Chapter 714: Furious Goel

Chapter 714 Furious Goel

The Icecrown Citadel in this timeline does not have as strong individual combat power as in the original history, such as the death knight Saurfang, the blood queen Lanna'thel, the blood prince council and Sindragosa, and the captured green dragon Valiseri Ya and the like don't exist.

In order to shrink the defensive power, Alsace recalled all the generals who had been guarding the Soul Furnace and the Reflection Hall to the Icecrown Citadel, including his most important guard captains Farric and Marwyn.

Alsace’s plan is very simple. Use the discord between the Alliance and the Horde to defeat them one by one. Although the Alliance and the Horde have a large number of Northern Expeditions, it is pure nonsense to rely on either party to defeat the Scourge.

Under the instigation of Garrosh and other Mag'har orcs, Go'el had no choice but to lead the tribe all the way into the upper area of ​​the core of Icecrown Citadel.

The great chief was very puzzled about the smoothness of this journey. Logically speaking, the natural disaster should have more than this combat power.

Sure enough, as soon as they entered the upper area, the tribe's army was immediately attacked by natural disasters.

Tyrannus and Bronyam, who had been beaten to the ground before, turned around and showed a completely different powerful combat power from before.

The Warsong vanguard army led by Garrosh was unprepared and caught off guard by the elite troops of the Scourge. If Garrosh and Zaela hadn't blocked the two senior generals of the Scourge, the entire vanguard army might have been completely defeated. .

Misfortunes never come singly, the shaman, which is the main spell output of the tribe, has now been greatly weakened. Except for the water element, which is mainly used for healing, and the wind element, which has a more prominent auxiliary role, the earth element and fire element have completely lost their response.

Guil, the most powerful shaman of the tribe, felt a little powerless, let alone the others.

The tribe’s forward momentum was stopped by the crazy offensive of natural disasters. Goyle ordered to temporarily build a defensive position at the entrance of the upper area of ​​​​Icecrown Fortress.

However, the tribes lacking logistical supplies not only built very weak fortifications, but their food supplies became more and more tight because they could not attack for a long time. The atmosphere in the camp was getting worse and worse in the past two days, and everyone felt a bad premonition.

"Humph~"

The Frozen Throne, Alsace, who had been watching the screen the whole time, let out a deep and cruel laugh, "You fool, just like your father."

Arthas obtained all the memories of the old shaman when he fused Ner'zhul, so he naturally knew the relationship between Garrosh and Grom clearly.

This son of the so-called "Hero of the Horde" is as deceitful as Grom, who will get carried away if given a sweet treat.

"Now... you have completely fallen into my hands. As long as you can swallow the main force of the Horde into my Scourge Legion, the day when Azeroth will be ruled by the Legion of the Dead will be very close!"

Alsace had been in touch with the Helm of Domination before, giving orders to Bronyam and Tyrannus throughout the process.

In order to cut off the final link between the tribe and the alliance, he deliberately gave up the alliance that was still stationed at the lower level of the fortress, and showed the enemy that he was weak, so that the tribe rushed all the way to the upper area with the strongest defense of the Icecrown Fortress.

Without the support of the alliance, this tribal army of more than 40,000 people will be completely eaten by him sooner or later. Not only will the Azeroth coalition army lose a main force, but his natural disaster army will also receive the most powerful support .

In the tribal camp, Goyle thought for a while with a sad face, and finally sighed and said, "Send someone to the Alliance for help..."

"no!"

Before Goel finished the second half of his sentence, Garrosh was the first to jump to express his objection.

"Even if we die here, we can't be ashamed to pray for the alliance's charity. We are the invincible department..."

"Shut up!"

Go'el glared at Garrosh for a rare occasion. He suddenly stood up and pointed the Doom Hammer in his hand at the bewildered Garrosh and said angrily, "Do you know what you're talking about? For your own cheap self-esteem, you Actually planning to abandon all comrades who fought side by side?!"

"Do you know what happens when we die? Return to the embrace of our ancestors?"

"Bah!"

Go'el put down his usual elegance, and spat vulgarly to the ground. With his red eyes, he picked up the flustered Garrosh with one hand and shouted, "No! We will be under the influence of the Lich King's evil spell. Always obey his orders, and there will be no peace forever!"

"Boom!"

Go'el stretched out his hand and threw Garrosh away forcefully, looking disappointedly at the warsong chief who was lying on the ground, "You have to think about it calmly! If you continue to disregard the interests of the tribe for personal gains and losses, I will never put I entrust you with the position of great chief, even if the orcs have civil strife!"

After hearing Go'el's words, even Zaela and the Mag'har orcs who had always supported Garrosh stopped talking.

For traditional orcs, returning to the arms of their ancestors after death is the best hope in their hearts.

But if they really die in the Icecrown Citadel... as the chief said, their souls will be enslaved by the Lich King forever, and they will never have the chance to return to their ancestors.

Go'el ignored Garrosh, who was lying on the ground with a dazed face, and turned around to issue an order to a troll scout, telling him to go back to the lower floor immediately and ask for the alliance's support.

However, Goel, who had made a difficult decision, didn't know that the troll scout walked out of the upper hall with his front foot, and was killed by a death knight riding an undead griffin that Alsace had arranged in advance.

"Hehe... Want to ask for help? How can it be so easy, you can rest assured and prepare to become my slaves."

A few months ago, Alsace had had enough of endless bad news. At this moment, he finally saw the dawn of victory in the counterattack, and a smug smile appeared on his face shrouded in the helmet of domination.

"Step up the attack! We must destroy the main force of the tribe before the blizzard subsides, we... wait!"

Alsace suddenly stopped when he was issuing orders to his generals in his mind. He got up from the throne in surprise, opened his mouth wide, and looked at the distant sky through the translucent protective barrier.

Dense black spots gradually appeared from the southeast sky. As these black spots approached, Alsace's face became more and more serious.

"The Dragon Legion...why did it appear from that direction, didn't they just stationed at the gate of Icecrown Citadel?"

The giant dragon that got closer could finally see some details. In addition to the red and green dragon legions that existed before, even the blue dragons that were supposed to be stationed in Coldarra were also mixed in a small amount, and there were even a small number of yellow dragons. bronze dragon.

Arthas instinctively felt something was wrong, because he felt... those giant dragons seemed to be flying straight towards his Frozen Throne.