Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 284 14. Spread of Fear --- Add more for the brothers who donate [2730]

Tirisfal, the capital of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, is also one of the rich plains in the northern border.

The Tirisfal Mountains on the edge of the region separate the northern land from the icy North Sea. This mountain range can be regarded as an extension of the Alterac Mountains in the northwest, but the environment inside the mountains is far less than that of Alterac. The mountains are so glorious, in fact, there are many stories related to dark creatures in this marginal area.

Even in the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the Tirisfal Mountains area is an out-and-out wild land. It is ruled by the Oman Sagard family. They manage some towns in the area at the foot of the mountain. It can also be regarded as one of the powerful nobles in the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and of course it cannot be compared with the great nobles of the Mograine family.

A town nicknamed Amansagad Mill is the closest foothold to the remote mountainous area of ​​Tirisfal. It is so remote that even when the orcs attacked Lordaeron, the residents living here were not affected. And now, a special adventure team has come here.

It was an adventure team led by a hale and hearty old man, and there were several heroic young men, and the most peculiar thing was that there was a blond kid following them. very curious.

Okay, this is the last supply point we can find before we enter the mountain.

Lothar stood at the entrance of the village, and some children hid behind the fence and observed them secretly. The old marshal didn't care, but assigned their own tasks to the princes behind him.

Varian, before we set off, our water bladders must be filled with water, as well as food and supplies, which are all left to you. Garin is going to hire a guide, preferably an old man who has been to the deepest part of the valley. Hunter, Drake, take an inventory of our weapons, go to the blacksmith for any repairs you need, and finally, Liam, you'll take care of our horses.

Leaving in 2 hours, rest now, boys.

no problem!

The little King of Stormwind patted his chest, grabbed a few water bags, and walked into the village. Alsace, wearing a small leather armor and a dagger, walked up to Lothar, grabbed the hem of his clothes, and bowed his head. voice asked:

What about me? Marshal, what am I doing?

Lothar bent down with a smile, and scratched the bridge of the 8-year-old member's nose:

Call me Lothar or head, boy, your mission is also very important, look, I put our packages here, before I come back, you must protect them, okay?

Of course! Marshal.

Little Alsace puffed out his chest, trying to make himself look more reliable, but soon he noticed his mistake, and hastily argued:

Uh, I mean, you can trust me, Captain Lothar!

I trust you.

Lothar reached out and brushed Alsace's hair, then turned around and walked outside the village. On a small hillside, he found a mage who was using magic to explore the terrain ahead... a man who looked almost as old as him The sorcerer, wearing a simple white robe, probably to cover his whereabouts, did not even take the original luxurious ice staff, and replaced it with the most common pine staff.

I heard that Dalaran has been having trouble with Lordaeron recently?

Lothar stood behind the old mage and said in a low voice: I have heard too many complaints from His Majesty Jean to King Terenas in Gilneas. I should say that mages have better manners, or do you think that is not really a nuisance? ?”

So what you really want to ask is Dalaran's attitude towards the Arathor Empire, right? Old friend.

The old mage finished his observation. He turned his head, his white beard fluttering in the wind. He calmly looked at Lothar behind him, and said in a magnetic voice:

Although Dalaran is also one of the seven kingdoms, our form of existence has been a city-state system since the moment magic flowed into human civilization. Mages don't care about secular power entanglements, but His Majesty Menethil has been In trying to strengthen Lordaeron's grip on Dalaran, it makes me feel very sorry.

Free minds should not be restrained.

The old mage shrugged:

Before we left with you, the Council of Six specifically discussed this matter. The answer we gave was...we can give up the power to elect the emperor. If we can, we never want to get involved in the power struggle within the empire. In return, Dalaran's current and future development should not be restricted, and we don't want us to become a war machine of the Arathor Empire in the future, and all free thoughts will be wiped out.

Lothar nodded, he took a step forward, stood beside the old mage, looked at the dark mountains in front of him, and said softly:

I never wanted to be the emperor of mankind, even standing here, only one step away from the token left by my ancestors, and I never thought about that luxurious crown, but I can promise you, Antonidas Old friend, everything you need will be realized in the empire. In fact, magic and faith will become the two pillars supporting the continuous advancement of the empire in the future. Your existence is very important.

That's good.

The old mage nodded:

Then Dalaran is also on your side. In addition, according to the direction you gave me, I only saw a lake as black as ink between the mountains and streams. Would you tell me I, the last mausoleum of your ancestors, is under that lake, right?

It's there.

Lothar nodded helplessly:

Believe me, Emperor Thoradin was not buried there voluntarily. There are darker things under the lake, which is why I invited you here. When we are fighting, please protect the prince well. Guys, if there were casualties, it would be an out-and-out disaster.

These words made the archmage frowned:

If that's the case, you should have reminded me when I set off so that I could bring some protective scrolls, if I'm the only one...

It's not just you!

Lothar took out a pocket watch from his pocket, looked at it in front of his eyes, and then pointed to the distant sky, where, in the dusk of the evening, a golden spaceship slowly broke through the clouds and appeared in front of the two At present:

I also invited the Draenei Prophet Velen and His Majesty Faol...The Prophet has glimpsed some dark future, he is very interested in this operation, and His Majesty Faol is interested in the future of the Arathor Empire Religions and beliefs have their own complete plans, well, maybe the future empire should be called Holy Arathor Empire.

Looking at the foreign spaceship slowly landing on the edge of the forest in the distance, the archmage's eyes flashed with great interest, and he said with a meaningful smile:

It seems that you are much more difficult to deal with than King Terenas imagined. In the corner he didn't see, you have united almost all the forces that can be united. He is destined to lose.

There was a tired and boring light in Lothar's eyes. He waved to the young people gathered behind him, and then said to the old mage:

Believe me, if I could, I would never use such a tough way. I don't want to affect Lordaeron's attitude, but King Terenas didn't see everything I have seen, so If he gets his way, then ... I have to do something that I don't want to do.

So, about those orcs...

The archmage asked the last question, but before he could finish, he was stopped by the old marshal with a wave.

I did have a meeting with a moderate orc, and we talked about a lot of things, but trust me, it's none of my business, you know mine, that a just and honorable I will not betray the interests of the alliance because of this.

But... the war between humans and orcs should end.

Lothar carried the epee on his back and walked towards the distant forest, while walking, he said softly:

This kind of meaningless internal friction will send us to hell sooner or later.

Internal friction?

The old mage savored this weird word, and he looked at Lothar's back: If I remember correctly, the orcs are invaders from another world, right? You brought the warriors to defeat them in the last war, you guys Shouldn't we hate each other?

This sentence made Lothar stop, he looked back at Antonidas, and said calmly:

No, you don't understand yet, old friend, but it doesn't matter, you will understand soon, a war with the galaxy and the worlds as the battlefield is about to start in our world, and this war will completely destroy us All the stupid understandings about race and justice, at that time, you will know that all the strife and hatred that is going on in this world at present is meaningless and shameful infighting, there is no doubt about it.”

If we can get through it, we are still qualified to talk about the future, if we can't get through it, then everything will be closed.

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Aww!

A long howl of wolves echoed back and forth in the dark silver pine forest, like a certain horn was blown, or like some disaster box was opened, in short, the next moment, the wolves running wild in the forest And responded with the same wolf howl.

The howls that represented the attack of the wolves came and went one after another, and the strange shadows shining in the darkness also made the elite soldiers of the Gilneas Gray Wolf Brigade subconsciously grasp the weapons in their hands.

If before they came, the order they received was to exterminate the wolves in the forest, then now, they should know that the opponents they have to deal with this time are probably not just the cunning forest wolves.

Steady!

Lord Darius Crowley, who was riding on a mighty Northland warhorse, wore solid armor and held a long-handled battle ax emitting a cold light in his hand. He pulled the reins, and the warhorse under his crotch smelled The breath of the wolves seemed a little flustered, but the northern lord was not worried that he would lose, because behind him were all the troops from the entire northern part of Gilneas.

More than 4,000 veterans, plus the same number of recruits, and some recruited old hunters, who is his opponent?

Hmph, it's just a group of lycanthropy patients who fled into the forest. The muskets in your hands can break their hearts from 150 meters away, and those wolf cubs who follow them are nothing to be afraid of!

The Lord of the North shouted to motivate his soldiers:

Just one fire will scare them away! We can't let these lycanthropy patients infect more people, soldiers, think of your loved ones! We can't back down!

Ho Ho Ho Ho

The lord's words also raised the morale of the tense soldiers again. This is a battle within the border, just like what Darius said, their relatives are behind them, and they cannot and cannot retreat.

Soon, the first torches were thrown into the forest, followed by the rockets fired by the archers into the forest, and soon, scorching flames ignited the forest in front of the soldiers' positions, and they were using this method to drive away the wolves , but just as the flames began to blaze, the first huge black wolf sprang out from the flames. It roared and rushed towards the soldiers' positions, and the flames stretched its shadow long on the dark ground.

boom

Lord Kleiro ruthlessly pulled the trigger of the musket in his hand, and a bloody flower burst out from the neck of the black wolf, and its body was smashed like an invisible fist, and the whole wolf body was shattered. It fell sideways, but this was just the beginning. The next moment, a dense pack of wolves rushed out of the encirclement of the flames, rushing towards the soldiers' positions from all directions like a black tide.

Their green eyes shone in forests and fires, a star-like gleam that terrified even timid recruits.

Fire! Fire!

Under the command of the commanders, the soldiers began to fight back with their muskets, because Gilneas' commerce was developed, and the equipment of the country's soldiers was also very sophisticated. Muskets, a weapon invented by the dwarves, had been popularized in the army.

Bang bang bang bang

The pungent smell of gunpowder exploded in front of the position along with the deep gunpowder smoke, blocking the first wave of wolves 150 meters away, but the wolves persisted, as if driven by some kind of higher-level existence. watching them.

Left Wing! Left Wing! Those lycanthropic patients are rushing over!

The voice of the messenger caused Lord Crowley, who was riding on his horse, to turn his head immediately, and saw the tall figure rushing out of the forest on the left flank, the group of infected lycanthropy patients, they still maintained their human form, but generally had died. It turned into a hideous and twisted monster similar to a werewolf in a fairy tale. There were hundreds of people, like a nightmare running wildly in the dark.

And leading them jumping in the forest, rushing forward with four hooves, is a tall werewolf wearing black leather armor and a hideous helmet. Its green eyes are shining with deadly light. When his hands are dancing, The sharp claws made of steel buckle on the claws, like daggers flashing in the dark.

Aww! You guys challenged the Dark Blade Knights!

bass

While waving his sharp claws, the three soldiers were cut into several pieces by his claws before they even had time to reload. Behind him, wild werewolves jumped into the soldiers' positions frantically, and a bloody battle started. Slaughter, stinky blood splashed in the air, the werewolf looked at Lord Crowley with the eyes of a predator, he grinned:

Patient? You underestimate me, tiny human being!

My name is Wolfe, savage shadow of Tyrion!

bass

While speaking, the heads of the two soldiers who jumped at him were cut off by the sharp claws. The werewolf held up the blood-stained heads and threw the two heads into the soldiers' positions as if in a demonstration.

Oh~ I accidentally said the boss's name again...

The tall werewolf patted his head in frustration, but the next moment, his blood-red eyes fixed on the northern lord again:

It doesn't matter...as long as you kill all of you, no one will know...