"The information gathered from all directions already indicates the current situation!"

On the second day after the banquet, in the battle command room of the Ironforge Military District, in front of the dwarven generals and marshals wearing armor and carrying weapons, Danas drew a large X on the map of Kazmodan on the table in front of him.

"The undead have hoarded two legions of heavy troops in the area where the barren land and Sersama meet, it is clear that the northeast is their main direction of attack, and the fortress on the Kazmodan front line is lonely, there is only one legion there, and so far, the undead in the direction of Stormwind have not moved to increase their troops, they are suspicious of the army, it is clear that they want to drag part of our forces in Kazmodan permanently!"

"Cunning, isn't it?"

Danas looked at the dwarven generals around him, threw the drawing pen in his hand on the table, and shouted:

"But they have an even more dangerous opponent, and in 2 days, we will go and take out this fortress of the undead! Drive them out of Kazmodan once and for all, and then fight them in Sersama! ”

"We're going to kick them all in the ass this time!"

Dwarven Marshal Burim. The Golden Hammer waved his fist and shouted in a thunderous voice:

"On the plains and in a battle with the steam tank units of Ironforge? Hah, our torrent of steel will crush all the undead in our way! ”

"Crush!"

A group of dwarves chanted the word, and the atmosphere in the war room was extremely warm, I have to say that the dwarves' tenacious style is sometimes a headache, but in this situation of facing the threat of war, a group of tough guy dwarves who never know how to back down will definitely make you feel at ease.

Of course, Danas was not blindly excited, although whether it was the agents of MI7, the assassins of the League of Assassins, or the ranger scouts of Quel'Salas, the news gathered from all sides supported his speculation about the battle situation, but looking at the map of Kazmodan in front of him, the human general always felt a lingering uneasiness in his heart.

Emotional thinking tells him that the undead are hiding a conspiracy that he has not yet discovered under this seemingly normal strategy, but reason tells him that in this kind of decision involving the fate of a country, emotional thinking cannot be used as the basis for judgment.

He is a seasoned commander of the army, for him, war is always simple, get enough information, know the reality of the battlefield, insight into the enemy's movements, not according to his own cranky wishes, this excellent quality, in the past won him many victories...

"Anyway, send more scouts and send out everyone we have at hand!"

Danas said to his adjutant:

"During these 2 days, keep an eye on the movements of Kazmodan, Stormwind and the Barren Lands, and if there is any change, you must tell me as soon as possible!"

"Yes, General!"

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And just as the military district of Ironforge was in full swing for 2 days, while the attack on Kazmodan's undead legion was being carried out, on the other side of the huge underground city of Ironforge Castle, outside the Explorer's Hall, in the depths of the artisan quarter, many dwarves and human miners were also busy here.

In front of them, there was a huge underground hall with many pillars supporting the place, which looked as grand as a palace without paint.

On the calm ground, there are two semi-circular black huge holes, the size is large enough to accommodate a giant dragon to fold its wings and walk in, and there are many complex instruments arranged around the very smooth hollow hole, and even under the holes, complex and cumbersome steel rails and steel supports are used to support the entire space of the hollow, so that it will not be directly destroyed in the earthquake.

The two large holes next to each other and the entire empty hall attached to them were originally designed to be an underground rail system that started from Ironforge and led directly to Stormwind, a cool-looking underground transportation system designed by the best pygmy designers at the request of the royal family of Stormwind.

Ideally, the thousands of kilometers from Ironforge to Stormwind, through the mountains underground, in a straight line of railroad transportation, can be reached in only 30-45 minutes, which is definitely the fastest transportation in the history of Azeroth's civilization, and its prototype is the aerial rails in the pygmy city of Nomorigan.

Although few people have visited the technology city of the gnomes, to be honest, it is actually a very complete technology.

The royal family of Wryon, who was rebuilding the kingdom at the beginning, hoped to use this convenient underground transportation system to draw in their connection with Ironforge Castle, so as to use the resources and commercial system of the dwarves to make Stormwind City prosperous again, frankly, if Tyrion and his Darkblade Legion did not appear, once this railroad track was completed, the economy of Stormwind Kingdom would soon jump to a higher level.

Unfortunately, everything is empty now.

The undead have taken over Stormwind, and they are now planning an attack on Kazmodan, as long as the dwarves are in their minds, they will not continue to dig this underground tunnel that is almost connected, as King Magni said, although it is a waste, but now in order to ensure the safety of Ironforge, they must blow it up before the undead can find and use this underground tunnel.

"But it's not that simple for us to blow it up, Foreman John, you're one of the most famous architects in Gilneth, and I'm sure you can understand our struggles."

The person in charge of this matter is the "idle prince" Brian of the copperbeard royal family. Bronze Whisker, the honorary president of the Adventurers' Guild, often uses explosives in some troublesome archaeological processes, and archaeology is a very delicate work, once there are too many explosives, even just a little, it will directly lead to the destruction of precious cultural relics.

So Brian is theoretically also a master of dynamite, and sending him to take charge of this matter is also a business hook, and at this time, the prince is wearing his trademark archaeological uniform and wide-brimmed hat, telling the polite black-haired human with a single sunglasses behind him about this big project.

And in the face of Brian's inquiry, Mr. Foreman, known as "John", smiled implicitly, his beautiful pale blue eyes narrowed, and whispered:

"Of course, I can fully understand the concerns of my dwarven friends, to blow up two tunnels of this scale at once, the explosives to be used can be used to blow up almost the entire wall of Greymane, this is a very dangerous move, not to mention that this tunnel was dug through the main ridge of Kazmodan and Red Ridge Mountain, any unprofessional blasting may damage the mountain structure, the most serious consequences..."

Foreman John shrugged his shoulders and gave Brian a playful smile:

"The most serious result, after a large explosion, shakes off the inner rocks, which may directly destroy a third, no... Two-thirds of the Iron Forge, so it's best to leave this matter to the most professional. ”

"That's right! That's right, the professional stuff has to be done by the experts! ”

Brian took off his wide-brimmed hat and stood in front of the dry, dark tunnel, fanning the wind as he glanced at John Foreman, who was dressed like the butler of the nobles, and said in a deep voice:

"So out of the 23 experts who came from the entire northern frontier, we finally chose you, you and the workers under your command are definitely no worse than the best dwarven artillery in understanding and using explosives, by the way, I heard that you have joined the army before?"

"Of course."

Mr. John politely said:

"I could have safely stayed in the town where I was born and served my lord, but I ended up joining the legion under the command of Marshal Lothar at the inspiration of the Alliance, oh yes, now we're going to call him 'Your Majesty', anyway, I've been to the Burning Plains, I've seen the orcs crushed by us, and the workers I had, they were also my former comrades-in-arms, and in that war, we lost a lot, but we also... I learned a lot too. ”

Mr. Foreman was silent for a moment, and where Brian didn't see it, a hint of indifference flashed in his eyes, and for a moment, he looked back at the dwarf:

"Give us 2 days, we will place enough explosives in the safest part of this tunnel, and in addition, there may be some vibrations during construction, after all, we have to dig through the rocks and bury the explosives in the mountain, hopefully this will not affect the daily life of our dwarven friends."

"No, alas, I wish this hellish war was over soon."

Brian. Brass spat at the tunnel in front of him, and he turned to leave, but after a while, he turned back and looked at the silent foreman, and asked curiously:

"This is my personal curiosity, if you don't mind, Mr. John, may I know, the name of the company in which you were in the first place?"

The question silenced the foreman for a moment, and after a few seconds, he took off his monocle and looked back at Brian with a warm smile on his face:

"I was in... B Company served. ”

"Oh, Cool! Company of Heroes! I've heard the story of Company B. ”

Brian. Copperbeard grabbed his hair and thought about it, then put his left fist on his chest with a serious face:

"Veteran!"

Foreman John shrugged his shoulders and made the same motion, answering:

"Always loyal!"

The two of them laughed, turned around and said goodbye, and watched Brian disappear at the end of the road in the craftsman's quarter, the expression of the foreman John who was smiling just now became calm, and behind him, the team members wearing workers' clothes quickly gathered over, John did not look back, but just commanded in a low voice:

"Menathan, set up the sign. Others took cover and built a soundproof barrier as fast as they could... That eccentric dwarf may have begun to suspect us. ”

"Shakien, don't blame me for retorting to you, no matter how you look at it, it's just an ordinary dwarf, not a clever warrior, not a weird mage, are you sure he can see through our bodies that have been activated by dragon blood?"

The Death Knight on the team whispered, but in exchange for John. J. Kishan looked at him indifferently, and he said word for word:

"No matter who we work for, and keeping in mind the Code of Conduct of Company B, we... Never gamble on luck! ”

"Let's get to work!"

On the other side, Brian walked back to the explorer's hall suspiciously, he greeted the dwarven archaeologists he knew well. Copperbeard's heart is just not quiet, he is absent-minded in everything, and even when he is learning the obscure Titan language alone, he loses his interest in learning because he is upset and irritable.

"No, no, something isn't right."

Brian clutched his head and howled, his mind in turmoil.

There are always some people in the world who are special, they can't be seen from the outside, maybe they are just farmers who work all day, maybe they are assassins who live in the dark, in short, those special people have an amazing talent, they can always sense the danger in advance, they can't explain the reason, they can't clear the reason, it's just a hazy idea.

But once that idea of the future grows, it prompts them to respond, whether they want it or not.

And Brian. Brass Whisker, this swagger-looking dwarf, has wandered countless ancient tombs and experienced countless dangers since the day he joined the Explorers' Guild, but each time he has been able to turn evil into good fortune, which would be a bit too bizarre if it was just luck.

So there's no doubt that Brian is the kind of guy who is extremely sensitive to danger, but maybe he doesn't even know it.

"Panjiao! Hilda! Hilda. Corner! ”

Brian shouted at his personal assistant at the top of his voice, and soon a dwarf with braided braids ran over with a stack of papers, and Brian roared at her with a hint of nameless rage:

"Help me find something... The blueprints of the Stormwind subway, the explosives reserve statistics, the information of the foremen who applied for the draft, by the way, and Company B, all the information about Company B, bring me all the information! ”

A moment later, a large pile of papers lay out in front of Brian, almost as high as his height, and the old dwarf tossed his wide-brimmed hat aside, grabbed the materials in front of him, and flipped through them, staring at his bloodshot eyes:

"It doesn't matter what you are... I'll find you! Old Brian never throws in the towel! ”