Will you still follow the path of history?" Aaron looked at Thrall's back and murmured.
If there is no Aaron, Thrall will almost have to jailbreak and leave Durnholde after a while. After that, he will gradually collect the Orcs scattered around Lordaeron and break through it. In various concentration camps, the Orcs forces that had originally been fragmented were reunited, and finally they created a territory for their own people to settle down, and formed a force that could influence the future destiny of Azeroth - Horde.
However, now Thrall's fate has undergone earth-shaking changes. Frostwolf Orcs, who was supposed to be his loyal people, was first taken under his wing by Ner'zhul. Orcs in the concentration camp was also turned into Fel Orcs.
Now Thrall can either become the subordinate of Ner'zhul first, or he can only give up these compatriots temporarily and wait for the opportunity to re-establish Horde later. However, no matter how he chooses, the future of Thrall and Horde will not be as powerful as the "official history".
"Perhaps I should kill Thrall now so that Horde can't build it from the beginning?" Aaron glanced at the warhammer in his hand, with a slightly struggling expression on his face. Now Thrall walked at the end of Orcs's captives. If Aaron took action now, there would still be a chance to kill him, but Aaron was not willing to do so.
Although Thrall is here, Horde will rise again, Orcs will unite around him and pull some other Alliance who are not close to him's race fights against the Alliance together, but if there is no Thrall, will Orcs people like Alliance? Obviously, it is impossible.
On the contrary, if Thrall is allowed to live, he can still be allowed to gather Orcs to reduce the possibility of conflict between Orcs and humans... Aaron thought so.
"After thinking so much, I don't really want to take action on this character, right?" Aaron sighed and found so many reasons. In fact, it was because Aaron had some feelings for the character Thrall, or in other words, he had a subtle feeling for many characters he was familiar with in the past, and he couldn't bear to take action.
"These guys are finally gone." Falstad took his men and flew to Aaron, interrupting Aaron's random thoughts. He looked at Fel Orcs who had merged into the siege troops outside, and Qiangzuo said calmly.
There were at least two thousand Fel Orcss who broke out of the concentration camp. Facing such a number of cruel and ferocious enemies, no matter who they were, they would inevitably feel the pressure. After all, the Gryphon Riders had too few manpower.
"But I don't think they are going to leave," Aaron came back to his senses and glanced at the enemies outside the castle. After these coalition forces composed of different strengths gathered Fel Orcs, they had no intention of leaving. Instead, they looked at Durnholde Keep with eager eyes.
"It's bad, I forgot that the leader of these people is Cult of the Damned." Aaron slapped his forehead and shouted, and then urged the gryphon to fly towards the city gate, "Falstad, come here and close the door!"
"Close the door? Okay!" Falstad was a little confused about Aaron's reaction, but seeing Aaron's panicked look, he immediately followed him, not forgetting to ask on the way, "What happened to Cult of the Damned?"
"The boss of Cult of the Damned is Lich King, the biggest Undead leader in the world. How could he let go of so many people in the castle who could be used to supplement his Undead army? Troop strength?" Aaron explained hurriedly and quickly flew towards the city gate. However, the moment he saw the city gate, Aaron's face darkened. "These damned Fel Orcs."
Falstad, who was following Aaron, also saw the reason why Aaron was so angry. When the group of Fel Orcs rushed out, they did not open the door properly at all, but directly tore the door apart. At this moment, the two door panels had fallen to the ground in pieces, and it was too late to close the door again.
And through the doorway, you can see that the wolf cavalry of the Frostwolf Clan have already set up their formation, and they are just waiting for the order to rush to the castle.
The good news is that except for this part of the wolf cavalry, the other enemies have begun to turn around. It seems that they are planning to leave here, but they don't know where their next goal is to cause harm.
"Why haven't the promised reinforcements come yet?!" Aaron complained dissatisfiedly. In fact, he also knew in his heart that it would take time for the Alliance parties to mobilize troops to support. It has only been more than a day since Ravenholdt requested Wildhammer Dwarves to send troops to support Durnholde. Other reinforcements will not come so quickly.
"What should we do, block this door?" Falstad suggested. With the city gate of Durnholde, even if the dwarves got off their griffons and used them as a human wall, they could still create several rows. It would not be a problem to resist the wolf cavalry's Charge. However, without shields, this would definitely result in casualties.
"It would be great if there were grenades at this time. With so many of us flying to the top of the wolf cavalry and dropping bombs, we would have blown them all up long ago." Aaron imagined the scene of a hundred Gryphon Rider blowing up the wolf cavalry with grenades and running away, and then shook his head. "There is no way to defend this broken place, let's retreat to the castle."
"Go back? That's fine, I think everyone else should have withdrawn." Falstad nodded. Although he was not afraid of death, it was a good thing to avoid death.
"They started to rush over." Aaron kept watching the movements of the wolf cavalry and found that the front row of wolf cavalry had already begun to urge their mounts to rush in this direction.
At the beginning, the speed of the wolf cavalry was not too fast, and it could even be said that they were walking. However, as they got closer and closer to the castle, their speed became faster and faster, and finally they were like a huge wave crashing towards the castle.
When the first batch of wolf cavalry rushed into Durnholde, the wolf cavalry behind them also launched Charge. If there was really someone blocking the door at this moment, they would probably have been torn apart by these fierce wolf cavalry.
However, the third batch of wolf cavalry who were preparing to Charge did not charge forward. Instead, they all turned to the side. The Orcs riders asked their mounts to bend down slightly, as if preparing to deal with the enemy attack.
Aaron, who was watching the battle in mid-air, hurriedly looked in that direction and saw hundreds of human knights wearing heavy armor, wielding war hammers and shining with golden light, rushing towards the side of Orcs's battle formation.
"It's Silver Hand!"
Aaron shouted in surprise. Knights of the Silver Hand can be said to be the most elite unit of the Alliance at present. Once they arrive, Aaron no longer needs to worry about the rest of the things. It is better to leave it to Uther to worry about.