The wetlands are a disgusting place.

It's full of disgusting muddy swamps with a disgusting smell, and at the edge of those swamps, there are also hides some ugly and evil creatures, such as fish-people who like to swarm in groups, such as jackals who have inferior intelligence and like to change their tastes, and among the mires, there are also local "specialties" that should not be missed.

A big crocodile with six legs... Believe me, they are not only uglier than their cousins from another world, they are huge, and anyone who has tasted their stunt "Death Rolling" will have an experience that will last a lifetime... If he survives.

Among the famous traveler and explorer, as well as the archaeologist Brian . In Copperbeard's travel journal, he mercilessly commented that the wetlands are worthless, they are simply hell on earth, and the famous dwarven hunter, the idol of countless hunters, Hemmit. Nesinwari's comments on wetlands are at the other extreme, claiming that any hunter who can survive alone in a wetland for a month is the best hunter in the world.

In short, this is a place that everyone hates to see, even 6 years ago, when the orcs who invaded the human world were at their strongest, those green-skinned bastards didn't want to stay in the wetlands for long, and most of them lived in Grimbaatar, which was also the only place in the wetlands where the environment was barely better.

But it was also at that time that the dwarven guerrillas who fought against the orcs in this place also left many, many war legends, and most of these legends were left in the form of inscriptions, outside the port of Minethil and the town of Dammod, so that more people could experience the cruelty of war and the beauty of peace.

The wetland is the sphere of influence of the dwarves, and it is also the only area controlled by the dwarves, the only area by the sea, even if the dwarves are no longer willing, but driven by the ** of making money, they still spent a lot of manpower and material resources to establish a port city on the edge of the wetland, after the victory of the Second World War, it was named Minahir Port, to commemorate the combat friendship between the dwarves and humans in the Second World War.

On the same day that the Kazmodan War broke out, in the evening, an eerie fleet appeared on the calm sea outside the port of Minahir.

There were about 20 large ships, but there could be more, and it was difficult for the harbor guards to determine the number of ships, because the large ships were surrounded by a strange floating fog, and between the occasional blowing of the fog by the sea breeze, the harbor guards could barely see the flags that flickered in the fog.

A strange, cold, blood-colored Broken Blade Banner that exudes an ominous aura.

For people who have been dealing with the sea all year round, superstition is almost synonymous with them, so ten minutes after the appearance of the misty fleet, the news of the "ghost ship attack" spread throughout the port of Minethil, and all those who could still move were distributed, and the cannons in the port were also aimed at the fleet on the sea, ready to fight these strange enemies.

Minehir Harbour, which was rebuilt after the war, is an absolute city, with amazing defenses, and the latest dwarven artillery gives the defenders enough confidence here.

"Phew!"

The Death Lord, who was standing on the bow of the largest ghost ship, the Crimson Sword, spat rudely into the water, and she looked at the misty sea in front of her in disgust, and her long fiery red hair was also shriveled due to the humid environment, which made the lord who was very concerned about appearance extremely dissatisfied.

Seriously, she was full of resistance to this mission, and she was full of anger in her heart, and she urgently needed to find some unlucky ghosts to vent, and the white port city in front of her seemed quite suitable.

"Da, da, da"

The sharp and distinctive steel boots stepped on the wet deck, muffling the otherwise crisp crashing sound, and as the Death Lord with his red captain's hat and a bright red feather strode off the podium, the surrounding undead immediately stood up and respectfully hid aside.

Luminas crossed her waist with one hand and looked at the clean, dark red bone dragon on the deck with her own eyes, and she smiled with satisfaction:

"You idiots are barely useful... Look at my lovely "Queen", who has followed me on her first expedition and is bound to become a legend of the Darkblade, just like me. ”

The Death Lord reached out and took the black rune sword from the High Knight's hands, and between the flips of her wrists, dark red lightning bolts danced on the blade, and she walked over to the bone dragon adorned with jewels and a golden crown headdress, and sat down on the comfortable saddle on the steps made of dry bones, her dark red eyes flashing with a hint of evil.

"Your Majesty Tyrion has assigned us most of the bone dragons that can be ridden... This represents his trust in the Hellfire Warband, little cubs, we are the only warband that has ever faced the demons head-on, and it is time for the newcomers to see how the Darkblade's elite fight... Follow me and destroy that city from the sky! Let the flames burn..."

"The wetlands are ours!"

"Whoa"

The dark red bone dragon "Queen" let out a low and hollow roar, she was the first to carry Luminas out of the mist, the long fiery red hair of the Death Lord was blown up by the sea breeze, in the mist behind her, more than 30 bone dragons carried their knights into the sky, and after the bone dragon, there were death knights riding undead dragons, the hellfire warband has a glorious history, just like Luminas said, the warband commanded by her is the strongest in the dark blade.

This is the pride of Luminas, the pride built on the dry bones of demons and the sea of blood, and what kind of leader, what kind of soldiers, under the command of the mad Luminas, once the hellfire warband joins the battle, like bloodthirsty madmen, they will never stop until they kill the last resistant.

"Destroy it!"

Luminas's black sword slashed down, the bone dragon lowered its head, and the fireworks breath transformed from the black dragon's breath enveloped the walls of Minahir Harbor in an instant, and some bone dragons transformed into frost dragons froze the turrets on the city walls with their cold breath, and the roaring necromantic legions were like black shadows that swept across the sky, and behind that black shadow, it brought cold and dead despair.

"Kurtiras's navy is cruising nearby, my lord, are we going to split up some of our men to defend against their attacks?"

A high-ranking knight asked in the spirit link, and the next moment, the crazy voice of Luminas, who was immersed in killing, rang out:

"Let the ghost ship go back! Only a fool would take the initiative to attack Kurtilas at sea... Land and air are our battlefields, disperse useless civilians and burn the city! ”

"Yes!"

So in the salty and humid sea breeze, under the distant snow-capped mountains, the only coastal city of the dwarves, the port of Minahir, which carries a glorious story, was thus ignited.

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And at the same time as the port of Minahill was blazing, under the mountain road that winds up the entrance to Ironforge, the road led by Magni. The dwarven steam tank legion, commanded by Copperbeard himself, also suffered a difficult challenge that had never been seen before.

In the second war, the dwarves' steam tanks have proven their power on the battlefield, and after the war, various human nations have purchased some tanks in Ironforges to fill their armed forces, and it is no exaggeration to say that before the Necro Colossus of the Darkblade appeared in Azeroth, the dwarves' steam tanks were the most powerful land force in the Eastern Continent!

And now, these kings of land warfare in the fantasy era have encountered challenges from the sky.

"Buzz"

The Shrieker raised its wings and flew low across the skies of Kazmodan, and as it crossed the dwarven steam tank, the necro released its claws, and a black, spiky iron lump fell from the sky, whistling through the air, crossing a forward arch and finally smashing directly above a slowly retreating steam tank.

"Boom"

The scorching flames, the powerful blasts, the thunderous roars, and the sharp knick-knacks inside swept in all directions like a storm of steel, and the sturdy hard shell of the hapless steam tank was blown inward, but the unlucky ones were the dwarven soldiers who followed the tank, and they were almost swept away by the shards of iron flying around.

Magni never imagined that the mighty Steam Tank Force would be held back by such an attack, but the grim reality lay in front of him, less than a third of the more than 40 tanks were still moving, and the rest were either destroyed by the explosion of a sea of bombs falling from the sky, or they were trapped in the ruins of steel, unable to move from side to side.

This scene doesn't look like a war in a fantasy world by any means, but it does appear...

In the pungent smoke of gunpowder, the desperate dwarven king jumped from the ram's tank with his guards, and in this way he bravely raised his king's banner and gathered the soldiers who could still move around him.

"Follow me, warriors!"

Magni shouted at the top of his voice:

"There are no steam tanks, and we have to go back to Ironforge! Take back our home! Follow me! Charge! Rush out! ”

The Dwarven King and his enthusiastic soldiers trekked through the battlefield strewn with smoke and bullet marks, and after passing through the surrounding fog, they finally reached the foot of the hill leading to Ironforge, but beyond the mist, a dark figure on a warhorse stood in front of them, standing here in the snow, like a dark statue, as if waiting for Magni's arrival.

"Magni. Copperbeard, Destiny King of Ironforge, I've been waiting here for a long time. ”

The figure looked up, his face was a skeletal face made of frost, but the next moment, as if the wind had blown away the frost, revealing Tyrion's thin, pale, and gloomy face, his ice-blue eyes looked at the dwarven king in front of him, who was also wearing a crown, and he whispered:

"Lay down your arms and join the cause of the Darkblade, and Ironforge and all of Kazmodan will return to you..."

"Return? You say return? ”

From these words, Magni realized who this undead in front of him was, he had never seen Tyrion, but now, he knew that the death knight who came alone in front of him was the culprit of the disaster suffered by Kazmodan, and the anger surging in his heart reached the extreme at this moment, and the dwarven king stepped forward angrily, he held his weapon in both hands, the golden warhammer and the golden battle axe, and his orange beard was fluttering in anger:

"You came to my house brutally and ruined the only reason I would call it home... Now, do you give me back the same charity, and give you your loyalty? No! Never! ”

Magni. The power in the bloodlines of the bronze whiskers stretched over his body, his body slowly became taller, the bronze skin became hard, like gray granite, and his face became as strong as stone.

Under the king's capacity, Magni. Copperbeard has another identity... Like his brother Muradin, he is the most powerful bloodline warrior among the dwarves - a warrior of glory and untold power... King of the Hill!

"I'll kill you! Necromancy, under the watchful eye of my fellow sufferers, I will cut off your head with my own hands! I will take back my city! Dwarves, never give in! ”

"Bang"

Magni in the form of the King of the Hill roared and pounced on Tyrion, the Blade King's expression did not change, his fingers moved, and the magic sword that shone with a pale green halo fell into his hand, he looked at Magni's distorted face, he shook his head:

"Oh... What a pity, answer, wrong! ”

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The mountain behind Ironforge, the deepest part of the Coldridge Range, the most inaccessible place in all of Kazmodan, is so high that few creatures can survive at this altitude, and now, a large group of dwarves, is staggering forward in the heavy snow.

This is exactly the group that escaped from the Ironforge Fort, led by Moella. Led by the Copperbeard Princess, the elite force of the entire city.

Led by the master miners of the Deep Mountain Excavation Company, who knew the location well, the group was heading towards the fortress of Anvimar in the Coldridge Valley, and as Magni had told him, Moira knew that once the Ironforge Fort fell, the only safe place in the whole of Kazmodan would be there.

And just as everyone was advancing, the princess's face suddenly turned pale, and a pain in her blood made her cover her heart. Brass beard covered the same position, and without warning, rolled over and fell to the ground in pain.

This immediately caused the crowd to scream, and soon, Brian was helped up by the best priest of Ironforge, the old dwarf's eyes were already full of tears, but not because of pain, but... Sadness.

"Moira, my niece..."

Brian sobbed and clenched his niece's hand, and he looked into Moira's equally moist eyes, and he said with difficulty:

"Do you feel it? My brother, your father... He, he's gone from us..."

"I feel it."

Moira held her uncle's hand tightly, and she looked at Brian's desperate eyes, she gritted her teeth, and said in a voice of hate that was unforgettable:

"My husband, my father, have all died at the hands of the undead, and I swear, in the name of Copperbeard and Thorrisson, that I will destroy them, that I will bury them, I swear!"

"Now! Keep moving forward, you can't stay any longer! Walk! Get out of here! Before the undead catch up! ”

Tonight, the mountains of Kazmodan are... Weep.