Chapter 468：

Doomhammer glared at Kilrogg, the old chief shook his head, and slowly gave his answer.

"What? Why is this?" Doomhammer demanded.

"Dwarf." Kilrogg answered briefly.

"dwarf?"

At first, Orgrim thought Kilrogg was referring to the Griffon knights. The army of these Wildhammer dwarves was a huge trouble for them. They lost the help of the Dragonmaw clan and the dragon. Basically, the tribe can only be passively beaten when facing these griffon riders.

However, the nest of the Wildhammer dwarves is Eagle's Nest Mountain in the Hinterlands, and the Griffin Rider should be with the Alliance chase behind.

The dwarves mentioned by Kilrogg can only live in this mountain.

That was the original owner of Khaz Modan, the Bronzebeard Dwarf.

"But we defeated their army before and drove them out of the fortress." Orgrim said.

"Except for one place." Kilrogg raised his head and corrected. His two eyes-one of which was blind with a scar on it-stared at Doomhammer.

"We can't destroy Ironforge. Every attempt made me lose a lot of excellent fighters."

Orgrim immediately remembered the previous failed siege of Ironforge.

"Then give up there." Doomhammer insisted: "We don't need it anymore. Now we must gather on this side before they pass through to catch up with us. When we get rid of them, we can go back and take them again. Go down to Khaz Modan and even capture Ironforge, then place our soldiers here, rest and rest, and wait for the opportunity to march north again and end our plan to conquer this world."

But Kilrogg still shook his head.

"It's too dangerous to leave the dwarves behind us," he emphasized. "I have been fighting with them for a few months, and what I said is the truth. If we leave them alone, they will rush out of the fortress and attack us like angry wasps. Whenever I take a fortress , The survivors fled into Ironforge-I can only speculate how big it is, but the entire dwarven kingdom is in ambush inside, waiting for a chance for revenge. If we remove the warriors defending there, then Let them all rush out. At that time, we will not only face enemies in one direction, but two".

Doomhammer walked around irritably, thinking about this new information.

He believed Kilrogg's judgment, but it also meant that he would not have enough fighters to meet the Alliance and win. He can only continue to retreat.

He suddenly thought that maybe this is what the commanders of the alliance rely on, maybe they have known the power of the Horde in Khaz Modan, but they know the Bronzebeard dwarves better, so they have allowed the Horde to escape and not attack. It's just the confidence that consumes the enemy's physical strength.

Sure enough, he was still a game away.

"Stay here."

Finally, he said to Kilrogg.

"Bring the people you need to block these dwarves and harass those humans. I will take the remaining people to the Blackrock Spire, where we can use its strong walls for defense." He raised his head and looked at the old chief. "If you can, bring your people over later. Maybe you can have a chance to attack humans from behind."

He paused.

"But Blackrock Spire is our strategic point. If we cannot defeat humans there, we will no longer be able to resist them, and this war will fail."

Kilrogg nodded.

He stared at the tribal warchief for a while, then spoke.

Doomhammer had never heard the gray-haired old chief speak in such a gentle voice.

"You made the right choice." Kilrogg said to him, "I understand very well how much impact Gul'dan's betrayal will have. He will take us back to the days before the door opened, during that period. In the days, we are almost maddened by hatred, hunger, thirst, and despair."

He nodded.

"No matter what happens, you have allowed our people to regain their honor."

Doomhammer nodded afterwards, and suddenly developed respect and even love for the one-eyed chief he had always feared and disgusted.

He always felt that Kilrogg was a cruel man, a savage warrior, who valued glory more than honor. Maybe he was wrong for so many years.

"Thank you," he said at last, and he couldn't say anything else.

He turned around and walked towards his clan.

He still has orders to issue, and there is another war to fight.

Perhaps this will be the last war in his life.

Item 0606

After Doomhammer left, the Alliance also came to Khaz Modan.

The warchief did not stay here and merged with the blood ring clan, and did not disappoint Ye Ting. Although this meant that the blood ring clan would temporarily hold them back, allowing the main force of the tribe to withdraw to a truly strong stronghold, but he also had Response plan.

That is to temporarily abandon the main force of pursuing the tribe, concentrate on defeating the blood ring clan in a short time, and rescue the Bronzebeard dwarf.

Although this will give Orgrim a little breathing room, it also means that the Alliance can get help from the Bronzebeard Dwarves.

I believe these dwarves must want to start their revenge against the tribe.

"attack!"

Lothar yelled and drew out the great royal sword he was carrying, Quel Zalam, whose golden runes reflected sunlight.

Ye Ting followed him with the endless sword, Garona, Vereesa, Onyxia and others were also beside him, followed by the cavalry of humans and high elves.

They are charging upwards along a road built on the snow-capped mountains.

In the part near the top of the mountain, the stones were polished and smoothed to form a huge wall, and the stones in some parts of the upper part of the wall were cut through to become windows.

On a short flight of stairs are a pair of huge doors, hundreds of meters high, and a strong sculpture of a dwarf comes into view.

There is also a magnificent arch above the gate, on which a huge anvil design is carved. This is an awesome sight, and here is the gate of Ironforge.

The heavy door was closed now, and no other exits were seen, but this did not stop the tribe. They rushed up and leaned on the door and surrounding stones, trying in vain to break through the ancient defenses of the dwarves.

These orcs were the current targets of Ye Ting and the cavalry. They rushed to the end of the road, and a wide platform covered by heavy snow appeared in front of the gate.

The orcs turned around and were taken aback—they were busy attacking their targets, and the gust of wind whizzing through the mountains prevented them from hearing the sound of the alliance approaching.

Now, they took up weapons and prepared to fight to the death with the new enemy, but the orcs in the last row were knocked down before they could even face the attackers.

"Don't relax!" Lothar yelled, his sword chopped off one orc's arm, and then split the other in the middle. "Hurry them to the stone wall!"

The cavalrymen obeyed the order and kept pushing the orcs back with their lances. Behind them, the archers threw a rain of arrows like migratory locusts.

As the arrow rain continued to advance, the orcs had to retreat—anyone who hadn’t done so was now a hedgehog.

Just as Lothar and Ye Ting had hoped, at this time, the Bronzebeard dwarves in Ironforge were also fully prepared.

With a short sound, the huge black city gate opened, and dwarven warriors in heavy chain armor swarmed out from the exit. Holding warhammers, battle axes and muskets, they attacked the orcs from behind.

Under the attack of both sides, the orc was quickly defeated.

"I am deeply grateful for your arrival on behalf of the Bronzebeard Dwarf."