Rise of the blood elves

Trolls filled the mountains and fields, completely surrounding the semi-circular valley where Eagle's Nest Mountain was located.

Even after a half-day fierce battle with many sacrifices, after receiving reinforcements from the rear, the number of trolls was still countless, giving people the illusion of being endless.

In fact, the Hinterlands are rich in resources and wildlife, enough to sustain a large population.

Before the Well of Eternity exploded, the ancient troll empire was torn apart by the night elves. Many trolls fled into the primeval jungle of this borderland and have thrived here for nearly ten thousand years. The population is as large as It can be said that it is terrifying, and it is not comparable to the Wildhammer dwarves who have just arrived in the Hinterlands for more than two hundred years.

Troll soldiers mostly wear simple armor made of toughened animal skins, thick wooden boards and ropes. They are dotted with animal bones and beast feathers. They are covered in oil paint with a clear meaning of primitive worship, and their hairstyles are extremely exaggerated. can achieve the purpose of intimidating the enemy.

This makes them look like primitive people, savage and powerful. With their tall stature and two long fangs protruding from the corners of their mouths, they charge forward inexorably, giving people a full sense of oppression.

Not to mention that there are voodoo casters inside who wear masks of the Five Poisons and are good at using curses to weaken their enemies.Although this ethnic group seems backward and primitive, the former troll empire was so powerful that it defeated the servants of the ancient gods such as Enchiki and the Aqir.

To be able to last for so long in Azeroth, even though the ancient empire has fallen apart and its people have scattered all over the world, it has to be said that the strength of the troll race cannot be underestimated.

The Paladin troops led by Mograine pinned down hundreds of trolls, allowing the exhausted friendly forces to successfully retreat into the valley. After completing the task of cutting off the rear, they also began to retreat quickly.

Unfortunately, the troll did not intend to let them go. It let out a sharp howl and chased after them very quickly. It clung to the paladins and pursued them, throwing spears at them like rain, in an endless stream.

They have been besieging Eagle's Nest Mountain for three days, but this fortress that is easy to defend but difficult to attack has all the advantages. It is as hard to chew as a tortoise. Now they finally get the opportunity to consume the opponent's strength. How could they miss it so easily?

"fire"

A Wildhammer general waved his arms and shouted orders.The Wildhammer dwarves who had retreated into the valley buildings and reorganized their formation immediately raised their loaded muskets and fired uniformly.Under the powerful impetus generated by the explosion of black powder, the lead pellets hit the trolls biting behind the Paladins at an unparalleled speed.

After the hail of bullets, at least hundreds of trolls fell down. Maybe not many died, but they just lost their mobility temporarily.

For trolls with extremely strong recovery capabilities, this small injury is not fatal at all, but lead pellets with weak penetrating power will deform and break in their wounds, making debridement extremely troublesome.

With the support of friendly forces, the Paladins finally successfully retreated.The friendly defense line immediately gave way to a passage, allowing these brave men, who were almost all wounded, to receive treatment at the rear.

The buildings in the valley are built on the hillside around the Eagle's Nest Fortress. They are originally the homes of the Wildhammer dwarves. After all, not all dwarves are willing to live underground without seeing the sun, especially the Wildhammer dwarves who are accustomed to life in the mountains and forests. .

Later, when the human refugees came, these houses were allocated to them.

Because most of the battles in the past three days took place on the only way to the fortress, under the bombardment of dwarf artillery and troll ballistae, these low stone buildings were already riddled with holes, but they were still reliable. bunker.

Apart from

More than 1000 human corpses piled up in a corner of the building complex.

They are innocent refugees who were infected by the plague and transformed into undead zombies by the psychics of the cursed sect.After destroying them, the trolls continued to attack like a tide, and the dwarves had no time to deal with the corpses, so they had to set fire to them hastily.

At this time, the weather was getting warmer, and the putrid smell that filled the air over the battlefield was probably coming from these charred corpses.

Gunfire continued, and the regular Silver Hand troops who returned first and the Wildhammer dwarves used the cover of the ruins to begin using long-range weapons to attack the incoming trolls.After the opponent entered the shooting range, the artillery in the semi-embedded bunker on the mountain wall also started shooting.

The artillery fire rumbled, shaking the sky and the earth, covering almost every inch of land in front of the building complex, and lowering the charred land by one layer.Before the war broke out, this place was once a paradise covered with towering trees and meandering streams, but now it has become a completely barren land.

A loud roar came from behind the troll, and the pursuing soldiers immediately stopped, reorganized their formation, and stared at them beyond the range of the artillery.

The fighting was briefly suspended.

Dwarves and humans treated the wounded in the building complex, quickly piled debris into the gaps, and built simple defense lines outside to consolidate the newly acquired areas. The trolls who had slightly retracted their battle lines were also the same.After fighting for a long time, both sides were exhausted. One side had a favorable location and the other had a numerical advantage. There was no point in continuing the fight.Both sides stopped inflicting unnecessary casualties and started licking their wounds.

The Wildhammer dwarves' muskets and artillery were all supported by the Bronzebeard dwarf relatives of Ironforge. The Wildhammer dwarves, who were relatively backward in technology, were not equipped with such firearms on a large scale, which had only become popular in recent years.

More than a month ago, when the alliance of the various tribes was finalized, due to the threats of two common enemies in the past 20 years, the Wildhammer and Bronzebeard tribes restored their close relationship.The Bronzebeard dwarf, who has a strong overall clan strength, has been sparing no effort to help his Wildhammer relatives improve their strength during this period.

Because the Hinterlands is close to the area where the natural disaster crisis broke out, the Wildhammer dwarves, except for the gryphon knights, are not good enough in terms of population or standing armed forces.

Now these firearms are of great use.

Mograine, who was covered in blood, walked into the building complex. His eyes swept across the humans and dwarves hurriedly walking through it, and his brows furrowed again.

"Leave a way, let a way"

Several soldiers carried a comrade who was shot through the chest with a spear and walked through the messy buildings to seek treatment.The gushing blood flowed out along the throwing spear, leaving a trail of blood stains on the ground.

Soon, paladins gathered around him, trying to break the spear with ease, and used sacred spells to treat the injury and stop the bleeding.

"Damn trolls these damn beasts"

There are also dwarves who hold the bodies of their compatriots that are getting colder with trembling hands, and curse the other party's crimes harshly.

Mograine ordered the Paladin behind him: "Count the casualties."

"Yes, my lord."

He knew that many people would die.

This battle was the largest since Eagle Nest Mountain was besieged, with the total number of troops invested by both sides being no less than [-].

The undead were previously detected moving in three directions: the Hinterlands, Quel'Thalas, and Gilneas. The coalition forces immediately understood the opponent's intentions. The Scourge wanted to remove the last three obstacles to their complete occupation of the north, so they immediately divided their forces to support them. .

Dalaran has been destroyed, and they cannot afford to lose another ally.

And Mograine is the commander of this support force that rushes to the Hinterlands, numbering around a thousand people, and is composed of regular Silver Hand troops and paladins.

But he didn't expect that before the undead arrived in the Hinterlands, the trolls would attack the Wildhammer dwarves one step ahead.

All evidence suggests that the trolls knew in advance that the Cult of the Damned would cause chaos in Eyrie Mountain through refugees.Just thinking about the meaning behind this matter, Mograine felt that the anger in his heart was burning and it was difficult to contain it.

This war was premeditated.

Otherwise, how could they suddenly arrive at the perfect time when Eagle's Nest Mountain was sapped of all its energy by the plague crisis? If the Silver Hand hadn't arrived in time, Eagle's Nest Mountain might have been severely weakened and could only survive in the strong fortress. The trapped beasts are still fighting, and it is only a matter of time before they are trapped.

Mograine didn't believe this was a coincidence. Marching, fighting, and planning were all extremely complicated processes that took a long time. This was definitely not a coincidence, but a plan jointly formulated by the two parties after communication, with the purpose of completely eradicating the Wildhammer dwarves. forces in the north.

It is true that trolls are hostile to humans, dwarves, and elves. Due to disputes over their survival areas, the two sides have an undying hatred, but Mograine cannot believe that trolls will collude with the enemy of all living things in Azeroth.

This can no longer be described as depravity.

"Mograine"

Just heard a rough and deep voice coming from the distance.

The entrance to the Eagle's Nest Mountain Fortress is a high platform with a drop of more than ten meters from the ground. It is connected to the ground by a zigzag ramp and has a solid fortification bunker on it.Located less than ten meters behind the building complex, no matter how fierce the fighting is, there are always hundreds of dwarf reserves sitting there, ready to meet friendly forces at any time.

The sturdy dwarf who spoke walked down from above.

Sarlacc, one of the many lords of the Wildhammer dwarves.

After leaving Khaz Modan, the Wildhammer dwarves retained their tribal traditions, which consisted of many tribes with different surnames. Each of these tribes was ruled by a lord, and the great lord whose orders all Wildhammer dwarves respected was The most outstanding one among them was elected by all the lords and took over the Eagle's Nest Mountain to become the supreme leader.

"All the griffins I sent to the north to investigate the war have lost contact. It has been half a day. I haven't received any news from there. Someone has cut off the communication between us." Sharak Eagle Ax said worriedly.

Mograine couldn't help but become worried. The last news from his Silver Hand brothers and Frostwolf orcs was that they were trapped in an enemy siege several times their own and urgently called for help.

Their troops number in the thousands, including Tirion who is an elite force with a powerful weapon that is not inferior to the Ashbringer.But facing an enemy with the power to destroy the entire Dalaran, Mograine didn't know whether they could escape safely.

Compared with the Burning Legion, the strength of the coalition forces

too weak.

Sarlacc saw Mograine's worry, took a deep breath, patted his arm, and said: "Don't worry, the five hundred gryphon knights I sent before are all good boys, they will not let me down. . I will continue to send people to contact your brothers, don’t worry, the situation will get better, if only there was a mage here."

After that, the dwarf left the paladin, turned to his compatriots and shouted an order: "Send all the injured back to the fortress as soon as possible. We must consolidate the defense line in Rapsodi before nightfall, and take everyone who can still move to carry ammunition and supplies."

"obey"

"Sir, more than 300 people died, more than [-] were seriously injured, and almost all the rest were injured." A young paladin came over and reported to Mograine.

Mograine couldn't help but clenched the Ashbringer in his hand and looked back at the troll line hundreds of meters away.

As the sun set, torches were lit on the defense line, which made the dark forest in the distance even more terrifying.A shadowy and slender figure walked through it, and invisible pressure slowly spread.This determined paladin couldn't help but feel helpless in his heart.

There were too many casualties.It was no longer possible for them to break out of the troll encirclement and support Dathrohan and others who were trapped in a tight siege.

Since the beginning of the Third War, all the northern ethnic groups have been mercilessly crushed. First, Lordaeron was destroyed, and then the blood elves' Kingdom of Quel'Thalas was broken. Dalaran, which gathered the elites of all ethnic groups, was qualified to compete. , but was completely destroyed by a terrifying force that no mortal could control.

"What on earth should we use to resist the unstoppable Burning Legion?" The Ashbringer had such a question for the first time.

As his thoughts became more solemn, a short figure ran from behind and appeared in the bright area illuminated by torches.

"Father, are you okay?"

As soon as he saw this figure, Mograine's calm expression suddenly relaxed.He put away the Ashbringer, squatted down, and asked softly: "Darian, I'm fine. Didn't I tell you to stay in a safe fortress?"

"Father, I also want to go into battle and kill enemies like you. I have grown up and am no longer a child. I want to fight to punish evil and fight against the undead. I can no longer sit idle like this." The half-grown child replied .

He is about twelve or thirteen years old, and looks very similar to Mograine. It can be seen that he has inherited his father's tall stature, but because he is still young, he has not gained much weight despite his height. He is indeed taller than other children of the same age. The previous one looked even thinner because of it.

This is Mograine's most beloved son, Darion Mograine.

His beloved wife died in childbirth during Darien's birth, and Darien almost died young, but finally managed to save his life.Therefore, Mograine has always doted on this little son and devoted all his efforts to him.

Mograine looked at his youngest son and said softly: "Darian, I would not have brought you here unless I had to."

"Can"

"There is no but, child. You are too young to even hold a sword. Let dad fight the evil by himself. I can't lose you. Even just thinking about it makes me heartbroken. Do you understand?" Old Mog Lenny touched his son's head, his eyes showing doting.

While the father and son were talking, a portal appeared behind them, and a blood elf mage wearing an exquisite robe and holding a flaming dagger came out of it.He was covered in blood, his hair was messy, and he had obviously been through a hard fight.

None other than Angmar Morningstar.

Angmar did not expect that as soon as he arrived, he would witness a classic dialogue between father and son that would have a profound impact on later history.There were paladins and dwarves nearby who noticed him, but he ignored them for the time being and instead looked at the father and son in front of him quietly.

"If I were to die, father, I would rather die heroically in the battle against natural disasters." Little Darian said seriously.

Old Mograine chuckled, untied the Ashbringer from his back, and placed it in his youngest son's hand. He also held the sword up to prevent his young son from being unable to bear the heavy weight of the artifact.

Angmar sighed.

In the official history, the fate of the father and son was extremely bumpy. The old Mograine died at the hands of the bewitched eldest son, and eventually degenerated into a powerful death knight of the Scourge.Darien went through many hardships to save his father, and finally chose to insert the Ashbringer into his chest, using the method of "martyrdom" to save the old Mograine's deeply corrupted soul.

"Father, the troops are ready"

Angmar suddenly saw a young paladin walking beside him.

The person who came was about twenty years old, and he also looked very similar to old Mograine.The identity of this person is about to come out, Renault Mograine, the eldest son or in other words, the treasonous son of the Ashbringer.

Renault stopped talking when he saw his father talking to his younger brother.

"My son, one day you will hold the Ashbringer in your hands and use it to bring justice and justice to this land. I never doubted that that day would eventually come and you would bring pride to our people, this land It will also be better because of you, my son, not today." Alexandros Mograine said to his son.

When Renault Mograine heard this, he clenched his hands involuntarily, and there was a hint of loss in his eyes. After a moment, he returned to normal and said: "Father, the casualty figures of the troops have been calculated."

"I already know." Old Mograine nodded, patted his younger son on the shoulder, stood up and looked at his eldest son, but noticed Angmar standing not far behind him, and was startled.

Angmar nodded slightly and said at the right time: "I pay you the highest respect, Lord Ashbringer. The reinforcements of the blood elves."

"arrive."

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