"I'm really crazy, I just returned to the Eastern Continent, and I'm going to go out again and fight with a group of dead people."

Heavily armed Garrosh rode on his black wolf with a heavy tomahawk on his back and ran wildly on the road from Lordaeron to the Silver Pines Forest, and beside him were Thrall on the frost wolf Snow Song, Dranosh on the gray wolf, and Yolin on the magic carpet, Woking on the back of the velociraptor and... Prince of Arthas riding a steed with the Silver Hand.

Behind these young people, there is a strange team.

On one side is the orc guard of 200 people stationed in the human empire to protect the four young chiefs, and on the other side is the guard of the prince of Arthas and a part of the Silver Hand Paladins, about 250 people.

Unlike the young people, these veterans who had experienced the orc wars were very different from each other, and on the march, they still glared at each other from time to time, as if they were competing with each other.

But it is such a team full of contradictions, but they walk together for a common purpose.

"Saberchel was originally a town in Gilneis, and later after they built the Wall of Greymane, the town was divided into the kingdom of Lordaeron, where 2,000 civilians and some dwarven miners lived, and although there was also a legion to defend against werewolves nearby, that army has now been transferred to Sagard Mill in Oman, which is under siege by the undead and the war is very hot."

Arthas rode on his war horse and introduced the situation to the orcs beside him:

"The remaining legions are already struggling to maintain the line in the Silverpine Forest, and the Father can no longer ask them to escort the civilians of Sabuchel back to safety, but I have just received news that an undead spirit has appeared near Sabachel, and those civilians will have to ..."

"What about Dalaran?"

Thrall asked, "That place should be closer to Dalaran?" Won't the City of Mages send people to save their compatriots? ”

"You don't know what's going on lately, Sal."

Arthas didn't speak, but it was Jorin, who had been studying in Dalaran for the past few years. Blood-Eyed said to Sal:

"When you went to Kalimdor, Quel'Salas was breached, the mages of Dalaran have been busy settling the high elves in the city recently, and it is said that there are also positions on the Hinterland side, and many mages have also been sent, the city of mages is now the emptiest time, let alone going out to rescue, surrounded by the undead, it can ensure that it does not fall, it is already a very difficult thing."

"What about the undead? I'm a little confused! ”

Garrosh shouted:

"Did the Darkblade Undead of Southern Xinjiang break through Arathi? Where do these undead come from? How is it everywhere? ”

"This is not the undead of Southern Xinjiang!"

Alsace accentuated the voice:

"It should be from the north, Northrend, the Draenei envoy shared information with us, it is said that in the hinterland of Northrend, a mysterious force has risen, and it also uses the undead as soldiers, but their fighting methods are almost two extremes with the Darkblade Undead in the south, and they also have abilities that the Darkblade Undead do not have."

"Those dead, the dead in the tomb, were inexplicably awakened, and then combined under the manipulation of a mysterious force, in just 2 days, the entire northern frontier was full of wandering brainless walking corpses, the Tirisfa region was quiet, and in Stratholme, the entire Knights of the Silver Hand were almost exhausted, like you said... They're just everywhere! ”

"It's not inexplicable!"

Woking, who had been listening to the conversation in silence, suddenly spoke, and said in a very obscure human language:

"Loa saw... The sky has, eyes! It's manipulating the undead! ”

Woking's finger pointed to the dark jungle ahead:

"Everywhere it has its power..."

"Hey, don't scare me, man!"

Garrosh heard Woking's strange tone, he subconsciously looked at the extremely quiet forest on both sides, and then shuddered, he pushed Woking, who shrugged his shoulders and showed a helpless expression:

"Loa told me, I relayed... Didn't scare you. ”

"Indeed, the elemental power here is very oppressive, and it is indeed weird, be careful!"

A white glow danced from the tips of Thrall's fingers, and he summoned the wind elemental, blowing the hunting sound of the surrounding trees, and the reverberating wind told Thrall's surroundings, and the orc pointed to the hills to the south, and said to Arthas:

"There's human activity over there, I hear it, and it looks like your people are saving themselves, they're trying to cross this forest."

"Then go over!"

Hearing this, Arthas stretched out his arm and shook it forward fiercely:

"Knights, follow me, the people are waiting for us."

"Orc warriors, we're keeping up too... Don't let humans run out of fun. ”

Draranosh also shouted, he drew his battle axe, and in the long roar of the wolf, the wild orcs also rushed up the hill with the human knights, and after they crossed the hills, they could clearly see that in the dark forest, the fire was flickering, and a large group of humans were surrounded by the skeleton and undead who rushed from all sides, screams, cries for help, shouts of warriors and cries of children, completely shattered the silence of this forest.

"The Holy Light is above!"

The Prince of Arthas was already very tired, and on this day he led his guards to save at least 3 villages around the city of Lordaeron, but at this time, seeing that his people were threatened by the undead, he did not care about the pain in his body, and rushed out with his war horse, and the golden holy light burned on his war hammer, like a lamp lit in the dark forest.

And behind him, the knights roared, harnessed their horses, and followed the prince, as if cutting bread, to disperse the bustling crowd of undead, while the more nimble orc wolf knights split into two directions, led by Garrosh and Dranosh respectively, cut into the battlefield from the rear of the undead, and for a while, the men and horses neighed, and the shouts of the warriors also gave hope to the helpless people, and they quickly rushed out of the encirclement of the undead along the road opened by the knights.

"Mom! Big green orcs! ”

When a child saw Thrall, an orc who was calling for the wind to protect the wings of a human, she hurriedly buried her head in her mother's arms, like a scared rabbit, and her panicked mother also glanced at Sal with a little fear, but in the end, she nodded slightly to Sal, and as she walked past the orc, she whispered:

"Thank you."

"Go to the back, behind the hills, there are knights there to answer you!"

Thrall didn't pay attention to the child's fears, and a wise orc like him wouldn't care about that, but Woking, who was standing beside him, looked at Sal in front of him with deep meaning, this strange young troll, who seemed to see something different from Thrall.

"Be careful!"

In the midst of the fierce battle, Garrosh shouted in the direction of Sal:

"There's something flying in the sky! Be careful! ”

As soon as the words were spoken, a black monster with bat wings and a bird-like shape roared and slammed through the branches of the trees and swept towards the earth, and in the panic screams of the civilians, the swarthy monster grabbed a boy with its sharp claws, flapped its wings and rushed into the sky.

"Element! Listen to my call! ”

At this moment, the tips of Thrall's fingers, who seemed to be enraged, burst into dazzling thunder, and in the dark forest, the thunder shone brightly, soaring into the sky like sharp arrows, blasting the flying monster's head open.

In the midst of the boy's frightened screams, Thrall jumped to his feet, took the child in his arms in mid-air, and then fell to the ground, turning his head to look at Woking, and shouted:

"Woking, forbidden!"

"Roger!"

The young troll immediately opened his arms to the humans behind him:

"Come here! Human, come, come to Woking! ”

As he spoke, the young troll's three-fingered hands were opened, and six quaint totems were pierced on the deciduous ground behind him, under the manipulation of the mysterious power, the moment the totem pierced to the ground, it extended a halo of energy like an orange flame, and finally turned into a strange snake hovering on the totem, just like a real cobra, when those black gargoyles rushed to the ground, the strange snake would spew out scorching flames and force those monsters back.

Although the fleeing humans were also afraid of the trolls, the situation was clear, these trolls and orcs were the same as the Prince of Arthas, who had come to save them, so after a few moments, most of them fled into the totemic barrier arranged by Woking, while the young trolls ran a few steps and drew a wooden war spear from behind, and after a roar, the war spear roared into the sky, piercing the body of a gargoyle with precision.

"It's a pity I didn't bring the Swingblade..."

Woking shrugged at Sal, and the young troll smiled in embarrassment:

"With the Whirling Blade, I can kill these gargoyles alone... They're stupid. ”

"You've done well enough, Woking, my friend."

Thrall patted the dust on his body, trying to put the human boy in his arms down, but maybe it was too frightened, anyway, the boy clutched Sal's arm and was unwilling to leave, a smile appeared on the corner of the young orc's mouth, he looked back at Yorin, who was chanting magic, and he whispered:

"Elder Drektar told me that humans and orcs can finally coexist peacefully, and now... I believe it. ”

"Huh"

The black magic halo was wrapped around the orc Jolin's hand, and between the waves of his fingers, three black seeds of destruction smashed on the ghoul above his head, and the warlock's shadow magic was under Jolin's control, split into two, two into four, and soon spread to the dozen ghouls above his head, seeing that the black halo had wrapped all the gargoyles, the bone staff in Jolin's hand pointed fiercely to the ground at this moment.

"Bang, bang, bang"

Dark, with a strong corrosive magic power exploded on the gargoyle's body at this moment, although the power of a single was not strong, but gathered together, it still killed 7 gargoyles at once, the orc warlock took a breath, turned around and made an OK gesture to Salby, Sal held the human boy, and looked back, under the hills behind him, in the orc and human team-up strangulation, these resurrected corpses were also quickly scattered in the formation.

"Individual undead are easy to deal with, but once they unite and become a behemoth, it can be very troublesome."

Thrall looked worriedly at the strangled undead in front of him, and he thought back to what Arthas had just said, and he seemed to have seen a bad future.

"I can't imagine how many corpses are buried under this land. And those who are resurrected dead, when they are completely united, who else can deal with them? ”

"Some troll clans also have a tradition of making heartless zombies, where fire and sacred spells can inflict horrific damage on them, and although the appearance is different, the spell basis is definitely the same, as long as the manipulator is killed, these undead will turn into a mass of scattered sand."

Woking walked up to Sal, and the young and mysterious troll whispered:

"But I'm more curious, what are they going to do when they're gathered in this place? Do you want to capture the human city called Lordaeron? I'm afraid you can't do it just by relying on these low-level undead, right? ”

Thrall shook his head and did not answer the question, for he did not know the answer himself, and after the battle, while the knights were escorting the civilians to the containment sites around Lake Lordanmere, Thrall took an opportunity to come to the side of the tired Arthas, and the young orc rubbed his fingers and whispered:

"Whether it is the entire human empire or the kingdom of Lordaeron, it is now facing a situation full of smoke, Arthas, I admire your will and actions to protect the common people, but the question is, even if you try your best, how many people can you help? Listen to me, you've got to do it another way. ”

"Huh?"

Arthas looked up, his blue eyes undisguised his extreme exhaustion, and the prince looked at Thrall and asked:

"What do you mean?"

Thrall looked cautiously to the left and right, and after making sure that no one would hear, the young orc said:

"I, along with your Emperor, and my Mentor, and the Prophet Viren, have visited the Night Elves of Kalimdor, and your Emperor and the Elves have come to an agreement."

"You can't destroy the enemy and save your people at the same time, you can only choose one thing at a time, Arthas, you have to find a safe haven for the civilians before the most brutal war spreads."