"Ah sneeze!"
Sir Anduin Lothar, who was walking on the mountain road of the Redridge Mountains, sneezed loudly. Maybe it was the coldness in the mountains at night that made him feel cold, but it was also possible that some nasty ghost was talking about him behind his back.
He refused the cloak offered by the attendant beside him, indicating that he did not need it, and then continued to trek forward with his Iron Horse Knightss.
According to the news from those K'ure Alliance Warrior stationed at the Redridge Mountains Lumber Mill these days, the scouts of Green Skins Orcs have crossed the border of Black Morass and are peeping and investigating the terrain of the Redridge Mountains.
This looks like he is going to cause trouble. After Lothar temporarily takes over the command of Gavinrad and allows the other party to stay at Stonewall Keep to reorganize military affairs, he will personally deal with these Green Skins Wolf Rider who come and go like the wind.
"Marshal, those Green Skins are right in front!"
Stonewall Keep's young scout used his not-so-skilled Stealth skills to arrive near the knights led by Lothar. He reported in a low voice:
"Those Arakkoa tracked them and locked their location and direction. They will pass by here in ten minutes. This is the most perfect ambush circle.
There were about thirty people on the other side and an equal number of accompanying Black Wolf. The Arakkoa said that there were dangerous Wolf Spirit Priest and two Warlock among them, but it is difficult for our people to understand the unique language of the Arakkoa, so there may be a slight information bias."
"I don't blame you. The first time I heard Arakkoa speak, I was filled with questions."
Lothar smiled and said:
"But those Arakkoas with wings are indeed the most perfect scouts and assassins. They are much friendlier than those Harpys who do evil."
"You are joking, Marshal, how can Harpy, which is covered in disgusting feces, compare with Sunfire Arakkoa? It's like comparing a humble free-range chicken with an eagle soaring in the sun."
The bold scout made a joke, which made the marshal and the knights beside him burst into laughter.
Lothar looked at the young man in front of him with satisfaction and asked:
"Gavinrad told me that you are a natural soldier and scout, and he plans to promote you to captain. So, Kishaen, as a young adult, why don't you follow your father's generation and become a successful businessman, and instead join the army?"
"Uh, can I not answer? Marshal."
The young man named "Kishaen" was a little embarrassed, but under the gaze of the marshal, this big boy who just celebrated his sixteenth birthday a few days ago sighed and said:
"I made the sister next door pregnant and broke their engagement. My father wanted to break my legs. I have a bad reputation in Lakeshire. I have nowhere to go except Stonewall Keep. Fortunately, the general took me in. Otherwise, I would have had to fight all the way to Stormwind for food.
I want to stand out, Marshal!"
He said loudly:
"Go back to face my wife and the child who is about to be born."
"Oh, he is still a born prodigal. It's a pity that my army does not need children to work hard."
Lothar joked a few words, patted his shoulder and said:
"Take down these Green Skinss and kill a few more bastards! I will personally give you a medal and send you back to make you famous. When you become an adult, you can join the army again! I'm waiting for the day when you officially enlist in the army."
"As you command!"
Kishaen immediately straightened his back, and then under the command of Lothar, he led a group of knights to the ambush point, while Lothar led other knights to surround them on the other side.
Although Green Skins has fewer people than them, as a military commander who has spent his whole life, Lothar does not underestimate the enemy.
Although he has received reports about Green Skins Orcs, he must face these alien monsters in person to confirm whether those reports are true.
"Marshal, I went to Lumber Mill to see those K'ure Alliance's Warrior before."
Lieutenant Windsor was assigned by Gavinrad General to temporarily serve as the adjutant of Lothar. Yes, this guy was promoted because he fought bravely and rescued his comrades.
He whispered to the marshal:
"I discovered that the temporary leader of that group of alien Warrior is also a Orcs, a female Orcs, but her skin is brown, so they must be of the same species. Do we need to arrange extra manpower to watch them?"
"Of course! Master Malin will take care of this. The most urgent task now is to learn their language, otherwise we won't even be able to communicate."
Lothar held the hilt of his sword and listened to the sound coming from the distance.
The legendary Warrior whispered:
"If those K'ure Warrior people really can't be idle, let them help deal with the Gnoll bandits wandering in the mountains. The Redridge Mountains war is about to begin, and I don't want those stubborn beasts to cause trouble for us in the rear.
Be prepared!
Green Skins is coming, they have been a little too arrogant these days, Warrior, let them see the power of us humans!"
On the other side, Wolf Rider of the Thunderlord Clan are driving Dire Wolf towards the edge of the Redridge Mountains. They have been surveying the nearby terrain under the command of Chieftain Fenris in recent days.
Because of the nature of Wolf Rider coming and going like the wind, they had reached the entrance of Deadwind Pass as far away as possible. Even before Lothar arrived, they tried to get close to Lakeshire under the cover of night, but they were discovered by the annoying Arakkoa and had to retreat immediately.
Fortunately, Dragonmaw Clan's sky reconnaissance made up for the failed spying operation. Their magic dragon can overlook Arakkoa from a high altitude that Arakkoa would not normally go to. At present, the entire Redridge Mountains terrain has been covered by Orcs has a general understanding that as long as Orgrim Great Chieftain gives the order, Orcs can rush out of Black Morass at any time and launch a devastating attack on this weak Human King country.
Green Skins Orcs has no grudges against humans, but I heard that their "allies" in this world hate this land. In return for saving their lives, War Horde will capture this kingdom for their allies.
war
This is entertainment that Green Skinss will welcome.
The humiliating defeat at Draenor burned their minds like a ball of fire, making them urgently need a victory to vent their humiliation.
"Woooooooo"
Black Demon Wolf, who was following Wolf Rider, suddenly let out a low howl, which made the leader Wolf Rider pull the reins of Dire Wolf fiercely. He raised his hand, and the well-trained Wolf Rider behind him immediately pulled out his Beheading Greatsword and Hunting Spear. As the captain watched carefully, he heard a loud roar when he was about to get up.
The scorching hot projectile fired by Dwarven-made Hunting Firearm was faster than the arrow and hit the captain Wolf Rider on the shoulder, knocking him off his car in a flash of blood.
The shot hit made Kishaen jump up and punch hard. The next second, the veterans pulled him back and punched him on the shoulder, making the little bastard lie down in the bunker. The arrows shot by Orcs were fast and accurate, and their slingshots hit the rocks fiercely.
Chaotic gunshots rang out, and Wolf Rider started Charge to close the distance.
But this meant that they had stepped into an ambush circle. When Green Skins rushed over, Lothar also activated at the same time.
The heavily armed Iron Horse Knights roared down the hillside, killing Green Skins like a propelled iron spear.
The size of the human armored war horse is between Talbuk and Elekk from Draenei. It has both the flexibility of Talbuk and the strength of Elekk. Wolf Rider, who was only wearing leather armor, was caught off guard. The first wave of Charge was scattered.
The sharp claws and bites of the demon wolf can hardly hurt these heavily armored Warrior. Instead, they will be chopped down by them condescendingly. As the forward, Lothar is even more brave. With a heavy sword in hand, Charge harvested the heads of several Green Skins.
The infantrymen also rushed out of the bunker and engaged in close combat with the chaotic Green Skins. The young Kishaen held a war spear and rushed towards the captain Wolf Rider who had been injured by himself.
He knew it was the leader, but he was not afraid at all.
If you kill him, you will get a medal from the marshal, and your reputation as a prostitute will be washed away.
The young man was eager for merit. He rushed over and swung his war spear and pierced the chest of the injured Orcs. In the previous battle with Gnoll, such a blow was enough to seal the victory. However, he underestimated that he was defeated by Orcs. Black Wolf God blessed Green Skins, Wolf Rider Captain swung his sword to cut off the spear, rushed towards him with a ferocious smile, and knocked Kishaen to the ground with one punch.
The dizzy young man opened his eyes and saw the hunting knife that was being chopped down towards him.
He's finished.
In despair, I heard the dwarf musket fire, and the grinning Green Skins's head exploded with blood, and the fatal projectiles blasted his head and made him fall.
Kishaen panted and turned around, and saw Lothar riding a war horse, throwing an exquisite dwarf handgun back into his horse pocket without looking here.
This made the young man feel ashamed, and he owed the marshal his life.
But he also had strong energy. He grabbed Captain Orcs's Hunting Knife, looked around, and rushed towards a Orcs who was trying to behead his comrade. He screamed and cut his neck with Hunting Knife.
Because he knew that Orcs Life Force was powerful, Kishaen used all his strength this time, and could even feel the blade cutting on Orcs's bones, finally killing the enemy.
Wolf Rider only has more than thirty people, and Lothar brings nearly a hundred people and terrain advantages. Victory is the inevitable result.
Under the leadership of his big brother Divine Might, the human Warrior was extremely brave and quickly killed all Orcs, not sparing their Dire Wolf and those ferocious demon wolves.
"Skin these beasts off!"
Lothar shouted:
"Gavinrad said that he had seen the gorgeous Wolf Pelt Cloak on the alien Saint. Although he didn't say it, I know that he also wanted a cloak like that. He took these fine wolf leathers back and gave them to the leatherworkers.
I will make a good cloak for all of you, and I will pay for the clothes!
Consider it my personal award."
"Thank you Sir."
After the victory, Warrior cheered loudly, and Kishaen took advantage of the chaos to grab two heads and kill a demon wolf.
He calculated that he should be able to get a medal, but when he looked at the sky above him, the young man's naturally excellent vision allowed him to capture a huge thing falling rapidly from the night sky.
He was hesitant at first, but soon his face became frightened.
After realizing that the target of that thing was Lothar, the young man didn't care about anything else and rushed towards Lothar, shouting:
"Marshal, be careful! There's something up there!"
"Ah, where is that damn artifact you promised?"
Zuluhed complained to Lord Demon Dragon on his crotch in an irritable tone:
"Are you really sure that "Dragon Soul" is in this mountainous area? I have gone out to investigate every night these days. We have almost climbed over every ravine in the Redridge Mountains, but apart from scaring those stupid Gnoll to death, we have found nothing at all!
Did you remember it wrong?
Or, you actually don't know where that thing is?"
"Shut up, Zuluhed."
Lord Leshorn is also very helpless.
Its tone was equally irritable, not much better than Zuluhed, and its pair of Fel-stained snake eyes constantly searched the ground Redridge Mountains underground, even sparing every cave.
It says:
"After those pathetic Kaldorei used Dragon Soul to blow up Well of Eternity in War of the Ancients, they entrusted it to Guardian Dragonflight. The only people who handled it were Red Dragon Queen and her favorite mistress Korialstrasz.
Eranikus His Majesty spent a lot of time and even cooperated with those bastards Infinite Dragonflight to figure out the whereabouts of the artifact.
Just at the Redridge Mountains!
It must be here. When they hid the artifact, this was still a barren land on the edge of the world, but who knows, these stupid humans actually built a town here ten thousand years later.
Damn it!
Their activities have destroyed the terrain here, and those stupid Dark Iron Dwarves summoned Fire Lord to appear in Material World, making this place completely different from what it was 10,000 years ago. I have to look for it."
"But we've rummaged through this place."
Zuluhed sighed and said:
"Could it be that the red dragons have set up some kind of barrier?"
"Aren't you talking nonsense? Warlock! If you don't think it will be useful, you can shut up! Don't bother me."
Lord Leshorn cursed:
"That's Dragon Soul! It's an artifact that can control Dragon Aspects and collect the power of Titan. Who knows how Deathwing forged such a dangerous thing in the first place. But if I were a red dragon, I would be eager to throw this thing into the sun.
They must have set up some kind of ritual that can interfere with the dragon's perception, otherwise it cannot explain the fact that our efforts over the past few days have yielded nothing.
If that doesn't work, we can only use the human wave tactic!
Let your Great Chieftain send troops to attack Redridge Mountains as soon as possible, scatter hundreds of thousands of Green Skins all over this mountainous area, and turn over every stone. I don't believe it. Huh?
Look below, Zuluhed!
Humans are ambushing your fellow humans as if they were hunting a pack of wild beasts."
"Hey, what does Wolf Rider of the Thunderlord Clan have to do with me?"
Zuluhed rolled his eyes and said:
"I am Chieftain of the Dragonmaw Clan and Stormreaver Clan. Thunderlord Clan is not my tribe, so go to hell with them!"
"But it's not good for you to watch your people being killed by humans and remain indifferent. You know, Orgrim has just woken up. This is the time when you need to kill people to establish your authority."
Lord Leshorn also feels that he needs to find a place to vent his anger these days. It said:
"Go back with some meritorious deeds."
"Hmph, then go down, my powerful dragon companion."
Zuluhed took out his Warlock bone staff and said to Lord Leshorn:
"You release a wave of deadly Nightmare Breath to control them. I'll kill them all. Look, the leader is the legendary Warrior. I just have to add Soul Stone."
The dragon didn't say a word, but folded its wings and fell from the sky.
The characteristics of the green dragon make it very good at hiding its breath. It was not until it entered the breath range that the humans on the ground discovered it, but it was too late.
The ferocious dragon opened its mouth, and dark green Nightmare Breath poured out like poisonous rain.
The green dragon's poison is an innate ability, and with the Fel enhancement, it can corrode everything, whether it is armor or flesh and blood. Under this wave of breath, they are all annihilated. Zuluhed swung the bone staff and kept hitting Soul Drain.
They laughed evilly in the chaos of massacre, and soon collected dozens of Soul Crystal, but they soon discovered something was wrong.
"Where are the others? There were more than a hundred people here just now? How come only half of them were left in the blink of an eye?"
Zuluhed shouted:
"What the hell kind of witchcraft is this?"
"Maybe it's a strange object like Hearthstone or Teleportation Scroll. Humans are not stupid barbarians. The magic they learned from the pointy-eared elves will definitely open your eyes."
Lord Leshorn didn't care at all about the life and death of these pitiable mortals. After a slaughter, his anger was gone. He chewed a few war horses as snacks, then flapped his wings and took off again, saying:
"Okay, it's time to go back and continue looking tomorrow!"
"Zhao! I feel like I'm a hard worker. At least you gave me a specific direction, but then again, the two of us work really well together."
"Of course! It's mainly because I'm great and you're just a fool waiting to die."
"Dragon! It's a dragon!"
Windsor Lieutenant is still immersed in the fear of the dragon's attack.
Although he was scared, he firmly grasped the weapon and was ready to fight at any time, but in the blink of an eye, the world was spinning, and he and the Warriors beside him left the fatal place of the dragon's breath. When he came back to his senses, he heard the Warriors beside him shouting for treatment.
The dragon's breath is too deadly for mortals.
"Marshal Lothar!"
The lieutenant looked back and found that Lothar had also fallen into the terrifying breath corrosion. If the young Kishaen hadn't thrown the knight off his horse just now, he would have been melted by now.
Even the flesh and blood of the legendary Warrior cannot withstand the frontal corrosive blow of Fel.
"Don't touch them both! This is a serious injury and requires special treatment."
A majestic voice sounded nearby.
The soldiers turned around and saw a luxurious carriage parked not far away, and a middle-aged man wearing a black dress with black hair and black eyes was taking off his gloves and walking towards them.
Next to him stood an elegant lady in a long skirt. In her hand, a magical orb that looked very expensive was being turned into pieces.
"You saved us from that cruel dragon?"
The lieutenant understood and immediately stood up and asked:
"Thank you, but who are you?"
"Well, I'm just an unlucky guest passing through."
The middle-aged man who looked like a big shot took out several bottles of expensive healing potions from his waist, and while treating Lothar and the seriously injured young man Kishaen beside him, he said:
"Brave Lieutenant, have you heard of. Prestor Family?"