Shadow Trails in Azeroth

While the naval battle in the remote waters is going on, the war in the Kingdom of Lordaeron on the eastern continent has also advanced to its most anxious moment.

Orc troops rushed out of the Alterac Valley in a steady stream, and human troops also rushed over from the East Wilder and Stratholme regions.

Many elite legions have been drained from the battlefield in Quel'Thalas and have returned to Lordaeron for support, but the orc warchief has also dispersed some small clans.

Allowing them to plunder the heart of Lordaeron and distract the Alliance's support.

The Alliance's major counterattack in the Hillsbrad Foothills was completely disrupted, and General Gavin Rad and the Gilnean Legion also wanted to support the war in Tirisfal.

However, the cunning remnants of the Thunder King Clan and the Burning Blade Clan obstructed their advance in every possible way, and the positions of the two sides changed in an instant.

What is even more regrettable is that the cowardly king Aiden Perenold not only opened the passage to the Alterac Valley for the orcs, but also blocked the road from the hills back to the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

This duplicitous and shameless act of surrendering to the enemy caused the alliance's situation to fall into the worst and most desperate hell in just a few days.

The outer city wall of the Royal City of Lordaeron had fallen one day ago.

But fortunately, this royal city, including the palace, has three walls, and now the civilians in the city, males from fifteen years old and above, have been recruited into the army and are stationed on the second wall.

All women and children were temporarily placed in the court of Terenas II.

The palace is large enough and has sufficient material reserves.

The nobles who had always been stingy became generous at this critical moment. The nobles headed by Lord Daval Presto donated all their property in the royal city.

It is said that Lord Davar, who was born in the Kingdom of Alterac, felt ashamed of his king's betrayal, and he had pledged his allegiance to Terenas II of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

And he also contributed his hundreds of family private soldiers who were good at fighting to this war.

In short, the nobles performed well. At this moment, they were very knowledgeable and did not cause any trouble.

But this success cannot conceal the current precarious situation.

Terenas II has already sent his daughter, Princess Calia, and son, Arthas Menethil, out of the royal city and to the safer city of Dalaran.

He stayed on his own and gave a speech in public, saying that he would live and die with the city of Lordaeron.

This greatly boosted the morale of the people, and Marshal Lothar took his adopted son, the fifteen-year-old Crown Prince Varian Wrynn of the Storm King, to personally sit on the city wall.

Although the orcs went crazy and attacked the city day and night without stopping, they could still buy time.

However, even the stupidest and stupidest people have already realized it.

If there are no reinforcements from the alliance that can break through the orc siege and support the royal city, if the current rate of casualties and the situation continue to develop, the royal city will completely fall in seven days at most.

In the ruins of the first city wall of Lordaeron, Orgrim Doomhammer's headquarters is located here, very close to the front line. This is a very dangerous place.

Especially the human League of Assassins, Ravenholdt, has been going crazy these days.

High-level assassins, even legendary assassins, are constantly sent here in an attempt to end this tragic war by assassinating Orgrim, but this is too difficult.

Orgrim Doomhammer himself is a legendary warrior, and he also has legendary weapons like Doomhammer in his hand.

The leader of the guards beside him, Brox Saurfang, even defeated Muradin Bronzebeard one-on-one in a battle a few days ago. Two legendary warriors are here, protected by the most elite orc army. .

Even if Ravenholdt uses all his cards, it is not that easy to successfully assassinate him.

In the early morning of the fifth day of the siege, the two sides stopped fighting for a short while with a tacit understanding after fighting at midnight. The city was littered with corpses, both human and orc.

The brutal street fighting left both sides exhausted.

But both sides know very well that after the sun rises, another round of crazy meat grinder-style fighting will start again.

At this moment, a dusty orc warlord, carrying a bloody battle ax on his back, walked into the tent of Warchief Orgrim. His name was Varok Saurfang.

Another legendary warrior brought news that made the Warchief extremely angry.

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The Doomhammer hit the table hard, smashing the rough wooden table into pieces. Orgrim Doomhammer, who had never shown much emotion, spit fire from his eyes at this moment.

He looked at the shameful Overseer in front of him and said word by word:

You just let Gul'dan run away? You also let him take away the two clans I need most right now! Without the spellcasters of the Ravager clan, how can we deal with the human mages who have been transferred to Lordaeron?

Without the ogres of the Twilight's Hammer clan, how can we knock down that damn wall!

Varok!

You never let me down, but this time.

I will not deny my negligence, Warchief.

Varok Saurfang is a pure orc, with a pure orc body shape, very green skin, and fangs that are very in line with the orc style.

He was carrying a spine battle ax and lowered his head when being scolded, feeling so guilty that he did not dare to look into Orgrim's eyes.

He knew that his mistake might ruin the entire tribe's victory.

I'll join the next fight!

Saurfang said in a deep voice:

I would rather die fighting there, or help the tribe open the city wall! This will wash away my shame.

Then what?

Orgrim quickly calmed down after his initial anger. He closed his eyes and sat on the chair, revealing an unprecedented level of exhaustion and loss.

He held the hammer of destruction and asked:

“You die there and it’s over, it’s easy, but after the city wall is breached, we still have to attack the palace of Terenas II.

We will have to pay more casualties to capture this city, and we may have to kill every human in the city to force them to admit defeat.

But we can't afford that, Varok.

If the last elite of the tribe are buried here, even if we win this battle here, we will still lose the entire war.

In fact, I had already guessed this result when I crossed the sea.

Great Chief!

Warlord Varok Saurfang thought Orgrim was only temporarily lost. He raised his head and said in a deep voice:

Even if we lose the Ravager clan and the Twilight's Hammer clan, the advantage is still with us! The Dragonmaw clan has not betrayed, and Zuluhid has tamed enough young dragons.

Although those baby dragons cannot directly join the battle, they can transport our soldiers to the battlefield.

The Bleeding Ring Clan and the Thunder King Clan can be brought directly into the Tirisfal region, and their vacancies can be filled by the Warsong Clan and the Shattered Hand Clan still remaining in Draenor.

And the Bonebreaker clan.

Although these clans became manic and uncontrollable because they drank too much demon blood, even the Black Hand was unwilling to take them through the Dark Portal.

But Warchief, right now, they are also available forces.

Saurfang's words should have given the warchief confidence.

But at this time, Orgrim was even more painful and lost. The warchief was silent for several minutes, then sighed and said to the warlord in front of him who was deeply trusted by him:

No more. There are no reinforcements, Varok. Before we crossed the sea and set foot in the northern border, I had already received news from Draenor.

The Warsong Clan and the Shattered Hand Clan, who were supposed to be gathering in Hellfire Peninsula and awaiting combat orders, started going to war.

Unable to find the enemy, they turned their weapons on their own men.

Our most powerful, brave, and now craziest brother, Grom Hellscream, has led his insatiable tribe to declare war on Kargath and his Shattered Hand clan.

Demon blood changed us and corrupted them.

The two clans were too immersed in their war with each other to heed my orders, and in fact, they never obeyed me after I killed Black Hand.

All the orcs gathered in Azeroth are our last army. If we consume all our strength in the city of Lordaeron, we will win.

We will lose too.

Humanity has seven kingdoms!

We only have one tribe.

Defeated Lordaeron and the Gilneans hiding on the peninsula.

After killing all the Gilneans, not only will the highland knights of Stromgarde not surrender, but they will fight us even more crazily.

Even if we destroy Stromgarde and Stromgarde, the remaining humans can still cross the sea to Kul Tiras and continue to resist!

The navy of Kul Tiras, and their admiral Daelin, were already on the sea, letting us suffer the pain of failure.

The warchief stood up, holding the war hammer, and staggered to the tent. He looked at the city of Lordaeron shrouded in flames of war. He closed his eyes in pain, and said to the shocked Saurfang behind him:

This is our only chance to win, Varok.

I need the two clans that Gul'dan took away. If we can capture Lordaeron after bearing a certain price and get the rich war resources of Lordaeron, we still have a slim hope of victory.

But now, we are gone.

It's a big gamble.

Because of Gul'dan's betrayal, we have lost.

We still have dragons!

Varok was furious at this moment, and he shouted:

The Dragonmaw clan can capture more dragons, Warchief! As long as we hold on, we can drown them with dragon fire, and we can.

I gave Zuluhid an order. If he senses Gul'dan's betrayal, he can use Gul'dan as bait for the red dragon!

Orgrim turned around with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.

He said to Saurfang:

“But Zuluhid let him run away.

Varok, you are a good warrior, but not a good leader. Do you really think that an old chief like Zuluhid was not aware of Gul'dan's intentions?

During these five days of siege, the dragon knights under Zuluhid were blocking the magicians of Dalaran, but starting yesterday, human mages have appeared in the city of Lordaeron.

Zuluhid is beginning to conserve its strength, Varok.

He also saw that the tribe's defeat was imminent, and the cunning old man began to find a way out for himself.

He and his dragons will not fight to the death for us.

Gul'dan's betrayal was a mockery of me.

He knew that after he left, the tribe would fall apart.

The great chief shook his head and remained surprisingly calm. He walked back to the tent, took out a piece of animal skin, and wrote down instructions with a pen.

As his thick fingers moved, the chief seemed to be releasing all the anger in his heart on the letter in front of him.

Guard! Send this letter to the wetland as quickly as possible and hand it over to the two chiefs of the Black-Toothed Smiling Clan.

Tell Red and Maim.

I know that the two of them have always wanted to take revenge on Gul'dan for their father, the Blackhand Chieftain. Now, I give them the opportunity for revenge.

The ships we can still use are at their disposal.

As long as they can find Gul'dan and those traitors, that bastard will be at their disposal! And I have only one request for this! Don't let the traitor who stole our victory die too easily!