibility," Terenas replied.

A few hours later, the meeting ended, and Isaacs walked out of the throne room, and accidentally found two furtive figures, and he knew who they were without guessing, "Alsace!" He shouted, and the little prince turned around stiffly, beside him was Varian looked embarrassed, "Look, I followed your orders and was driven by the sense of responsibility as the Crown Prince to pay attention to the country's major affairs," he said pitifully, "So don't tell your father that I skipped school again. Well."

Isaacs covered his face and groaned.
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At the same time, the southern continent, Black Rock Mountain.

Horde Warchief Orgrim Doomhammer stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the boundless green tide above the land.The climate of the Burning Steppes was hot and dry, but not unbearable to the orcs. The orcs from all tribes gathered here, they looked at the warchief with burning eyes, and they longed to hear his voice.Orgrim raised his iconic warhammer, and he spoke with a thunderous voice.

"My people," he roared, "this continent has completely belonged to the Horde!" The orcs burst into cheers.Doomhammer didn't resume until the cheers had died down: "This world is a good place to live, with more fertile land and game than our broken homeland." Another cheer broke out. "But first of all, there must be no guardians! Humans are very powerful and skilled, and they will try very hard to take back what once belonged to them." A voice of agreement spread throughout the tribe.It's not a sign of weakness for the orcs to admit to a very strong enemy, and humans are clearly one of those enemies.

"This continent cannot support all our relatives, so we must not stop the road of conquest!" Orgrim waved his warhammer vigorously, "In the north, there is the same rich land, but there are also hateful humans. This will be a battle for the survival of the race without any room." His voice became low, but immediately rose, "But the orcs are fearless! We will smash their defenses and slaughter their soldiers as always, Cut off the head of their king!"

The orcs cheered again, "Once we conquer the northern continent, we can really settle down, start building our homeland, and then rebuild our family." The orcs became more noisy, and Doomhammer lifted His hand signaled them to be quiet.

"I know you are strong, very strong, but we have many enemies, so I found some extremely powerful boosts, and our enemies were not prepared for this," he pointed to a group of also green, but taller, fangs. Creatures with sturdier teeth, "They are forest trolls, led by the mighty Zul'jin. They have the strength of an ogre and the mind of an orc. They will make excellent fighters and hunters."

Zul'jin raised his hands. "We will join the Horde!" he shouted. "We will crush any enemy that stands in the way of the Horde!"

Orgrim pointed his warhammer at another group of people. They wore black hooded robes, which were incompatible with the surrounding environment. "They are death knights," he said slowly, "who control the evil dark magic. Spread death and fear among their enemies."

Orgrim actually hates these Gul'dan creations, monsters created from the souls of dead Shadow Council warlocks and human corpses.Even if the Horde needs their power now, Orgrim will not give them the slightest trust.The Shadow Council formed by Gul'dan was once the real ruler of the tribe. Orgrim seized the position of the chief when Gul'dan's soul was hit hard and slaughtered the entire Shadow Council, so these monsters were all killed by In his hands, Orgrim didn't mind letting them die again.

The leading death knight spoke, his voice seemed to freeze, "Many of you have heard my name, I am Talon Gorefiend, and I still serve the Horde." The space froze instantly, and the orcs knew this name mean something.

Doomhammer said, "Everything is for the Horde, no matter your identity or race, as long as you are willing to serve the Horde, the Horde will accept him tolerantly." He stated his philosophy, and raised the hammer again, "Now the The Horde is stronger than ever!" he roared.The wave of cheers sounded again, and gradually gathered into a heart-pounding cry: "Lok'tar o'gar!"

Orgrim jumped off the cliff amidst the waves, stepped heavily on the ground, and splashed a cloud of dust. For an epic warrior, this height is nothing. "How are things going?" he asked Zuluhed, the chieftain of the Dragonmaw clan beside him.

"Everything is going very well, she has surrendered, and soon we will have an invincible air force." The old orc smiled happily, showing his broken teeth, "I am looking forward to the expressions of those humans."

Orgrim nodded. He was right. The Horde was at the peak of its power at this time. It was fighting against a world and was about to win. "It's all about the Horde," he said.

"It's all for the Horde," the old orc replied.

(End of this chapter)