Are your thighs feeling so good? -Additional update[55]
(Additional update for "Huo Zhengtinghao" brother [5/5])
The raid around Sadin Farm became more and more intense. When Mag'har Orcs entered the battlefield, Warlock Chieftain Drak'Sul of the Stormreaver Clan also began to "shake people".
His base camp Sentinel Hill is not far from Sadin Farm. In addition, the speed of demon summoning can barely continue to suppress Durotan and Gaiara who only brought elites to kill. This dog Warlock Obviously, they have realized that continuing to fight Mag'har Orcs in Westfall is very detrimental to them. If humans wait for the humans to free their hands after the Elwynn Forest war, Westfall and Orcs will be wiped out.
Therefore, whether Go'el can be caught today will directly determine the final fate of the Stormreaver Clan trapped in Westfall.
Warlock, who should be cunning and cautious, was rarely reckless today!
He mobilized almost all the elite Wolf Rider under his command to Sadin Farm. Just as Windsor Commodore had foreseen when he set off, a violent "Eye of the Storm" had already formed in Sadin Farm.
However, when Windsor Commodore led 600 cavalry into the battlefield from the rear, Warlock Chieftain, who was already "betting on the fate of the country" and was doing a stud game, suddenly woke up. Westbrook Garrison had a total of 6,000 infantry!
Once those guys are dragged over to join the fight, there is no way Stormreaver Clan can win in such a wild battle.
But if he gives it a determined try, there is actually hope of a comeback.
Leaving the brutal Green Skins infantry to resist Windsor's cavalry, he led his elite troops into the farm to take risks in search of Go'el. Once the kid got his hands on it, the situation would change instantly.
Unfortunately, it was sheer fantasy to expect Warlock, who was taught by Gul'dan himself, to be strong under heavy pressure. After the madness caused by the demon blood faded away, Drak'Sul realized that he was about to be "made dumplings" and decisively adopted the "tactics" of Warlock's.
This bitch opened a Demon Portal on the battlefield.
He's running away!
But he couldn't run away in the end, because a dwarf cannonball landed just near his Demon Portal, and then... boom!
The explosion caused by the Fel conflict almost sucked in all the Orc Warlock near the portal. The scattered Fel even formed a terrifying "implosion" in place, and all the guys involved were randomly thrown into the Twisting Nether In a certain corner of, when the terrible explosion subsided, only one arm of Warlock Chieftain Drak'Sul was left. The scaly fingers were still twitching nervously, but then they were crushed by the rushing dwarf Steam Tank.
The dwarf driving the tank was 100% drunk, so he started "drawing a dragon on the spot" in Sadin Farm while the tank was driving, but it didn't matter, because the elite ranger, Redridge Mountains's young hero Kishaen, would now stand on top of the tank, grabbing the steam rifle and killing the surrounding Green Skins like crazy.
His powerful shouts and the scene of more dwarf tanks crashing into the battlefield quickly turned the tide of the battle.
The consequences of Warlock Chieftain's decision to take a "Twisting Nether one-way day trip" are disastrous!
Especially when he came up, he had already issued an order for the Stormreaver Clan's Wolf Rider to assemble towards Sadin Farm. This was not about playing an RTS game and talking about "retreating". The Wolf Rider scattered throughout the fertile wilderness were all rushing here, as were the human infantry and Mag'har Orcs.
Therefore, this battle will last longer than Diakum expected.
The fight lasted from early morning until evening and finally came to an end. It was almost equivalent to a general battle or even a regional decisive battle without any warning.
When the Green Skinss finally broke through and fled to Moonbrook, almost all the refugee camps of Sadin Farm were razed to the ground, but because of the War Authority: Hold Fast 0 of Grand Lord of Holy Oaths Because of, after a decisive battle was fought, the human side only had thousands more dying people. Even Windsor Commodore was protected in the center of the battlefield by Divine Shield.
But Green Skins's side is miserable.
Especially after the fifteen dwarf Steam Tank troops deployed near Molsen Farm all joined the battle, facing the dwarf steam-powered continuous fire cannon mounted on the rustling "steel behemoth", even though the Green Skinss were very superior, they had to leave a lot of corpses and scatter.
This battle completely defeated Stormreaver Clan's Wolf Rider system. Although there were still some infantry in Sentinel Hill's Orcs military camp, those Warlocks could still summon demons to help in the battle, but with such heavy losses, they would definitely not be able to defend their territory in Westfall.
All that is left for the Green Skinss is to retreat to Moonbrook and Dagger Hills.
At least half of the war plan formulated by Lothar for Westfall was inexplicably completed!
Of course, this battle left Westbrook Garrison and Seventh Legion a little bruised. Even if no one was killed, so many wounded soldiers were enough to make them unable to launch a sustained suppressive attack in a short period of time.
They desperately need rest.
"Treat me quickly! What are you doing standing there in a daze?"
The exhausted Durotan leaned on his battle axe, turned around and shouted to the Shamans behind him:
"Holy Light protected the injured and they will not die, but if you don't give them more Life Force, they will definitely be left with permanent injuries. Humanity fought very bravely today, and Mag'har will always remember their courage!"
"Father, I found my brother."
Gaiara's shout sounded not far away. Great Chieftain turned around and saw Gaiara holding his little son and holding the hand of a little human girl walking out of the burned barn.
That place had been burned down by the evil fire ignited by Orc Warlock, but these two little guys were unscathed.
Needless to say, this is definitely another "miracle of Holy Light".
Durotan is a very wise Great Chieftain. He raised his head and glanced in the air. Although the "hot man" did not appear from beginning to end, Frostwolf Clan Chieftain believed that if Vigilant hadn't secretly helped in this battle, Sadin Farm would never have been able to support both of them.
Now, Vigilant's kindness is not over yet.
"Ah, my Go'el."
Durotan, who had been fighting fiercely for a day, wiped his hands on his blood-stained body before taking over his son.
His face, ferocious from battle, was covered with a kind smile, and baby Orcs, who had been sleeping soundly, opened his strange blue eyes at this moment. When he saw his father, a smile appeared on his little face.
He seemed to recognize that the tough Orcs was his father. When Durotan stretched out his fingers to touch his little face, Go'el also let out a silly laugh.
"Well, he is indeed the child of the Frostwolf Clan. Looking at his general style of not crying or making trouble in the battlefield, he has completely inherited the courage of your mother and me."
Durotan was shameless in putting a lot of money on his son and himself, and then said to Gaiara, who was wiping his tears and looking scared:
"Tell your mother the good news quickly and tell her not to worry."
"As I said before, I think mother may be coming over soon."
Gaiara also participated in the whole battle. She said:
"It just so happens that today is Go'el's full moon ceremony. Why don't we give him an elemental blessing tonight in this fertile field? I can be a guest host. Drek'Thar, the elder, is in charge and Draenor cannot come, so he gave me the authorization.
And this brave little girl, father.
She was the one who escaped the attack of damn Drak'Sul by holding her brother in her arms and hiding in the barn. We owe her a big favor."
Gaiara pushed Taresa, whose face was covered in black and gray, in front of her father. The four-year-old girl looked at the "giant" Durotan with some fear.
She still couldn't understand the meaning of "Great Chieftain", but she felt that the powerful Orcs in front of her must be the "king" of Mag'har Orcs, so she imitated the posture of common people meeting the king and wanted to kneel down and salute, but was stopped by Gaiara.
"That's not popular where we are, kid."
Frostwolf Daughter took out his handkerchief and gently wiped the dust off Taresa's face. Durotan also said to the little girl in less fluent human language:
"You are Frostwolf Clan's hero! Son, you saved my son and prevented Mag'har Warrior and the entire Westfall from falling into a more passive situation, so no matter what you want, we will make it happen for you."
"Well, there's nothing I want."
Taresa thought for a while and said:
"Can I convey this wish to the lieutenant? My father said that the lieutenant has great ambitions and talents but is hindered by his family background. Our family is all the lieutenant's servants, so my father has always wanted to help."
"Servant? No, you are no longer servants. How can Go'el's benefactor be a servant?"
Durotan snorted and said:
"But is the "lieutenant" you are talking about the brave human commander? He is indeed very powerful. I will find an opportunity to talk to him."
"Then I'm going to find my mother. Goodbye, His Majesty the King of Orcs."
Taresa leaned over and saluted, turned around and was about to run away, but as soon as she left, Go'el in Durotan's arms began to cry, leaving the strong Great Chieftain and his idiot daughter couldn't coax her. It wasn't until Taresa came over with her parents and the lieutenant that Go'el stopped crying.
Those blue eyes looked at his "human little sister" eagerly.
"I know, this little thing must feel safe being next to Taresa. Maybe the smell of blood on our bodies scared him."
Gaiara reluctantly handed over her brother to Taresa for temporary custody. She said to her father:
"Now we're in trouble! We Orcs cubs recognize people the most. Do we really need to find a human "nanny" for him?"
"Then look for her. Anyway, your mother's personality is not good at raising children."
Durotan, who was sitting by the battlefield and resting, waved his hand and took out the top-quality tobacco and pipe gifted by the dwarves. While relaxing his spirit, he said to Gaiara with a sigh on his face:
"Do you still remember how your mother raised you when you were a child?"
"Well, take me, who is only a few years old, out to hunt the violent Ice-tusked wild boar? Or throw me into the snow in the dead of winter, saying you want to exercise my courage and will, but in the end I almost freeze to death?
Or maybe they threw me an ax when I was six years old and asked me to go back to Worgol alone from Ice Valley. If my grandmother hadn't been reminded by the elements when she was returning to Worgol that day, I would have been eaten by ice bugs!"
Gaiara covered his eyes, looking like "the past is too painful to look back on".
She sighed and said:
"I think the reason why I became Shaman more than ten years later must be related to my mother's outrageous "Warrior education"!
You are right, mothers are indeed not very good at raising children.
Grandma said before that she would personally take care of Go'el, let her younger brother grow up in Nagrand, and train the next generation of Shaman leaders for the Frostwolf Clan and even all Mag'har Orcss, just like Mr. Ner'zhul."
Having said this, Gaiara blinked and looked at his father and then at his brother.
She flexed her fingers and whispered:
"But if that's the case, who will be the future Frostwolf Clan Chieftain?"
"Humph."
Durotan blew out a smoke ring, glanced at his flexible daughter in displeasure, and said:
"Since your grandmother has "improvised" it, do I dare to oppose her opinion?
But Gaiara, I have discussed with several Chieftain before, and everyone agrees that maybe by the time you young people grow up to the point where you can really take responsibility, Orcs will no longer have such a thing as a "clan".
The unification of our civilization is an inevitable result!
Frostwolf Clan, Shadowmoon Clan, Blackrock Clan, Blood Ring, Warsong Clan, these once fierce and great clans will eventually become a symbol, just like the Draenei class, they will become part of the new civilization.
Therefore, the position Chieftain is actually not that important to you.
The "Big Three" that you, Griselda and Garrosh have secretly formed as a joke may be your most important and prominent identity in the future. My daughter, you may have to work with your brother to do your best for the unification and true rise of Orcs."
"Whether it's important or not is one thing. What matters to me more is whether you want me to be Chieftain."
Gaiara rubbed his neck and said:
"This has nothing to do with power!
You know, all women Orcs are striving for the same glory and status as your men throughout their lives. Grandmothers, mothers, and other powerful women Orcs, and even Griselda and her Valkyries are all working hard for this goal!
If I can become the first female Chieftain in history, then our efforts will be considered a good result.
Draenei There was a female Executive Officer a long time ago. The elves are so powerful, but their most powerful ruler is Queen Azshara. Zandalari Troll The next generation of Golden King will also be Princess Talanji.
Even Goblin has a female Trade Baron!
Draenor should really learn from Azeroth."
"Okay, okay, I won't quarrel with you. If you want to take this Chieftain, take it, but wait until I get older!"
The conservative Durotan was speechless by his daughter, so he could only agree with his hands, and then turned to look at Lieutenant Edras Blackmoore, who was still limping with his arms hanging and being helped by Mr. Tamis.
The lieutenant was "killed" once before, but thanks to the blessing of Divine Shield, he survived.
Just after being treated by Mag'har Shaman, he was summoned by Durotan. Although he was weak now, he was very excited mentally. He wanted to salute but Durotan reached out to stop him. Great Chieftain looked at him and said seriously:
"Frostwolf Clan owes you a favor, so no matter what you want, I will do my best to help you accomplish it!
But I also have a request. Little Taresa protected my son. My son seems to like this brave little girl very much. Considering that my mother is old, she also needs some assistants to help take care of the children.
Therefore, I ask you to release the Foxton family, let them get rid of their status as servants, return to Draenor with my wife and son, and settle down in Nagrand.
When Go'el grows up, they can freely decide whether to return to live with Azeroth."
"Of course, Great Chieftain."
The lieutenant suppressed the ecstasy in his heart. He patted Mr. Tamis beside him on the shoulder and said:
"Foxton and I are said to be servants, but in fact we are more like friends living together. I am just a down-and-out noble, and I don't have the financial resources to give Taresa a better life. Maybe this is also a good opportunity for them.
As for what I want"
Blackmoore hesitated for a moment.
He did not refuse hypocritically, but said to Durotan very frankly:
"I just want a chance to get ahead! Great Chieftain, I want to use my own hands to wash away the shame left by my father and build a future for me!"
Durotan stared at this human being.
The ambition burning in the lieutenant's eyes could not be hidden from him, but Orcs liked such straightforward and motivated humans. Ambition was not a bad thing in Orcs's culture.
So Great Chieftain grinned and said:
"Tonight my son will have an elemental blessing. I will invite King Llane, Marshal Lothar and Archbishop Faol to come over to watch the ceremony and tidy up. OK Warrior, I will introduce you to them.
However, I heard that Marshal Lothar is preparing for some "big events" related to human civilization. Perhaps you should carefully choose the monarch you want to be loyal to."
Blackmoore couldn't control the joy on his face at this moment, but then Great Chieftain's reminder made his heart skip a beat. He remembered the recent rumors about the reconstruction of "Arathor Second Empire"
If this is true, then you really need to think carefully about which side you will stand on in the two camps in the future.
The elemental blessing of Orcs newborns is part of their Shaman inheritance. It is usually carried out by the Shaman elders in the clan. Although it is important, the specific process is not complicated. It is basically the same as "Hakuna Matata".
Shaman Apply Elemental Grease on the forehead of the newborn, and call the elements under the moon to bless the child.
If you have Elemental Listening's talent, you will create exaggerated "special effects". It is said that when Ner'zhul was doing the elemental blessing, it even attracted four Elemental Lord of Draenor to show up.
However, Go'el is in a special situation. In this war-torn era, this is probably the first time Orcs has performed an elemental blessing outside his hometown.
Diakum, who was invited over and pretended that he had not participated in the Westfall battle today, was complaining to Neri and Twins. He stubbornly believed that all this was arranged by the cunning "blind prophet" Drek'Thar.
"Although elemental blessings will not directly improve the talent of a Orcs child, Azeroth's elemental power is definitely more than ten times that of Draenor. Go'el's completion of elemental blessings here will definitely benefit this child endlessly in the future."
Vigilant vowed to the three ladies beside him who maintained an abnormal relationship with him:
"Maybe Drek'Thar hopes to use this ceremony to "build momentum" for Go'el. After all, this child is destined to play a decisive role in the changes of Orcs civilization in the future. To put it more exaggeratedly, he can be regarded as "born Saint"."
"Interesting ritual, ancient but in line with nature, worth observing."
Saloras nodded, then glanced at Archbishop Nali, who was expressionless, but holding Diakum's arm, seemingly "declaring sovereignty."
This female savage actually has an eye for things.
Diakum pretended not to see the glances between the three ladies that could almost spark electric sparks. He raised his head and looked ahead. A bonfire had been lit in the Mag'har Orcs camp. Several old Shaman is placing the ritual stone brought from Draenor in front of the flame, but today's big victory made Orcs and human Warrior start the joy of drinking in the periphery.
There was also a loud-voiced dwarf tank driver who had drunk too much and was singing wild ballads to the accompaniment of Orcs's drums and High Elf's lyre. The short dwarf engineer stood on the Orcs table and danced a funny but fun dance. There were also Draenei girls dancing with them at the table, with their tails wagging so beautifully.
Azeroth is really a family living in harmony, but there are also things that are not so "peaceful".
For example, the camp was surrounded by war spears, and the head of Green Skins, who was killed today, was stuck on top to show off his martial arts skills.
This is also part of Mag'har's customary transformation. These heads will be removed and burned after three days. Because of the rampant psychic power, Orcs will not leave corpses that can be awakened by the enemy, but it is conceivable that with so many people Sadin Farm dying today, this place will definitely be "haunted" in the future.
"Thank you for attending my son's elemental blessing ceremony. Come on, please take a seat."
As the inviter, Durotan, who was wearing the most primitive clan armor, naturally had to receive the human distinguished guests and sit at the viewing table. He also personally brought strong wine to drink with everyone. King Llane was specially teleported from the Redridge Mountains, which shows that he values Mag'har Orcs as an ally.
Lothar couldn't hide the joy on his face.
Today's battle has greatly improved the war situation for Westfall. Green Skins Orcs Warlord and Chieftain here are both dead. No matter how fierce the resistance of the remaining Orcs is, it may not take long before this rich granary can be returned to human hands!
What a happy event, a great happy event!
So, is the baby Orcs who was missing and found again and directly triggered today's war really "bringing good luck"?
"This Lieutenant Edras Blackmoore is a truly outstanding and upright soldier. He not only saved my son, but without him and the young man leading the exiles to resist resolutely, Sadin Farm would not have been able to support both sides."
It can be said that he and brother Shaw are the key figures in today's victory!"
Durotan took advantage of the opportunity to introduce the lieutenant to the big shots of mankind while he was still drunk.
Sir Uther, who escorted the princess and prince to watch the ceremony, also said "Adult Beauty" at this time. He said to Lothar and Llane in a positive tone:
"Edras is the best Lordaron Kingdom Warrior. He wasted so many years because of his family background. In my opinion, Edras's abilities and achievements at least make him a school officer.
When we evacuated Lordaeron, Edlas was the warrior who was most eager to stay in his homeland and die to serve the king!
But it is precisely because of his outstanding abilities that he was asked to come here to protect the people. Now Stormwind Kingdom is in urgent need of an excellent commander, Redridge Mountains. I think it is better to let Lieutenant Blackmoore follow you to fight?"
"Yes, so brave that it deserves to be the sword of the king!"
Durotan raised his glass to Lothar and said:
"I will serve as a recommender today to return this great favor to him. He told me that he does not ask for gold and silver, nor does he want high-ranking officials and salaries. He only wants an opportunity to make a difference with his hands! This is a good talent."
Lothar nodded, looked at Lieutenant Blackmoore, and said loudly:
"Gavinrad General cannot return to the kingdom to serve for his own reasons, but I am determined to rebuild "Stonewall Brigade" and participate in the recovery of the Redridge Mountains. Lieutenant, Let me tell you the truth, the intensity of the war in the Redridge Mountains is much more terrifying than that in Westfall. There are at least 100,000 Green Skins entrenched there, and you will probably die there.
Are you willing to take over that new army and lead them against Green Skins?"
"Of course I do! Marshal."
Blackmoore said loudly:
"I am a soldier and cannot speak nice words, but I will use my sword to prove my loyalty to you and all citizens of the empire!"
"Okay!"
Lothar and Llane's eyes lit up.
The word "empire" is used well. It seems that this lieutenant is also a wonderful person.
However, Sir Uther's eyes were a little dim. He knew that Lordaron Kingdom had lost a general forever.
But this is indeed an opportunity for Edras Blackmoore. The stain left by his father has destined him to be unable to be promoted in the kingdom system. It is also a helpless move to join Lothar now.
Alas, what a stupid political struggle.
PS:
The additional update is over. The next update will be on the 26th. The current update owed is: 137.