Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 155 25. Retreat across the board [26100]

Two hours later, at the scheduled evacuation location, three death knights were waiting in the dense forest. In the shadows before their eyes, groups of orcs came out of the forest. Compared with the previous period, the number of orcs who came back was one-third less.

asshole!

Grom Hellscream was like an enraged beast. He roared and rushed towards the death knight in front of him, waving his huge fists, his eyes were full of anger:

Where is your support? You bastards!

boom

Glokush grabbed the punch that came at him with one hand. The tall death knight looked at the angry chief indifferently. This malicious resistance made all the orcs draw their weapons in unison. Behind Lokush, the two death knights hesitated for a moment, then drew their weapons and stood behind Glokush.

In this dark dense forest, the atmosphere was extremely stagnant, and the battle between the two sides seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.

Response? What response?

Glokush stared at Grom in front of him, and said word by word:

Did you tell me that you want to take care of you? Do you think I'm your subordinate? Gromash...

I lost a third of my best fighters!

Grom snarled: If there is a response, they will not die!

I lost a lot of warriors too!

Glokush said calmly:

In terms of loss, I am no smaller than you! And I want you to understand one thing, Gromash, I summoned the Black Dragon Gang, otherwise you can rely on the orcs you brought, and even if they are all dead, don't even think about entering Dalaran!

This is a covert operation. Your people couldn't bear the desire to kill, which attracted a counterattack from the mage... It's all your fault!

These words made the dark red light in Grom's eyes start to dance again, but the moment his fingers touched the battle ax, the death knight threw over a box the size of a human head.

This is what you want. Even with the interference of you trash, we have achieved our goal.

Grom opened the box, and a white spar surrounded by violet runes was quietly lying on the velvet backing. Even an orc warrior who knew nothing about magic could feel the magical power of this thing.

Snapped

The box was closed again, and Grom handed it to the orc behind him. In front of his eyes, Glokush crushed a scale-like thing. A moment later, a dozen behemoths flapped their wings and landed in the forest .

It was the black dragons who attacked Dalaran.

hum

The huge black dragon headed by it turned into a human lady in a long black dress in the flash of magic power, with a tall figure and an indifferent face, like an iceberg.

She crossed her arms and looked at the death knight and orcs in front of her with eyes like looking at garbage. She said in a hoarse voice with a unique charm:

Father asked us to send you to the south. Those lowly mages are hunting down. I think it's time for us to go.

The pure orc language moved everyone, but the unquestionable tone made Glokush and Grom frowned at the same time, but both sides knew what was really important, so after a few minutes, In the icy night, the huge black dragons carried all the orcs and headed towards the southern border of the mainland in the howling wind.

Sitting cross-legged on the black dragon's broad back, Grom's black hair was blown up. He looked indifferently at the death knight behind the dragon in front of him. Behind him, a tall orc whispered:

Chief, do you want to find a chance to teach these arrogant corpses a lesson?

No.

Grom shook his head: Not now.

Just because they're allies?

The orc behind snorted disdainfully: These corpses are too annoying.

ally?

Grom narrowed his eyes:

Never been an ally. These corpses are undoubtedly engaged in some kind of conspiracy. They deceived Ner'zhul, and probably coerced him. I sensed Ner'zhul's cowardice...He, like Blackhand, did not It is worth relying on.

The Warchief has nowhere to turn in the face of all that is so bad on Draenor, and neither do we.

The voice of the orc behind Grom became low:

We can't just stay there and die.

There's nowhere to go...sort of.

Chief Warsong moved his fingers, motioned for the orc behind him to sit beside him, and then asked in a low voice:

Nazgrim, you are also a veteran. Although you are not a member of the Warsong clan, I trust you like I trust my brother. Tell me, what do you think of this world? Compared with our former homeland.

The old orc named Nazgrim hesitated for a moment, and said softly:

This is a very dynamic world, but those human mages... are not easy to deal with.

Regarding Nazgrim's answer, Grom was noncommittal, he was silent for a few seconds, and then said:

Your son and mine are waiting for the news of our victory in Draenor, but the appearance of these strange death knights makes me dare not trust Ner'zhul completely. Our new world...

Having said that, Grom and old Nazgorin exchanged glances, and the two fell silent at the same time. After a while, Nazgorin said in a low voice:

When I go back, I will take Garrosh, Nazgorin Jr., and those clansmen and children as quickly as possible!

good!

On the other side, the disaster that happened in Dalaran quickly reached the ears of the Alliance. Terenas Menethil was awakened from his deep sleep, and with a hint of getting up, he heard about Dalaran The old king's last trace of tiredness was also dispelled.

The Portal of Darkness reopened, first Alterac City, then Dalaran, the orcs are going to start a war again?

The old king rubbed his forehead tiredly, his wise eyes were heavy, and after a while, facing his royal secret agent, he said softly:

Call the king's council immediately, and then block the news! Don't let the people panic!

I obey! Your Majesty, the disaster in Alterac City is easy to say, but it is difficult to completely block the news of Dalaran's attack. The city of mages is too close to Lordaeron.

The spy replied:

We have already organized refugees fleeing from Dalaran outside the city of Lordaeron, which is difficult to hide from the eyes of the people.

The old king's fingers were beating on the edge of the throne. He was a wise king and would never ask his subordinates to do impossible things. Therefore, the old king had a high reputation in the country, and he also knew that what the spies said was true , but the war has just ended less than 3 months, once the news of the orc attack spreads, the social order that has just stabilized will inevitably be challenged again.

Then use official channels to tell the citizens that the mages of Dalaran attracted the black dragon during their magic experiments. The disaster in Dalaran was caused by the black dragon. I will communicate this matter with the Dalaran side. Don't mention anything about orcs, understand?

Yes, Your Majesty!

Just as the spy left in a hurry, the chief of the king's bodyguard came to King Terenas in full armor and whispered in his ear:

Your Majesty, Lord Prestor of Alterac is seeking an audience. His subordinates have captured the orc invaders, and they have also heard the secret of the orc invasion.

Um?

A gleam flashed in the old king's eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

Finally, there is good news. Let Mr. Prestor come in.

At the same time, in the southern part of the mainland, on the ruins of Stormwind City destroyed by orcs, a new city is being built. After His Majesty Varian Wrynn returned to the Kingdom of Stormwind with immigrants, the most famous local architects were all killed. Gathered, and the ancient organization of the Brotherhood of Stonemasons, they accepted the invitation of the royal family to participate in the work of rebuilding Stormwind City.

During the reconstruction of the city, His Majesty Varian and the officials of the Stormwind Kingdom stayed in the restored North County. There is a famous monastery here, which is one of the holy places of the Church of the Holy Light.

And now, in this monastery, the 17-year-old king is sitting in a secret room, listening to the battle report on the front line with Marshal Windsor of the Stormwind Kingdom.

The leader of MI7, Mathias Shaw, pointed to the strategic map behind him, and said to his king:

According to the reports from the agents, we can now confirm that more than 30,000 orcs have gathered in the cursed land. Join the newly invaded orc tribe this time.

After listening to Shaw's report, Varian frowned and asked:

Master Shaw, what do you mean, the orcs who invaded this time are not the same group as the orcs in the last war?

Yes, I'm sure of that!

Shaw snapped his fingers, and several agents in black leather armor walked into the secret room with some things. The master assassin unfolded the flags and placed them in front of the king and the marshal:

This is the flag captured by the agents. Warsong, Thunder King, and Shattered Hand clan almost never appeared in the last war, and according to the description of the frontline soldiers, the flag of the great chief is also a clan that we have never seen before. It is not The original Blackstone clan, and among the orcs who invaded this time, there are many brown-skinned orcs, not all green-skinned.

kindness.

Varian nodded, and he looked at Marshal Windsor, who was frowning beside him, and asked in a low voice:

Mr. Marshal, how many soldiers can we get together? Thirty thousand orcs are a huge threat. We can't give up our people again.

The farms in the western wilderness are almost ruined, the army food is scarce, and the people need to recuperate. With all due respect, Your Majesty, now is not a good time to go to war.

The marshal pondered for a few minutes before replying, The only troops that can be mobilized are the frontline troops in Red Ridge Mountain and the Night Watchman Legion in Dusk Forest, a total of 10,000 troops.

10,000 people? That's too little.

Varian is still underage, but this does not prevent him from learning a lot about the battlefield. When he was in Lordaeron, he read every battle report on the front line. He knows very well that facing 30,000 orcs, at least There must be 50,000 to 70,000 soldiers in order to resist directly.

With all due respect, Your Majesty.

When Varian was thinking about the strategy, the silent master assassin interrupted his thinking. Shaw coughed lightly and said:

According to SI:7's analysis, there is a high probability that we do not need to prepare for war.

kindness?

Varian's eyes widened, and the Marshal also looked at the Master Assassin suspiciously. The latter showed a silent smile and lowered his voice:

There are less than 3,000 defenders in Fort Watch. Even with the aid of the paladins from Northern Xinjiang and His Majesty Dai Lin's fleet, there will be no more than 10,000 troops. But even with these 10,000 soldiers, the orcs have not been able to cross the Cursed Land. The land and the Swamp of Sorrows, this is an abnormal war, Your Majesty, ten thousand soldiers can't stop the orcs at all... But now they are sticking to the cursed land, although it looks like the battle is fierce, but in fact, the orcs' camp is not at all. Traces of moving forward!

A trace of pain suddenly flashed across Xiao Er's cheek... It came again. Ever since he returned from the battlefield in the Burning Plains, he had been experiencing occasional outbreaks of headaches. In severe cases, he would even lose control of his body. Xiao Er didn't know this. Where does this pain come from, but as an excellent assassin, enduring pain is his basic skill.

He clenched his fist tightly, and after a few seconds, he said in a hoarse voice:

It can be seen that...the orcs don't mean to make a full-scale invasion...they, they are likely to attract our attention, don't forget, those orcs who flew over the airspace a few days ago, they may be going to perform some secret missions .”

Master Xiao, your injury...

Varian showed a concerned expression. He reached out his hand to help Shaw, but was rejected by the latter. The master assassin stood up straight, his face was a little pale, and he said softly:

It's okay, it just stings occasionally, let's go on...

Boss, I have important information!

The agent standing at the door interrupted Shaw's description loudly. The latter hooked his fingers. The agent quickly stepped forward and put the two completely different reports on the table. After saluting the king and the marshal, stride away.

As the host of the meeting, Xiao Er opened the two battle reports, and after only one glance, his face was filled with joy.

Your Majesty, Marshal! Our conjecture has come true!

Dalaran sent a message that King Terenas convened the king's council and informed the orc secrets discovered by the Alterac nobleman Lord Prestor. The orcs robbed two items from Alterac and Dalaran. Items of great power, that's what the orcs are aiming for, and they have no intention of a full-scale invasion.

Shaw handed the battle report in his hand to the king, then picked up the second one, waved it in his hand, and said with a relaxed expression:

Then there was a report from the agents of Fort Fort on the front line... The orcs are starting to retreat on a large scale!

Our country is safe for now.