"Have the casualties been counted?"
In the plain area bordering Redridge Mountains and Brightwood, Diakum found Lothar, and he asked straight to the point:
"How many wounded people need treatment?"
"Many, more than you can imagine."
The marshal was a little haggard, but he still managed to pull himself together and handed a document he had just compiled to his fellow travelers. Diakum glanced at it, nodded and said:
"Well, judging from the level of the first battle, the casualties are still within the acceptable range. It can even be described as a "victory transition"."
"I feel like you're mocking me."
Lothar sighed and said:
"I have never fought a battle with such casualties in my life. Redridge Mountains's defenders and Stonewall Keep's army only have one-fifth left. Moonbrook Brigade is even worse. Because of the damn freeze, only one thousand of the nearly three thousand people I brought with me left alive.
Most of them are still lying on stretchers, Llane is going crazy.
This went beyond his prior assessment of the war."
"Then you learn to adapt. You are confused, but your soldiers need encouragement more than you."
Dick pointed outside the camp and said:
"They think they failed to fulfill their duties, and your job is to help them boost their morale. If your spine is broken in the first battle, you don't have to torture yourself later.
Fenris Wolfbrother is the most cruel Chieftain of Draenor. He released you just to make you his "pioneer of disaster". One coward under heavy pressure can demoralize the friendly forces far more than ten Orcs axes.
Of course, as a general in command, you should understand this truth.
Cheer up, Lothar, the war has just begun, it would be too early to give up now."
"Well, thanks for the reminder."
Lothar nodded and walked out of the camp with Diakum.
Vigilant in human form is just as behind as his powerful bodyguards, and rumors are already spreading in the camp that "Wrynn Royal Family is the ancestral mysterious master who has been worshiped for generations".
It has a nose and eyes, and most soldiers believe that there is a Half Elf or an elf hidden under the mighty Lionheart Battle Armor.
He must have lived for at least a few thousand years!
Otherwise, it cannot be explained that he alone can achieve unparalleled and terrifying combat power among hundreds of Orcs.
"The Mag'har warrior who repelled Orcs and saved us at the critical moment, is she okay?"
After Lothar checked several camps, he suddenly remembered Gaiara. He asked, and Diakum said softly in a stern tone:
"Using that level of "Elemental Incarnation" rashly when you first come into contact with the elements is too messy. Gaiara was really pretty when Thunderlord Wolf Rider retreated in shock, but she was also really embarrassed when she was lying on the hospital bed moaning with a splitting headache.
I can't count on her anymore, it's really "three minutes God of War".
Typical young man!
As quickly as it comes, it goes as quickly as it comes."
Lothar was amused by these words. He thought about it and asked again:
"The dragon lady."
"She's even worse. Dragon Aspects's power has all been extracted by Orcs's evil artifact. It's a miracle that she can still maintain the form of a dragon."
A subtle laughter sounded under Dick's battle helmet, saying:
"Generally speaking, in this case, she will start to degenerate to the original form of Proto-Dragon. After all, the power that supported her becoming Dragon Aspects has disappeared. However, after hundreds of thousands of years of flesh and blood evolution, her body is not that fragile.
She is still a dragon, but perhaps more like a powerful beast.
But believe me, this is not a bad thing for Tarecgosa. What the child lost was just the shackles, and what she will get in the future is far beyond her imagination.
The premise is that she must survive until then."
"Boom"
A violent explosion sounded on the other side of the ridge.
The rhythmic explosions were like the muffled sound of large firecrackers under water. The dwarves' engineering explosives continued to exert force, blowing away the Zhishui Lake Bridge that took several years to build in Stormwind Kingdom, making the lake no longer calm.
Lothar quickly rushed up to the hills not far away and stared at the collapsed bridge in flames by the lakeside.
They must blow it up and destroy all the ships. This lake across the Redridge Mountains will block the Orcs army from moving forward, but this cannot stop it for long.
"There is another road in the mountains called "Ripper Valley"."
Lothar pointed at the mountains under the setting sun in the distance and introduced Diakum and Garona who appeared from his shadow:
"That is the ancestral land of Darkhide Gnoll, and it is also another road that can pass through the mountains. Although it is rugged and difficult, it cannot stop those nimble giant wolves. Gnoll will most likely not let Green Skins go, but there is no way they can be the opponent of that group of beasts.
At most half a month
No, ten days!
In ten days at most, Wolf Rider of Orcs will cross Redridge Mountains and reach the border of Brightwood and Elwynn Forest. What is even more frightening is that the terrain of these two large forests is flat and there is no danger to defend.
We only have ten days left, and the kingdom must mobilize its entire force!"
"You only considered the confrontation between Gnoll and Green Skins, but did not consider the worse situation."
Diakum whispered:
"What if they unite?"
"Huh?"
Lothar looked at Gleam with surprise, and Garona explained in a low voice beside him:
"Green Skins Orcs will not bring too many servants, but the problem is that their Black Wolf God seems to love canines, and Gnoll also has the word "wolf" in its name."
The marshal of the kingdom fell silent and remained silent for a long time.
Diakum looked at the young people next to him. Kishaen was the leader of these boys and girls who were born in Lakeshire. It was they who risked being attacked by Two-Headed Wyvern and tied explosives to Lakeshire's bridge when Warrior were fighting fiercely on the front line.
"Don't cry! Don't even cry!"
Kishaen shouted to his friends in a crying tone:
"We are only leaving temporarily, we will come back, we will drive out those damn Green Skins and take back our home, we we"
He couldn't speak anymore, turned his head and let out a weak whimper.
A gentle girl wiped her tears and stepped forward to hug Kishaen. Diakum noticed that the girl's belly was slightly bulging. Hmm, is this the "big sister next door"?
This guy can do it!
"Hello."
Dick shouted to those young people:
"Marshal Lothar wants to form a team specifically responsible for reconnaissance and destruction behind enemy lines. He gave this team a very cool name, "The Uncrowned". It will be temporarily led by my granddaughter, Ms. Garona, the legendary assassin master of Draenor. You guys look very talented. Do you want to join?
Master Garona can provide you with free training."
"Can you kill Orcs?"
Kishaen turned around and asked full of hatred.
Garona disliked her nosy grandpa and found a job for herself, but she didn't hate Kishaen's clear love-hate character, so she casually threw out a crystal flying knife and pierced a tree trunk while the young people looked at her in shock.
"How do you want to kill Green Skins?"
she asked:
"Poison? Arrows? Traps? Curses? Bullets? Or my favorite, quietly emerging from their shadows, gently and ruthlessly severing their necks? Carving out their hearts?"
"I want to learn it all!"
Kishaen wiped away his tears, his fire-breathing eyes interpreted hatred, and he said:
"I'm going to make them pay!"
"Set up your wife and follow me tonight."
Garona made a gesture and disappeared into the shadow of grandpa, but Marshal Lothar sighed and said:
"Dick, I know you mean well, but Stormwind Kingdom has its own intelligence system, and Ms. Parsonia will not be happy."
"Them? They can stop my granddaughter first."
Vigilant looked back at Lothar and said:
"Also. Who allowed you to call me this nickname?"
"Ah? Can't you?"
"Okay, I just. Forget it, keep calling like that. Let's go, it's time to set off. I hope Brightwood won't cause any more mess. My weak spirit needs to relax."
"Master Alexis! You can no longer hesitate, the farmer who escaped from the Redridge Mountains has told us Green Skins Orcs According to the movement of, the people in that place have been retreating towards Elwynn Forest! Once those brutal invaders cross Redridge Mountains, Brightwood will bear the brunt!
We must prepare in advance.
Come and use your powerful magic!
I heard from your apprentice that that magic was taught to you by Master Medivh himself, and it will definitely protect our town from the invasion of Green Skins!"
Outside the town of Precision Garden, in a quiet forest manor in the south of Brightwood, the local lord Duke Elro Eberlock and a large group of nobles were begging the old mage who was sitting on the main seat with a pleasant demeanor.
The latter wears the Dalaran and Kirin Tor emblems on his chest, which represents his origin, and the staff floating in his hand, which looks like a combination of black ice crystals and an ancient wooden staff, symbolizes his strength.
This thing just floats there and exudes cold air. Even nobles who don't understand magic but know the smell of witches know how valuable this thing is.
Ebony Chill!
Dalaran's famous spellcaster artifact is not as good as the legendary Atiesh - Guardian's Scepter in terms of energy level, but in the unanimous evaluation of Grand Maguss, it is also a good thing passed down from ancient times and its quality is on the same level as Elune's Guardian Staff.
The best thing is that Ebony Chill is not a noisy magic weapon. Its shaper did not infuse it with unnecessary intelligence, allowing it to serve loyally those mages who can harness its powerful power.
Being able to control such an artifact shows that the status of "Alexis" Grand Magus in front of you is definitely extraordinary.
In fact, if he had not been obsessed with power but had always walked Arcane Path, he would definitely have a place in Council of Six of Dalaran now.
At this time, facing the pleas of the local nobles, Grand Magus was also a little helpless.
The reason why he did not stay in his own Mage Tower in Dalaran, but took the artifact all the way to Brightwood, was naturally with a mission.
Like Khadgar, this guy is also a member sent by Kirin Tor to "monitor" Medivh.
With Astral Mage's energy and magical attainments, ordinary mages, let alone surveillance, would end up disappearing inexplicably if they dared to approach Karazhan. Only Grand Magus, who holds an artifact like Alexis, dared to take on this hard job.
However, as mentioned before, Alexis is not a person obsessed with power.
He has no interest in the discord between Kirin Tor and the guardians, has almost no defensiveness, and has an extremely strong thirst for knowledge, which leads to a very "black humor" result.
He was sent to monitor Medivh, and within a few days, Alexis and Medivh became good friends.
This is not a derogatory term.
As a true Grand Magus who is dedicated to traveling on Arcane Path, Medivh admires Alexis's potential, talent and thirst for knowledge. He transformed into a raven and personally came to the manor where Alexis was temporarily staying, sharing those magical magical inspirations with him all night long.
Alexis also admires Medivh very much.
He even took the initiative to lend Ebony Chill to Medivh to study the magic power belonging to the first generation guardian Alodi. Medivh also gave Atiesh, Greatstaff of the Guardian to Alexis to study in a dignified manner.
Such frankness made both of them feel at ease with each other.
To be honest, if it weren't for Council of Six's constant urging, this business trip at Brightwood would have been almost the most wonderful time in Grand Magus's life.
With the help of Medivh, Alexis has completed six difficult magic project researches in a row. His mind is now filled with the "Arcane new world" opened by Astral Mage for him, and he can't wait to return to his Mage Tower to conduct a multi-year secret research.
Grand Magus can feel that as long as he fully understands the mysterious knowledge Medivh taught him, he may even be able to break through the boundaries of demigods on his own.
But things never go as planned.
Just when Grand Magus was packing his luggage and preparing to leave, something happened.
"Are you sure that Green Skins will attack Tranquil Garden Town?"
Archmage Alex is so annoyed by the nobles,
The old mage, who had never been used to communicating too much with others in his life, stretched out his hand to stop their calls for help and asked seriously:
"From Black Morass to Brightwood, you have to take either Redridge Mountains or Deadwind Pass, but the former has Marshal Lothar, and the latter has to pass through the Karazhan tower.
I really don't think you need to worry so much. This place is very safe, and there are elite Kurzen Brigade stationed at the Stranglethorn Vale border. It will only take a few hours for them to arrive here for support. I can understand your fear, but magic is not as safe as you think.
Especially a huge barrier that protects a town.
Even I have to work hard to maintain it, and I haven't fully mastered the protective magic taught to me by Mr. Medivh."
"Please help me!"
Duke Eberlock is a local lord. He has his own intelligence channels and knows more.
Seeing that Grand Magus didn't want to help, the Duke immediately produced evidence.
"Although the one being attacked now is Redridge Mountains, we can be sure that Orcs has already infiltrated Brightwood. This is not my imagination. My guards can always hear wolves howling during patrols these days.
You know, there are indeed gray wolves in the area, but they never come close to towns, and more than one person has seen strange figures walking through the woods like ghosts.
Those guys are carrying strange Battle Standard, and at first glance they are the pioneers of Orcs!"
He said:
"We don't ask you to protect us for a long time. We just need to wait until Marshal Lothar's army arrives here. For this, we are willing to offer you a generous reward. Don't refuse it yet. I heard that your Mage Tower inherited it from your mentor and has not been repaired for almost two hundred years.
You are devoted to the path of magic, but your apprentices are so destitute that they need to work as guards for others to earn living expenses."
The Duke shook his head and said:
"Let's do this. If you are willing to help, then I will pay to hire your apprentices to become my family's personal mages for ten years! Regardless of whether they have the ability like you or not, I will support them for ten years!"
"We are the same. We will raise money to build a statue for you at Stormwind!"
Other nobles donated generously.
For them, at this critical time, money is no longer important.
Alexis himself has no worries about life. Kirin Tor's monthly Grand Magus allowance alone is enough for him, but how his less outstanding disciples will live in the future is indeed a problem.
In a City of Magic like Dalaran, not every mage can support himself through magic.
Although this Grand Magus is not sociable, he is a kind person. He thought it would be a good thing to find a long-term meal ticket for his disciples before he left.
So after thinking about it, he nodded.
In the evening of that day, a huge magic circle ceremony was completed in the center of Tranquil Garden Town. Master Alexis held Ebony Chill and cast spells with the assistance of his apprentices. He wanted to set up a "miniature" Violet Barrier here.
That is the area of protection Dalaran is most famous for.
Or Medivh taught himself how to shrink such a huge field and maintain it in the short term.
Once this magic is released, the barrier will exist in Tranquil Garden Town for at least ten days, which is enough for the people here to persist until Marshal Lothar returns with his troops.
The whirling Arcane Magic continued to roll in the town, creating streaks of purple halo visible to the naked eye. An eggshell-shaped magic barrier was quickly formed, which immediately attracted the attention of Diakum, who was driving Sunwing towards the town and asked the people here to be prepared to receive wounded soldiers.
"There's something wrong with that magic!"
Star Soul warned in his spirit:
"The space beacon has been tampered with, and the landing point is Twisting Nether! It's too late to stop it, stay away from it!"
"It covers the whole town! It's full of civilians!"
Diakum faced a choice at this moment.
But he only hesitated for a second, and rushed in at the moment when the halo closed with Sunwing's acceleration.
Amidst the horrified screams of thousands of people, when the stream of light changing from heaven to earth turned into a strange scene of Twisting Nether, Diakum fell to the ground. He moved his neck and pulled out Flame Blade.
"This is not a summons from Holy Light, but my own choice."
Looking at the demons who had been waiting here for a long time and charging up with ferocious smiles, he said:
"Besides, my weak spirit needs some relaxation. Is there any better relaxation program in the world than slaying demons?"
"Huhu, Holy Light can't help you here."
Just as Shadow Word's sarcasm came to mind, Dick called out:
"Stop talking nonsense! Come here and give me your power."