Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 240 59. Someone should step on the accelerator in a car that goes downhill out of control

The    Alliance army marched very fast.

  The allied army of dwarves and humans who came from the barren land pushed all the orcs in the scorching canyon into the Black Rock Mountain with the momentum of mercury pouring into the ground within a few days.

   The human legion that landed from the rear by sea and land in the south, headed by the Kul Tiras army, went north from the Kingdom of Stormwind and rushed into the Burning Plain along the Redridge Mountains.

   The orcs all along the way almost looked out for the wind and fled.

   They abandoned Stormwind City, which had been occupied for more than two years, and ran all the way to the Burning Plain in accordance with the orders of the Great Chief.

   This is the last stronghold of the orcs, and it is also the closest to the Dark Gate of the Blasted Land, a strong fortress that can withstand the attack of the Alliance.

   Orcs don't want to fight.

   is that they can't defeat the imposing human army now.

   A plague of mind has spread in the tribe. It came silently and seemed to wipe out all the orcs in the entire tribe overnight.

   "The appearance of 'Magic Blood' has helped us a lot."

  The Burning Steppes, in the alliance camp below Blackrock Mountain, Marshal Lothar, wearing a suit of armor, stood in front of the sand table and said to the alliance generals gathered around him:

   "At present, it is certain that more than 80% of the orcs have been infected with that strange disease. That kind of plague only works on the orcs.

   seems to have taken away their violent power, and at the same time crushed their will. "

   "Yes, those orcs seem to have had their spines broken, and they only know running wild dogs."

  Beside Lothar, wearing armor and leaning on a sword, Daelin said indifferently:

   "My soldiers and I came all the way from Stormwind, and the greenskins only knew how to run, they couldn't run, they would even stay where they were and let us kill them.

  My soldiers caught a few of the warlords, and the most elite warriors in the greenskins were the same as if they had lost their souls, their eyes were full of blankness, and the fierce desire to fight before seemed to be dispelled.

  All that remained there was a sinful husk.

   They acted as if they didn't care about everything, not even their own life and death. "

   "For this phenomenon, we have recently studied."

  The leader of the casters in Dalaran, wearing the robe of the archmage, wearing the horned hat of the wizard, and leaning on the staff, Antonidas explained in a calm tone:

   "According to Archmage Vargoth's research paper on demon blood, he put forward a possibility. The sudden collective mutation of the orcs is because the demon blood in their bodies is invalid.

   You should all know that the reason why these orcs are so violent and warlike after passing through the Dark Portal is because they drank the blood of demons in their world and sold their souls in exchange for strength. "

   "But why did it fail?"

   A nice, very magnetic female voice resounded in the tent. It was a tall female elf with long golden hair wearing far-strider chain armor, carrying an elf war bow on her back.

   This is Ms. Alleria Windrunner.

   Interim commander of the Elven Vanguard of the Burning Steppes.

Although he was revoked from the army because he violated the order of the Sun King and brought his own people to support the alliance war, after the orcs invaded Quel'Thalas and destroyed most of the Eversong Forest, when the elves also joined the war, Austrian Lelia was re-appointed as the commander of the elf vanguard because of her "visionary vision".

   This very temperamental, noble lady asked in a puzzled tone:

   "High elf spellcasters are very knowledgeable about demon-related things, and as far as I know, the contamination of demon blood doesn't diminish over time.

   There must be a reason why the demon blood in the orcs failed.

   I even thought it might be a trap to tempt us to attack and then at some point, reactivate those defunct demon blood for a Jedi counterattack. "

   "No, ma'am, your concerns do not exist."

  Antonidas explained seriously:

   "According to our observations of the captured orc prisoners of war, the demon blood in their bodies has not only failed, but has dried up. There is no possibility that it will be reactivated.

   Unless they drink demon blood again. "

   "Well, if that's the case, then I'm fine."

   Alleria brushed her long hair, and the sky-blue battle lines on her cheeks were faintly visible. She said respectfully to Marshal Lothar:

   "The vanguard of the high elves has been assembled, Marshal, we can launch the final offensive against the orcs at any time with our human allies!

   Their material supply lines have been cut off by us, they can't be hiding in Black Rock Mountain all the time. "

   Marshal Lothar, who maintained his Mediterranean strong hairstyle, nodded.

   He looked at the sand table in front of him. The blue flags representing the alliance army had been planted in the surrounding area of ​​Blackrock Mountain, while the red flags representing the orcs were mostly gathered in Blackrock Mountain.

   There are also a small number of scattered scattered outside the Burning Steppes, some in the direction of Stranglethorn Vale, some in the direction of the Swamp of Sorrows, and some in the direction of the Dark Portal in the Blasted Lands.

   But on the road to the Burning Plains, there are also blue flags representing the Alliance, which makes these scattered orc clans unable to support the war in the Burning Plains.

   In addition to the scorching canyon on the other side of the Black Rock Mountains, there are also flags.

   Orcs have been trapped in this scorching scorched earth.

   They will have nowhere to go unless they have wings.

The siege tactics of    have worked for a while. In the past day or two, the orcs trapped in Blackrock Mountain have been attacking everywhere, trying to regain the supply line, but they have been attacked head-on by the waiting Alliance army.

   This means they can't hold it anymore!

   The decisive battle is coming.

   "The number of orcs is already at a disadvantage. In the past six years, they relied on the power of evil to trample our world at will and slaughter our citizens.

   Now it's time to settle the accounts with them! "

The    Marshal's eyes narrowed, he stood up straight, held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and circled around the tent.

King Daelin of Kul Tiras, Duke Alexandros Mograine of Lordaeron, Master Antonidas of Dalaran, Varian Wrynn, still young prince of Stormwind, General Danas Trollbane of the Kingdom of Tomgard, Darius Crowley, Lord of the North of Gilneas.

  The Great Knight Uther, Tirion Fordring, Saidan Dathohan, Gavinrad Doom of the Knights of the Silver Hand, and his adjutant, the young and promising General Turalyon.

   Quel'Thalas' ranger commander Lady Alleria Windrunner and her lieutenant, the elusive Lord Lor'themar Theron.

   Archmage Rommath, the head of the Phoenix Mage of the High Elf Silvermoon Council.

  Prince of the Bronzebeard Dwarf, an old friend of the human kingdom, Muradin Bronzebeard, and the Wildhammer Dwarf Sky General Kurdran Wildhammer by his side.

   Even the ever-timid gnomes have sent a representative of their council of craftsmen, Master Shiko Thermaplugg.

   All the forces of the entire Eastern Kingdom are twisted into a rope at this moment to fight against the alien invaders who have ravaged this land for more than six years.

  The strength of all civilizations is added together, and on this scorching scorched earth, the orcs have brought all the sufferings of the civilization races over the past six years and return them all!

   "We are not belligerent, gentlemen."

   Marshal Lothar carried his saber, and in the eyes of everyone looking at him, he said to others in his usual calm tone:

   "We are here to bring our warriors to this scorched earth to end this war that has brought so much suffering. We come for peace!

   But if this peace still needs to be achieved with a sword in my hand, then I am willing to be the first to set foot on the battlefield!

  If our victory still needs to be poured with blood, then it starts with me!

  I would like to walk with the warriors!

   is tomorrow! "

The voice of the    marshal was so loud that it even came out of the camp.

  The knights who were guarding outside the tent also clenched their weapons and listened to the declaration issued by the great commander to end the war.

   "Just tomorrow! We will launch a general attack! Drive the orcs out of our world forever! And with this destined great and glorious victory, salute our fallen comrades, friends, and relatives.

   everyone!

  The alliance must win! "

   "The Alliance will win!"

The leaders in the tent shouted the oath, the knights outside the tent shouted the oath, and the soldiers in the position also shouted the oath. Breathing scorching wind.

   It travels far and wide.

   Let the orcs who hid in the Black Rock Mountains and were tortured by the blood of the devil be terrified, and let these former invaders, the brutalists and butchers who relied on the power brought by the evil blood to tremble.

   The human beings at the foot of the Black Rock Mountain shouted like a bell hammer in their hesitant hearts.

   They may want to pray that tomorrow will survive.

   But unfortunately, they have already destroyed their own civilization and their heritage with their own hands.

   They even prayed.

  I don't know who to ask for.

   This is probably the punishment for atrocities, just like a moment that every life will face. When that moment comes, everyone must bear the price for what they have done in the past.

   "Stabilize! Let the soldiers stand still!"

In the Black Rock Mountain, the dark iron dwarves who lived underground spent nearly two hundred years to completely hollow out the mountain. The ground buildings above Darkforge City, as the city annexes of the dark iron dwarves, are called It is in a solid building called Blackrock Spire.

   Orgrim Doomhammer, the great chief, is also setting up combat missions for his orc chieftains and warlords.

   Fel blood swept the tribe, but Orgrim and a few orcs survived.

   In the world of Draenor, at the "Blood Drinking Conference" hosted by Gul'dan, Orgrim was warned by his good brother Durotan that he did not drink the blood of fel energy.

  In the current disaster, he and his personal guards have been blessed by misfortune.

   As for their equally green skin, that was due to fel contamination, not proof that they drank the blood of demons.

   Only those orcs whose eyes burn with blood in battle are the victims of fel energy.

   or beneficiary.

   In short, when most of the orcs were out of combat, Orgrim and his men, who were not affected, strengthened their control over the Horde.

   "Kilrogg, you and your clan guard the gates of Blackrock Spire! I'll send Red and his warriors to assist you."

  The Great Chief tried his best not to listen to the human battle cry from outside the mountain. He said in a deep voice:

   "The Blackrock Spire is easy to defend and difficult to attack. The gate forged by the Dark Iron Dwarves is very strong, and the dwarves' artillery can't open it. As long as we stick here, those humans can't do anything about us.

  The number of them assembled is too large, and the fertile land of the Western Wilderness has long been abandoned. As long as it drags on for a month, their logistics will be cut off. That is a good opportunity for us to break through. "

   "But our supplies have run out! Orgrim, our warriors are starving."

   Chieftain of the Bloodring Clan, the already very old Kilrogg Deadeye, leaning on his hunting club, said:

   "The Dark Iron Dwarves once again refused to unite with us. Those cunning Darkskin Dwarves are not even willing to sell us food, and they still hate us for taking the Blackrock Spire.

   You think well, but before the Alliance can't hold on, our warriors will starve to death! "

   The other Overseers also had gloomy expressions on their faces. Fenris, the chief of the Thunder King Clan, stroked his wolf warrior without saying a word, and the atmosphere in the hall was suppressed to the extreme.

   "I have counted the food in the Blackrock Spire, enough for the elites to replenish for more than a month."

  The Warchief closed his eyes and stroked the Doomhammer beside him. He whispered:

   "Humans are thirsting for revenge, so satisfy their thirst. When they attack tomorrow, drive out all the members of those little clans."

   "You are letting them die!"

   Kilrogg was startled, and the magic eyeball suspended above his head also turned to look at Orgrim at this moment, he said:

"you"

   "Then why don't your blood ring clan replace them?"

   Chief Fenris, who had been silent for a while, suddenly said something, and Kilrogg, who choked on a word, could no longer refute.

   "Boom"

   Just when the atmosphere in the hall fell silent again, a loud bang suddenly erupted in the Black Rock Tower, causing the hollowed-out mountain to sway continuously, and large pieces of gravel fell from the top.

   even broke the bridge connecting the Blackrock Tower and the lower floors.

   And the explosion made the Great Chief stand up suddenly. He rushed out of the hall with the Doomhammer and glanced in the direction of the explosion.

   The walls of the shattered Blackrock Tower, like dying branches, kept sending debris and orc corpses, as well as bags of shattered and scattered grain, into the magma pool of Blackrock Mountain below.

  Smoke and dust scattered like hope shattered.

"boom"

   The heavy Doomhammer hit the ground.

   The tall and strong body of the Great Chief swayed twice, his eyes were full of anger, but then, like a punctured balloon, it became silent.

   "The Assassins of the Alliance destroyed our granary."

   "Mobilize! Mobilize! Tomorrow morning, all the orcs assemble and fight the alliance to the death!"

   (end of this chapter)