Chapter 348 38. Concierge Uncle Di's redemption·Rescue the scumbag Imira
Exodar landed upstream of Thunder Falls. Lightforged built a temporary dock here for the gem spacecraft to facilitate maintenance, but Lothar took the Iron Horse Knights with them almost without rest. The royal Grand Magus's teleportation arrived at the Redridge Mountains.
The marshal who had traveled a long way rushed into King Llane's camp where several dwarf tanks were parked, startling the king who was looking at the map.
"Why did you come back so quickly?"
Llane put down the bread in his hand and looked at his good brother in surprise.
Lothar's armor was still stained with blood. It looked like he had just come off the battlefield. The king asked:
"Arathi, has the problem over there been solved?"
"Stromgarde is gone, Thoradin is dead, Danath·Thorbeinn inherited the army and withdrew the Warrior people to Wildhammer Highlands, and the exiles were sent to Wetlands and Kazz Modan. Coupled with Southshore and Tarren Mill that fell due to the wave of demonic invasion when Magic Plague was rampant, Stromgarde Kingdom can be said to have basically destroyed the country."
Lothar said with a heavy tone:
"Counting the Dalaran who have migrated here as a whole, and the Gilneas who are rampant with lycanthropy, three Human King countries have been defeated by demons. I still don't know what's going on over there Lordaeron, but Khadgar Grand Magus thinks that the situation there is not optimistic. Lordaeron can rely on Dragonborn Warrior to defend the country. There must be a hidden secret behind it.
Compared with the messy situation at Northern Borderlands, Stormwind Kingdom can now breathe a sigh of relief.
But this is not the point. The point is that Redridge Mountains is about to change! Be prepared, Llane, we will attack early tomorrow morning."
"Huh? Are you serious?"
The king stood up seriously and said:
"In the past few days, our forwards have been competing with Green Skins repeatedly for the north bank of Lakeshire. The two sides have been fighting fiercely. I can't see any sign that Orcs will suddenly collapse."
"Their Demon Blood Curse has been lifted, Llane, Orcs's sanity is returning. I heard the Lightforgeds say that they will soon regain their former minds and no longer be Overmind by the violent rage."
Lothar explained:
"And I can tell you clearly that Great Chieftain of Green Skins is preparing to take his army to Kalimdor to participate in the demonic invasion. They want to assist Night Elf in killing the invading Greater Demon, just like they did in Arathi Highlands.
Green Skinss regard it as a kind of "combat salvation".
Although in my opinion they all deserve to die, that doesn't stop Great Chieftain from looking like a guy with "self-righteousness"."
"What, what, what?"
Llane is confused.
Lothar told his brother everything that happened to Arathi Highlands in a concise tone, not even missing the conversation between him and Orgrim.
After listening, King Llane frowned, and after a moment of silence, he said:
"You mean, Orcs of the Redridge Mountains will split?"
"No, I mean, they're already divided internally!"
Lothar walked to the map, stretched out his hand and punched the position of Stonewall Keep, and said:
"That difficult Eitrigg Warlord is Orgrim's confidant. He will definitely take away those Orcs who have regained their senses to follow Orgrim's war on another continent. Those left here by them are a group of war the Butcher who are unwilling to turn back.
Durotan Great Chieftain also told me before that the styles of Orcs's clans are very different.
Frostwolf Clan is the most sane clan, and even Blackrock Clan is not the most extreme Orcs. Orcs from some small clans were already a group of lunatics eager to conquer before they drank the magic blood.
Therefore, the split has occurred, and we must seize their internal chaos and work together to solve the problem of the Redridge Mountains as soon as possible.
Northern Borderlands over there"
The marshal paused and said with emphasis:
"We can't wait any longer over there! Even the air over there is filled with Fel. Vigilant is sure that humans living in that environment will be affected, just like Orcs drank the demon blood and turned into Green Skins. Fel is the enemy of all rational life.
We must regain the territory of the Stormwind Kingdom as soon as possible and start preparations to recover the lost territory of Northern Borderlands. I am worried that if we delay any longer, something terrible may happen to Northern Borderlands."
Llane was still a little worried, but he did not refute Lothar but nodded and said:
"Tomorrow I will personally lead the knights to the Lakeshire north bank. If it is true as you said, then we will launch a general attack immediately. But you need to take a rest, Lothar, you look like a tramp in armor now.
How long has it been since you slept?"
"I"
The marshal was about to answer when he heard loud noises outside the camp. He and Llane rushed out of the camp to take a look and found that a group of dwarves Gryphon Rider had landed near the camp. Then guards rushed over and reported to the two of them:
"Here comes His Royal Highness Moira Bronzebeard from the Ironforge family!"
The guard said excitedly:
"The brave princess led her powerful guards into Shadowforge City. They captured the king of Dark Iron Dwarves and flew all the way to the Redridge Mountains. They need supplies and rest!
What a powerful raid! Your Majesty.
Those despicable Dark Iron Dwarves slave owners should have been taught a lesson long ago. Those bastards took advantage of the chaos before Redridge Mountains and captured many of our people to work as coolies in their mines."
This news made Lothar and Llane look at each other, and they both saw the surprise on each other's faces.
Something is wrong!
Not to mention how the dwarves were able to attack Shadowforge City with magic soldiers and capture Dark Iron King. Just saying that they flew along Redridge Mountains but were not attacked by the Orcs Two-Headed Wyvern cavalry is problematic in itself.
Even though Dragonmaw Clan has ascended to the sky with Zuluhed, Orcs on the Redridge Mountains's side still has no shortage of air power.
Just Gryphon Rider, even if everyone is a sky overlord like Kurdran·Wildhammer, it is impossible to break out of Green Skins's air encirclement without any injuries, let alone that they also bring an important prisoner with them.
"Invite Princess Moira to come!"
King Llane said to his guards:
"Please inform them that they can rest in the camp, and someone will escort them to Stormwind soon to rest."
"As commanded."
The guard immediately turned around and left. After a while, Princess Moira, who was also dusty, was invited to the king's camp. This dwarf princess was wearing armor and carrying a warhammer, but she was a Holy Light Priest. She greeted the two Holy Light Walker in front of her with the Priest salute.
And before Lothar could ask, the dwarf princess, who was very tired after being hunted for several days, said directly:
"We have cooperated with Orcs.
Sorry, you two, I know there is hatred between Green Skins and Stormwind Kingdom, and I also know that Father King signed a contract with you to help each other, but this action is my personal action, please do not destroy the trust between the two communities.
To express my apology, I offer Stormwind Kingdom a priceless gift."
As he spoke, Moira took out three things from his Magic Satchel and placed them on King Llane's table.
A bright silver finely crafted warhammer with a square head and a square head, an exquisite crown burning with flames, and an invisible but tangible marching cloak.
These three items have a strong Dark Iron Dwarves style, and judging from the magical light they possess, they are all very rare treasures.
"Thorisson The king's weapon"The Oppressor", Dark Iron Dwarves wants to dedicate to Fire Lord the crown"Ring of Flame" and the legendary "The King's New Clothes". The last one is a magic cloak, and we relied on it to bring Thorisson out of Blackrock Mountain."
Moira introduced:
"This cloak can make the wearer completely invisible and almost impossible to detect in any way. No one knows where Dark Iron Dwarves got it, but it is said that it was the treasure at the bottom of the box of Black Iron Witch Queen Modgud.
Each of these three treasures is priceless, and I hope they can make up for the wounded hearts of the dwarf allies.
Please also understand the deep hatred between Bronzebeard and Black Iron. After the Black Iron Emperor sent people to sneak attack Thelsamar and almost killed all my people, I vowed to make this bitch pay for his debt with blood!
Sorry, I was a little Recklessness, but luckily it turned out okay."
Llane and Lothar looked at each other.
The human king said with a cold face:
"I believe this is your personal behavior, but Your Highness Moira, you are the princess of Ironforge, and all your personal behavior is the national behavior of the dwarves, so I will write to your father to question this matter.
But don't worry.
The friendship between humans and dwarves has been passed down for many years. Considering that your actions did not cause serious consequences and Dark Iron Dwarves did harm the interests of the Stormwind Kingdom, my Warriors regard you as heroes. Therefore, I will not use the influence of this incident to deliberately damage the precious friendship between the two races.
As for these three gifts, you'd better take them back."
"Human reputation and trust do not need and cannot be purchased with treasure!"
Lothar shook his head and said:
"And more than the two of us, you may need these treasures to appease the angry national leaders in your hometown. As far as I know, the dwarves' tempers are not so easy to recover once they get the upper hand.
If you really want to express your apology, then you might as well tell us the whole process of your cooperation with Orcs.
The most important thing is, what message did Redridge Mountains's Eitrigg Warlord ask you to send to us?"
"Huh?"
Moira blinked.
She looked at the two human leaders in front of her, and then at the blood stains on Lothar's body that were obviously not freshly stained. Then she understood. She sighed and said:
"You participated in the Arathi war? No wonder I can't hide my story from you.
Well, Eitrigg Warlord did ask me to send a message. He said that he would not be so ignorant as to believe that the hatred forged by blood would be Dispersion due to the exchange of words, so he would not hope that this retreat would allow humans to have a normal relationship with Orcs.
He said that if the humans of the Stormwind Kingdom want to take revenge on Green Skins, then they should go to Mount Hyjal of Kalimdor. After Execute kills Green Skins's enemy Corrupted Cenarius, there will be a final decisive battle between the two races.
He also said that Mount Hyjal's war will be the last battle for Green Skins and Azeroth. No matter what the outcome is, Black Wolf God's Hunting Pack will go hunting among the stars."
"They think beautifully!"
Llane said loudly:
"Storm into my country, slaughter my people, destroy my city, blaspheme the reputation of the Wrynn Family, and just want to write it off with a simple "Star Patrol"? Mount Hyjal, right?"
OK!
They will see Stormwind Kingdom's bravery Warrior there, and we will use our weapons and Green Skins's blood to teach them some truth."
"Hey, you took the bait. This is Black Wolf God's conspiracy. That bastard wants us to go to Mount Hyjal."
Lothar shook his head and sighed:
"And Eitrigg has made it clear that he is going to leave. Redridge Mountains's war will not last long."
The human marshal who breathed a sigh of relief suddenly felt tired. He yawned and said to Llane:
"In that case, I'll leave this to you, Llane. I'm going to take a rest and start reorganizing my troops tomorrow. I will take some elite Warrior to Mount Hyjal to participate in the war against Polluter."
"How are you going to get there?"
The king asked, Lothar shrugged and said:
"Of course I'll take Draenei's spaceship there. Other means of transportation can't keep up with the war that could break out at any time, so you don't have to worry about that. But when I come back, Llane, I must regain my country!"
There's still a lot to do next."
"Do you want to return Stormwind?"
Moira Bronzebeard blinked and said:
"Can I go with you? I heard that my uncle Muradin is in Stormwind. He and you have been close friends for many years. Can you please invite me?"
"I won't get involved in the troubles between you dwarves."
Lothar refused, saying:
"I don't want Muradin to hate me. Just wait to be scolded by your father and uncle."
Having said this, Lothar was silent for a few seconds and said to Moira:
"I actually heard about the conflict between you and your father from Muradin. I know you did this to prove your ability to your father, but you chose the wrong method. Magni will definitely be very angry.
Alas, things are also very bad among the dwarves."
These words made Moira fall silent.
After she followed Lothar out of the king's tent, she whispered:
"If your future heir were a daughter, would you be as stubborn as my father? Do you think she is not good enough to inherit your kingdom?"
"I won't."
Lothar shrugged, grinned at Moira and said:
"Because I have no intention of letting my child inherit any throne. She has to fight for what she wants! The same goes for you. What others think of you is actually not as important as you think most of the time.
The prerequisite is that you have to have confidence in yourself."
Lothar pointed at the cage in the distance where Dark Iron King was imprisoned, and he whispered:
"So, if my daughter can perform such heroic feats in the future such as sneak attacks on enemy countries and kidnapping enemy chiefs, I will be extremely happy! From a diplomatic level, I must condemn your behavior of breaking the alliance, but personally.
Well done, Your Highness Moira.
So, I won't ask Muradin for help, but I will invite him over for a drink tonight.
If you can bring enough wine to satisfy that old drunkard of yours, maybe I'll give you a little time if I drink too much?"
"Thanks!"
Hearing Lothar's words, Moira's clenched fingers suddenly loosened.
She breathed a sigh of relief, said goodbye to Lothar in a decent manner, and then ran to prepare some wine.
In Llane's tent, White Pawn, who was called over, looked at the invisible but tangible marching cloak in his hand in surprise, then looked at his father, and he whispered:
"Where did you get such a powerful thing?"
"Don't ask, just put it on."
Llane sighed and said:
"Because you are clamoring to go to the battlefield, I will lose ten years of my life! Go away and follow Lothar to Mount Hyjal. I know I can't stop you, so I won't bother.
Remember to visit your mother before departure.
Tell her to stop trying to find a fiancée for you, you are only nine years old Holy Light!"
"You are all Lightforged."
Varian fiddled with the invisibility cloak in his hand and flattered him:
"Yrel Sister told me that you can live at least five hundred years in this life. If you pay attention to your health, living to eight hundred is not a problem. Living ten years less is nothing at all."
"You traitor! Get out of here!"
Dark Iron King's "The Oppressor" war hammer wrapped around Holy Light and hit it like a flying hammer, causing the "dutiful son" Varian to rush out of the camp with his head in his arms, put on his invisible cloak and disappeared in a flash.
But Varian is actually not useful for this thing.
He is a Sword Saint, he knows Windwalk, and Stealth is a basic skill for him, so after much deliberation, Varian decided to give this cloak to Arthas and Jialiya.
The two of them are about to set off to Draenor. That world is actually quite dangerous, and they will definitely use it.
At the same time, in the Exodar spacecraft docked by Thunder Falls, Diakum also entered the spacecraft's warehouse, and saw Yrel using the Ashen Apostle holy sword as a medium to call out to the black dragon in front of Holy Light Lightforging.
The latter's body has been reshaped by Curse of Flesh into the template of Nergigante, but because they are ordinary black dragons and not the direct bloodline of Deathwing, their potential is limited. Therefore, Archbishop Saloras, who is responsible for reshaping flesh and blood, is too lazy to give them "personalized transformation", so he just follows the flesh and blood template of Onyxia.
"These guys don't feel as powerful as Onyxia!"
Yrel personally Lightforging these "monkey version Nergigante" made her feel very happy. She enjoyed the dark pleasure and complained loudly to Commander Diakum:
"I feel that these guys will definitely not be able to exert the destructive power of Onyxia's powerful "leapfrog combat". Is Archbishop Saloras lazy?"
"No, the templates used by Flesh Remolding are all the same."
Vigilant explained:
"It's just that Curse of Flesh's strength in reshaping the body is different. Saloras's mastery of the great secrets of the void is not as good as mine, so it's understandable that the objects he molded are weaker. But in theory, they all have the abilities that Onyxia has. It's just a matter of seeing if they can bring them to full use.
Complete Lightforging, Yrel as soon as possible.
When we arrive at Mount Hyjal, Light Weaver Warrior will ride their "Light-Forged Dragon" into the demon-slaying battlefield!"
"That's quite impressive."
Yrel imagined that scene and immediately grinned and said:
"Now we also have air power, but the number of Light-Forged Dragon is a bit small, and can we get some black dragon eggs and distribute them to Warrior, as a group benefit. Other beings don't have that long to raise their own Light-Forged Dragon, but our Eredar belongs to Eternal Life.
Even the giant dragons and beasts can't survive us.
However, humans and Green Skins decided to fight the devil on the land of Night Elf, and then fight to the death under the watchful eyes of Eredar. Gee, is this the complicated Azeroth diplomatic circle?"
"This new factory brain of yours is easy to use. Look what a magical metaphor this is. But you are right, everything that happens in Azeroth World is so complicated."
Diakum shrugged and said:
"Let's talk about our Light-Forged Dragon. When we have more time, let Onyxia take her Light-Forged Dragon to visit the black dragons' lair and get back the black dragon eggs as "strategic materials."
But have you seen Imira these days? Why do I feel like I haven't seen her for at least ten days?"
"Oh, Master Imira left a letter before, saying that she went to school, and also mentioned that Azeroth is a mere magic academy. She can get her diploma in a month at most, so we don't have to worry about her.
Calculating the time, she will probably be back in a few days."
"Huh? Wait! Which magic academy did she go to for further study?"
"What's your name Nar'thalas Academy? Why do you look so bad? Imira something happened?"
"That idiot! Huh, if we are lucky enough, maybe we will be able to see the first place "Eredar Lich" soon. This is really a shame for the Arcane Academy! It makes me, a physical education teacher and concierge security guard, a little nervous.
Forget it, I have to go over there and take a look.
Otherwise, Sarkir and Archimonde will be humiliated by that guy, and they have to take Twins with them, otherwise I, the "uneducated" Priest, probably won't even be able to get through the gate of his college."