Spearman's Fate

When Lancer and the ranger troops of the high elves came to the capital of Lordaeron, Lordaeron and the Knights of the Silver Hand, which had already assembled, embarked on the journey to the harbor with them, where the navy of Kul Tiras Will transport them to Kalimdor.

Lancer is also very familiar with the participants this time. The Knights of the Silver Hand are led by Uther himself, and the priests of the cathedral are led by Benedictus. It can be said that they are all acquaintances, so there are not too many on both sides. Even Benedictus personally helped Lancer treat the burn on his arm.

The man who will embrace the shadow in the future is still one of the best priests in the cathedral at this time. Lancer's arms, which were slowly recovering by relying on his strong self-healing ability, recovered several times faster under the treatment of the other party's holy light.

But when Lancer and the others arrived on the Kalimdor continent, a bad news also came.

"Archimonde has already appeared in Azeroth, but Wan Xin, who is not happy, is on the same trajectory as we expected. His goal is directly at the World Tree. The city-states and villages along the way have been relocated in advance. Casualties were minimized..."

There seemed to be no problem with this report, but everyone at the conference table was sullen. After all, demons are not creatures that like to be restrained. The places they passed were completely reduced to scorched earth, and some people who were unwilling to leave their hometowns were naturally Involved in the army of demons and completely crushed.

And there's more than one bad news.

"After the orcs were defeated, they came to Kalimdor in search of settlements. They had friction with the night elves, and Grom Hellscream, the leader of the Warsong clan, killed the demigod Cenarius."

"boom!!"

Almost after the orderer read out the information, there was a loud knocking sound from the meeting room on the bridge, and Daelin Proudmoore, who was wearing a general uniform, stood up abruptly.

"These damned green-skinned monsters have returned to the embrace of their demon master! I said at the beginning that I should kill all these green-skinned monsters!!"

Daelin Proudmoore, who experienced the first and second Orc wars, can be said to be the most orc-hating leader among all national leaders, even surpassing Varian.

After all, the opponent's son died at the hands of orcs in a naval battle, and his other son also died young. He originally had two sons and a daughter, and now he only has one daughter left. The hatred for orcs is terrible. One can imagine.

Seeing Dai Lin's ferocious expression, the other people sitting in the conference room didn't know how to persuade him for a while. After all, the other party's affairs were not a secret, and they did have similar thoughts as the other party at this time. , except for one person.

But even though he knew that the orcs were not completely manipulated by demons, Lancer didn't intend to speak. After all, he didn't like orcs either.

Indeed, the homeland of the orcs was destroyed. They invaded Azeroth to survive, and Lancer himself was not an aborigine of Azeroth. He didn’t have to hate the orcs, but Lancer’s friends and acquaintances were all alliances What about members?

Lancer was neither a impartial judge nor a philanthropist, not to mention that he didn't know the specific situation this time, so he didn't speak at all.

But at this moment—————

"Bang~bang~"

The crisp knocking sound came from outside the window, and Lancer's eyes moved over unconsciously, and then his pupils shrank, because the crow, which was different from the seagull, was obviously also an 'acquaintance' of him.

"Sorry, everyone, I have to leave for a while."

Unlike the other people in the conference room who were all commanders at this time, Lancer was more qualified to appear in the conference room because of his own strength. It was not surprising that he voluntarily left the crowd and just nodded to him.

"Clap~Clap~"

With the sound of slightly hurried footsteps, Lancer came to the outside of the bridge, and there stood a man who almost completely hid himself in the cloak.

"Medivh, what's the matter? About the orcs?"

"Yes, as you think, it is indeed an orc. I need your help this time."

The situation was urgent, and Medivh stopped talking nonsense and directly stated his purpose.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"It's very simple. I hope you, Lancer, can go to the orcs with me to convince the orcs. This time, the enemy is Archimonde, who is the deputy leader of the Burning Legion. We need to unite all forces that can be united!"

Chapter 87 The Glory of the Orcs

What Medivh said was not unexpected by Lancer, but————

"are you serious?"

Lancer's expression can't be said to be surprised, it can even be said to be a little horrified. After all, neither Lancer nor Medivh's relationship with the orcs can be said to be good, or even bad.

Gul'dan's head has now been taken by Illidan, and Medivh, who opened the Dark Portal with him back then, has a reputation among the orcs. Even if he wasn't the culprit, he could definitely be regarded as an accomplice. It would be considered sensible not to just wave a hatchet to him when they met him.

As for Lancer?

The first chief of the tribe died in the hands of Lancer, and the opponent's weapon was directly sent in by Lancer. Is there anything more to say?

As the two of them, are they discussing cooperation or preparing for war?

When Medivh heard Lancer's rhetorical question, he did not answer directly but took out a string of animal teeth necklaces.

"Actually, I have met the chief of the Frostwolf clan 'Thar' before. Although he is also an orc, perhaps because he grew up in the human world, his views on the future of the orc clan are different from those of the past. The orcs here are different, this is the token he gave me, and it is him who I plan to find this time."

Medivh's explanation can be said to be quite convincing, but—————

"Is this you? Are you sure that when I go to the group of orcs, they won't all enter the 'bloodthirsty' state?"

"Lance, it seems that you don't know much about orcs, or in fact, few people including me once know about orcs. It's good that they hate you, but they also worship you, because you are in a battle." I personally defeated their former leader in the battle of glory, if you are not a human but an orc, maybe you still have a chance to become the great chief."

In the end it was a joke, but Lancer understood what the other party meant.

In fact, Lancer's views on the orcs are relatively 'fair'. After all, he also knows the story of 'Fordin'. You must know that the thoughts of most human beings are the same as that of a certain navy admiral who is still angry in the conference room at this time. Will be the same as 'Those damned green monsters should be thrown into the sea and drowned'.

But there is a limit to this 'justice'. He personally participated in the 'first battle' of the first Black Gate War, but he witnessed the insanity of the orcs swallowing the blood of the devil, and even Lancer saw it with his own eyes. of the young soldiers died in the next battle.

At most, Lancer would not kill indiscriminately, but he didn't have much favor.

"Okay, I understand what you mean, but aren't you working with the night elves now? Isn't it complicated to find the orcs now?"

Lancer acquiesced or agreed to the other party's suggestion. This question was just pure curiosity. He believed that with Medivh's wisdom, it was impossible for him not to think of this.

When Medivh heard Lancer's question, his expression became even more subtle.

"Actually, the reason why I took the initiative to go to the Frostwolf Clan this time is precisely because of this. Grom Hellscream is stronger than the black hand you killed Lancer back then, but as your Excellency Cenarius The stronger ones among the demigods of the wilderness are definitely not the existences that Grom Hellscream and his Warsong clan can kill, after all, killing and defeating are two different concepts."