Menethil's Power

Chapter 88 Beer and Beard!Blood and thunder!
This weird metal aircraft has always maintained a safe altitude, circling several times over the alliance camp, successfully attracting the attention of all long-range shooters.Since knowing the existence of the Horde dragoons, the air defense awareness level of the alliance army has reached max, and the mages and shooters immediately became alert.

The plane swayed twice suddenly, and then suddenly threw something out. Turalyon narrowed his eyes and saw clearly that it was a humanoid creature.

Jump from this height?Turalyon's heart immediately contracted, and there were no more than two kinds of people who did this, a lunatic or an expert.If it's a lunatic, then what falls is just a piece of meatloaf, but if it's a master...

That is at least a hero-level melee class, or even higher...

But Turalyon guessed wrong, the other party did not fall at high speed as he expected, but deployed a huge parachute in mid-air, and the sudden increase in air resistance quickly reduced his speed.At the same time, he also released a golden flash. This simple spell has no practical significance, it is purely an expression of identity.

Turalyon relaxed. He was unmistakable, it was pure Light.In today's Azeroth, the holy light is the patent of the alliance, and the current priests are only humans and a small number of elves and dwarves.

For a clergyman who appeared in such a unique way, Turalyon's face became strange. The only thing he could think of was a member of the royal family who was said to have climbed the Dun Morogh Snow Mountain privately...

Isaacs in mid-air was fully manipulating the parachute. Although he did not lack experience in high-altitude flying, it was his first time to parachute. What's more, his parachute was made up of three dwarf parachute. Can't bear his weight.

After handing Obnor to the high craftsman Mekkatorque, Isaacs expressed his hope to return to the Alliance camp as soon as possible. After all, the Gnomeregan copy has taken up a lot of time, and his purpose of coming to Dun Morogh is not to To save a funny engineer.The great artisan readily agreed, and Bi offered the most reasonable suggestion.

At this time, Isaacs misses Feather of Heaven very much, that magical skill that is obviously explosive but is mainly used by him to rush and run.It's a pity that the mobilized holy light energy required to release it is too large, and it is simply not what the elite level authority can provide.And the wings condensed by the holy energy are not aerodynamic at all, so Isaacs had no choice but to choose high-altitude skydiving.

As for the slow falling technique, doing so is equivalent to handing over the control of oneself to the invisible and free wind, which is too fatal in this high-altitude environment where the mountain wind is howling.

Base jumping is not an easy job. Isaacs fully manipulated the parachute to fly in a spiral, and finally landed on a piece of soft snow, and then he saw Turalyon with a face of "as expected".

"Long time no see, my dear General Tulayan." Isaacs greeted cheerfully, and cut the paracord behind him at the same time.

Turayang sighed heavily, "His Royal Highness Isaacs, you should be in the wetland now, instead of jumping off after suddenly ascending to a height of several thousand meters."

"You can't help yourself in this world." Isaacs laughed and hugged Turalyon's shoulder very affectionately.Since he condensed the Seed of Holy Light, his size has been growing wildly, and now he is not much shorter than Turalyon, "How is the life event, buddy? As the number one golden bachelor in Lordaeron, I heard that I want to marry Your noble lady can line up from Wangcheng to Nanhai Town."

, "I have dedicated my whole life to the Holy Light." Tulayang replied stiffly, making it clear that he did not want to talk about this topic.

But Isaacs didn't want to give up. To be honest, he felt guilty for ruining the model couple of Turayang and Aurelia, "Honestly, don't you think about the gentle, amiable, well-educated Princess Princess? When Isaacs mentioned Callia in this way, Isaacs' conscience pricked a little, but he still tried his best to sell: "Although she is sometimes self-willed and domineering, she is beautiful! What's more, you are only a few years apart. If you're more than ten years old, there's nothing wrong with having a baby!"

The corners of Turalyon's mouth twitched, and he refused to discuss this issue with Isaacs, "Seriously, Your Highness, you didn't go through all this trouble to come here just because of my personal problems, did you?" He changed the subject.

Isaacs shut his mouth in resentment, he didn't even want such an honest person, as expected, it would be a long way to go to marry Kalia. "Indeed," he resumed his serious look, "to be honest, your advance speed is much slower than I imagined, and logically speaking, you should have reached Ironforge."

"Lothar thinks that there is no need for us to attack rashly at the risk of increasing casualties. Although we are in an active position, this is not our home field like the Northern Continent, so it is better to suspend the offensive and take every step. Anyway, the orcs must fight in both directions. It is uncomfortable. It's them. What's more, we are only facing the Blood Cave clan head-on, and we cannot determine the movements of other orc clans."

"This is the crux of the news I brought. Take me to see Lord Lothar." Isaacs said.

Turalyon nodded.

Anduin Lothar was not surprised by Isaacs' arrival. Obviously Baldridge had brought the news of the prince's unauthorized actions here, but Isaacs did not plan to meet this dedicated subordinate right now.

The Alliance Marshal looked a little older than when he was in the wetland. He was wiping his blood-stained armor and long sword with his own hands.In the general perception of Azeroth, the commander's personal combat power is an important factor in judging his ability. Anduin Lothar is obviously a staunch supporter of this concept. He often appears on the front line in person, using his own The bravery inspires the will of the soldiers.

"When I was in the wetland, I wondered why His Highness Isaacs, who has always been noisy, would take up that annoying task without saying a word." Lothar stood up, and greeted Isaacs with such opening remarks, "As expected, it's just In less than two months, you gave me such a surprise."

Since the turn of the war, there were indeed many gilded nobles from various kingdoms who came to the army. Most of them stayed at the rear with peace of mind, completing the less dangerous tasks that were specially assigned, in order to gain some credit in a justifiable way.Compared with them, Isaacs of the same nature seems too worrying.

"Strictly speaking, I did not disobey the military order." Isaacs argued: "I completed the task, but did not receive further instructions, and the location is far away from the command headquarters. In this case, An independent commander has the right to make the choice that is most beneficial to the war situation according to his own judgment."

Lothar's gaze became meaningful, "But your identity, child, does not allow you to appear on the battlefield at this age. Once you are injured, how do you think I should explain to your father?"

"There are no princes and civilians on the battlefield, only officers and soldiers." Isaacs said righteously, but suddenly showed a sly smile, "If you must take into account my special status, then you have no right to hold me accountable. The guilt of marching."

Lothar laughed. He admired the attitude of the prince of Lordaeron. He has a high sense of responsibility, heroism and humility, just like Rhine when he was young. Of course, the former king of Stormwind, who was always bright and upright, did not have this kid at this age. Sophisticated.

Although Isaacs acted a little too eager for quick success and seemed to want to make a career as soon as possible, Anduin Lothar expressed his understanding. After all, there are three direct members of the Menethil royal family in this generation, and it is normal for there to be overt and secret competition things.Lothar was suddenly very glad that Rhine only had Varian as a son, otherwise it would be difficult for Stormwind to recover safely.

"Then my soldier captain, what kind of strategic advantage does your so-called most suitable move bring us?" Lothar asked with narrowed eyes.

"I have found our new ally, the dwarf," Isaacs replied.

"Dwarf?" Lothar looked a little surprised, and even Turalyon showed a look of surprise, "Is the aircraft you're riding a creation of a dwarf?" asked the paladin.

Although they are also underground creatures, dwarves are much more open than dwarves. Ironforge has fixed business channels and has maintained a certain relationship with the human kingdom, but dwarves are different. These are even shorter than dwarves. Few small people live in their underground cities all year round and rarely go out, so many humans have never even heard of this race.

Isaacs nodded, "I have established a good personal relationship with their leader, the high craftsman Mekkatorque. The gnomes are a technological race. Although they have a lot of troubles and cannot send manpower, they can support a large number of people. Engineering items, which will greatly affect the situation of the war, among other things, those rotorcraft alone will allow us to completely suppress the dragoons."

Both Lothar and Turalyon agreed. Of course, they all knew the advantages of mechanical creations over biological cavalry, which meant that as long as the resources were sufficient, the number of the former would far exceed the latter.

"Of course, what's more important is information." Isaacs talked eloquently, "As the living place of the two major underground races, Dun Moluo Snow Mountain has well-developed underground transportation, and its surface is only an insignificant small part, so the tribe The siege of Ironforge is not as tight as we thought."

Lothar raised her eyebrows, motioning for her to continue.

"Gnomes and dwarves have a relatively close relationship. According to the great craftsman, every stronghold outside Ironforge has an underground passage for evacuation, which means that the dwarves will not lose too many people. This race is just blocked. Inside Ironforge, rage awaits revenge."

"You mean to use the underground passages left by those dwarves?" Turalyon asked.

Isaacs shook his head, "Of course not, but it's about the same. The dwarves will definitely destroy those passages when they evacuate to prevent the orcs from chasing them." He explained, "But there are always some underground passages that can be used, such as here." He Go to the sand table in the middle of the camp, pointing from the east of Ironforge to the north of the Alliance camp.

"The Moya Mine, a mining area first mined by the dwarves, spans three ridges. Now it has been mined out, and even the dwarves have forgotten it over time, so it is obviously impossible for the tribe to know the existence of this mine."

Lothar frowned, "Dangerous, reliable." He emphasized shortly.

"There is no doubt about the architecture of the dwarves, but this mine has been abandoned for decades, and there may be some rock worms and cavemen in it, but since the mines have been exhausted, it will certainly not attract too many people. Powerful underground creatures, no matter what, they are much easier to deal with than the orcs."

Lothar pondered, and finally nodded slowly, "If everything is true, it is worth a try. Our advantage over the tribe is entirely due to the tribe's internal decision-making and a little bit of luck, so this advantage is not stable. , any possibility that can be resolved quickly is worth considering."

"The original intention of the Blood Hollow Clan should be to hold back our progress. If I'm right, the orcs are gathering remnants in the Scorching Canyon to prepare for a desperate fight." Turalyon expressed his worries.

"Then let's make a quick decision and don't give them a chance to fully prepare." Lothar said decisively. He looked at Isaacs, "You should know the location of that mine?"

Isaacs gave an affirmative answer.

Lothar tapped the table quickly with his fingers, "Very well, it just so happens that your old subordinates are in the camp, so it's up to you to complete the exploration of the mine, and I hope to find a feasible path within three days. "The commander of the alliance obviously misunderstood Isaacs' intention to participate in the war. He felt that since the prince needs merit, he might as well just do it as a favor.

Isaacs nodded solemnly, "I will surely fulfill my mission."

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In the long life of Muradin Bronzebeard, this year may be the most boring period. 10,000+ dwarves are trapped in this huge mountain with nothing to do. Muradin feels that mushrooms will grow on his body.

As the race most proficient in underground architecture in Azeroth, Ironforge, the capital of the dwarves, can be said to be a city that will never fall. The thick mountain is the best barrier. tricky.As long as the two big iron plates on the side door of the main entrance are closed, not a single fly can fly in.

Food and water sources are not a problem. Ironforge itself has a complete underground planting system, not to mention the food reserves that can feed [-] dwarves for ten years. Orcs like to block doors, so let them block them.

But this kind of shrinking the head is not recognized by the king of the hill, and Muradin feels extremely useless.His elder brother, Magni Bronzebeard, King of Ironforge, knew his brother's character well, so he strictly ordered him not to step out of Ironforge without permission.

Therefore, Muradin can only go around the gate of Ironforge a few times at most, and fire a round of mouthpieces at the orcs from the air. However, due to the number of people, the dwarves are usually at a disadvantage even in a scolding battle.

Just when Muradin was roaring with "beer and beard, blood and thunder" every day, and threw a storm hammer in the air, the dwarf suddenly discovered that today's orc camp seemed a little different.

(End of this chapter)