In the royal city of Lordaeron, in the middle of the night, there are many workers who are busy in the city square with huge torches.

It is said that the King and His Majesty Fao have invited a prophet from another world, and in a few days, he will arrive in Lordaeron, and as the most powerful and well-deserved leader in the current alliance, it is necessary to prepare a proper reception ceremony for such a heavyweight guest.

At the invitation of the Church, these workers were sincere believers in the Light, and at the invitation of the Church, they worked tirelessly to repair the square and prepare for the ceremony, and for the royal city, which had just recovered from the war, this reception of guests was also an important opportunity to enhance the image of Lordaeron.

The kings asserted their authority, not only to start wars, but also to the image of the country, and it is said that King Terenus also took the opportunity of this meeting to re-establish the already deadlocked alliance countries to start communicating with each other, but frankly, this is difficult to do.

Having lost the oppression of war brought by the orcs, the nations of the Alliance have gone further and further down their paths, wanting to unite as a single body again, unless they are once again threatened by orcs.

No one expected that threat to come, so it would be difficult for the Alliance to regain the same kind of close unity that it had against the orcs, and a glorious era had come to an end.

And in the Tirisfa region, where Lordaeron is located, in the inaccessible northeast, lies a heavily defended prisoner of war camp for the captured and dangerous orcs, where the most elite knights of the kingdom of Lordaeron are guarded, and the Grand Lord Alessandro. Mograine's fiefdom was in this area, and in just 10 minutes at the sound of an alert, the paladins could rush out of the monastery and surround any captives who tried to escape.

In the prisoner of war camp, there are also battle mages from Dalaran, who constantly maintain the monitoring of the prisoner of war camp.

Such a tight defense is a must, because this is where a character is held that makes the kings very happy... Ogrim. The Hammer of Destruction, the second Grand Chief of the Orc Horde, nearly extinguished the dangerous Orcs of the Fire of the Alliance Civilization.

His presence on the battlefield has cast an unimaginable shadow on the Alliance, and even now, four years after the end of the war, Orgrim's name is still used by housewives to scare unbelievable children in remote areas.

"Everything works!"

In the middle of the night without a hint of starlight, the knights with torches completed a handover of sentry posts, and the most elite knights guarded here day and night, guarding the defeated Orgrim, for these knights, it was an honor in itself.

They had routed the orc forces in the Burning Plains, and the knights were willing to spend the rest of their lives here, hoping that the dangerous creature would never harm humanity again.

It is a noble sacrifice.

However, just as the darkness of the prisoner of war camp was illuminated by the flickering torches, it became darker and darker, and three shadows silently streaked across the surrounding night, and in the surging dim light, the top assassins in red armor and sharp knife wheels in their hands did not even make a sound.

After embracing the thirst for blood, the darkness favored them even more, almost like a part of their bodies.

With their unparalleled stealth skills, it is impossible to rely on human knights to discover them.

"Click"

After an inaudible crisp sound, the magic lock hanging on the heavy iron door was easily pried open, and the warning runes engraved on it were wrapped in dark abilities, preventing it from sounding the alarm, and when the four knights on the sentry post were silently knocked down by the dark power surging from behind, the heavy door was also pushed open a gap.

The next moment, three shadows appeared inside the dark cage, not alarming the Ravenhold assassins who were hiding in the darkness and guarding the prisoners, on the contrary, these three figures appeared silently behind the human assassins who were also in a stealth state, and without a single sound, the emerald dagger smeared with poison stabbed the back of the human stalkers from behind.

One after the other, brutal and precise, with the smell of blood getting stronger and stronger, and finally ending with a scream covered in the mouth, with the complete victory of the Blood Watcher.

The 20 best Ravenhold assassins hired by the kingdom of Lordaeron, including two master assassins, did not survive even a minute under the ravages of 3 blood monsters.

The Wardens who solved the last of their troubles appeared in the darkness, wearing bright red Warden armor, and conversing with each other with a spiritual link unique to the undead, which was difficult for human Assassins to infiltrate, but for these dark Ones, it seemed very easy.

While searching for the target, they chatted in each other's hearts with girlish chirps.

"The haughty Kordana is in trouble in Stormwind, and it is said that Lady Mavi is chasing her with our former companions, and Kordana has had a hard time escaping."

A shorter watcher poked her head out and looked into the dark cage, a group of weak green-skinned orcs, not the target they were looking for, she turned back to the other cage, and said a little meanly:

"She deserves this fate, she's usually too high-profile, it's not in line with our code of conduct!"

"Alright, my dear Marais, don't be so harsh, Kodana is also our companion, not to mention, that's Mawi Lady, Kodana has proven her strength by escaping from her."

Another slender and tall watchman girl walked softly into the depths of the cage, and said gently:

"Isn't Miss Nassa already on her way from Draenor? It is said that this time she also brought with us a new companion who is said to have completed the Shadow Trial, and it took even less time than Lady Mavi! ”

"Well, that doesn't sound likely."

The Blood Watcher, who was holding the wind at the door, shook her head, and she curled up in the shadows, which embraced her like open arms, hiding in the warm darkness, and she asked lazily:

"My little Mirana, where did you hear this nonsense joke, how could anyone be more favored by darkness than Lady Mavi? Even after we were strengthened by blood, I trembled with fear at the thought of confronting Ms. Mavi..."

"It's true, Anaya, I didn't lie to you!"

The Blood Watcher named Mirana walked into the depths of the cage, and as she made her rounds of the cage, she replied in her mind:

"I read it in the diary of Buddy's greedy goblin, you know, he likes to keep important information in his diary, and he is directly managed by Tyrion, so sometimes he knows more than we know, and according to the goblin, the new watcher, and the wife of Tyrion's bastard, is said to be a High Elf from the Windranger family."

"Oh? The Windranger family? Is it the same Ranger family that has served as a Ranger General when Queen Azhara is in power? ”

Marais, the Shorty Watcher. The Shadow let out an exclamation:

"That's the ancient nobles who have been passed down to this day, and they have the power of the Well of Eternity in their veins, and if that's the case, maybe... Maybe it's possible, but seriously, I still don't believe she can match Ms. Mawi, how powerful she is, you and I both know. ”

Tall Blood Warden Mirana. Starlight shrugged her shoulders, noncommittal to her companion's claims, and she stepped out of the dark corner, hiding in the corner shivering, and the heavily armed jailer who tried to signal for help knocked him to the ground, removed a bunch of keys from his waist, and continued:

"And based on what I read in Buddy's diary, it is said that the abominable Tyrion also intends to absorb some gifted High Elves and have that Windranger and Miss Nassa reorganize the Blood Warden to confront Lady Mavi and our former companions, although the thought of killing our past companions is somewhat depressing, but... But the thought of being able to drink their blood makes me... I was completely excited. ”

The watchman's gentle voice was mixed with a hint of morbid longing, and she said like a dream:

"That sweet, natural blood, like the finest wine, I have... Can't wait! ”

"Enough! Mirana! ”

The watchman in charge of guarding the wind at the door, the commander of this operation Anaya. Fallen Lin scolded in his heart in a hoarse voice:

"You've been immersed in the illusion of blood for too long! If you keep going like this, you'll ruin yourself! Don't forget Ms. Nassa's advice if you let her down... That's the ending, you won't want to experience. ”

"Cut, boring!"

Mirana snorted impatiently, and she walked to the deepest part of the cage, and the next moment, in the darkness of the cage, she saw the orc sitting in the iron railing, it was a tall, brown-skinned orc, who looked decadent, and looked like he had been crushed by captivity.

"Aha, I've found this orc! Sisters, prepare to retreat! ”

"Bang"

The bloody knife wheel waved in the darkness, and the cage that imprisoned Orgrim was easily cut open in the sparks, and the huge shock made Orgrim, who was resting with his eyes closed, jump suddenly, although his body was a little sluggish between his weakness, but from that sharp gaze, where could he still see a trace of decadence?

"Bang"

A heavy object was tossed at Orgrim's feet, and the orc chief looked down to see his own hammer at his feet, the ancient hammer of destruction engraved with the frostwolf emblem, and a string of keys to unlock the locks of imprisonment.

Other than that, there was nothing in the darkness.

Orgrim didn't immediately go to get the weapons and keys on the ground, instead, he watched the darkness around him vigilantly, but unfortunately, as a warrior, it was difficult for him to spot the traces of the top stalkers, and after repeatedly making sure that he hadn't alarmed the guards, the orc chief moved his shoulders, picked up the war hammer on the ground, and pinned the key in his arms.

He walked out of the cage lightly, groping for the stunned jailer to be dragged into the darkness, and between the clashing of shredded armor, the orc chieftain, who was barely wearing human armor, walked out of the cage, holding a bag of jerky in his hand, chewing and recovering his strength, while gesturing with his hands in the darkness with the alarmed orc prisoners.

A few minutes later, under the leadership of Orgrim, the door of the destroyed cell of the prisoner of war camp was slammed open, and the noise of war tore through the darkness that shrouded the earth, and with the chaos, more and more orcs were released, and the entire prisoner of war camp fell into a frenzied chaos, and the mages who were responsible for monitoring the prisoner of war camp had been slaughtered by the evacuated watchmen.

No one was alarmed, leaving only a few horrible corpses that had been drained of blood.

The night's rebellion was so shocking that ten minutes later, when the heavily armed paladins were in Alessandro. By the time Mograine led the pack into the prisoner of war camp, Orgrim, dressed in human armor, had already ridden a stolen horse, alone in the darkness, scurrying in the direction of the Alterac Mountains.

With the help of some unknown forces, Orgrim managed to escape from prison, but this was just the beginning, and the Great Chief needed to discern the current situation before deciding what to do, but no matter what, he had already gotten what he craved most... Freely!

At the same time, on the way from the once closed Dark Gate to the Windward Trail, Tyrion was rewarded for his successful operation, and he turned back to the calm human mage on the skeleton horse behind him and said:

"You see, my dear Khadgar, history is always like this, and occasionally it takes a pair of hands to push it, and I wonder if Orgrim will make the same choice as he once did."

The human mage in the crimson robe opened his eyes, a cold and calm light dancing in his eyes, and he looked at the entrance of the mist-shrouded upwind path in the distance, and he said in a low, hoarse, emotionless voice:

"Then let's take ... We'll see. "The first king of Tang Zhenguan

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