Chapter 332 22.Blackmoore's struggle·The desire of little people-Additional update[45]
(Additional update for "Huo Zhengtinghao" brother [4/5])
"The Orcss of the Stormreaver Clan are surrounding the refugee camp of Sadin Farm? Are they crazy? How could they suddenly bypass the conflict zone with Mag'har Orcs and go back to the rear?
The latest news I got yesterday said that Durotan Chieftain and his Wolf Rider had an encounter with the Stormreaver Clan at Molsen Farm. The movements of Green Skins today are very strange! Are they going to go around to the rear of the Mag'har Orcs camp to launch a surprise attack?"
Among Westbrook Garrison, the army is preparing for war here and waiting for Marshal Lothar to come over. Windsor Commodore, who initiated the Westfall recovery war, frowned.
He stood up and looked at Gryphon Rider in front of him, and asked loudly:
"Who sent this news?"
"It's our secret agent SI:7 who is lurking near Sentinel Hill. He is nicknamed "Little Thumb". The level of confidentiality in SI:7's intelligence system is very high. He usually only has a single line of contact with Ms. Parsonia."
Gryphon Rider in front of me immediately replied:
"This time the situation was urgent, so the other party revealed his identity. He said that he had now slipped into Sadin Farm and was helping Lieutenant Edras Blackmoore there to resist the Orcs forwards. However, except for simple fortifications and a few worn-out Goblin harvesters, there were no fighting soldiers at all.
"Little Thumb" requires us to send troops to assist immediately, because the person commanding Green Skins to attack Sadin Farm is Stormreaver Clan's Chieftain Drak'Sul. This is a good opportunity to assassinate him in a surprise attack. As long as the cunning Warlock Chieftain can be executed, the difficulty of Westfall's war will immediately drop by several levels.
Moreover, "Little Thumb" also said that there is a distinguished Orcs baby in Sadin Farm!
According to his description, it is likely that he is the "Otherworld Noble" we have been looking for since yesterday. He is worried that once the child is harmed, Stormwind Kingdom will suffer unnecessary heavy "diplomatic losses."
"Ah, damn! How could that little kid with an important identity end up there overnight? Sadin Farm is almost fifty kilometers away from where he disappeared in a straight line! Could these brown-skinned Orcs be able to fly when they are born?
This is too outrageous."
Windsor Commodore's head is going to explode right now.
He looked back at the Westfall military map hanging on the wall, and combined with the current news, Commodore, who had been rising high in the war, immediately realized that Sadin Farm had become the "Eye of the Storm" of the Westfall war zone.
Regardless of whether he wanted to or not, whether his subordinate "Seventh Legion", which was only twenty days old, was ready or not, he had to attack immediately.
"First, take the Gryphon Riders to support as quickly as possible! Each of you will carry an extra elite Warrior and parachute them to Sadin Farm to assist in the defense. I will take the knights and set off immediately."
Windsor Commodore grabbed his giant sword and battle helmet, and said to the flight commander:
"It will take us at least an hour to get there. Mag'har Orcs is not far from there. They should arrive earlier. I know it is difficult, but you must hold on!"
"As you command!"
The flight commander immediately rushed out of the fortress' headquarters. When Windsor Commodore arrived at the fortress campus fully armed, a group of three hundred heavy-armored knights and an equal number of retinue light cavalry were ready.
Leading them was a commander from the newly formed Army of the Light, who was a devout Stormwind Paladin who had served in the Redridge Mountains like Windsor Commodore.
"Army of the Light Pioneer, Seventh Legion Cavalry Commander Major Halford Wyrmbane salutes you, Commodore! Your cavalry unit is ready to go at any time."
The tall Paladin, who was wearing dragon bone armor and carrying Lion's Holy Sword on his back, reported loudly, which made Windsor very satisfied. He patted the other party on the shoulder and whispered:
"Well done for not embarrassing us Redridge Mountains Warrior! I heard that Gavinrad General is also back. When Westfall is recovered, let's find a chance to have a drink together."
"Of course, Commodore, but let's win this battle first."
Major Wimbain laughed and whispered:
"Seventh Legion are all composed of veterans of Northern Borderlands. They are brave enough but not well-coordinated. If there is a big war today, there may be casualties."
"But there is no victory without casualties, Wirmbane, we are not afraid of sacrifice, we are only afraid of suffering the humiliation of defeat again."
Windsor mounted his armored war horse, put on his helmet, and while driving the horse to jog forward, he whispered:
"Just keep fighting like this, Westfall's Morrowind, Redridge Mountains's Scorched Earth, and future wars with demons again and again, will eventually build Seventh Legion into the "Imperial Iron Army"!
I'm extremely convinced of this.
Hum, take those Green Skins sacrificial flags today! Announce our arrival to this turbulent era."
"Poof"
The burst of blood made Green Skins Warrior's eyes widen when he was attacked. The fatal injury of having his throat cut off failed to knock him down immediately, and even made him swing his tomahawk to his side in his final bloody courage.
Mathias Shaw, who was unable to dodge, dodged the ax blade but failed to dodge Dire Wolf's attack. The teenage boy was thrown to the ground by the ferocious wolf, and he waved the dagger in his hand. It was inserted into Dire Wolf's mouth, and Orcs, who was driving Dire Wolf, was killed by the roaring lieutenant Blackmoore with a sword.
"Get away!"
The brave lieutenant kicked Dire Wolf, who was still struggling, and stabbed the beast in the eye with his long sword to kill it. Then, panting, he stretched out his hand to Shaw, who was also panting on the ground, and pulled him up.
He looked at the human boy who sneaked into the refugee camp to inform them before Orcs Wolf Rider attacked, and said:
"You still have marks of whipping on your body. Are you a prisoner who escaped from Green Skins?"
"My identity is a secret, Lieutenant, now focus on fighting."
Shaw grinned, looked at the chaos around him, and said hoarsely:
"You have built this camp very well. The two-layer wooden wall is enough to buy us some time, but these militiamen have no courage to confront Green Skins. This is not an enemy that civilians should deal with at all.
That Warlock Chieftain is coming soon, think of a solution quickly."
"I have a fucking idea."
Blackmoore comes from a military family, so he probably guessed Shaw's identity, and thought that Stormwind Kingdom's intelligence organization is indeed very powerful, and they actually dare to send such a young man to perform a latent mission.
But faced with Shaw's reminder, the lieutenant who had just killed three Green Skins assassins with Shaw sat down on Dire Wolf's body and sighed:
"I couldn't find reinforcements at all. You the One showed up on your own initiative. Of course, I'm not mocking the Stormwind Kingdom locals for not being friendly enough. You've done a good enough job, but.
Let me guess, you are here for the Orcs baby?
Is his status very noble?
Can you actually induce Green Skins Chieftain of Westfall to come here in person? I've seen the map. Shouldn't Green Skins Chieftain be in charge of Moonbrook?
Isn't that the base camp of Green Skins?"
"Your information is wrong. Green Skins's base camp is at Sentinel Hill. Venture Company's Goblins are operating over Moonbrook. There are no Orcs Chieftain over there, only some brutal mercenaries who obey the orders of Goblin."
Shaw said while bandaging his arm:
"Goblin" people are interested in the output of "The Deadmines", and I heard that Zuluhed transferred the stolen "Holy Book" to the Deadmines, and some Green Skins Warlock were hiding in it to do mischief.
It's a pity that I couldn't get in, but I can probably guess that they must be summoning demons and awakening Undead in batches, so Westfall's defeat of Green Skins is just the beginning.
We still have to fight those damn supernatural creatures.
As for the child you picked up, I don't know his identity, but you also said that you could ask Green Skins Chieftain to come over in person, which shows that the child's identity is more noble than you and I imagined.
I don't know much about Draenor's customs, but I guess he is most likely a "Orcs prince" and the one with the right to inherit."
"Holy Light is on top."
Blackmoore Lieutenant seemed to be startled, but his mental ecstasy even outweighed his physical fatigue at this moment.
He realized that the vow he had made to Holy Light was likely to come true today. He said that he only wanted a chance to get ahead. Holy Light heard his desire, and the kind Holy Light really brought this opportunity to him.
Ah, damn it!
It seems that I really want to quit drinking, but what does it mean that I am still a little bit reluctant to give up?
The lieutenant took out his own wine bottle, unscrewed the lid with some regret, and took a deep sip for himself as the last glass of wine in his life. Then he threw it to Shaw, signaling him to drink some too.
"Alterac's barbarian spirit, take a sip, it will numb the pain and make you more energetic."
The lieutenant calmed down under the influence of alcohol. He gasped and said:
"But the prerequisite for protecting that baby is that we survive. We simply can't survive in this situation. Do you have any ideas?"
"No, I'm just an assassin. Assassins can't do as many things as you think."
Shaw didn't drink, he just cleaned the wound with strong alcohol. He grinned in pain, then tightened the bandage on his arm, and said:
"I sent information to Westbrook Garrison before sneaking in. Windsor Commodore will be here soon. Mag'har Orcs's Wolf Rider will definitely observe the movements around here, and they will definitely come.
All I can tell you is, hang on!"
"Hmm."
The lieutenant stood up and shouted at the cowering militiamen behind him who were holding weapons and even pitchforks.
He pointed at the Green Skins Wolf Rider who were gathering not far away and shouted to them:
"Marshal Lothar has received the news. He is coming with 30,000 troops in person! Mag'har Orcs is also coming this way. Men of Lordaeron, I know you are afraid, I am actually afraid too, but being afraid now can no longer solve the problem!
Our the One chance is to hold on here until reinforcements arrive!
Thinking on the bright side, these Green Skinss can't be more difficult to deal with than the demons we have faced, right? But the demons have not defeated the courage and belief of the Lordaeron people!
Me!
Lieutenant Edras Blackmoore, I promise you that as long as we can get through it, as long as we can survive, I will definitely get the opportunity for you to migrate to Elwynn Forest."
"Be bold and go directly to Stormwind!"
Shaw also stood up, took out his badge and shouted:
"I am the special envoy of King Llane Wrynn! Everyone, please obey the lieutenant's command and persist until the reinforcements arrive. The king and the marshal will definitely commend you for your bravery. Everyone in this camp can move to Stormwind after the war."
He heard the sound in the sky, looked up and saw that Gryphon Riders were rushing down from the sky.
Young Shaw shouted excitedly:
"Look! Marshal Lothar's reinforcements have arrived, they are on the way."
There were actually very few Gryphon Rider coming, less than twenty. Even if they airdropped their respective brave men into the farm, the Warrior here would not be able to compete with the Green Skins Wolf Rider coming from the front.
Not to mention that damn Warlock Chieftain is already casting a spell, and the Demon Guards are rushing toward the other side amidst the screams of the imps.
But Gryphon Rider flying in the air, coupled with the promise given by the lieutenant, finally gave the exile Northern Borderlands courage.
The lieutenant's servant Tamis Foxton, the secretary, all wore a set of inappropriate leather armor and held up their swords to act as the "atmosphere team", so that the civilians who longed for a better life finally dared to follow the Paladin who had dropped by air to form an array to face the enemy.
"Hold him, my daughter, and hide inside with this little cub in your arms! No matter what sound you hear, don't come out!"
In the barn of the farm, Mrs. Krania put the well-fed brown cub into the arms of her daughter Theresa, let her get into the attic of the barn, and stuffed a dagger into her.
This strong Lordaeron mother's eyes were red, and she warned:
"The lieutenant promised our family that as long as we survive, we will definitely make our family rich and live a decent life for the rest of our lives. I know that the lieutenant is trying to buy people's hearts. He can't even get his title back, but to be able to make the lieutenant make such a promise shows that the identity of this Mag'har baby is really important!
Daughter, you must be smarter!
If your father and I can't come back, take him and run away! As long as you can survive, my daughter, you will have nothing to worry about in your life."
Krania kissed his daughter on the forehead, pushed her into the attic, grabbed a pitchfork and rushed out.
Taresa was holding the little brown-skinned Orcs in her arms, bursting into tears. She was only four years old, and she really couldn't understand these complicated things, but she knew that the lieutenant, her parents, and even all the uncles and aunts in the camp were now going to fight for this Little Brown skin.
"You bad guy."
Taresa, who was shedding tears, looked at little Orcs who was sleeping soundly in his arms. The little guy didn't seem to be afraid of the dangers around him at all. He didn't even cry and just lay quietly in Teresa's arms.
There were shouts of death outside the barn, and Teresa could hear the lieutenant's roar and something even more terrifying.
This made the little girl tighten her grip on the dagger in her hand.
She knew that she could not protect herself with this weapon, so she could only pray that the place where she and "Little Brown" were hiding would not be discovered.
Well, that's the nickname she just gave the baby, after all, he's brown
But the more you fear something, the more it will come to you.
As the battle outside the barn became more intense, as Taresa watched in horror, a hellhound that was lifted up into the air and fell by Gryphon smashed through the ceiling of the barn loft and landed in front of the girl and baby.
The ferocious thing had no eyes and exuded a disgusting smell.
Its broken tentacles sniffed around, and, lured by the scent of flesh and blood, it roared and grinned its big mouth full of sharp teeth towards Taresa.
"Ah!"
The little girl closed her eyes, screamed and waved the dagger randomly. She felt as if she had hit something. Then she boldly opened her eyes and saw the hellhound that was turning into ashes.
There was also a very small one with Light Wings wings and a majestic golden Seraphim holding a Radiance of Holy Feathers sword the size of a "table knife" floating in front of her.
That thing is really small!
It is only less than the size of an adult's hand, but this does not prevent Golden Little Angel from being really powerful. It emits a golden holy light that envelopes them, making Taresa feel the warmth from the bottom of his heart.
"Wow, is this Holy Light?"
Taresa opened his eyes wide.
She was not yet at the point where she could understand faith, but she decided to interpret the sudden appearance of this little angel as a "miracle."
It was Holy Light who saved her and Little Brown!
Holy Light Great!
No wonder adults call out the name Holy Light when they encounter difficulties.
"Thank you Holy Light. Mom said believers should not be too greedy, but I still want to ask you to help the people outside. They are all very good people, if this does not trouble you."
Taresa held little Orcs in his arms and prayed a few words to Golden Little Angel.
At this moment, she felt guilty, feeling like a greedy bad boy, but the next moment, a gentle voice sounded in her ears, with a ray of smile, saying:
"I hear you. As you wish, little girl, I will help."
Diakum, who was high in the sky, was driving Sunwing, hiding in the clouds. He had no intention of intervening in the battle below.
The main reason is that the power level is too low. Orc Warlock is the legend among the entire battlefield. The others are ordinary people. It would be too outrageous for him to rush in and kill indiscriminately under such circumstances.
But Dick really helped.
"I designate Sadin Farm as Light Weaver Warband and temporary Holy Land! I order Holy Light to stick to this!"
Following Grand Lord of Holy Oaths's command, the soft Holy Light descended from the sky, covering the entire Sadin Farm with the mysterious geometric pattern of Gleam Consecration. Under the ground, warm Holy Light surged out, covering every inch of the ground.
Lieutenant Edras Blackmoore, who was besieged by three Orcs and a demon, saw with his own eyes that the veteran beside him was chopped down by Orcs, but he did not die under the protection of Holy Light. Instead, he was protected by a golden shield of Lightforging, blocking out death.
This scene silenced the entire battlefield, and then more Divine Shields rose up. The Green Skinss tried their best to kill, but they could not shake the dying people protected by the holy shield.
Soon, the civilians realized that the Holy Light they believed in really appeared here!
After realizing that he will not die today, even the most timid person gathers up his courage.
They rushed out from their hiding places, wielding wooden sticks, chairs and even kitchen knives in their hands to chop at the arrogant Green Skins. They were not afraid of pain as long as they made these invaders feel pain, venting their grief for the loss of their hometown in this way.
That's enough.
Holy Light has brought hope to the exiles! This is the most precious thing that faith can give.
Diakum believes that his "intervention" today is enough, so that he will not anger the "self-correcting" destiny again.
That stubborn and pathetic thing tried its best to get Thrall (Go'el) to come to Edras Blackmoore. It tried in vain to repeat the painful and glorious fate of Thrall, trying to shape "World Shaman" again.
But it can't do it anymore!
Diakum has never been so clearly aware of the "weakness" of destiny after being reversed as it is today. The flow of destiny that he has shaped is sweeping the world, and the tributaries extending from its main trunk have become so gorgeous.
Vigilant looked around, Seventh Legion led by Windsor was stepping over the ground of Westfall from Jason Farm's defense line and pounced on Sadin Farm's war, on the other side, Mag'har Wolf Rider and Battle Standard led by Durotan and Gaiara are also approaching rapidly.
Go'el, who was less than a month old, would not understand how he started a battle in Westfall and caught the big fish "Drak'Sul". But the fact is that because of this little kid's "Fantasy Drift", Lothar's plan to complete the Westfall battle in at least ten days may be forced to advance.
But that's not a bad thing.
"So, does this count as me changing the fate of this guy Edras Blackmoore?"
Diakum was embarrassed.
By the standards of Holy Light, Blackmoore in the official history is an out-and-out villain, but in this time and space, he most likely has no chance to cause trouble.
The life of a bad person is also a life.
Therefore, let's assume that this is also an insignificant victory for Dick in the long war against fate.