Chapter 590

Stone claw mountain, hot sun stone house.

This land used to be the territory of night elves, but like most places in Kalimdor, after the explosion of the well of eternity, the kalimdores only kept the lowest level of attention on these lands that did not use much resources.

In fact, they only have two garrisons on this land symbolically. Before the Tauren moved from the desolate land, the night elves never thought that there would be such gaffes as war in this land full of sharp stone peaks.

The dullness of changshengzhong makes them not pay much attention to these things, but in fact, the situation changes much faster than the elves think. When these long eared guys begin to face up to the threat of the tribe, they are surprised to find that not only the Shizhuo mountains, but also other areas under their control have already appeared the influence of the tribe.

In the six years since the battle, their control over most of Kalimdor has been weakened. Therefore, after a regiment of Stormwind entered the Stoneclaw mountains secretly, the night elves took a default approach to the actions of this third-party ally.

Vanguard barracks, which is the front line of the alliance Corps less than 3000 meters away from Tauren's scorching sun stone house, is where the conflict between Kane Bloodhoof and Varian happened.

General John Hawthorne is the commander of the seventh corps of Stormwind city. In the past two days, general Hawthorne has been a little uneasy, not only because of the persistent sneak attack and abuse of the tauren, but also because of the veterans who have experienced the baptism of the orc war and the war of the dead.

Just a week ago, some orcs settled in the scorching sun stone house. Although the orcs and Tauren are members of the same tribe, at least in the stone claw mountains, the camps of the two races are separate, but now they join.

This abnormal behavior made general Hawthorne's instinct of veterans crazy warning. The deepest warning from his heart told him that those damned orcs were coming towards them!

The general at the first time to the rear of the night elf camp for help, but the next morning, an unexpected guest visited the vanguard camp... He was carried in.

"Who are you? Soldier

Hawthorne frowned and took the guard to the center of the camp. He looked at the man lying on the stretcher in front of him. He was wearing the uniform of storm City, but now it was full of wounds, the miserable wounds were full of blood, and even his left arm had been cut off by a sharp blade. If he didn't see the plaque in the soldier's hand, Hawthorne would have thought it was a corpse at all.

"Do you have any news for me?"

The general lowered his body and approached the pale guy. He probably felt someone approaching. The guard with only one breath opened his eyes and grabbed Hawthorne's hand with his remaining arm. His hoarse voice screamed,

"Help... Your majesty! Selamo! He was ambushed! Go

"What

General Hawthorne's face changed dramatically, and the soldiers around him began to whisper. The general grabbed the soldier's shoulder, lifted him directly from the stretcher, and cried out,

"Show who you are! Soldier

"Storm city... Royal Guard... Grimson... Go to... Rescue..."

The old general wanted to hear more, but later, after struggling to finish the sentence, the soldier lost his breath. The general quickly put his hand into his pocket, trying to find anything to prove his identity.

General Hawthorne was aware of the news that King Varian arrived in selamo yesterday to attend the leaders' meeting. At first hearing the bad news brought by the soldier, he instinctively felt the difficulty of the matter. When he took out a ring from the soldier's pocket, the general was stunned.

Varian never leaves the mark of the Urien family. There are colorful blood stains on it. As a general, he has contacted the ring more than once. He can be sure that it is true. It is the emblem of the Urien family leader. Under what circumstances can his majesty let it leave his body.

"Assemble the soldiers! Come on

The first thing the general did was to shout to the messenger behind him, "everyone! Everyone is ready to attack

"Calm down, general!"

The adjutant grabbed Hawthorne by the shoulder and whispered, "we can't go to war with just one ring! This is Kalimdor. We are inferior! "

The adjutant's warning calmed the old general a little, and he nodded,

"Then send the news of the king's attack back to windstorm city to identify the truth, and then send a signal for help to the night elves in the rear. Everyone is ready! Once the news is confirmed, we must break through the tribal blockade at the first time and enter selamo from the barren land... If your majesty is really attacked... The war will begin! "

As soon as Hawthorne's words were finished, a fierce warning bell came back from the outpost at the front of the camp, so that everyone's eyes focused there. Then they heard the cries of the sentinels,

"Tribe! The tribe is attacking

The general and the adjutant looked at each other. The next moment, Hawthorne held the ring tightly in his hand. His eyes became sharp, his blood anger began to surge on his body, and his loud and sonorous voice sounded in the camp,

"Soldiers of the alliance! The tribe thought they could beat us and told them how stupid they were! Ready to fight

Outside the vanguard camp, an ORC with a dragon's throat on his arm is waving his axe and roaring,

"Warriors of the tribe! The cunning alliance dog ambushed our chief and killed them! Save the chief again

"Charge with me!"

Behind him, the fully armed orcs and Tauren roared in unison. Further away, the engineering guns of the goblins had already sounded.

The war... Has begun!

And the war will never start in this place alone!

Twilight highland, in the center of the eastern continent, is the traditional territory of the manchui clan, one of the three dwarves. The original capital of the black iron Kingdom, grimbator, is located here. Of course, the cursed city has been uninhabited for hundreds of years.

Some time ago, the return of kurdlan manchui, one of the five heroes of Outland, excited the dwarves of the manchui clan for a long time, which was also regarded as a symbol of the rise of manchui. However, less than a year later, the joy and excitement of the dwarves were extinguished by the new threat.

Dragon throated Orc!

Since those who joined the tribe and fought in Northrend brought back Northrend's special product, the barbaric ancestor dragon for their clan, the orcs who once boldly enslaved the Red Dragon Queen, mastered the means of taming this beast in the shortest time. So, the Dragon throated orcs, who had been suppressed by the brute hammers before, regained control of the sky!

The savage Griffins don't have an advantage in front of the barbaric ancestor dragon, but the Dragon throated orcs, who are manic and don't join the tribe, once again hold the heavy axe of war. Of course, the failure of more than ten years ago made them more cautious. They didn't launch an all-out war at the first time, just a trial attack.

Today, however, the dense dragon throated orcs stand outside their camp, and in the sky above them, a large number of ancestor dragons are flying.

The Dragon throated Orc standing in the front, holding up his halberd, roared loudly,

"Brothers of dragon throat! I've been informed that the alliance and the tribe are at war! This is our chance! We want to complete the unfinished mission of our ancestors 20 years ago! We will win a new world for the orcs with our tomahawks

"And this time, we won't fail again!"

"With the support of the tribe, we are bound to defeat those weak humans, those damned dwarves!"

"I, markorok, the chief of the Dragon throated clan, officially announced that the Dragon throated orcs will join the tribe from today on, and our first task is to completely capture the twilight Highlands for the tribe!"

"Brothers, the souls of 20 years ago are watching us in the sky. We are going to sacrifice that failure with a massacre!"

"In the name of the tribe! Beat the drum and let the war begin

"For the tribe!"

The voice of the ferocious markorok spread throughout the camp, and countless dragon throated orcs waved their arms and cried, "for the tribe!"

In this carnival of war and death, only a person hiding in the corner, some desperate looking around the already fanatical compatriots.

Zayla clenched her fists tightly. As a female Orc who participated in the war of the dead and was promoted to governor, she looked at the figure in front of her angrily. Markorok used to be her compatriot, but now, he has undoubtedly become an ambitious man.

The most terrible thing is that zayla knows that relying on malkorok's muscular head, he can never come up with such an idea to launch a war in the name of the tribe, so behind him, there are other people who control all this!

Zaila felt chilly, but she knew what to do.

"Orgrima... Garrush! I hope you don't go mad with them

"Bang"

Anduin's fists hit the table in front of him. The strength of the high-level Paladin made two cracks appear on the hard wooden table. But now, no one in the whole Council hall paid attention to this. When Varian went to Serra Mo to attend the leaders' meeting, the little prince, assistant general Windsor, who was the national leader for the time being, Duke leorek and other storm city officials fell into some kind of silence.

"Say it again! Major Samuel! What happened to my father? "

The little prince asked, word by word, that the voice of Buddha is very important. With the fluctuation of his mood, the oath practitioner and truth Guardian that he put on hand also emit more and more light.

The royal guard who was half kneeling in front of all the officials, major Samuel, King Varian's bodyguard, was in a very bad situation. A ferocious wound almost tore his chest. His face was extremely pale. The uniform he had not changed was full of blood and disgusting pieces of meat.

Facing the prince's question, major Samuel's body trembled, not because of fear, but because of anger.

"When his majesty Varian was participating in the leaders' meeting, he was ambushed by the tribe. His Majesty was seriously injured. Fortunately, his companion, Lord vilen, the prophet of Delaney, broke through the blockade of the tribe and brought his majesty to a place in the territory of selamo for cultivation. His companion, his majesty Magny, the dwarf king, was crowned by Tyrande, the high priest of the elves, and his majesty Darlene of kurtiras, The queen of Lordaeron Kaliya was seriously injured or captured by the tribe! The whole selamo is besieged by Naga. They've joined hands! "

The excited major Samuel tugged at the wound. With a cry of pain, he took out a broken scepter from his clothes and raised it high,

"Your Majesty ordered me to ask Stormwind for help. Corporal Grimson went to the stone claw mountains for help! Your highness! The tribe is at war with us

Anduin took the severed scepter, which was the symbol of his father never leaving his hand. He was a bit lost and sat back in his seat. His heart was very confused. But when he thought that he might lose his father, he had the impulse to rush to selamo immediately.

That is at this time, three sorcerers in a hurry strode into the chamber, with emergency messages from three places in their hands.

"Your Highness, the Dragon throated orcs of Twilight heights have launched an all-out war against the hammers in the name of the tribe! Lord forstad of the hammers, ask all alliance members for help

"This is an urgent call for help from general Gallard of garrison! The Blackstone orcs hiding in the sad swamp rush out of the encirclement again. They unite with the gulabash troll in the thorn Valley, and they are besieging the watchtower! "

"Report your highness, 10 minutes ago, we received the last magic letter from the stone claw mountains... The vanguard front line was completely occupied, general Hawthorne... Died."

"Hoo"

Anduin sprang up from his seat, his eyes full of anger, just like a little lion who was completely enraged,

"Marshal Leoric, assemble the Morgan Legion and the night watchman legion, and you will lead them to support the garrison!"

"General Grian storman, the command of the moon stream brigade and the shining gold brigade is yours. Cooperate with marshal liorick! Be sure to defeat the Blackstone orcs

"Marshal Windsor, assemble the seventh Legion and all the ships, and come with me to selamo!"

The little prince clenched his fist and stared at the scepter in his hand,

"I must bring my father back!"