Chapter 467

The war in angassa is still going on, but the intensity of that night's battle is much lower than that of the bloody battle of thousands of troops a day ago. When the sun pierces the sky the next day, the front of the battlefield is only the smoke and tragedy left over from the first day, and there is no scene of sword impact and magic burst.

Of course, there are sporadic wars, but it's just a battle between the Scouts of the two sides. Whether it's the Allied forces or the undead, it takes a little time to prepare. It's like two beasts that have just fought to the death. They have to wait for the strength to fill their bodies again before they can fight to the death.

Although both sides were eager to stab their tusks into each other's blood vessels immediately and give it a fatal blow, they had to tolerate the guy lying on the opposite side, recovering the power to kill themselves.

In fact, the initial counterattack and the result of that amazing sword were not as big as they seemed.

Only to win a new strategic buffer for the coalition forces, fortagan fort and Warsong fort were submerged in the first wave of the undead disaster, but now the coalition forces have recaptured those two places.

Although the Knights of Mograine and the paladins once pushed to the wall of angassa, Alsace obviously noticed the importance of this place. He could not allow it to fall, so the number and quality of the dead in that place were frightening.

It's a new city wall made of flesh and blood.

Mograine's heart of revenge was strong, but he still had reason. With the support of artillery, he charged twice in a row, but failed to break through the defense of the undead. However, under the indignation of the great knight, he still had to choose to retreat.

However, the significance of this battle is far more important than the results. Strategically speaking, the recovery of fortagen and Warsong fortresses has become the second line of defense in the original defense line of the coalition forces. Before the two fortresses, a new line of defense is rapidly taking shape, which makes the form of this battle more stable and makes the commanders happy.

From a psychological point of view, the advantage of this battle undoubtedly broke the soldiers' fear of the dead. An excellent soldier can't be afraid of his opponent. This kind of negative emotion will make the strength that could have played 100 points, even 70 points can't play out.

The direct result of breaking the magic spell is the rapid improvement of the overall morale.

But this did not make the high-level of the coalition complacent. Almost all the onlookers could not forget the disadvantage of the period before the beginning of the war. The black torrent rolling in and crushing everything in front of them could wake people up directly from their deep sleep. In fact, if the Knights of the black front had not joined, the result of the war would have been

So on the second day of the war, the rulers rushed back to their own countries and forces. Just last night, a resolution was passed. Before the end of the war of the dead, all countries will continue to send more troops here to fight against the dead and defend the fruits of victory they are about to get.

There is also a very cruel content in this resolution: in the next 10 years, there will be no death penalty in all countries. All prisoners, including felons and political prisoners, will be exiled to all battlefields in Northrend. If they do not die, they will be free after the war ends. If they die, they will be atoned for.

It is worth mentioning that the first batch of cannon fodder to arrive at the battlefield will be the pirates caught by kurtilas, and the old sea dogs who crisscross the sea will never think that most of them will end up in this cold and dark snow.

But no one will complain about those scum. After seeing the attack of the natural disaster of the dead, the softhearted people have become tough.

As Dick said, this is a war that cannot be retreated, because retreating means death, and there is no second choice.

Galush sat on the orc defense line a little tired. He leaned against the cold brick wall, which was still covered with black blood. Not far away, a smashed skeleton was left there, with black eyes looking at the orc soldiers, who did not look at the thing, but looked at the sky indifferently.

He just came back from the battle song fortress on the front line. All night long, he was on the patrol of scouts. At least seven death knights and countless walking corpses were killed. For the first time, the young Orc felt that it was a hard work to wave a battle axe. At the end, he even picked up the dwarf musket he picked up from the battlefield. At least it was much more convenient to kill the walking corpses.

"Hey, man, I've been looking for you for a long time..."

The figures came from behind and sat next to Garush. They were dranos with bandages on his arms and Jolin, who was also tired. The latter sat down and took out three oranges from his arms, one for each.

"Tut... How sour!"

Delanos crudely peeled the orange and stuffed it into his mouth. The next moment, his face twitched. He complained, and then hit garrush with his shoulder,

"Man, you look in a bad mood. What's the matter? What's the problem? "

Galush sighed as he looked in the direction of Warsong fortress in the distance,

"I attended a funeral there this morning. Just at the beginning of the battle yesterday, all the 340 warriors who stayed in the Warsong fortress were... It was the internal funeral of the Warsong clan. Some old soldiers asked me to take over the position of chief left by my father and let me continue to lead them, which made me very distressed."

"As you know, Sal has built a new tribe, and the people's life is much better than before. I don't know if I should become the chief of the Warsong clan. Maybe this will split the new tribe... And I find that many old soldiers seem to be dissatisfied with sal..."

Jolin's face became more serious. He nodded. According to the clan tradition, his only eyes were shining with wisdom,

"You have a point to think about, galush. When I was exchanging warlock books in the shadow gap, I heard a lot about the Dragon roar and Blackstone orcs from which warlocks. These clans have not experienced the establishment of new tribes, and they still have a strong hatred for human beings. Some of them are not satisfied with Sal's rule... Frankly, I think it's time to throw those guys here and show them the problems we face. "

"But I think, galush, you should accept the position of Warsong clan chief."

Delanos said to his brother, rubbing his chin,

"It's not because of the special position. Since you have found the signs of division within the Warsong clan, you should take the responsibility given to you by your blood!"

He looked at garrush and patted him on the shoulder. "It's better to suppress them now than to fight each other later."

"Hoo, I'll think about it again."

Galush threw the orange out of his hand and said to Jolin, "where did you find the orange? It's sour!"

"Hi, you three!"

The voice from behind made the three young orcs look back and see an orc wolf Knight riding on a white war wolf. He waved to the three men and cried out,

"Come with me, Lord sarufar has something to ask you!"

Gallush quickly stood up, and his brothers on the side of the tame wolf, toward the deepest line of defense.

"You're on a special mission!"

Sarufal's chest and arms are still wrapped with bandages, with shocking blood stains on them. This is the wound he left after yesterday's big fight with ravendale of the four knights of the apocalypse. Generally speaking, the old Orc earned money, because ravendale died again.

When he retreated, he was cut off with an axe by sarufal, and his head was still used as booty, hanging on the wall of Warsong fortress.

Now in this hall, only sarufal and the three young people opposite, as well as an unknown human mage, had covered the hall with a thick border before the conversation began, to ensure that no one could hear their conversation.

"Remember, the contents of this mission are absolutely confidential!"

The old Orc's eyes crossed the three people in front of him. That kind of aggressive look made drannos's spirit suddenly excited. Although he didn't spend a long time with his father, every time he showed this expression, it meant that a real big thing happened.

"The location of the mission is also confidential. I can't tell you the specific itinerary, but after you arrive, you will naturally know... I'll just say a little! Remember it for me

Shua

Three people's bodies straightened, sarufal nodded with satisfaction, and he accentuated his tone,

"All the trials, all the tests, all the things are for today, you will participate in one of the greatest operations in the world on behalf of ogrima. The results of your actions will directly affect the outcome of the war against the natural disaster of the dead, but remember one thing: if the mission faces the risk of failure, I need you to withdraw as soon as possible!"

Seeing that Garush wanted to speak, the old Orc raised his hand and stopped him,

"Listen to me, I'm not encouraging you to escape from the battlefield, but this is not only what I will say, but also what Bolvar of the alliance will say. You are the hope of the next generation, but you can't die there in vain. In a word, it will be a battle of glory. If you can survive, you will benefit from it all your life."

"Well, keep it a secret... Delanos, you stay. Garrush and Jolin can pack up and go to new fireplace Valley this afternoon. There will be a boat to take you to where you should go."

As the two young orcs salute Lord sarufar, they turn and leave. Delanos looks at his father and says,

"I'll protect myself, father. Don't worry about it!"

"No, child!"

Sarufal sat on the chair, waved his hand, and showed a smile on his face. "I don't want to say that. Of course, it's necessary to protect yourself, but there's something more to be happy about. I know you've always admired galush's blood roar. Of course, I admired that guy when grom was alive."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

Sarufal looked at his son as if he had seen himself in his youth. He was as brave and resolute as he was in his youth. He would be the best successor of Lei Wang clan. Thinking of this, the old Orc showed a satisfied smile on his face,

"Don't envy him any more, my son. I just got the news that you have won yourself the best weapon in the world through your own performance... The weapon only belongs to soldiers!"

In the evening of that day, in the harbor of new fireplace Valley, three orcs with a simple salute on their back were standing on the dock and talking. They had been waiting for the boat to pick them up from the afternoon, but they still didn't wait for the boat to pick them up. The whole dock area had been blocked. There were only three orcs in the huge dock. With the local chilly wind and the dark night, everything seemed to be unknown.

"Ah, these human affairs are really unreliable!"

Garrush couldn't help complaining, but just as he was about to say a second sentence, delanos put his hand on his shoulder,

"Shh, there's something going on!"

The orc warrior subconsciously grasped his axe, and then saw a cold light coming up from the bottom of the sea. The calm sea around him also began to roll, mixed with the low sound of Weng Ming. It looked like some kind of sea beast was about to climb out of the sea.

The three guys were a little nervous. Jolin raised his hand and blessed them with a shadow to protect them. But the next moment, the sea in front of them was suddenly separated, and a strange "big fish" rose from the bottom of the sea.

I don't know if it was intentional. The cold sea water splashed all three people, but before they could react, a secret door was opened on the fin of the big steel fish.

"Look who these are... Three orcs."

Brigadier general Matthew, dressed in military uniform, appeared at the door of the secret door with a commanding knife. He looked at the three orcs with unkind eyes. Looking at their vigilance and defense, there was a cold smile on the corner of their mouth,

"Ten years ago, my bullet has pierced your forehead. Rookies, this time is not a good time to count the past. Come on, I'll wait for you!"

With that, the brigadier turned aside to make way for the three men. Delanos saw Barron, who was smiling at him behind Matthew. He was immediately relieved. Then he was the first one to step on the pedal of this strange engineering submarine.

When all three of them entered, Matthew closed the valve himself, and the whole submarine dived into the sea again in a buzz. All the waves were erased, and it never appeared.

"Where are we going?"

Delanos asked brigadier general Matthew curiously, who waved his hand without looking back,

"Sit in your seats, rookies, fasten your seat belts. It may be a little bumpy later... As for where we are going..."

The brigadier general looked back at drannos. "The place we are going to is called hell."