Does it look like this? -Additional update[35]
(Additional update for brother "Huo Zhengtinghao" [3/5])
Westfall It was just getting dark, and the Northern Borderlands exiles living in the "refugee camp" began their day's work.
Although it is called a refugee camp, it was actually a farm before. It was recently recaptured from Green Skins by Mag'har Orcs and Westbrook Garrison's human Warrior. Most of the people living there are civilians who were sent to Westfall from the ruins of Dalaran. There are currently many refugee camps like this in Westfall, but this one is the closest to the front where the two armies are fighting.
For this reason, Sir Uther specially assigned a lieutenant to lead a shabby militia to protect them.
But to be honest, this is just a symbol.
At present, the exiles from Northern Borderlands have just completed the preliminary registration. The upper levels of Stormwind have no extra place to accommodate them, so they can only let them live in Westfall. Although it has been looted by Orcs, Westbrook Garrison can at least provide some enough food to satisfy their hunger. Those rough warehouses and shacks can save humans from sleeping in the open.
And the exiles of Northern Borderlands have nothing to complain about.
They had seen with their own eyes the scene of demons falling from the sky and the battle of Lordaeron. They knew very well that the result of staying there could only be death.
Stormwind Kingdom Although there is war, no one with eyes would think that Green Skins Orcs is more dangerous than the devil. However, Lieutenant Edras Blackmoore, who was ordered to protect this refugee camp, has not been very happy these days.
There are many reasons for his bad mood.
First, his previous request to stay in Lordaeron City to serve the king was rejected.
Although Sir Uther explained some reasons to him, the lieutenant knew that it was because of his "disgraceful" family background that he was not trusted by the Lordaron Kingdom's army.
His father Elindorn Blackmoore was once a high-ranking general with a fiefdom and a castle, but he was involved in a serious military leak when the lieutenant was a child, which directly led to the failure of the Lordaron Kingdom's secret attack on Silverpine Forest.
His father was deprived of his reputation and wealth, and ended his life as a disgraceful alcoholic.
As the "son of a traitor", Lieutenant Blackmoore's childhood and youth were understandably difficult for the Lordaron Kingdom. He was an idealistic person who joined the army in order to wash away the shame of his family.
Over the years, I have served conscientiously and worked harder than my colleagues, but in the end, I was still not trusted.
This felt very unfair to him.
He was willing to sacrifice his life for the king, but the king didn't even give him such a chance, so he was in a very confused state when he arrived at the Stormwind Kingdom. He drank for several days and still couldn't adjust.
Secondly, although the lieutenant is only a low-level commander, after all, my father was a general. He has a family heritage, and his commanding ability is far beyond that of the ordinary Warrior.
He knew that this refugee camp was said to have flat terrain and a broad view, but in fact it was synonymous with "no danger to defend".
The most terrible thing is that this place is very close to the area where Mag'har Orcs and Green Skins Orcs are fighting. This means that as long as Green Skins sends a small force to make a detour, he and the hundreds of exiles in this refugee camp will become victims of the conflict in a short time.
The lieutenant has made two requests to Sir Uther for additional troops, but nothing happened.
"Now we can only hope that Holy Light will be merciful and make those brown-skinned Orcs more powerful. We can quickly push the front further north and capture the Molsen Farm side. Only by securing key areas like Sentinel Hill can we form a new front line.
Alas, the brown-skinned Orcss fight bravely, but they don't know how to cooperate with the Steam Tanks of the dwarves. The Wolf Riders over there Green Skinss come and go like the wind. How long can the two sides keep fighting like this in Westfalls everywhere?"
After all, he is also a down-and-out nobleman.
He knew that this was not Sir Uther watching civilians in danger. He could imagine Sir Uther's embarrassing position in the Stormwind Kingdom's circle at this time. The knights in the knight's hands also had to protect the prince and princess. How could there be any extra soldiers sent here?
The lieutenant complained while writing the third request for help.
He knew that the result of sending this letter would not be different, but if he wrote the letter, he might not get support, and if he didn't, there would be no hope.
"If I were to control this situation, I would find a way to integrate into the Stormwind Kingdom's upper class circle first. The extremely elegant Princess Calia is a good candidate, and Prince Arthas can be the mascot.
As long as a few local nobles become allies, the exiles' life in the local area will be much better.
It's a pity that Sir Uther is brave enough and pious enough, but not very good at communication."
The lieutenant lamented that he felt suffocated, so he sealed the letter, then put on his sword and shield emblazoned with the black Falcon family emblem and left the room, intending to walk around the camp and deliver the letter on the way.
He only has a few veterans and a group of militiamen under his command to maintain order. These people cannot fight but they can at least act as a deterrent.
As a soldier, he likes everything to go according to his plan, but today the camp was in a mess. It was just dawn, and the civilians gathered together not knowing what they were talking about.
They seemed to be gesticulating around something. This gathering of people for no reason made the lieutenant unhappy. Blackmoore strode over there and scolded him coldly:
"Are the firewood ready? Have the wooden walls around the farm been erected? How can we have time to gather here and chat? Do you know that Green Skins will come over at any time! Without those walls, what can we do to resist those dangerous the Butcher?
Go to work!"
The lieutenant's scolding immediately caused the civilians to disperse. He was quite majestic here, but the next moment, the lieutenant noticed something strange.
"Mrs. Krania, what is that thing in your arms?"
The lieutenant recognized the fat lady in front of him as the wife of his secretary Tamis Foxton, a devout and hard-working believer. He also knew that his secretary and this wife had a lovely daughter.
Although Edras Blackmoore is just a lieutenant, the fact that he has a "private secretary" sounds too outrageous, but considering that he is a noble after all, although his family is in decline, he needs to maintain the necessary dignity.
Moreover, he is said to be a secretary, but in fact he is more like a servant who also serves as a clerk. It is purely a superficial effort to disguise his identity.
The aristocratic pedigree over there at Northern Borderlands is like this, with its own set of rules.
However, Lieutenant Blackmoore is still very good to his servants. During the previous retreat, he even took Foxton's family with him, which made Tamis and Krania grateful to him.
Facing the lieutenant's inquiry at this time, Mrs. Krania quickly explained:
"It's a baby! Master Blackmoore, my daughter Taresa accidentally discovered this when she ran to the river to fetch water this morning. He was placed in a broken basket and floated along the river to the nearby river bank.
Taresa said that it was fortunate that she left quickly, otherwise the little guy would have been captured and eaten by the ferocious local Murlocs.
But.
But this is not a human baby, you see, he is brown!"
The lieutenant stretched out his head and took a look in surprise, and instantly recognized the child Mag'har Orcs. When he was patrolling around the farm a few days ago, he had seen those Mag'har Warrior riding Dire Wolf.
"Although those Orcs are a little more barbaric, they are not so outrageous as to bring babies into the battlefield, right?"
The lieutenant frowned and asked:
"Does he have anything on him that can prove his identity?"
"Yes, half a blanket, and some leather swaddles, but they were soaked after being soaked in water for too long, so I changed him into dry clothes."
Mrs. Krania quickly called her daughter Taresa to bring over those leather blankets. The lieutenant took the leather and knew something was wrong as soon as he saw it.
His aristocratic family background allowed him to judge that these leathers were very rare and of high quality, and there were also wolf teeth polished like handicrafts. This was definitely not a luxury item that ordinary Orcs could use, but the half of the blanket with the strange emblem could not tell the reason.
The lieutenant has just arrived at the Stormwind Kingdom, and he knows nothing about Orcs culture.
But a secret joy arose in the heart of the lieutenant who squinted his eyes.
He looked at the weak Orcs baby in front of him and felt that he had finally gotten lucky after so many years of misfortune.
Mag'har Orcs is Stormwind Kingdom's alien ally, Marshal Lothar and Westbrook Garrison's Windsor Commodore values them all very much. Now the baby Orcs, who is suspected to be of noble status, has been rescued by his servant. As long as he returns him to Mag'har, he will be able to make a modest contribution.
Although it is most likely just the result of mosquito legs, it is much better than continuing to live on this farm.
"Why doesn't he cry?"
The lieutenant quickly went through the plan in his mind, and then said in surprise:
"Aren't babies this big noisy?"
"He may be hungry, or he may be sick. This poor little guy has been in the water for at least half a day."
Taresa·Foxton with cute little braids stood beside her mother, standing on tiptoes to look at the "brown boy" in her arms. She said:
"Maybe we should find him some milk."
"Where can we find a cow for this little guy in this chaotic situation? We don't even have enough to eat ourselves."
The lieutenant shook his head, and "Scribe" Tamis, who came over after receiving the news, quickly came up with a way. He advised his master:
"There are women with babies in the camp. Maybe we can let them breastfeed this little Orcs, but I'm afraid they won't be willing. After all, it's hard for civilians to tell the difference between a Green Skins Orcs and a brown-skinned Orcs. Moreover, this child has fangs, which might scare them."
"But Holy Light teaches us that we cannot turn a blind eye to lives in need of help, not to mention that this is just a child, how dangerous can it be?"
Blackmoore Stroked the luxurious animal skin in his hand, he quickly made up his mind.
He wanted to firmly seize this opportunity that might bring changes to his extremely bad life, so he drew a triangle Holy Crest on his chest and said loudly and righteously:
"Tamis, my secretary, you immediately take this baby to the camp, and Mrs. Krania persuades the women to breastfeed this little Orcs. I remember there is a pharmacist in the camp. In short, you must ensure his survival.
This is a "diplomatic issue" involving humans and allies from other worlds, and it must not be taken lightly.
I will send someone to contact the nearby Mag'har Orcs and ask them to send someone to pick up the child."
After saying that, the lieutenant took out a bottle of precious healing potion from his body, unscrewed the lid with some distress and fed the weak little Orcs a few mouthfuls, then turned around and hurriedly went to find someone to deliver the message.
Mrs. Krania was a little helpless about this order, but Mr. Tamis had attended several small noble banquets with Lieutenant Blackmoore. He was shrewd and had guessed the master's thoughts, so he whispered to his wife:
"Those animal skins! Although I am not an expert, I feel that the furs I have seen in the Barov Family's manor are not that luxurious. There are also those wolf fang pendants. Although they look barbaric, the craftsmanship is very sophisticated.
Our Taresa may have accidentally picked up an "alien nobleman".
So, let's just listen to the lieutenant on this matter. It won't do any harm to our family. You see, the war is going on right now. We have to find a way to get out of this camp that doesn't even have a guard. It would be great if we could move to Stormwind because of this."
"Yes, this little guy is awesome."
Taresa, who is only four years old, cannot understand those complicated things. She will wave her fists and say mysteriously to her parents:
"When I picked him up by the river, I could see the river water surrounding him, as if it was actively supporting him. There must be Murlocs in the water at that time. I could smell the fishy smell, but Murlocs didn't dare to hurt this little guy!
I think he might have some strange power. The veteran under the lieutenant said before that Orcs has Shaman. Maybe this baby is a Shaman."
"Nonsense."
Mr. Tamis reluctantly patted his imaginative daughter on the head, shook his head and said:
"This is just a baby. It's probably not even a month old. No matter how ridiculous Orcs's physique is, it's impossible for him to become Shaman at such a big age. Let's go, we have to take good care of this little guy."
On the other side, Lieutenant Blackmoore folded up the half of the blanket, tied the wolf fang pendant on it as a token, and handed it to a veteran under his command, and told him to get on his horse and go to the nearby brown leather Orcs to report the news.
Although the lieutenant desires meritorious service, he is still an officer. He knows that he cannot leave his post without authorization, otherwise he will be caught and it will be difficult to be promoted.
Watching the veteran go away, Blackmoore let out a sigh of relief. Watching Westfall's grass grow and the orioles fly, he couldn't help but plead with Holy Light in his heart.
"Just give me a chance!"
He said in his heart:
"I don't need you to give me wealth and power. I know that is unrealistic, so I just want a chance to get ahead! I will use my own hands to get the rest of the things I desire.
Holy Light Oh, please grant my trivial prayer, I would rather not drink at all!
Yes, this is the One sacrifice I can give you now."
"Poof"
The flying battle ax accurately chopped down the panicked veteran, who fell off the war horse without saying a word. The well-trained war horse wanted to fight back, but was forced by several Dire Wolf to escape in the direction in which it came.
Several Green Skins Wolf Rider driving Dire Wolf rushed to the veteran who was hacked to death. After realizing that this guy was not a human messenger, they immediately screamed in disappointment, but soon, a Orcs discovered the rolled leather and wolf fang pendant from the veteran's arms.
"Isn't this the emblem of the Frostwolf Clan?"
The Green Skins with the scar on his face shouted:
"Durotan What the hell is that bastard doing?"
"You idiot, this is not a emblem, this is the swaddling clothes used to wrap the baby, and these wolf fang pendants, these are the elemental tools of Shaman."
Wolf Rider Captain looked carefully at these tiny things.
Lieutenant Blackmoore could not understand the symbols in Orcs culture, but Green Skinss were very proficient in them. The captain quickly read the important meaning. He narrowed his eyes and said:
"You guys, follow the escaped war horse and see where it goes! I'm going to take these things back to Chieftain to see. Don't move around and wait for my order."
After saying that, he drove Dire Wolf quickly to the hills to the north of Westfall. The locals called that raised hill "Sentinel Hill", and the frontline headquarters of Westfall's Green Skins Orcs was right there.
They have two headquarters here, Sentinel Hill and Moonbrook further back, and the ones who command the local Green Skins are no longer Blackhand brothers. Those two The guys were transferred to Burning Steppes last month because of their "efforts in transporting food", and their replacements were Chieftain Drak'Sul from the newly reorganized Stormreaver Clan.
Warlock, a Shadow Council, is also one of the many disciples of Gul'dan.
From this identity, we can probably guess that Warlock must have followed the path of Zuluhed in order to openly become the "lord" of a place.
Drak'Sul is not a very talented Orc Warlock, so facing the fierce attack of Mag'har Orcs led by Durotan, in less than a week, the local Green Skins has lost one-third of the occupied area, but fortunately the strict Varok Saurfang Warlord has also been transferred away, so no one will scold him for his incompetence.
When Captain Wolf Rider arrived at Sentinel Hill with those things, Drak'Sul had just completed a sacrifice.
He sacrificed the human slaves who did not work well and wanted to escape to the devil, and in exchange for a team of Demon Guard descended near the position to assist in defense.
"Making this kind of wolf tooth ornament is Frostwolf Clan's unique technique. It is a token taken from those loyal Dire Wolf who died of old age. Shaman will make them into amulets."
Although Gul'dan's disciples have their own bad habits, they are indeed knowledgeable and knowledgeable. Drak'Sul held the jade wolf teeth and looked at them carefully, put them to his ears to listen and smelled them under his nostrils.
After a moment, he concluded:
"A baby! A Mag'har baby with a distinguished status accidentally wandered to Westfall and was picked up by local humans. They used these belongings to contact Mag'har Orcs to pick up the baby.
Haha, judging from the outstanding materials of these leathers and amulets, that baby should be the youngest son of Durotan!
Do you remember?
When we were forced to leave Draenor, Durotan's wife, Ms. Draka, the heroine of Orcs, was already pregnant and could not go to the battlefield.
Calculating the time, now is exactly the time when the child is born!
OK!
Now Black Wolf God is really merciful."
This Warlock smiled ferociously, waved his hand, and said to the captain Wolf Rider beside him:
"Go and gather people! I will personally lead the team to that human gathering point, and we must take our distinguished Frostwolf Clan "Young Chieftain" back to his compatriots.
I heard that Frostwolf Clan is the Orcs clan that values feelings the most, so let us see what choice Mag'har Great Chieftain Durotan will make when facing victory and his newborn son!"
Orcss came out in full force soon.
This movement caused the surrounding human slaves, who were shackled and working under the whipping of Orcs overseer, to whisper.
They were all locals who had the misfortune to be captured by Orcs. Westfall's folk customs are fierce and fierce. Ever since they were captured, there have been many escape incidents.
In the past, when brother Blackhand was in charge of this place, he would turn a blind eye, but now that Drak'Sul is in charge, the living environment of the human slaves has immediately switched to "hell mode".
Among the group of human slaves who were whispering and angrily cursing that Orcs had to die a good death, a boy in his early teens shrank his head and stared at the direction where Orcs Chieftain was leaving under the escort of capable Wolf Rider.
The boy with sharp eyes frowned, thinking that this Sentinel Hill is the front line of the conflict between the two sides. Green Skins Orcs has been defeated by the brown-skinned Orcs with high morale in the past few days. Their Warlock Chieftain is not stationed here, so why is it running towards the seaside?
Are you trying to escape?
No!
You have to follow along and see for yourself!
His stern grandma sent him here to ask him to use Orcs Warlord's head as proof of completing Shadow Trial, but he had already wasted too much time, and now, he must give it a try.