Battleground Plain The battlefield fell into an eerie silence for a moment. Everyone's eyes were on this guy who fell from the sky and stopped the entire battlefield with one person's power.
When Armored Gryphon Swiftwing flapped its wings and neighed and landed next to Dick, using the same Beak as Eagle to elegantly arrange the Lion's Mane on its body, this Tranquility was broken for the first time.
Old Orc strode forward. Orcs Warrior beside him wanted to protect him, but was stopped by old Orc. This Shaman had black cloth over his eyes. can use "Mind's Eye" to see everything around him. Facing this Shaman and Dick, who have left their own footprints in history, their expressions finally changed for the first time.
"Who are you? Paladin, why do you want to intervene in the Frostwolf Clan's war?"
Drek'Thar's voice was not strong, just like his body had begun to weaken, but the power of Elements was helping him. In Dick's perception, when the old Shaman approached him, everything in the world seemed to come alive.
The snowflakes became colder, but the cold wind took the initiative to ignore these two people. Looking at Orcs and Dick, who had never met before, they felt a strange affinity. The way of Shaman was indeed magical.
Even though Drek'Thar is already very old, he is still Orcs. When he got close to Dick, his 2-meter-tall body, even though it was a little hunched, still put a little pressure on Dick.
"I am Order of the Silver Hand High Knight, Stratholme Regiment, leader, Dick Tang. With all due respect, this war... is meaningless!"
Dick looked back at Vanndar Stormpike, who was also approaching him, and said in a cold tone,
"Orcs, just when you were addicted to war, the Blackhand that once tempted you Corruption and caused the death of your world has descended on Dalaran, which is only a mountain away from you. Didn't your Elements power tell you that the stench of Demon has filled that plain?"
Drek'Thar's face changed drastically, but Dick no longer paid attention to him, but focused his attention on Vanndar Stormpike again. Although Dick noticed the hidden kindness of the old Dwarves, his tone did not soften because of it.
"And you, Stormpike Dwarves, you just asked me why I hurt the soldiers of the Alliance, do you know that Dalaran is also on the side of the Alliance? is being besieged by Undead. The city is in danger of being breached. Your allies are in urgent need of your help, but you are using your precious strength in this stupid war!"
After saying that, Dick looked at old Dwarves's unhappy face, and simply added another flame,
"When Lordaeron perished, even Wildhammer Dwarves, who was driven away by you, came to help, but we, who are also allies, did not wait for a single soldier from Ironforge. Is this your attitude towards your allies?"
"..."
Fandral Staghelm wanted to refute, but old Dwarves blushed but never said anything. Ironforge's political system was not what Magni King said, even though he and Magni were talking about it at the time. King all agreed to send some Mountaineers to Lordaeron, but Council of Elders rejected the proposal. He was just a warrior and there was nothing he could do.
After successfully suppressing both sides, Dick breathed a sigh of relief. His purpose was not to humiliate Frostwolf Orcs or Stormpike Dwarves. He wanted to use the power of these two forces. Now the first step has been completed.
Dick knows that he is not the kind of Hero hero who can convince everyone to obey him with just one mouth. He has almost never dealt with similar matters, but Dalaran may be breached every minute and every second. He does not have so much time to waste on mediating the conflicts between the two parties.
So after a few minutes, Dick took back the burning Holy Fire on Fire of Justice, and also took back the Holy Power outside the body surface, and calmly said to Drek'Thar and Vanndar Stormpike,
"The war ends here. I have something very important to tell you two.
If Silver Hand's name can still gain your trust, then please suspend your troops temporarily. After listening to what I have to say, you can choose to continue fighting or use your strength to do something meaningful." Old Orc did not speak. Obviously, he was unwilling to take the initiative to surrender in front of Stormpike Dwarves, while Marshal Fandral took a deep breath. Old Dwarves touched his beautiful beard and said in a deep voice,
"That's it for today, Orcs. Let's collect our wounded soldiers first. In three hours, we'll be at... well, at Stone Hearth Outpost. I'll be waiting for you there. Do you dare to come?"
This provocation was overwhelming, but old Orc did not retort, but snorted coldly.
"Orcs is never afraid of challenges! Wait for me there, Dwarves, I will be there on time."
After saying that, old Orc turned his attention to Dick again. He looked at Dick with "Mind's Eye", waved his hand, and Orcs, who could still stand up, began to help those fainted and injured fellow members. Dwarves was also doing the same thing.
Dick's sky attack deliberately chose the place where Balinda and Galvan fought. There were almost no other soldiers there. The glorious Holy Light It was not a particularly destructive force, so most of the soldiers were knocked unconscious due to the air blast from the impact and the subsequent "Storm". Only a few unlucky ones had their heads smashed by stones, but no one died.
After calling on the Priest followers to carry the seriously injured Captain Balinda back, Vanndar Stormpike took the initiative to send an invitation to Dick.
"Young man, come with me for a walk. It's still a little way from Stone Hearth Outpost."
Dick, who was helping Swiftwing tidy up his mane, was stunned for a moment when he heard the invitation from old Dwarves, but then nodded, and handed the reins of Swiftwing to Dwarves Falconer who came over. rode on the armored Ram next to Fandral Staghelm, followed Fandral Staghelm, and was surrounded by guards, walking in the direction of Stone Hearth Outpost.
The only constant thing about Alterac Valley is the snow scene all over the sky. Snowflakes are floating all year round. This Valley is surrounded by mountains, the green pine trees covered with snowflakes, the clear Iceflow River water, and the cold sunshine are reflected by the snow. It is as beautiful and pure as a paradise in the falling snow.
"Look, this place always reminds me of the scenery of Dun Morogh. By the way, have you been to Dun Morogh?"
Marshal Dwarves took off his Helm, and his brown hair was neatly combed by him. He looked back at Dick, who shook his head, and a gentle expression appeared on his cold face.
"No, I haven't been there, but I heard Mr. Korth'azz talk about the land that is also covered with snow, and the brave Dwarves brothers in Order of Knights. They all miss their hometown."
Korth'azz Lord is Order of the Silver Hand's contact person in Ironforge. He is one of the knights Lord recognized by King Terenas. He is a powerful Dwarves Paladin, when the West Darrowmere war situation was dangerous, he led hundreds of Dwarves Paladin from Ironforge to station on the front line of Crusader's Hold.
During the time when Dick came back from Quel'Thalas, it was this kind Dwarves who taught him Crusader Combat Techniques.
Hearing Dick's words, Fandral Staghelm laughed loudly and said in a nostalgic tone,
"Haha, that old guy Korth'azz, he and I were born together in Cold Ridge Valley. We grew up in the ice and snow of Anvilmar. We went hunting together Ice Troll passed the adult ceremony, and later we met in Orcish War When I arrived at Lothar, I went to war with Lothar. After the war, I went back to Ironforge, and he went to Lordaeron. I haven't seen him for more than ten years. Tell me, Dick, how is that old guy?"
Dick nodded,
"Mr. Korth'azz is in great health, and is now Silver Hand in West Darrowmere's Senior Commander of the Eastern Front. He also taught me martial arts."
"Well..."
Vanndar Stormpike was riding on the goat. He was a little silent. After a few minutes, old Dwarves lowered his voice.
"Dick, don't be resentful towards Ironforge. We soldiers cannot decide many things. Magni King also supports aiding you, but Council of Elders... they always have to think about the entire kingdom. Just before the demise of Lordaeron, Gnomes's City Gnomeregan suffered a catastrophe. All our strength was used to aid Gnomes, so..."
"No, Silver Hand actually never blamed you. Even Princess Caliea never said anything to blame."
Dick comforted the sad old Dwarves, "What I just said was just to end the war. Ironforge is too far away from Lordaeron, and we can't always rely on others. But this time, Marshal Fandral, this time The situation does not allow us to hesitate any longer. Once Dalaran is breached, the armies of Hillsbrad Foothills and Arathi Highlands will not be able to stop Undead from wreaking havoc. If they go south, the first one to stand in their way will be Ironforge."
Old Dwarves nodded.
"I know. In fact, when you appeared, I knew why you came. But it's not enough to convince me of these things. There is also old Orc, Dick. He is not an easy character to deal with. Don't underestimate him!"
"Yeah, I know."
Dick held the reins of the docile Ram tightly. He looked back at Battleground Plain, who had been left behind, and crossed it towards the north, which is the hometown where Frostwolf Clan has lived for almost 20 years.
There are Thrall, the Warchief of the future Orcs, Legendary Shaman, one of the absolute protagonists in the history of the next 20 years, leaving footprints. This is probably the first intersection between Dick and Thrall.
Dwarves people like to live in stone-made Fortress. Their thousands of years of culture have developed quite excellent construction techniques. In Stonehearth Outpost Fortress, several large fire pots are placed on brackets to heat up the cold room. The Dwarves-style table is filled with fragrant barbecue and berries, as well as clear Ale.
This is a meeting, but in Dwarves's cultural style, all meetings are also part of a banquet. However, this banquet is very special because it entertains Stormpike Dwarves's enemies, Frostwolf Clan and those Orcs who live together in Alterac Valley.
Drek'Thar sat on the left side of the table, Dick sat on the right, and Marshal Fandral sat in the middle. No one was interested in eating. In fact, even Galvan and Balinda, who were staring at each other with hatred, also focused on the war described by Dick.
The Coal in the brazier would make a banging sound from time to time, but this sound made the atmosphere of the whole room become more silent and quiet.
"Dalaran is being besieged by nearly half a million Undead! There are many Demon mixed in."
Dick glanced at Drek'Thar, who looked solemn, and continued, "Although the mages are very confident in their barrier, in my opinion, without a standing army, their fall is only a matter of time. Arthas is not a fool. Sooner or later, he will be able to think of a way to conquer Dalaran."
"Now that Dalaran's space is blocked, Mages can't spread the news at all. My idea is that if possible, we should join forces. Although there is still no way to break the blockade of those Undeads, at least when Dalarans are breached, we can rescue some Mages!"
As soon as Dick finished speaking, the hot-tempered Captain Balinda snorted coldly,
"I can understand the matter of rescuing Mage, but Dick, I can't see those Mage needing our help. They are so arrogant. In fact, I can't see you saying that at all. The usefulness of these things is that even if Dalaran is breached, we can still defend the entrance of Hillsbrad Foothills just by relying on Stormpike Dwarves, but Undead still can't get in!"
"No... it would be much easier if things were as simple as you think."
Dick shook his head. He was not angry because of Balinda's rebuttal. In fact, he was about to say something really important.
"Mr. Drek'Thar, I heard that you were once a famous wise man in Draenor World, and you also personally experienced the destruction of Draenor. So, have you seen the power of Great Demon?"