Eastern Plaguelands, a hidden riverside, Tirion*Fording lives in seclusion here.
But at this moment, he looked at the person in front of him nervously. Although this person was not hostile at all, Tirion still did not relax his vigilance.
Because this is a Undead, a dwarf Death Knight.
Oscar didn't explain much. He took out an old painting from the space ring and handed it to Tirion.
"It took me a lot of effort to find you. If I hadn't asked C'Thun... forget it, this should be your thing anyway."
Tirion's eyes suddenly widened. No longer caring about the identity of Death Knight in front of him, he rushed forward and took the painting in his hand to look at it carefully.
"This is... what Turalyon painted back then... Love and Family... Oh... my son..."
Tirion is in tears.
Oscar shrugged, "I can't stay here too long, that rotten bone Kel'Thuzad will notice. If I were you, I would set off to Light's Hope Chapel immediately. Your son is under threat from a Pit Lord."
Tirion perked up, grabbed Oscar's shoulders and looked at the dwarf in front of him, "Turalyon is in danger? How is it possible? Illidan should protect him..."
"That's bullshit. Illidan probably can't protect himself now. He has already become Balnazzar's lackey." Oscar looked at Tirion with a confused look on his face and continued to explain. "I broke into the Dathrohan part of Stratholme City, Scarlet Crusade, and then discovered that Dathrohan had actually been occupied by Balnazzar for a long time, and now Dathrohan has moved to Light's Hope Chapel. If you don't understand after all this, then I'm really too lazy to explain!"
Tirion already believed this dwarf, nodded quickly, and was ready to set off immediately.
"Are you Oscar* Flash Diamond? That newly promoted Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse? Lord Fat Maggot? Why are you..." Riding on horseback, Tirion looked at the dwarf in confusion.
Oscar looked proud. "You are stupid, there is someone above me! I have done meritorious service for the Alliance, how could that Titan Divine Venerable turn me into a Lich King bitch with no free thoughts! I am an undercover agent now, you understand undercover! In the future, you counterattack Naxxramas, remember not to accidentally hurt me, a friendly force!"
Tirion suddenly understood, and then lowered his head gratefully, "Thank you for your help, and I hope Holy Light will guide you to relief as soon as possible."
Looking at Tirion running away, Oscar curled his lips and said, "Bullshit Holy Light, if you do that to me now, I won't be surprised if my whole body is on fire."
******
Just when Bridget*Abendis and Tirion*Fording rushed towards Light's Hope Chapel at the same time, the war in the southern part of the mainland also broke out at the same time.
The army of the Alliance encountered the army of True Horde on the plain not far from Blackrock Spire.
At the same time, a small Dark Iron Dwarves unit wandering around was also involved.
The leader of Dark Iron Dwarves is the puppet commander Agamemnon. He was taking his Obsidian Golem and black iron soldiers to return to Blackrock Depths. As a result, he was unlucky and encountered the two evil spirits blocking the door.
Agamemnon This Black Dwarf looked at the troops of Orcs and the black dragon, and then at the troops of humans and Bronzebeard Dwarves. Since they couldn't hide, then...
Decisively join the war!
"Alliance on the other side! Don't shoot! We are one of our own! For the sake of the Black Iron Queen, Bronzebeard Princess Moira! I am willing to help you!"
Varian heard this and looked at the dwarf general beside him, who also nodded to Varian.
"Come here, you Dark Iron Dwarvess better not play tricks on me!"
Rend*Blackhand was riding on the back of a black dragon, looking at the Alliance's troops with disdain.
"You want to defeat me with all this rubbish? Defeat True Horde? Hahahaha... Stupid human King, you are not far from death!"
Rend waved the warhammer in his hand and roared.
"Attack!!! Kill them all!!! It's time for us to counterattack!"
Blackrock Orcs and Black Dragonkin started Charge, and Black Dragon Riders in the sky also roared close to the Alliance's troops.
Varian smiled and said, "Bullying Alliance for not having an air force?" Then he took out a crystal communicator.
"Skybreaker, all fleets, join the battle!"
So Black Dragon Riders was stunned. They looked at the clouds higher in the sky. At this moment, there were seven or eight behemoths penetrating the clouds and slowly descending.
"All turrets, target Black Dragon Riders! Gnomish Gyrocopter troops, take off immediately!"
Soon, a large group of noisy dwarf helicopters trailing two streaks of black smoke flew away from the mothership, surrounded Black Dragon Riders and attacked with machine guns and Gnomish Missiles.
The black technology of the dwarves is also unreasonable. In the low-tech world of Azeroth, cruel things like missiles are created like a loft in the sky, and horses are driven by steam. It is simply unreasonable.
As for things like airships, they are completely products developed in advance by the dwarves who did not want to be compared with Heklar Consortium's Goblinss and worked hard under pressure.
The turrets and machine guns on the airship were even denser, and Black Dragon Riders suddenly began to suffer casualties.
As a last resort, Black Dragon Riders could only concentrate on fighting with the Alliance's air force and gave up ground support.
On the ground, Varian held up a two-handed sword that was already burning with flames.
"Alliance! Attack!"
After that, he took the lead and rushed towards True Horde's army.
Human cavalry and infantry closely followed their past and launched Charge.
The dwarves drove the brass-colored Steam Tank to attack the two wings, and the sound of firing from the turrets and machine guns on the top was endless.
Varian jumped off his horse and rushed into Orcs's formation brandishing the two-handed sword like a meat grinder. As the sword was swung, streaks of flame spread out, burning enemies in the distance that could not be struck.
Alliance's army followed and attacked Blackrock Orcs's front. In this wave of hedging, Alliance has the upper hand.
The Black Dragons are a troublesome group. Their strength and physique crush humans, and are even better than Orcs.
But this is not a problem that ordinary soldiers need to consider. Dawn Knights will go straight to the dragon people with the light of judgment, and confront the dragon people head-on with the blessing of the dawn.
King Varian is currently wielding Heart of the Berserker, releasing uninterrupted Whirlwind in the Orcs army.
Then he saw Rend jump off the black dragon and rush towards him.
"Come on, you Orcs bastard!"
Varian also started moving towards Rend Charge.
The two collided violently, the battle ax and the two-handed sword colliding with a large number of sparks.
Then the hammer shattered.
Rend flew out like a kite with its string broken.
"Trash like you is not even comparable to a hair of Orgrim, True Horde? Bah!"
Varian looked at Rend*Blackhand with disdain, who couldn't get up for a long time, and laughed loudly.
It's not that Rend is too weak, but that Varian's talent is like being cheated, and Warrior is too strong. Coupled with the blessing of the artifact, Rend survived after being hit, which is already very good.
Blackrock Orcs saw his Great Chief kneeling on the ground unable to get up, and his morale immediately plummeted.
Varian swung his sword and killed several Orcs soldiers nearby.
"Continue the attack! Kill them all!"
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