Azeroth Trail of Light

The war in Angaza is still going on, but compared to the **** battle of the tens of thousands of troops the day before, the intensity of the battle that night was much lower, and when the sun pierced the sky the next day, the front of the battlefield was only The gunpowder and tragic left over from the first day no longer saw the sight of sword strikes and magic bursts.

Of course there will be sporadic wars, but it is just a contest between the two scouts. Whether it is a coalition or an undead, it takes a little time to prepare, just like two beasts that have just fought desperately, waiting for the power to fill the body again. Before the next round of deadly battle.

Although both parties wished to immediately pierce the fangs into the other's blood vessels and give it a fatal blow, the whole body was bruised and bruised, but they had to tolerate the guy on the opposite side lying there, recovering the power to kill themselves.

In fact, the initial counterattack and the result of that shocking sword were not as great as they seemed.

Only to regain a strategic buffer zone for the coalition forces, Fortage Fortress and Warsong Fortress were submerged in the first wave of undead natural disasters, but now the coalition forces have retaken those two places.

But it only stops there. Although the Grand Knight of Mograine led the paladin group and once advanced near the smashed wall of Angatha, Arthas obviously also noticed the importance of this place. It was impossible to allow it to fall, so the number and quality of the undead in that place were terrifyingly high.

It is simply a new city wall made of flesh and blood.

No matter how strong Mograine's heart of revenge is, he still retains his saneness. With the support of artillery fire, after failing to break through the defense of the undead for two consecutive charges, the great knight can only choose to retreat under the resentment of the great knight.

However, the significance of this battle is far more important than the results obtained. From a strategic point of view, the loss and recovery of Fortage Fortress and Warsong Fortress became the second line of defense before the original defense line of the coalition forces, and before the two fortresses, A new line of defense is rapidly taking shape, which makes the form of this battle more stable and makes the commanders happy.

From a psychological point of view, the advantage of this battle undoubtedly broke the soldiers' fear of the undead. An excellent soldier cannot fear his opponent. This negative emotion will make the original strength of 100 points. , Can't even play 70 points.

The direct consequence of the curse being broken is the rapid increase in overall morale.

But this did not make the coalition high-levels complacent. Almost all the people who had watched could not forget the disadvantages of the period before the war began. The black torrent rolled in, crushing everything in front of them, and it can make people follow. Was awakened directly from a deep sleep. In fact, if it weren't for the participation of the Knights of the Black Blade, the result of the battle would be...

Therefore, on the second day when the war was slightly flat, the rulers rushed back to their countries and powers. Just last night, a resolution was passed. Before the end of the war of the dead, countries will continue to send more to this place. The army, come to fight the dead, and defend the fruits of victory that you are about to get.

There is also a very cruel content in this resolution: in the next ten years, there will be no capital punishment in various countries, and all prisoners, including severely sentenced prisoners and political prisoners, will be exiled to various places in Northrend. On the battlefield, if you don’t die, you will be free after the war. If you die...it’s an atonement.

It is worth mentioning that the first batch of cannon fodder to reach the battlefield will be the pirates caught by Kul Tiras. Those old fur seals who cross the sea will probably never think of the fate of most of them. It's this cold and dark snowfield.

But no one would complain about those scumbags. After seeing the offensive of the undead natural disasters, even the soft-hearted people have become tough.

As Dick said, this is a war that cannot be retreated, because retreating means death, and there is no second choice.

Garrosh sat on the orc defense line a little weary. He was leaning against the cold brick wall with black blood stains remaining on it. Not far away, a smashed skeleton was thrown there, with dark eye sockets. Looking at the orc warrior, the latter did not look at the thing, but looked at the sky somewhat indifferently.

He had just returned from the warsong fortress on the front line and spent the entire night on patrol missions of scouts. At least 7 death knights and countless walking dead skeletons were hacked to death. For the first time, the young orcs felt that it was also the same as wielding a tomahawk He worked hard. At the end, he even picked up the dwarf musket he picked up from the battlefield. At least it was much more convenient to kill the walking dead.

"Hi, buddy, I have been looking for you for a long time..."

A figure on the left and one on the right came from behind and sat beside Garrosh. It was Delanos with a bandage on his arm, and Jorin, who was also tired. The latter sat down and took out three from his arms. Oranges, one per person.

"Tsk... so sour!"

Delanos roughly peeled off the orange peel and stuffed the flesh into his mouth. The next moment, the expression on his face twitched, he complained, and then hit Garrosh with his shoulder again.

"Man, you seem to be in a bad mood, what's the matter? Have you encountered any problems?"

Garrosh looked at the direction of the warsong fortress in the distance and sighed.

"I attended a funeral there this morning. At the beginning of the battle yesterday, the 340 warriors who stayed behind at the Warsong Fortress were all...that was the internal funeral of the Warsong clan. Some veterans asked me to take over my father. The remaining chiefs let me continue to lead them, which makes me very distressed."

"You also know that Thrall established a new tribe, and the people's life is much better than before. I don't know if I should become the chief of the Warsong clan. Maybe this will split the new tribe... and I found out , Many veterans seem to be not satisfied with Thrall..."

Yolin's face became serious, he nodded, and in accordance with the tradition of the clan since he was a child, his reserved one eye was shining with the light of wisdom.

"Your consideration makes sense, Garrosh. When I was exchanging warlock books in Shadow Cleft, from which warlocks I heard a lot about Dragon Roar and Blackrock Orcs. These clans have not experienced the establishment of new tribes. They still retain a strong hatred of humans. Some of them are not satisfied with Thrall’s rule... Frankly speaking, I think it’s time to throw those guys here and let them see the troubles we face. ."

"But I think, Garrosh, you should accept the position of chief of the Warsong clan."

Delanos rubbed his chin and said to his brother,

"It's not because of how special the position is. Now that you have discovered the signs of division within the Warsong clan, you should take on the responsibilities that your blood has given you!"

He looked at Garrosh and patted him on the shoulder, "Suppress them now, it's better than meeting us in battle in the future."

"Huh, let me think about it again."

Garrosh threw the orange in his hand far away, and said to Jorin, "Where did you find the orange, it's so sour!"

"Hi, you three!"

The sound from behind made the three young orcs look back and saw an orc wolf knight riding on a white war wolf. He waved at the three people and shouted,

"Come with me, Overlord Saurfang has something to look for you!"

Garrosh hurriedly stood up, stepped onto the tamed war wolf next to him with his brothers, and rushed toward the deepest part of the defense line.

"You have to perform a special mission!"

Saurfang still had bandages on his chest and arms, and there were shocking bloodstains on them. This was the wound left after he had a fight with Rivendell of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse yesterday. Generally speaking, the old orc Earned, because the hapless guy Rivendell died again.

During the retreat, Saurfang was cut off with an axe, and his head was still used as a trophy, hung on the wall of Warsong Fortress.

Now in this hall, there are only Saurfang and the three young men on the opposite side, as well as an unseen human mage. Before the conversation begins, a thick barrier has been shrouded around the hall to ensure that nothing People can hear their conversations.

"Remember, the content of this mission is absolutely confidential!"

The old orc's gaze crossed over the three people in front of him. The attacking gaze made Draenors' spirit suddenly lifted up. Although he didn’t spend a long time with his father, every time he showed this When expressing expressions, it means that something really big has happened.

"The location of the mission is also confidential. I can't tell you the specific itinerary, but after you arrive, you will naturally know... I will just say a little! Give me a good note!"

"Huh"

The bodies of the three of them straightened, Saurfang nodded in satisfaction, and he increased his tone.

"All trials, all tests, and everything are for today. You will represent Orgrimmar in the greatest action in the world. The result of your action will directly affect the natural disasters against the undead. The end of the war, but remember one thing: If the mission is at risk of failure, I need you to withdraw as quickly as possible!"

Seeing that Garrosh had an idea to speak, the old orc raised his hand and stopped him.

"After listening to me, I am not encouraging you to flee the battlefield, but this is not only what I will say, but the Union’s Bolvar will also say the same. You are the hope of the next generation, and you can’t die there in vain. In short, this will It will be a battle of glory. If you survive, you will benefit from it all your life."

"Okay, remember to keep it secret...Dranos, stay for a while, Garrosh and Jorin can go and pack, and head to New Hearthglen this afternoon, where there will be a boat taking you where you should go. "

After the two young orcs saluted overlord Saurfang, they turned and left. Delanos looked at his father and said,

"I will protect myself, father, don't worry about it!"

"No, kid!"

Saurfang sat on the chair and waved his hand, with a smile on his face, "I am not saying this. Of course, it is necessary to protect yourself, but there are more things to be happy about. I know you I've always envied Garrosh's Gorehowl. Of course, when Grom was alive, I also envied that guy."

"There is nothing to be embarrassed about."

Saurfang looked at his son, as if he had seen him when he was young, with the same bravery and perseverance. He would be the best heir to the Thunder King clan. Thinking of this, the old orc showed a trace of his face. Satisfied smile,

"Don't envy him anymore, my son, I just got the news that through your own performance, you have won yourself one of the best weapons in the world... only a soldier's weapon!"

That evening, in the port of New Hearthglen, three orcs with simple salutes on their backs stood on the dock and talked. They waited from the afternoon to the present, but still did not wait for the boat to pick up and drop off the boat, and the entire dock area has been blocked. , There were only these three guys in the huge pier. With the local chilly wind and the dim night, everything seemed to become unclear.

"Ah, these humans are really unreliable in doing things!"

Garrosh couldn't help complaining, but when he was about to say the second sentence, Delanos put his hand on his shoulder.

"Shhh, something is happening!"

The orc warrior subconsciously held his battle axe, and then saw a faint light from the seabed not far below. The calm sea around it also began to roll, and it was mixed with the low sound of Weng's cry. It's like some kind of ocean behemoth is about to climb out of the sea.

The three guys were a little nervous, Yolin raised his hand and blessed the three of them with a shadow protection barrier, but the next moment, the sea in front of him was suddenly separated, and a weird-looking "big fish" rose from the bottom of the sea.

I don't know if it was intentional. The cold water splashed three people all over, but before they could react, a hidden door was opened on the fin of the big steel fish.

"Look at who this is... three orcs."

Brigadier General Matthew in a uniform appeared at the door of the secret door with a commanding knife on his back. He looked at the three orcs with malicious eyes. Seeing them vigilant and defensive, a cold smile appeared at the corners of their mouths.

"Ten years ago, my bullet has pierced your foreheads, rookies, this time is not a good time to count the previous accounts, come on, just wait for you!"

After speaking, the Brigadier General turned sideways and made way for the three of them. Delanos saw Baron who was smiling at him behind Ma Xiu, immediately relieved, and was the first to embark on this weird project. Learn on the pedals of a submarine.

After the three people entered, Matthew personally closed the valve. The entire submarine dived into the bottom of the sea again in a buzzing sound. All the waves were erased, and the Buddha had never appeared.

"Where are we going?"

Delanos asked Brigadier General Matthew curiously, who waved his hand without looking back.

"Sit in your seat, rookies, fasten your seat belts, it may be a bit bumpy for a while...As for where we are going..."

The Commodore turned his head and glanced at Delanos. "The place we are going is called hell!"