Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The Union troops were advancing very quickly.

The allied forces of dwarves and humans came from the barren land. Within a few days, they used mercury to flood the ground and forced the orcs in the Searing Canyon into the Blackstone Mountains.

The human legions from the south landed from the rear by sea and land, led by the Kul Tiras army, all the way north from the Kingdom of Stormwind, rushing into the Burning Plains along the Redridge Mountains.

The orcs along the way almost fled.

They abandoned Stormwind City, which had been occupied for more than two years, and rushed to the Burning Plains in accordance with the orders of the warchief.

This is the last stronghold of the orcs and the closest place to the Dark Portal in the Cursed Lands. It is a strong fortress that can withstand the Alliance's attack.

It’s not that the orcs don’t want to fight.

It's because they can't defeat the powerful human army now.

A spiritual plague has spread in the tribe. It came silently and wiped out all the orcs in the entire tribe seemingly overnight.

"The emergence of 'Demon Blood' has helped us a lot."

In the Burning Plains, in the Alliance camp at the foot of Blackstone Mountain, Marshal Lothar, wearing a suit of armor, stood in front of the sand table and said to the Alliance generals gathered around him:

"It is now certain that more than 80% of the orcs have been infected with that weird disease. That plague only affects orcs.

It was as if it had taken away their violent power and at the same time broken their will. "

"Yes, those orcs are like wild dogs with their backbones broken and they only know how to run away."

Next to Lothar, Dai Lin, wearing armor and holding a sword, said in an indifferent tone:

"My soldiers and I came all the way from Stormwind City, but those greenskins only knew how to run. They couldn't run anymore, and they would even stay where they were and let us kill them.

My soldiers captured several warlords, and the most elite green-skinned warriors seemed to have lost their souls. Their eyes were blank, and the fierce desire to fight seemed to have been dispelled.

All that was left there was a sinful shell.

They act as if they don't care about anything, not even their own life or death. "

"We have studied this phenomenon recently."

The leader of Dalaran's casters, Antonidas, who was wearing an archmage robe, a wizard's pointed hat, and holding a staff, explained in a calm tone:

"Based on Archmage Vargas's research paper on demonic blood, he proposed a possibility. The orcs suddenly experienced such a collective change because the demonic blood in their bodies failed.

Everyone should know that the reason why these orcs became so violent and warlike after passing through the Dark Portal is because they drank the blood of demons in their world and sold their souls in exchange for power. "

"But why does it fail?"

A nice, magnetic female voice sounded in the big tent. It was a tall female elf wearing Farstrider chain mail, carrying an elf war bow, and with long golden hair.

This is Lady Alleria Windrunner.

Temporary commander of the elven vanguard of the Burning Steppes.

Although he had been revoked from the military for disobeying the Sun King's orders and secretly leading people to support the Alliance war, after the orcs invaded Quel'Thalas and destroyed most of the Eversong Forest, and when the elves also joined the war, Orc Lelia was reappointed as the commander of the Elf Vanguard Army because of her "farsightedness".

This very elegant and noble lady asked in a puzzled tone:

"High Elf spellcasters are very knowledgeable about things related to demons. As far as I know, the pollution of demon blood will not weaken with the passage of time.

There must be a reason why the demon blood in the orcs' bodies failed.

I even think this may be a trap to tempt us to launch an attack, and then at some point in time, reactivate the invalidated demon blood to complete a Jedi counterattack. "

"No, ma'am, your concerns are non-existent."

Antonidas explained seriously:

"According to our observations of the captured orc prisoners of war, the demon blood in their bodies has not only failed, but has also dried up. There is no possibility of it being reactivated.

Unless they drink demon blood again. "

"Well, if that's the case, then I don't have a problem."

Alleria brushed her long hair, and the sky-blue war lines on her cheeks could be faintly seen. She said to Marshal Lothar with great respect:

"The vanguard of the high elves has been assembled. Marshal, we can work with our human allies at any time to launch the final attack on the orcs!

Their supply lines have been cut off by us, and they can't always hide in Blackstone Mountain. "

Marshal Lothar, who maintained a strong Mediterranean hairstyle, nodded.

He looked at the sand table in front of him. The blue flags representing the Alliance army had been planted all over the area around Blackstone Mountain, while the red flags representing the orcs were mostly gathered in Blackstone Mountain.

There are also a small number scattered outside the Burning Plains, some in the direction of Stranglethorn Vale, some in the direction of Swamp of Sorrows, and some in the direction of the Dark Portal in the Cursed Land.

But the road to the Burning Plains is also blocked by the blue flag representing the alliance, which makes these scattered orc clans unable to support the war in the Burning Plains.

In addition, the Searing Canyon on the other side of the Blackstone Mountains is also covered with flags.

The orcs have been trapped and died in this scorching earth.

Unless they have wings, they have nowhere to go.

The siege tactics used in the past period have worked. In the past day or two, the orcs trapped in Blackstone Mountain have been attacking everywhere in an attempt to recapture the supply line, but they have been hit head-on by the Alliance army that is waiting for them.

This means they can't hold on any longer!

The decisive battle is coming.

"The orcs are already at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. In the past six years, they have relied on their evil power to trample our world and kill our citizens at will.

Now it's time to settle the accounts with them! "

The marshal's eyes narrowed, he stood up straight, grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand, and circled around the tent.

King Daelin of Kul Tiras, Duke Alexandros Mograine of Lordaeron, Master Antonidas of Dalaran, Varian Wrynn, the young prince of the Kingdom of Stormwind, and General Danath Trollbane of the Kingdom of Tomgard, and Darius Crowley, the Northern Lord of Gilneas.

The Grand Knights of the Knights of the Silver Hand, Uther, Tirion Fordring, Saidan Dathrohan, Gavinrad Doom, and their adjutant, the young and promising General Turalyon.

Lady Alleria Windrunner, the ranger commander of Quel'Thalas, and her lieutenant, the hard-to-remember Lord Lor'themar Theron.

Archmage Rommath is the leader of the Phoenix Wizards of the High Elf Council of Silver Moon.

The Bronzebeard Dwarf Prince, an old friend of the human kingdom, Muradin Bronzebeard, and the Wildhammer Dwarf Sky General Kurdran Wildhammer beside him.

Even the usually timid gnomes sent a representative from their Council of Craftsmen, Master Xiko Thermaplugg.

All the forces in the entire Eastern Kingdom were united at this moment to fight against the alien invaders that had been ravaging this land for more than six years.

The combined power of all civilizations must return all the suffering that the orcs have brought to all civilized races on this scorching land in the past six years!

"We are not belligerent, folks."

Marshal Lothar held up his sword. With everyone looking at him, he said to the others in a calm tone:

"We gather here, bringing warriors to this scorched earth, to end this war that has brought countless sufferings. We come for peace!

But if this peace still needs to be achieved with a sharp sword in my hand, then I am willing to be the first to step onto the battlefield!

If our victory still needs to be watered with blood, then it starts with me!

I am willing to walk with the warriors!

Just tomorrow! "

The marshal's voice became sonorous and even spread outside the camp.

The knights who were standing outside the tent also clenched their weapons and listened to the great commander's declaration to end the war.

"Tomorrow! We launch a general attack! Drive the orcs out of our world forever! And with this destined to be a great and glorious victory, we will honor our companions, friends, and relatives who died in the battle.

Everyone!

The alliance must win! "

"The alliance must win!"

The leaders in the big tent shouted an oath, the knights outside the tent shouted an oath, and the soldiers in the camp also shouted an oath. The voices of countless people gathered together, even overpowering the continuous blowing of the Burning Plains. Breathing hot wind.

It spreads far and wide.

Let the orcs who are hiding in the Blackstone Mountain and tortured by the demonic blood be frightened by the news, and let these former invaders, the brutalists and butchers who do whatever they want with the power brought by the evil blood, tremble.

Every time the humans at the foot of the Black Rock Mountain shouted, it was like a bell hammering on the hesitant heart.

They may want to pray that they will survive tomorrow.

But unfortunately, they have already destroyed their own civilization and their own inheritance.

They even prayed.

I don’t know who to pray to.

This is probably the punishment for atrocities, just like the moment that every life will face. When that moment comes, everyone will have to bear the price for their past actions.

"Hold still! Let the soldiers hold still!"

In the Blackstone Mountain, which has been completely hollowed out by the Dark Iron Dwarves who live underground for nearly two hundred years, the above-ground buildings above Shadowforge City are called the complex of auxiliary buildings of the Dark Iron Dwarves' city. In a sturdy building called Blackstone Tower.

Orgrim Doomhammer, the warchief, is also assigning combat missions to the orc chiefs and warlords under his command.

Felblood swept through the entire tribe, but Orgrim and a few orcs survived.

At the "Blood Drinking Conference" hosted by Gul'dan in the world of Draenor, Orgrim was warned by his good brother Durotan that he did not drink the evil blood.

Now that disaster has struck back, he and his personal guards have become a blessing in disguise.

As for their equally green skin, that is due to the pollution of evil energy, not proof that they drank the blood of demons.

Only those orcs whose eyes burn with blood during battle are the victims of evil energy.

Or beneficiary.

In short, when most of the orcs had lost their fighting power, Orgrim and his men, who were not affected, strengthened their control over the tribe.

"Kilrogg, you and your clan guard the gate of Blackrock Tower! I will ask Red and his warriors to assist you."

The great chief tried hard not to listen to the human war cries coming from outside the mountain. He said in a deep voice:

"The Blackstone Tower is easy to defend but difficult to attack. The gate forged by the Dark Iron Dwarves is so strong that even the dwarves' artillery can't blast it open. As long as we hold on here, those humans can't do anything to us.

They have gathered too many people, and the fertile land in the western wilderness has long been abandoned. As long as it takes a month, their logistics will be cut off. At that time, it will be a good opportunity for us to break out. "

"But our supplies have run out! Orgrim, our warriors are already starving."

The very old chief of the Bloodring Clan, Kilrogg Deadeye, leaned on his hunting stick and said:

"The Dark Iron Dwarves have once again refused to join forces with us. Those cunning black-skinned dwarves are not even willing to sell us food. They still resent us for taking away the Black Rock Tower.

You have a good idea, but our soldiers will starve to death before the alliance can survive! "

Several other governors also had gloomy expressions. Fenris, the chief of the Thunder King clan, stroked his wolf without saying a word. The atmosphere in the hall was extremely depressing.

"I have counted the food in the Blackstone Tower, and it is enough for the elites to replenish themselves for more than a month."

The warchief closed his eyes, stroked the Doomhammer in his hand, and whispered:

"Humans are longing for revenge, so let's satisfy their desire. When they launch an attack tomorrow, drive out the members of those small clans."

"You're asking them to die!"

Kilrogg was horrified, and the magic eyeball suspended above his head also turned to look at Orgrim at this moment. He said:

"you"

"Then how about your Blood Ring Clan take their place?"

Chief Fenris, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said something, and Kilrogg, who choked on his words, could no longer refute.

"boom"

Just when the atmosphere in the hall fell silent again, a loud noise suddenly erupted in the Black Stone Tower, causing the hollowed-out mountain to shake continuously, and large chunks of gravel fell from the top.

It even broke the bridge connecting the Blackstone Tower to the lower level.

The explosion made the Warchief suddenly stand up. He rushed out of the hall with the Doomhammer and glanced in the direction of the explosion.

The shattered walls of the Blackstone Tower were like dying branches, constantly dropping debris and orc corpses, as well as bags of shattered and scattered food, into the magma pool of the Blackstone Mountain below.

Smoke and dust flew everywhere, like hope shattered.

"boom"

The heavy Doomhammer hit the ground.

The big chief's tall and strong body swayed twice, his eyes filled with anger, but then, like a popped balloon, it became silent.

"Alliance assassins destroyed our food depot."

"Mobilize! Mobilize! Early tomorrow morning, all the orcs will gather together to fight to the death with the Alliance!"