The Burning Plains originated from a catastrophe 300 years ago.

It was at the end of the Battle of the Dwarves Three Hammers, facing the two clans of Copperbeard and Brute Hammer, the Black Iron Dwarves living in the Red Ridge Mountains were defeated, and the ruler of the clan at that time, Prince Sorisen Sr. summoned a monster with an evil altar, he tried to reverse the defeat in this way, but unfortunately Old Thorrison's luck was not good, he summoned the most violent and depraved fire elemental king of the four elements.

Manifested in the arrogant flames of Safron is the Lord of the Fire Demons. Visions of Ragnaros.

Although it was only an illusion of power, the terrifying power possessed by the Elemental Lord was transmitted to the world of Azeroth through the altar, tearing the largest mountain range in the Stormwind Kingdom, the Red Ridge Mountains, in half, and the roaring volcano rose in Ragnaros's roar, and the original forests and plains were flooded with scorching magma, and all life was swallowed up.

When it was all over, the Burning Plains appeared, and the old leader of the Black Iron Dwarves died, and his recklessness led to the Black Iron Dwarves being enslaved by the Fire Demon King, and until now, the curse of enslavement has been engraved in the bones of the Black Iron Dwarves, making them never free again.

Even after 300 years of vicissitudes, there are still only ashes and despair entangled in this land.

Tyrion sat in the northwest corner of the Blackstone Mountain, which had completely disappeared, reaching out to tease the ghost owl on his shoulder, and holding three rough stones in his other hand, seemingly picked up and played with.

The once towering Storm Altar and the rolling mountain peaks here have been sprayed into a recessed crater by Malygos's magical breath, which is just behind the Blackstone Tower, and the orc scouts are blocked on both sides of the Blackstone Mountain at this time, and the Alliance scouts can't get here until they deal with the Orcs in the Blackstone Tower.

It's the perfect place to hide, and the restless magic here can also hide the necromantic energy that the Knights of the Darkblade can't hide, but sadly, when Tyrion came to this crater, he found Talon. The Bloodfiend shattered into a powdered corpse, but failed to find his soul.

That deceitful warlock must have somehow shed the golden cicada's shell.

"There's movement in the Blackstone Tower!"

A hoarse voice rang out behind Tyrion, and the Death Knight didn't look back, the moontalon that landed on his arm let out a chirp, flapping its wings and landing on the shoulders of the watchers behind him, affectionately taping the cold owl helmet.

This is Nassar, the Blood Warden currently in charge of reconnaissance by the Knights of the Darkblade, she and her three sisters still maintain their previous attire, but the dark green cloak and armor are dyed dark red, this is not Tyrion's bad taste, but they did it themselves, probably a change in mentality.

Nassa opened her hand, and the broken soul stone was fed to Moonpaw, and after the owl flapped its wings and flew away, Nassa continued:

"The humans opened the portal and sent a group of assassins into the Blackstone Tower, which is destroying the supply of the orcs, and the human commander is forcing the orcs out of the fortress in this way."

Tyrion nodded, his nose moving slightly, and whispered:

"It seems that I have given you too much freedom, and the smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, Nassa, if you continue like this, you will ruin yourself."

"So what?"

The Warden stood behind Tyrion with her waist crossed, no longer having the ascetic temperament she once had, and despite wearing the same style of armor, she was now the exact opposite creature of the past.

"I don't need to suppress myself anymore, that's what you told me, Tyrion! You tell me personally, I'm free... Do you want to limit me again now? ”

"Uh... No! ”

The Death Knight stood up and patted the dust off his body, he glanced at the Blood Warden behind him, and he whispered:

"You can do whatever you like, and if it makes you happy, you can rush into the human front right now and suck blood, I can act as if I didn't see it... But! ”

Tyrion's fingers rested on Nassar's shoulder, and the watcher subconsciously wanted to dodge, but her body was taken over by Salein's instinct at this moment, like a well-behaved cat, and Tyrion's cold fingers caressed her neck, which gave her neck goosebumps.

"But remember, Nassar, you are a member of the Knights of the Darkblade, and if the thirst for blood destroys your body, I will not hesitate to drain your soul and pour it into the body of another innocent elf... You know what I did, and you know that the rules of the living can't control the dead, and I don't care about it, and I don't think you want us to get to this point, right? ”

If she could, Nasa would have swung the knife wheel now and cut off the head of the guy in front of her, but she couldn't, and after more than ten seconds of silence, Nasa nodded humiliatingly.

"Excellent! Girl... That's it. ”

Tyrion whispered:

"I'm a man who is very afraid of trouble, so take care of yourself, take care of your sisters, just like Lady Mavi once took care of you, and try not to embarrass me."

Tyrion turned and waved his hand:

"Go, tell Glokush, get ready for the Necromantic Dragon, and when Lothar is dying, we'll come down from the sky and bring him back, and hopefully Mr. Medivan won't drop the chain, you see, it's a hassle to work with a group of people with evil intentions!"

Nassa turned to leave, but she hesitated, and after a few seconds, she said in a hoarse voice:

"Maybe I should tell you that a lady with the surname Windrunner is in this army."

"Huh?"

The Death Knight narrowed his eyes, and he shook his head:

"Go and do your thing."

The Blood Warden vanished like a shadow into the magical crater, and the Death Knight moved his fingers, clenching his fist, then releasing it, and finally clenching it again.

"Women, do they all like to be nosy?"

On the other side, at the same time that the death knights began to prepare for the "airborne rescue", in the blackstone tower, the last fortress of the orcs, the heavily armed orc warriors were nervously searching every dark alley in this mountain city.

The magic fluctuations of the mages could not hide from the shamans of the tribe, and at the moment when the teleportation fluctuations were generated, the orcs of the Fireblade Clan and the Blackstone Clan were mobilized without the need for orders from the Great Chieftain.

Although the chiefs of various clans have conflicts on weekdays, in this desperate situation, everyone knows that if they don't join together, they will die.

The first infiltrating Assassins were soon spotted, and they threw the incendiary grenades in their hands specially prepared for this operation, and in an instant, the road leading to the Blackstone Tower Tribal Warehouse was completely covered in flames.

"Let's go!"

A human assassin was struck in the abdomen by an axe flying from beyond the flames, he fell to the ground covered in blood, this guy was blind in one eye, the only eye that was left shone with dying fear and burning hatred, he held two green high-explosive bombs in his hands, he turned his head and screamed madly at his brothers who still wanted to rescue him:

"Let's go! Go burn their grain! ”

"I can't live... I don't want to live anymore! I'm going to accompany my wife and children, and if it's a brother, I'll help me kill a few more greenskins! ”

A flash of sadness flashed in the eyes of the leader of the Assassin captain, he gritted his teeth, and with a wave of his hand, four Assassins followed him, rushing forward, the blind Assassin curled up in the flames, feeling the pain of his clothes and skin being ignited.

He heard the furious roars of the orcs, and in the raging flames in front of him, he seemed to see his gentle wife and wise son, who was only a small farmer in the Elwyn Forest, and did not have a good life, but at least with the company of his family, but the orcs burned his farm and burned his family alive in the house.

That bone-eating hatred had swallowed him up, and he lived until now for this moment.

"Get all of you bastards out of this world!"

The orc shaman burst through the flames and watched the bloodthirsty orcs pounce on him, a smile of satisfaction on the burned face of the dying assassin, but in that terrifying countenance, it looked so hideous.

"This is MI7 in return! Chop Pieces! ”

"Boom"

The high explosives made by the pygmy engineer Ella produced a terrible explosion in this closed passage, and the all-devouring flames rolled up the solid stones around them like a dragon, and in the rubble and flames, the red-hot iron nails in the explosives became a whistling nightmare, and the two orcs were killed on the spot, and the shaman hiding in the back was also pierced through the chest by the flying iron nails.

There may be no such thing as retribution in this world, but the orcs may have been prepared for the most brutal revenge when they slaughtered humans.

"Boom Boom"

The Great Chieftain was already alarmed, and he led the Kukaron Guard to the warehouse where the orcs stored war materials, and everything that stood in their way, whether human or orc, was brutally cut down, and Orgrim knew better than anyone the results of the burning of these materials.

Soon, he appeared in front of the intact warehouse, but before the Great Chief could smile, a human figure jumped out of the shadows, wearing black leather armor, a dagger around his waist, a black mask, covered in blood, and terrible wounds, but the human assassin was strong and looked like a warrior.

He looked directly at Orgrim with his gray eyes, and the Great Chief was watching him, instinctively telling Orgrim that he should have seen the human in front of him.

"Elton, Captain of His Majesty's Royal Guard."

The elite Kukaron Guardian roared and pounced on the humans in front of him, and in the final moments of his life, the eccentric Assassin introduced himself and the purpose of his presence in a hoarse voice.

"The despicable assassination has deprived me of my allegiance to my majesty, and I have turned my back on my honor to save my life for this moment!"

"Orgrim! The last hope of the tribe, your last hope... I'm sorry, I took it! ”

"Boom"

The sharp axe of the Kukaron warrior slashed into the body of the chief of the Elton guard, and at the moment of the blood splashed, the high-explosive bomb in the hand of the chief of the guard exploded, and the bombs and incendiary bombs that had been planted by the assassins in the orc quartermaster warehouse were continuously ignited, and this number of serial explosions completely blew up the tower where the orcs hid war materials in just an instant.

In the scorching flames, the undamaged Great Chief, protected by the shaman's spells, had dull eyes, and his tall body shook at the sight of the explosion in front of him throwing the remaining stones of the tower into the magma dozens of meters below.

He knew very well that in this case, the human race would inevitably fight back, and the war materials were an important guarantee for the tribe to hold out until the reinforcements arrived, and he deployed the strongest orc warriors here, but he still underestimated these humans who had lost everything because of the tribe's invasion, and underestimated their madness.

"Open the door..."

Orgrim muttered to himself, the Kukaron Guardian beside him flickered, and the next moment, the Great Chief rolled over and grabbed him by the collar, the expression on his broad face completely distorted, almost like a beast that wanted to choose and devour.

"I said it! Open the door! Fight to the death with the Dogs of the Alliance! Today! ”

On the other side, the mage's portal opened again, and Shore, covered in blood, fell to the ground, and Marshal Lothar stepped forward and picked up the new leader of MI7, who was clutching the marshal's wrist like a demon crawling out of hell, and he said in a deep voice:

"The time for the decisive battle has come, marshal... Ogrim has no way back! Mission accomplished..."

"Next, the... It's time for the fighters to play! ”

Before he could finish speaking, Shore's face twitched, the wound in his abdomen cracked again, and at the roar of the marshal, he turned his head to see that the 1,500 assassins who had rushed into the Blackstone Tower with him had only returned, and less than 300 had returned, and this terrible loss made Shore's heart twitch as if it were torn.

But he had to... With a noble sacrifice, win the Alliance, pave the way for the rebuilding of the Stormwind Kingdom, and let MI7, which has already broken bones by the orcs, regain the soul of the Assassin!

And did the Assassins win?

Of course they won!

With their own crazy sacrifices, they have driven Orgrim and his tribe to a real corner... This is the power of hatred, this is the power of the mad assassin, the power that can turn the war around, the power that can seal destiny!

You see, rabbits can bite even if they have red eyes, and... It hurts!