"The armies of humans and elves are withdrawing in the direction of the South Gate sentry, and the undead are chasing them."

Before the griffons could hold down, Kudran, who commanded all the griffin knights with the Hammer and Copperbeard. Brute Hammer jumped off the griffon's saddle and ran briskly to Magni. Beside the King of Brass Beard, he cried out to him:

"I sent griffon knights to guide them, but what happened to Ironforge, what happened to Ironforge?"

"It's bad."

King Magni had long since lost the ambition he had set out, and the dwarven town of Karanos was already crowded with dwarven refugees who had escaped from Ironforge, and they gathered together in silence under the watchful eye of the soldiers, and some women were still immersed in the previous disaster, holding their children or their husbands and crying, and the king only had to look back to see the chaos outside the town, which made him even more worried about the situation in Ironforge.

"The dastardly undead dug tunnels and rushed into the Ironforge from the ground, and almost all the generals of the military district died in the sudden attack, and I will immediately rush back to the Ironforge with the steam tank troops."

The Copperbeard King gritted his teeth and said:

"I won't give up the city of Copperbeard to those despicable undead!"

"But what about these people? The undead are rushing towards Karanos, and by keeping them here is leaving them to die. ”

Although Kudran is not a member of the Copperbeard Dwarves, the relationship between the Brute Hammer Clan and the Copperbeard Clan has eased a lot in recent years, and he looked at Magni's face, and he lowered his voice:

"And your sudden retreat on the battlefield has caused heavy losses to humans and elves, and the Human Empire and Quel'Thalas will not give up, even if you recapture Ironforge, the trouble is just beginning."

"Trouble? No matter how big the trouble is, it's not as important as Ironforge! ”

Magni. Brass whiskers threw down a word, turned and jumped into the steam tank carved with a ram behind him, and at his command, the whole tank unit began to roar forward again, and as he was leaving, the king looked at Kudran beside him, and said to the distant relative of the brute hammer:

"I'm handing over the command of the Mountain Rangers to you for the time being, Kudran, and help me escort the people here to Anwemar Castle in the Coldridge Valley, where there is only one mountain path in and out, and if you don't hear the news of the reconquest of Ironforge tomorrow, just... Just blow it up! ”

"You're the king! Magni, don't get carried away. ”

Seeing that King Magni was furious, and the news of the breach of Ironforge seemed to have made the king lose his mind, he hurriedly grabbed the king's arm and exhorted him loudly:

"These people will only listen to you, let your generals take people to reclaim Ironforge, you have to take them to refuge! And Muradin, your brother still doesn't know if he is alive or dead! Are you just giving up on him? ”

"You don't understand!"

Magni shook off Kudran's hand, his eyes red, and a moment later, on top of the roaring steam tank, the king said faintly:

"My daughter and my unborn grandson are still in Ironforge... Will you let me give up on them? ”

"This..."

When Kudran heard this, he didn't know how to persuade the king in front of him, he had heard that the relationship between King Magni and Princess Moira was not good, but now it seemed that it was just a rumor, the father in front of him loved his daughter very much, even after his daughter made the terrible decision to run away from home, the heartbroken old father still would not give up on her like this.

"Do me a favor, Kudran, help me find Muradin, find my brother!"

King Magni grabbed his hammer, lifted the ladder inside the steam tank, and shoved something into the hand of the Hammer Knight in front of him, it was a special necklace, very ancient, and when Kudran held it in his hand, he could even feel the pulse of the earth from the necklace in his hand.

"Give this to him, and if I can't come back, he'll be the next King of Copperbeard!"

Kudran. Hammer was a typical dwarf, with a fiery temper and sometimes delicate emotions, and he knew that this was Magni. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded, carefully placed the necklace in the leather bag around his waist, he looked at the king of the copper beard in front of him, who had completely made up his mind, he took a deep breath and whispered:

"Say anything else, Magni!"

The King of Ironforge glanced back at the city on the snowy mountainside in the distance, he took a deep breath and stroked the crown above his head:

"I have an unspeakable request if... If Kazmodan eventually falls, I hope, I hope that my people will find a new home in Eagle's Nest Mountain, and tell Vorstad for me, that although our two tribes had a bad relationship before, now... I am willing to give everything to Copperbeard in exchange for Copperbeard's continued existence. ”

"For the sake of the blood of the King of the Mountain, help us!"

"Good!"

Kudran nodded fiercely: "I will definitely find Muradin, don't worry, Your Majesty Magni... Brute Hammer, Brute Hammer welcomes former brothers, plus... Come back alive! Be sure to come back alive! ”

"I will!"

Magni. Brass Whiskers waved his hand at Kudran and jumped into his steam tank, and the next moment, the mighty tank army rushed towards the direction of Ironforge as fast as it could, and the black smoke soared into the sky, representing the indomitable will of the dwarven king.

After he left, the mountain rangers sprang into action at the roar of Kudran, who had taken control of the place, and soon a huge migration party of goat carts set out from Karanos to Fort Anvimar, the last stronghold of the Copperbeard Dwarves in Kazmodan and the first city of the Dwarven civilization, in the deepest part of the Coldridge Valley.

It was the last refuge of the dwarves.

"Chief! Chief, this is a report from the wetlands and Sersama! It must be presented to King Magni immediately! ”

A griffon knight, who had braved the cold wind to descend from the sky, lifted his green goggles and handed the two letters to Kudran, who opened them and glanced at them as if he had been punched in the heart, his face turned pale, and he sat down on the ground in despair.

The letter was scattered on the ground, and the blood-red words were so shocking.

"It's over."

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"The dwarves can really fight."

Deathlord Silent stood on the slopes of Greytalon Mountain, watching beyond the town of Sersama in the distance, the undead besieging the town were mercilessly smashed to the ground by the brave dwarven warriors, the short men in iron armor were like never-ending warriors, the undead rushed to their positions in waves, only to be hammered to the ground by these guys who wore like iron cans.

At this moment, Celent. Firewing has an intuitive understanding of the combat power of the dwarves, these dwarves are very tricky, especially when they are full of anger in their hearts, they are simply more difficult to deal with than the orcs.

But Celent didn't mean to come forward to help, so calmly watched the lower knights command the awakened walking corpses to come forward to die, and the surging undead surrounded Sersama from all directions, except for the flying griffin knights, the dwarves who lacked heavy weapons such as steam tanks could not rush out at all.

After receiving the order, he and the necromantic warband under the command of Sarufar easily routed the dwarven army guarding the junction of the barren land and Sersama, and then advanced all the way to the dwarven fortress between the verdant mountains of Sersama, but strangely stopped here, surrounding the dwarven town, as if waiting for the next order.

"Sometimes I can't help but wonder what kind of weird strategy our Majesty has in mind."

Celent complained to the silent orc Death Lord beside him:

"It's like this town, it only takes 3,000 high-ranking knights to take it down in a single charge, but we just can't do that... Because His Majesty does not allow it. ”

"Every high-ranking knight is precious."

The Death Lord Sarufar, who cherished the words of gold, looked at the besieged dwarven city at sunset, and he whispered:

"They shouldn't be wasted in a firefight with civilians, Tyrion is just taking advantage of the emotions of the living, besieging them, and when despair breaks through their defenses, they will take the initiative to come out and surrender... Time is not on the side of the living, and this is our advantage. ”

"Huh"

An Raven messenger flapping his wings and landing beside the Death Lord handed a letter to Serent, then flapped his wings and took off again, and in just a few seconds, his black figure disappeared into the sky, and Celent opened the letter, glanced at it, and handed it to Sarufar beside him:

"As Your Majesty expected, the rout of the human and elven armies has retreated towards the south gate post of Dan Moro, they will pass through the south gate post and go straight to the Valley of the Kings, if they are not stopped, they will appear on the battlefield in front of us in 4 hours at most, but that is your trouble, not mine."

"They're not a problem anytime soon."

Sarufar finished reading the letter, cold energy burst out from the palm of his hand, tearing the letter to shreds, he turned over on his horse, and under the hillside behind him, 500 high-ranking knights and 1500 lower-ranking knights were ready, like silent war statues, ready to rush out and tear the enemy to pieces.

"The terrain of the Valley of the Kings is ideal for ambushes, and may the routs not be too surprised to see you..."

Silent whistled and shouted to Sarufar, who had turned and walked down the hill:

"Would you deliberately let them go?"

The question made Sarufar turn his head, his blue eyes full of doubt, and he looked at his companion and asked:

"Why am I doing that?"

Silent shrugged:

"I don't know, maybe it's fun? Come to think of it, they managed to get out of your hands and flee all the way to the Ogaz outpost in the wetlands, thinking they could escape, but what awaits them in the wetlands? ”

The Death Lord seemed to think of a brilliant irony, and he hugged his stomach and laughed:

"It's Luminas, that madman... She's probably burned down Minehir Harbor and marched towards the Ogaz outpost, but seriously..."

Serente's expression became serious again, he narrowed his eyes, and said:

"If those humans and elves can really escape all the way back to the Arathi Heights through the double obstruction of you and Luminas, then it proves that they are worthy of life, and at that point, I think you can really let them go, oh no... I forgot that it was Luminas who was guarding the wetlands, and that madwoman couldn't have missed a chance to kill... So they're dead, right? ”

Looking at Selent, whose expression changed as if his face had changed, and his clumsy joke, Sarufar shook his head and said in a hollow voice:

"You should go find Khadgar and let him see if you're in your right mind... Because it seems to me that you are like an incoherent madman. ”

"Hey, buddy! It's mean! ”

Celent made a rude gesture to Sarufar, who was riding away on his horse, and then watched the orc Death Lord rush towards the direction of the Valley of Kings with his heavily armed knights, he picked up the black war bow next to the war horse with some trepidation, and the next moment, the Death Lord's arms were spread, and the whole person seemed to have returned to his own ranger years.

"Collapse"

The silence of the battlefield was shattered by the muffled roar of the bowstring, and the whistling bone arrows pierced the eye sockets of the dwarves who were caught off guard on the battlefield, and in the midst of his blood splattered, a second bone arrow silently infiltrated, tearing open the neck of the dwarf carrying ammunition behind him, and then a third bone arrow pierced into the ammo box that fell to the ground, and between the flashes of necromantic runes, dazzling flames rose into the sky.

A moment later, the undead frantically poured into the outskirts of the town along the gap in the line, and seeing the dwarven soldiers desperately trying to fight back, the calm face of Celent put down the war bow in his hand, yawned and leaned against his warhorse, and in his narrowed moon-shaped eyes, a strange cold light flashed.

"I'm not crazy... It's just..."

"Every one of us is just a disgusting monster right now."