Two hours later, at the intended evacuation site, three Death Knights waited in the forest, and in the shadows before their eyes, hordes of orcs came out of the forest, led by a bloody hellish roar, a third fewer orcs than when they came.

"Bastard!"

Grom. Like an enraged beast, Hell Roar roared and pounced on the Death Knight in front of him, waving his huge fists and eyes full of rage:

"Where are your answers? You wretched! ”

"Bang"

The smashed fist was held by Glokush with one hand, and the same tall death knight looked at the angry chief indifferently, this malicious resistance action made all the orcs draw their weapons in unison, and behind Glokush, the two death knights hesitated, also pulled out their weapons, and stood behind Glokush.

In this dark and dense forest, the atmosphere was frozen to the extreme, and the battle between the two sides seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.

"Answer? What answer? ”

Glokush stared at Grom in front of him and said word by word:

"Did you tell me to answer you? Do you think I'm your subordinate? Grommache..."

"I lost a third of my best fighters!"

Grom roared, "If there is an answer, they won't die!" ”

"I've lost a lot of warriors too!"

Glokush said calmly:

"I'm no smaller than you in terms of losses! And I want you to understand one thing, Gromash, it was I who summoned the Black Dragons to help you, otherwise you will rely on the orcs you brought, and you won't even want to enter Dalaran if you die! ”

"This is a covert operation, and your people can't resist the desire to kill, which has attracted a counterattack from the mage... It's all your fault! ”

The dark red glow in Grom's eyes began to beat again, but the moment his fingers touched the tomahawk, the Death Knight threw over a box the size of a human head.

"It's what you want, and even with the interference of your shit, we've got there."

Grom opened the box, and a white hedron surrounded by violet rune glow lay quietly in the velvet background, and even orc warriors who knew nothing about magic could feel the magic of this thing.

"Smack"

The box was reopened, and Grom handed it to the orc behind him, and before his eyes, Grokush crushed a scaly-like object, and a few moments later, a dozen behemoths flapped their wings and landed in the forest.

It was the black dragons who attacked Dalaran.

"Buzz"

The huge black dragon led by the giant black dragon turned into a human lady in a long black dress, tall and tall, with an indifferent face, like an iceberg.

She crossed her arms and looked at the Death Knights and Orcs in front of her with a trash-like look, and she said in a hoarse voice with a unique charm:

"Father told us to take you to the south, those lowly mages are on a hunt, and I think it's time for us to go."

The pure orc language moved everyone, but the unquestionable tone made Glokush and Grom frown at the same time, but what was really important was clear to both sides, so a few minutes later, in the cold night, the huge black dragons carried all the orcs, in the howling wind, in the direction of the southern frontier of the continent.

Sitting cross-legged on the black dragon's broad back, Grom's black hair was blown up, he looked indifferently at the death knight behind the dragon in front of him, and behind him, a tall orc whispered:

"Chief, do you want to find an opportunity to teach these arrogant corpses a lesson?"

"Nope."

Grom shook his head, "Not right now. ”

"Just because they're allies?"

The orc behind him snorted with some disdain: "These corpses are too annoying. ”

"Allies?"

Grom narrowed his eyes:

"Never allies, these corpses are undoubtedly engaged in some kind of conspiracy, they have deceived Naozu, most likely coerced him, I perceive Naozu's cowardice... He, like Blackham, is not to be relied upon. ”

"In the face of all the terrible things about Draenor, the Great Chief has no way out, and so are we."

The orc's voice behind Grom was muffled:

"We can't just stay there and die."

"There is no way out... Sort of. ”

Warsong Chief moved his finger as he motioned for the orcs behind him to sit beside him, and then asked in a low voice:

"Nazgorin, you're also a veteran, and although you're not a member of the Warsong Clan, I trust you like my own siblings, tell me, what do you think of the world? Compared to our former home. ”

The old orc named Nazgorin hesitated for a moment, and whispered:

"It's a very dynamic world, but those human mages... Not very easy to deal with. ”

Grom was noncommittal to Nazgorin's answer, he was silent for a few seconds, and then added:

"Your son and my son are waiting for news of our victory in Draenor, but the appearance of these strange death knights has made me really afraid to fully trust Neozu, and we are so desperate to need a new world to feed us..."

At this point, the eyes of Grom and old Nazgorin exchanged glances, and both of them were silent at the same time, and after a moment, Nazgorin whispered:

"When I get back, I'll pick up Garrosh, little Nazgorin, and the people and children as fast as I can!"

"Good!"

On the other side, the disaster in Dalaran soon reached the ears of the Alliance. Minethil was awakened from his slumber and, with a hint of a sense of getting up, heard of what had happened to Dalaran, and the last vestiges of the old king's weariness were dispelled.

"The Dark Gate has reopened, first Alterac City, then Dalaran, and the orcs are going to war again?"

The old king rubbed his forehead wearily, his wise eyes were full of heaviness, and after a moment, facing his royal agent, he whispered:

"Immediately convene the King's Council, then block the news! Don't let the population panic! ”

"Yes! Your Majesty, it's okay to talk about the disaster in Alterac City, but the news of Dalaran's attack is difficult to completely block, and Mage City is too close to Lordaeron. ”

The agent replied:

"We have organized a shelter for fleeing refugees from Dalaran outside Lordaeron, and it's hard to hide from the people."

The old king's fingers beat on the edge of the throne, he is a wise king, he will never ask his subordinates to do the impossible, and because of this, the old king's reputation in the country is very high, and he also knows that what the secret agent said is the truth, but the war has just ended less than 3 months, and once the news of the orc attack spreads, the social order that has just stabilized will inevitably be challenged again.

"Then use the official channel to tell the people that the mages of Dalaran attracted the black dragon when they were conducting magic experiments, and that the disaster of Dalaran was caused by the black dragon, and I will communicate this matter with Dalaran and don't mention the orcs, understand?"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

While the agent was hurrying away, the king's chief of guard, armed with his arms, came to King Terenus and whispered in his ear:

"Your Majesty, Lord Presto of Alterac is asking for an audience, and his men have captured the orc invaders and discovered the secrets of this orc invasion."

"Huh?"

The old king's eyes flashed with a gleam, and he said in a deep voice:

"There's good news at last, please come in with Mr. Presto."

Meanwhile, in the southern part of the continent, on the ruins of Stormwind, which had been destroyed by the orcs, a new city is being built. When His Majesty returned to Stormwind with his emigrants, some of the region's most famous architects were gathered, as well as the ancient Brotherhood of Stonemasons, who accepted the royal family's invitation to rebuild Stormwind.

During the city's reconstruction, His Majesty Varian and the officials of the Stormwind Kingdom stayed in the restored North Shire, a famous monastery that is one of the holy sites of the Church of Light.

And now, in the monastery, the 17-year-old King is sitting in a secret room, listening to the battle reports from the front with Windsor, the Marshal of the Stormwind Kingdom.

MI7 chief Madias. Shore pointed to the strategic map behind him and said to his king:

"Based on the reports of the agents, we can now confirm that there are more than 30,000 orcs gathered in the Cursed Lands, and this number is still increasing, and the blood-ring orcs entrenched in the Valley of Thorns, that is, the defeated army of the last war, seem to have joined the new invasion of the orc tribe this time."

After Varian listened to Shore's return, he asked with a frown:

"Master Shore, you mean that the orcs who invaded this time are not the same as the orcs in the last war?"

"Yes, I'm sure of that!"

Shore snapped his fingers, and several agents in black leather armor walked into the chamber with something, and the Master Assassin unfurled the flags and placed them in front of the king and marshal:

"This is the banner captured by the agents, the War Song, the Thunder King and the Broken Hand Clan, which almost never appeared in the last war, and according to the description of the front-line soldiers, the banner of the Great Chief is also a clan that we have not seen, not the original Blackstone Clan, and among the orcs who invaded this time, there are many brown-skinned orcs, not all of them are green-skinned."

"Yes."

Varian nodded, and he looked at Marshal Wendsol, who was frowning beside him, and asked in a low voice:

"Mr. Marshal, how many more soldiers can we muster together? Thirty thousand orcs are a great threat, and we cannot afford to give up on our people once again. ”

"The farms of the western wilderness are almost ruined, the army is scarce, the people need to recuperate, with all due respect, Your Majesty, now is not a good time for war."

The marshal pondered for several minutes before replying, "The only troops that can be mobilized are the troops on the front line of Red Ridge Mountain and the Night's Watch in the Twilight Forest, a total of 10,000 men. ”

"10,000? That's too little. ”

Varian was still underage, but this did not prevent him from learning a lot about the battlefield, and when he was in Lordaeron, he read every battle report from the front in its entirety, and he knew very well that in the face of 30,000 orcs, at least 5-70,000 soldiers must be required to resist head-on.

"With all due respect, Your Majesty."

Just as Varian pondered his strategy, the silent Master Assassin interrupted his thoughts, and Shore coughed lightly and said:

"According to MI7's analysis, it is highly likely that we do not need to prepare for war."

"Huh?"

Varian's eyes widened, and the marshal looked at the Master Assassin suspiciously, who smiled silently and lowered his voice:

"There are less than 3,000 defenders in the Watchtower, even if you add the paladins from the north and the fleet of His Majesty Dai Lin, it will not exceed 10,000, but with these 10,000 people alone, the orcs have not been able to cross the cursed land and the swamp of sorrow, this is an abnormal war, Your Majesty, 10,000 soldiers can't stop the orcs at all... But now they are stuck in the Cursed Lands, and although the battle seems to be fierce, in reality, the orc camp has no trace of moving forward at all! ”

A flash of pain suddenly flashed across Shore's cheeks... Again, since returning from the battlefield of the Burning Plains, he has been suffering from headaches from time to time, and in severe cases, he may even lose control of his body, Shore does not know where this pain comes from, but as a good assassin, enduring pain is his basic skill.

His fists clenched tightly, and after a few seconds he said in a hoarse voice:

"It follows that... The orcs have no intention of a full-scale invasion... They, they're probably trying to get our attention, and let's not forget, those orcs who flew over the airspace the other day, they might be on some secret mission. ”

"Master Shore, your injuries..."

Varian looked concerned, he reached out to help Shore, but the latter refused, and the Master Assassin straightened up, his face a little pale, and he whispered:

"It's out of the way, it's just a little stinging once in a while, let's move on..."

"Chief, there's important information!"

The agent standing in the doorway interrupted Shore's description loudly, and the latter hooked his fingers, and the agent stepped forward quickly, placed two very different reports on the table, saluted the king and marshal, and strode away.

As the presiding officer of the meeting, Shore opened the two battle reports, and after only one glance, his face was filled with joy.

"Your Majesty, Marshal! Our conjecture has come true! ”

"Dalaran sent a message that King Terenus had convened a king's council to inform him of the secrets of the orcs discovered by Lord Presto, the great nobleman of Alterac, and that the orcs had snatched two items of great power from Alterac and Dalaran, and this was the goal of the orcs, and they had no intention of a full-scale invasion."

Shore handed the battle report in his hand to the king, then picked up the second copy, waved it in his hand, and said with a relaxed face:

"And then there's the report from the agents at Fort Watch... Orcs, a mass retreat has begun! ”

"Our country is safe for the time being."