Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The screams of the bronze dragon were heard, and Blake, who was standing high up in the Royal Palace, suddenly raised his head. At the end of his sight, he vaguely saw the embarrassed figure of the familiar figure falling out of the time stream.

"The baby dragon is really here? Deathwing takes action? So soon?"

Blake had quick eyes and hands. The moment Sephiel was out of his sight at high altitude, he threw a hunter's mark over him. Only he could see the red light, and quickly fled towards the southern mountains in the dark night.

That is the direction of the Alterac Mountains. Has this young dragon lost his mind and gone crazy?

At this point in time, the depths of the mountain range are simply the base camp of the black dragon!

The pirate quickly jumped down from the high place.

He quickly rushed into the aisle in front of the banquet hall and found Shore in the lounge who was standing at the window with Maris, looking out.

They had obviously heard that strange and desolate roar just now.

The pirate wasted no time. He stretched his body and said to Shore:

"I have received treatment from the Pope, and now I have endless energy all over my body. I don't want to waste time here, and I hate this meaningless banquet.

Friends, ask me to get a gryphon, the sooner the better! "

"What's wrong?"

Shore saw the urging in Blake's eyes and led him out of the room.

Maris, who was on crutches, followed behind. As the three of them walked, the ranger, who had a headache from being entangled by the ladies at the banquet tonight, asked:

"What happened?"

"I just heard from a noble with good information channels that Orgrim, the orc warchief, has confirmed to have appeared in the Hinterlands. That cunning bastard led his troops towards the Elf Kingdom."

Blake lowered his voice and said to his two friends;

"You can go to your grandmother to confirm. The Alliance military should have received the news. It is said that General Turalyon is leading a team to stop the orcs there.

I now want to change the battlefield and continue hunting orcs.

Maris is going home to rest. He can't continue fighting. What about you, Shore?

Do you want to go with me? "

"No wonder my grandmother told me before that I still have many battles to fight, and it turns out that's what she meant."

A glint flashed in Xiao's eyes, and he adjusted his tie regretfully.

explain:

"I would like to go with you, Black, but after all, I am not as free as you. I will also meet Prince Varian Wrynn tomorrow to report our actions to him.

So, you go ahead.

I'll come later.

Remember not to kill all the orcs, leave a few for me. "

Shore patted Black on the shoulder, and Maris hugged him goodbye. There was not much to hold back, only blessings for the warriors, who were all still young.

Sooner or later they will meet again.

But now, the war that everyone is involved in needs the strength of each of them.

In the far corridor of the banquet hall, Shore summoned a royal squire wearing Stormwind Kingdom armor and instructed him to take Black to the palace's gryphon pen.

Nowadays, the Wildhammer dwarves who are good at training and riding griffons have not yet formed an alliance with the Alliance. Mounts like griffins that can carry people and fly are quite rare.

But as the royal court of Lordaeron, a powerful human nation, there are specially invited dwarves to train griffins.

With Black's current status as an alliance warrior, he rented one temporarily and headed to the battlefield, so naturally no one would come to stop him.

Ten minutes later, Black, who was riding on the saddle of the griffon, grabbed the reins and followed the instructions of the loud-voiced dwarf just now, hugging his body around the neck of the furry griffin.

Let this ferocious and brave sky beast carry you straight into the sky.

The place he was going to was the Hinterlands, which was the hometown of the Wildhammer dwarves. This well-trained griffon knew the way, so there was no need for a dedicated dwarf rider to follow.

"where to!"

Black held the griffon's neck. He searched left and right in the sky, patted the griffin's neck, pointed to the south in very bad Dwarf language, and kept shouting.

The gryphon howled in dissatisfaction.

Probably because he feels that this human being has many things going on.

However, despite Blake's constant pulling and stiffening, he changed his direction slightly and flew towards the direction where the bronze baby dragon escaped.

Blake's eyes sparkled.

He wanted to completely settle the grudge between himself and the annoying young dragon that had been following him tonight.

——

In the Royal Court of Lordaeron, the final dance in the banquet hall is still going on.

The nobles spent an unforgettable night. It was rare that during this war period, they could take the time to look back on the leisurely times in the past, which made everyone very satisfied.

But the real big shots left the banquet hall early.

In the palace council hall of King Terenas II of Lordaeron, a group of people who were invited were gathered here. In front of them, in the center of the venue that was originally used for nobles to argue, a huge sand table was placed. .

However, this strategic meeting, which was personally chaired by Marshal Lothar, was interrupted just now.

"Master Antonidas, that roar just now"

Sitting on the main seat, wearing casual clothes, with gray hair on his temples, but energetic Terenas II, holding his scepter, standing by the window, wearing a blue robe and holding a red robe. The Archmage of the Crystal Staff asked:

"Is it some kind of beast?"

"No, Your Majesty."

The archmage Antonidas, who had a beautifully trimmed long white beard, shook his head. The leader of the magic city-state Dalaran turned around and explained to King Terenas:

"That's the roar of a dragon."

"dragon?"

Not only the king, but with the exception of several generals who had participated in the sniper orc crossing war in Nanhai Town that day, everyone else in the entire hall looked at each other.

The royal representative from Alterac suddenly turned pale.

He asked in horror:

"Is it the evil red dragon? Is it the orcs who are driving the red dragon to attack this city?"

"No, sir. The red dragons are not evil, they are just controlled by the orcs."

The Archmage was a little helpless.

He is knowledgeable and is one of the few wise men among humans who has some knowledge about dragons. However, it is too difficult to explain the secrets of dragons to the high-level officials in front of them, who are all good and bad.

This is not the theme of tonight either.

So the Archmage said briefly:

"You don't have to worry. Any dragon that wants to attack Lordaeron must first step through Dalaran's magical defense line, and the dragon roar just now was filled with pain.

It must have been attacked by some force.

Now that the Tirisfal region has been evacuated, it is not something you should worry about. Let us continue discussing the direction of the war. "

The Archmage calmed people's hearts and made a "please" gesture to Marshal Lothar, who was wearing ceremonial armor.

Next to King Terenas, the tall Alliance Commander Lothar, who was over fifty years old, nodded. The marshal, who wore the unique Thoradin ribbon, held a long pole in his hand and clicked on the big sand table in front of him. point.

He continued where he had left off.

Well, to put it another way, he is indeed a rather elegant middle-aged uncle. In addition to his tall stature, his hair is neatly combed, but he still cannot hide the sparseness in the center of his head.

Maybe in a few years, he will be completely bald.

He said:

"Orgrim Doomhammer is now in the Hinterlands. They allied with the local Amani trolls and attacked the Eagle's Nest Mountain where the Wildhammer dwarves live.

Our dwarf friends are indeed brave,

But the enemy we faced was too strong, so we asked for help. General Turalyon, who was originally stationed in the hilly area, had already rushed to the Hinterlands with his knights.

They're going to build a line of defense there."

"This is so stupid!"

Before Lothar finished speaking, a young representative wearing a black and green Gilnean dress interrupted.

He said loudly and slightly rudely:

"Isn't General Turalyon's mission to cooperate with General Gavin Rad to hold on to the hilly defense line? Maybe you don't care, after all, the Kingdom of Stromgard and the Kingdom of Lordaeron both have terrain advantages.

But we in Gilneas don't!

Lord Darius Crowley and our brave soldiers of Gilneas were forced to repeatedly fight for the battle line with the brutal orc wolf cavalry in the undefendable Silverpine Forest.

We have suffered heavy losses by guarding the battlefield borders for the Alliance.

But we have no complaints!

Because we know that if the orcs cannot be stopped, all kingdoms will suffer terrible disasters.

Marshal Lothar, I am not doubting your strategic vision.

But I feel that even if we really have to divide our forces, we should help us humans first instead of using precious power to support alien races, right? "

These words immediately won the approval of many people present. A knight with the rank of colonel even said directly:

"Your Excellency Marshal, what Lord Godfrey said is correct. The Wildhammer dwarves are not the Bronzebeard dwarves. They are not our traditional allies. They did not respond to our request for alliance in the early stages of the war.

Even when the orcs have landed, they are unwilling to open the area around Eagle's Nest Mountain as a resting point for our wounded.

If there were support from the Wildhammer dwarves in the Battle of the Hills, the orcs would not have captured Nanhai Town so easily.

With all due respect, Marshal.

They don't deserve what we have to pay to help them. "

This knight colonel was no unknown person.

His name is Osmar Garithos, and he comes from a noble family. He is currently leading an army stationed in Andorhal, a city on the border between the Kingdom of Lordaeron and the hills, which is also the border of the East Wilder region.

He fought bravely, led the army to meet the retreating legions in the Battle of the Hills, and fought several victorious battles. He received a lot of praise in the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and also won the trust of King Terenas.

There are rumors that perhaps Colonel Garithos will become a brigadier general soon.

In this difficult moment of war, the establishment of the Knights of the Silver Hand can inspire the courage of the people, but the Kingdom of Lordaeron still needs to create more heroes.

In the face of these rebuttals, Marshal Lothar was not angry.

The slightly bald commander acted very rationally. After everyone had expressed their opinions, the marshal finally said:

"I understand your concerns, but I still support General Turalyon's actions.

Because that line of defense in the Hinterlands is not just to protect the Wildhammer dwarves, everyone.

Its existence will block the orc warchief's way back to the hills. I just got the exact information from Prince Kael'thas.

The vanguard of the orcs has entered the Eversong Forest and launched an attack on the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas in the past few days.

Do you know what this means? "

Marshal Lothar's question caused the entire conference hall to suddenly become silent. Representatives from various kingdoms may not know much about military affairs, but the eyes of all the soldiers present immediately brightened.

"The orcs have provoked themselves another powerful opponent before they defeated us! The high elves will hold back their vanguard!"

Colonel Garithos, who had objected just now, was almost lying on the sand table and shouted excitedly:

"That's a quagmire! The stupid orcs stepped into it. Without the shortcut to the Hinterlands, the majestic Alterac Mountains will block them.

It would take at least a month for them to make the circuitous route back to the hills! We have to defeat our brave soldiers of Lordaeron along the way, and we will fight to the last man!

We won’t let them come back so easily!

As long as we seize this opportunity, launch a major counterattack in the hills, and encircle us on all sides, the orcs' army left in the hills will be finished! "

Garithos raised his head and looked at the smiling Marshal Lothar with admiration. His explanation also made everyone in the hall understand the Marshal's next plan.

"Everyone."

Marshal Lothar held the ceremonial sword at his waist. He looked at the sand table and said decisively:

"The orc warchiefs were so eager to win, so anxious, that they made a terrible mistake that would doom them forever.

Next, we will launch a hunting counterattack in the hills.

Our warriors in the shadows have eliminated the difficult Burning Blade clan for us. This great victory has severely weakened the will of the orcs!

As long as Lordaeron's army in the Stratholme region is strong enough, as long as the Kingdom of Alterac can guard the mountain pass and prevent Orgrim Doomhammer from returning to the hills.

Then we will definitely win this war!

The dawn of victory has arrived, right before our eyes!

In addition, we no longer have to worry about the threat from the red dragon controlled by the orcs. General Turalyon has sent back the news that the gryphon knights of the Wildhammer dwarves will become our air force.

They will be responsible for controlling the orcs' red dragon rampage.

The tragedy of the Kul Tiran Third Fleet and Prince Drake Proudmoore will never happen again. "