Chapter 339 29. The King's Sad Day·Alliance with monsters to fight against another group of monsters
"There's movement in the swamp! Damn it, something's coming! Brad, are you still there? Come and take a look! It might be some kind of demon lurking in the mud! Get your musket."
Wetlands In the northernmost dwarf town Dun Modr, a vigilant musketeer discovered something strange in the swamp.
He seemed a little suspicious, but that wasn't his fault.
Dun Modr is only one Thandol Span away from Arathi Highlands. The dwarves here are considered the "border guards" of the kingdom. They can clearly see the whole process of Stromgarde from the demonic invasion to its fall in their own town.
Everything happened so fast overnight that the dwarves only had time to send the message back to Ironforge.
It's not that they don't want to help, but the total number of Dun Modr dwarves only totals more than three hundred people. Even if each of these people is "Mountain King" and rushes over, it won't change the overall situation.
Now from the cliff edge of Dun Modr, you can still clearly see the evil fire burning in Stromgarde on the other side of the sea. The dark green flames cover and burn above the city, making the place and the sky there look like hell.
Speaking of imagery, the city that once belonged to humans is now almost the same as "Mordor" in the eyes of the dwarves.
Moreover, the border town Dun Modr is still in a serious defensive void. When the Arathi refugees rushed through Thandol Span to come to Wetlands for refuge, the mayor here Braid Longbeard sent some dwarves to be their guides and led them through the Wetlands swamp to Menethil Harbor.
The more prosperous seaport city could barely accommodate these exiles. In order for them to persist until Menethil Harbor, the dwarves of Dun Modr gave them all their supplies.
This is a very painful behavior for some stingy dwarves, but there is no way. Their king Magni Bronzebeard is personally sitting in Menethil Harbor at this time, saying that he wants to help human friends, so he can only suffer the dwarves of Dun Modr.
"Don't be crazy! Harlow, how come the devil is lurking in the mud?"
Mayor Braid Longbeard, who was called over by the musketeer, had a sore face. The dwarf mayor's eyes were red. He had not had much rest in order to escort those poor human exiles. He finally narrowed his eyes for a while and was awakened by the nervous musketeer. The mayor wanted to smash the warhammer on that guy's head.
However, when Mayor Nagasu picked up his binoculars and glanced in the direction of the Wetlands swamp, his beautiful beard jumped in fear.
"It's not a demon, but something is approaching! It seems like a group of big green guys riding wolves? What is that? Green Skins Orcs? Why do they appear in Wetlands? And this number! Oh my god, sound the alarm!"
The dwarf mayor screamed:
"Green Skins took advantage of the demonic invasion to attack our dwarf territory. They came from Thelsamar, fuck! Our plateau valley must have fallen, right?"
Several musketeers immediately rushed into the town to sound the alarm bell, but as soon as they stood up, they saw cold sword blades pressed against their necks.
Green Skins Sword Saint Azuka Blade Fury and her Warriors appeared from the shadows. Green Skins Sword Saint wearing a battle helmet scolded in Dwarvish not so fluently:
"Don't move! We don't want to hurt anyone!"
"This is a weapon forged by Dark Iron Dwarves, you bitch! You guys have joined forces with that bitch Thorisson! I knew that those green-skinned things are bastards, and Goblin is a bastard! So are you!"
The well-informed dwarf mayor could tell at a glance that the sharp blade in Sword Saint's hand was forged by Dark Iron Dwarves. He cursed fiercely, then dropped the musket and raised his hand.
The one who stands out is both reckless and cowardly.
It's not that the dwarves are timid and dare not fight. When these guys become stubborn, they can't pull back ten goats. The main reason is that the Green Skins Sword Saint in front of them shows him something else.
That's Princess Moira's personal seal
Damn it!
The noble princess of Ironforge was kidnapped by Green Skins!
Shattered Hand Clan's assassins quickly emerged from the shadows, disarming Dun Modr's already tired dwarves without much effort, and imprisoned them all in the basement of the town wine cellar.
Orgrim Doomhammer, who had been speeding all the way, took a temporary rest in this dwarf town while making final arrangements.
"You can enter Arathi Highlands by crossing this Thandol Span. Black Wolf God tells us that the demons are besieging the king of Stromgarde and Warrior there."
Orgrim chewed the sweet dwarf cheese, picked up another Thelsamar blood sausage and took a bite, then said to Warlord and Chieftain beside him:
"Our must-kill enemy" Destroyer "Mannoroth" is now in the ruins of Stromgarde. Even if we bring elites, it is completely impossible to attack the city directly, so we must find a suitable opportunity to assassinate that Greater Demon.
I think that guy will definitely appear on the final battlefield of Arathi people.
It's near the valley in the northeastern part of the highlands, and we must prepare an ambush before Mannoroth arrives there!"
"We listen to you."
Kargath was chewing an apple, and the ferocious fist blade Gleam on his severed arm was ablaze. This was also a weapon blessed by Fire Lord.
He said:
"But people must stay in this town! This is the only way for us to retreat. Just like Dun Algaz Pass and Thelsamar towns, we must have our people watching!"
"Black Wolf God said White Wolf God's hunting group is also at Arathi Highlands."
The taciturn Sword Saint Azuka Blade Fury said dumbly:
"I don't know about other forces, but White Wolf God's hunting group will never let us go if they have the upper hand."
"I have a solution."
Orgrim After eating the delicious blood sausage, he wiped his hands and said:
"There are a lot of explosives in this dwarf town. We leave a powerful force behind. When we are fighting the devil, we will put these explosives into Thandol Span's vulnerable places. When we evacuate, if we are pursued, we will detonate the explosives and blow up the stone bridge!"
This will obviously give us more time to evacuate.
Venture Company also promised to prepare enough ships at Flamestar Post. As long as we arrive at Badlands, we can leave Eastern Kingdoms.
Malkorok!"
"Here!"
The commander of the Kor'kron guards who specially guarded Great Chieftain responded loudly. Carrying two battle axes, he stood up and heard Great Chieftain say to him:
"You stay here with the Warriors, and be sure to plant the explosives in the shortest possible time. I will leave our retreat to you to guard! If we can come back alive, then everyone will go to Kalimdor together and execute the culprit who caused the Orcs disaster.
If we can't come back.
Then you take Warriors to Flamestar Post, and then accept the command of Eitrigg!
With or without us, you will fight Corrupted Cenarius to the end, and you must wash away the shame of drinking demon blood."
"Great Chieftain, Kor'kron were established specifically to protect you!"
Malkorok shouted:
"It is a sacrilege of our duty to sit back and watch you march into battle alone! You can let the others stay."
"Who should I ask to stay?"
Chieftain Nazgrel of the Black Scar Clan sneered and said:
"You are the weakest here. How many demons can you kill if you go to Arathi Highlands?
We Orcs have always respected strength. Besides, being optimistic about the way out is a major matter that directly affects whether we can evacuate. Orgrim Great Chieftain Letting you take charge of this matter is exactly a sign of trust in you."
"How about a fight?"
Azuka Blade Fury held her own Blademaster's Blade, and she said coldly:
"The loser stays?"
"Uh."
Malkorok Although he is loyal, he is not a fool. Nazgrel is right. He is the only one among the Orcs Warlord here. He is the weakest in strength. Before, there was Rend Blackhand who could save his respect. Now Rend has gone to help the dwarf princess in big things, and he has become the weakest Warlord.
Alas, as Orcs, food is the original sin.
"That's it."
Orgrim picked up a bottle of dwarven spirits.
He stood up, raised his flask to the other Warlords and Chieftains in the room, and said loudly:
"I can't guarantee you that we will definitely win the next battle, but this is indeed the closest we are to avenging our humiliation.
Whether we can knock down the source of the demonic blood in our bodies is related to whether all Green Skins can regain their sanity from the mindless rage. Although it cannot change what has happened, it can allow us to regain our glory in the true sense!"
As we all know, Great Chieftain rarely uses the word "glory".
Ever since he witnessed a series of bad things done by Green Skins after drinking demon blood, he had buried this word in his heart, but since he said it today, it meant that Orgrim had truly made up his mind.
Under the gazes of other Warlord and Chieftain, Great Chieftain took a sip of strong wine. The spicy feeling burned his heart and lungs, and he seemed to want to completely release the stagnation in his heart.
He said loudly:
"I'm hiding something from you. My sworn brothers Durotan and Mag'har are in this world. Durotan has been writing to me, but I haven't replied.
I don't have the face to see him!
I also have no qualifications to promise anything to our pure compatriots.
We must take back what we have lost! Take back the tarnished glory from the claws of the devil!
This is not to wash away the shame on us, but just so that in the future, when our ashes are sent back to Draenor, we can face the questioning of Ancestral Spirits with dignity!
After drinking this cup of Zhuangxing wine, we will set off to Arathi, where we will either hack Mannoroth to death! Or die there!
There will no longer be a kneeling Green Skins, only Orcs who brings back glory.
Lok-tar ogar!"
He shouted Orcs's most iconic battle cry, and as Grom drank all the wine in his hand, the other Chieftain and Warlord shouted fight to the death.
The shout even alerted the dwarves who were locked in the underground wine cellar. They were discussing how to escape, but they concluded that they could not escape. The Orcss sealed the entrance and exit. Now they could only pray for mercy from fate.
The good thing about the One is that Orcs locked them in the wine cellar
Well, thank you to the God of Forging, the bitter life of imprisonment is not so difficult.
"Can we really hold on?"
Thoros Thorbeinn King asked this in his heart, and then once again received an answer that made him helpless and sad.
He is holding Trollbane family's handed down long sword "Trol'kalar".
This sword is a battle sword used by the family ancestor, the powerful Lord Barbarian Lord Ignatius Thorbeinn. To barbarians, it is a one-handed sword, but weak humans can only use it as a two-handed sword.
The ancestor also left behind a Barbarian Lord Battleaxe named "Thorbeinn".
It's a pity that the thing was snatched away by King Thoras's "little aunt" in a barbaric way, and he didn't dare to say anything because his aunt was a Half Elf who was willing to bully him when he was a child, seriously damaging his majesty as the Stromgarde king.
The overall strength of our country in Seven Human Kingdoms is only a little stronger than that of Dalaran and Alterac. The territory is about the same size as Gilneas but is far less rich than the other party. The country is not strong, but at least we must retain some dignity.
Alas, in the current desperate situation of being besieged by demons in the valley, King Thoras remembered the scene when she was trained in swordsmanship by her aunt when she was a child. If her fierce and powerful aunt were here, she would definitely not allow Trollbane family to fall into this embarrassing predicament.
Even Emperor Thoradin's capital Stromgarde was occupied by demons.
This Stromgarde Kingdom's face has been completely lost by him, the king.
They are now trapped in the northeast corner of Arathi Highlands, which is surrounded by mountains. To the north is Wildhammer Dwarves's territory Aerie Peak, but there is no way to cross it. Those mountain roads are difficult to pass, and the army cannot pass. There are currently nearly five thousand Warrior in the valley who are tired and embarrassed.
The demons blocked the area around the valley, making it difficult for them to fly.
"Your Majesty, the scouts have found a mountain road that can be crossed, but only a few people can walk on it. Please disguise yourself and prepare to leave."
A royal guard came over and whispered to King Thoras:
"You are the legal authority of Stromgarde. How can you abandon your responsibilities to the people under current circumstances?
As long as you cross the mountain and reach the territory of Wildhammer Dwarves, you can go to Andorhal via Chillwind Point. I heard that Lordaron Kingdom got help from the mysterious Dragonborn, and they defended their territory.
You can go there and get help!
Perenolde Royal Family of the Alterac Kingdom is now in Lordaeron, and you can go there too. As long as you are still there, Arathi people will not stop resisting. When the time comes, you will ascend and call us, and we can still reunite the army to take back our kingdom!"
To be honest, King Thoras is a little moved.
Of course he knew that what this guard was saying was all nonsense, and the purpose was to persuade him to leave, but Thoradin was not a powerless leader after all, Arathi Highlands had Trolls hidden dangers, and Trollbane family was "Troll Slayer" that had been passed down for thousands of years.
He started hunting Trolls when he was a minor, and he is considered a proficient bowman and horseman. He has the ability to command and naturally knows what it means for him to leave at this time.
It is no exaggeration to say that the reason why the thousands of Warrior here are still holding on is because the king is with them. Once the king disappears, the situation in the valley that has been managed to maintain will collapse in an instant.
At that time, everyone here will become the devil's meal.
"I"
King Thoras looked at the family sword in his hand and remembered the oath he swore with this sword when he succeeded to the throne. In the end, he could not wipe off his old face and shook his head and said:
"I won't leave! Send the wounded soldiers away, I want to stay here."
"Your Majesty! Now is not the time to be impulsive."
The royal guard is about to collapse.
Why are you butting a cow at this time? Don't be shameless when your life is at stake!
As for the disaster that happened that night when Stromgarde fell, let alone you, there was nothing he could do if Emperor Thoradin came over.
"Are you trying to persuade the king to flee without a fight? What a cowardly move."
Khadgar Grand Magus's sarcastic voice sounded not far away, causing several loyal king's guards to glare angrily, but Khadgar, who was leaning on Atiesh, Greatstaff of the Guardian, ignored them at all.
He strode over and said to King Thoradin:
"I just received news from Rhonin. He is trying to release the elemental princess in Arathi Stonehenge to cause trouble for the devil. General Danath·Thorbeinn is also rushing towards here with the army of Thoradin's Wall.
But the alien Saint Diakum who is coming to support you has given you another choice, Your Majesty.
Stormwind Kingdom's support will arrive here in a way you can't imagine, but the premise is that you must persist here until Destroyer Mannoroth leaves Stromgarde and comes here to personally deal with the troubles that other demons cannot handle."
"A trap? What Vigilant wants me to be the bait?"
King Thoras sneered a few times.
He said:
"I'm not afraid of being a bait, but the question is, can he really deal with that damn Greater Demon? We have all seen with our own eyes that Rhonin Grand Magus is no match for that guy with the blessing of World Power."
"Rhonin and Vigilant are two completely different concepts. As long as we can persist until Vigilant arrives, all problems will no longer be a problem."
Khadgar said sharply:
"Now I need you to make an idea. If you are determined to leave, then transfer the command of Warrior here to me. I will stay here to command them, although I have never learned how to command an army."
"Don't use provocation, you cunning mage!"
Thoradin King waved his hand and said:
"What's more, do you think I still have a choice now? When I am surrounded by demons and I don't intend to abandon Thorbeinn's dignity and kneel down to worship Fel, I have no way out.
If this land needs a king from Stromgarde to bleed and die for it, I will gladly be the first to die.
Then keep at it.
But the question is, how to lure that Greater Demon out of the city? You know very well that with us, we can't even deal with the low-level demons around us. There is only one way to get Destroyer to come over on its own initiative."
"Bang"
Something fell from the sky and hit Thoradin and Khadgar's feet. Everyone was startled. When they looked closely, they found that it was the ferocious head from Doom Lord.
The emblem of a legendary demon is still stained with blood, and the evil bull's eyes are full of anger and unwillingness.
"Kill all the demon commanders around, and Destroyer will naturally come over!"
A cold voice sounded from the flank. When Khadgar aimed Staff of the Guardian at the opponent, Green Skins Sword Saint Azuka Blade Fury, who used Windwalk to get past the demon blockade, appeared to meet him.
She waved and threw a roll of animal skins to King Thoradin and said:
"We are not friends with you, but now we both have a common goal, so if you are willing, we can cooperate to complete this matter, and even if you are not willing, we will still do it.
If you don't want your clothes to be stained with blood, then get away when the battle starts, do you understand?"
Azuka dropped a few words, then entered the Windwalk state again and disappeared in front of everyone. This terrifying maneuverability and terrifying concealment made King Thoradin feel a chill on his neck.
But then he opened the hide, read the information inside, and handed it to Khadgar.
Grand Magus had no favorable impression of Green Skins, but after reading this "Demon-Slaying Initiative" from Orgrim Doomhammer, Khadgar fell into deep thought. After a while, he shook his head and said to King Thoras:
"I believe they are sincere in this matter. Vigilant seems to have hinted this, but you are the leader here, so it is up to you to decide whether to cooperate with these Green Skins."
"Work with the monsters that invaded the world and fight against another group of monsters?"
Thoradin sighed.
The lord of Stromgarde and the king of Stromgarde leaned on their swords and looked at Stromgarde. Even though they were half a distance away from Arathi Highlands, he could still see their capital city burning in evil flames.
He was born there, grew up there, and must die there.
"The one who stepped on the horse has done it!"
The king gritted his teeth and cursed:
"As long as I can kill these stupid demons, I would rather cooperate with the devils!"
At the same time, on the other side.
On a hill in Arathi Highlands, Orgrim used a dwarf telescope to look at the valley surrounded by demons. Under the surprised gaze of Kargath next to him, Orgrim moved his shoulders uncomfortably, as if he was being blown by a cold wind.
"What's wrong with you?"
The flowing hair has not grown out yet, so Kargath, who has black hair stubble, asked:
"Is there anything wrong with this battlefield?"
"No."
Orgrim Doomhammer didn't know how to describe the strange feeling at this time. He said in a strange tone:
"I just feel like this ghost place is quite unlucky, especially that valley. It's like if I get close to it, something bad will happen. It's really a ghost."