The nearest eastern kingdom is very peaceful, with no wars, no conflicts, not even small village fights.

After the federal government recruited the sheriffs of various towns and incorporated them into the administrative system, many mercenaries who had force and courage, but were separated from the federation for various reasons, saw the hope of "being a good person".

Of course, the recruitment of sheriffs in various towns is a complicated work, and with the current administrative efficiency of the Federation, it will not be completed in 3 or 4 months, but the training of the first batch of sheriffs has already begun in the training ground of Kazmodan District, and it will not be long before these former mercenaries will truly integrate into the federal system and become an important force in maintaining local law and order.

From then on, the Federation will have a full-time army at its disposal, which on the one hand saves administrative efficiency, on the other hand, it also eliminates the security hazards brought by mercenaries, and finally makes the citizens of each town feel that the taxes they pay are being used in good places.

This is a multi-pronged thing, which fully reflects the ruling idea of the Supreme Council of the Federation: "differentiation + assimilation + grassroots control", and the implementation process of this decree is just in the eyes of the Alsacians who traveled in the Federation, as for how much they can learn, it is difficult to say.

And just as the newlyweds Arthas and Gianna were eating, drinking, and merry, and were about to approach the North County, the Grand Lord Tyrion, who had built a forward base in the Dead Realm, also received a very "special" message, to be precise, it was attached to an enemy intelligence report sent by the Darkblade Intelligence Bureau.

The information collected by the Dark Blade Intelligence Bureau in the whole world, every half month, will be gathered into an enemy report and sent to Tyrion, most of which are some analysis of the movements of hostile forces, all of which seem to be some data, this is a routine system, and the real big news is generally reported by the shadow himself, or directly observed by Tyrion.

So in general, this thing doesn't have much oil and water, but this time in the enemy briefing, the big lord saw something interesting.

"The Broken Isles war escalating?"

Seeing this title, Tyrion couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, he knew that in the past two years, there were many demons who had "smuggled" to Azeroth through the world barriers, but most of them were divided into two places, one was the Shadow Fortress in the Felwood Forest, and the other was the Shattered Isles, where the Dreadlords were planning something on that island near the Maelstrom, and it was said that they had instigated the Viku tribe in Storm Bay and caused panic throughout the Broken Isles.

But so far, the demons don't seem to be showing signs of a large-scale war, and they seem to be looking for something.

The High Lord flipped through the scout's report, of course he knew what the demons were looking for, in fact, he was also waiting for one of these opportunities to come, this report was very short, full of war correspondent style, the scout said that several large Viku tribes bewitched by the demons had begun their march to the north of Stormfjord a few days ago, and seemed to intend to climb over the snowy mountains and start a war with the Minotaurs in the mountains northwest of the bay to the high ridges.

The news made Tyrion's eyes narrow, he put down the bulletin in his hand, rubbed his forehead, and after thinking for a moment, Tyrion's figure disappeared into the busy world of death like a construction site.

Later that day, the four war regiments that were serving as garrison missions in various parts of the eastern continent were given orders to organize their armaments and prepare for the deployment, but unlike the previous transfers on the eve of every large-scale war, this time the movement of the war groups appeared very calm, and did not even alarm the Federation.

But the Lords of the Dead and the Forgotten Kings, who have been ordered to act, are well aware that war is coming... And judging by the scale of this mobilization, it must be a big war!

It's just that... Where is the battlefield? Who is the enemy?

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While the Darkblade Legion was quietly deploying troops, far away in the Broken Isles, the indigenous minotaurs of the High Ridge had already fallen into a desperate situation that had suddenly arrived.

The Supreme Ridge, a towering mountain in the middle of the Broken Isles near the Maelstrom near the center of the Endless Sea, has an average higher elevation than the entire Broken Isles, which were "pushed" into the Endless Sea by the Great Bang 10,000 years ago, and are almost isolated islands that deviate from their normal course.

Over the past millennia, few people have visited this wild, pristine land, except for a few explorers, pirates, and the fleets of Kurtiras, and even on the two continents, there are few legends about the Broken Isles, which are almost as similar to the Outer Lands.

But the Broken Isles are not simple, first of all, the druids of the Council of Cenarion have recreated the embodiment of the Emerald Dream in the present world in the central area of the Broken Isles, on the plains close to the highest ridges, the land called Valsara, the third sacred place for the druids in addition to Mount Hyjal and the Moonlight Glade, even the most powerful druids Malfurion. Fury, all of them were trained in Valsara.

Of course, 10,000 years ago, the land of Valsara was part of the Elven Empire.

The High Ridge is home to a tribe of minotaurs called the Kaolin tribe, these eccentric minotaurs have the same ancestors as the minotaurs currently operating in Kalimdor, and the most hangy thing about the High Ridge Minotaurs is that they have participated in the ancient war as a clan, and have been allies of the Night Elves like the boar people and bear people.

The legendary Minotaur chief of the year, Hunn. Gao Ling commanded the Supreme High Ridge Minotaur warriors and night elves and dragons to fight demons on the continent, and was blessed by the nature spirit Elot, who is known as the strongest wilderness demigod, the guardian of the way, and the descendant of the purifying spirit White Deer Malon, who is willing to follow Hunn. Takamine traveled around and gave the Supreme Takamine Minotaur the blessing of nature...

Well, this blessing is very powerful, but it is embodied in a slightly strange form, before that, the Supreme Minotaur was no different from the current Minotaur, but after being blessed, the horns of the Supreme Minotaur became huge antlers similar to herding deer, so it seems that they are taller and more robust than the Minotaurs who currently inhabit Thunder Bluff.

Of course, the entire five lands of the Broken Isles, except for Valsala and the Supreme Ridge, the other three lands all contain different secrets, but that is a matter for later, in short, today, the Minotaur warriors of the Kaolin clan of the Supreme Ridge are in the Great Chieftain, the mighty Ulan. Led by Gao Ling, they gathered from their respective villages, and more than 6,000 powerful Minotaur warriors formed a military formation at the confluence of Supreme Ridge and Stormfjord.

In the sky above them, the 2,000 Minotaur Sky Knights of the Tianjiao tribe rode on their domesticated giant eagles, carrying heavy crossbows and covering the land for the reconnaissance of the army, these harrier eagles were huge, with wings spread nearly 7 meters, enough to carry heavy Minotaurs to fight at high altitudes.

The Minotaur shamans of the Rivermane tribe picked up the ancient totems and placed them around the army, calling on the elemental power to bless the army with various buff magic, in addition to the minotaurs, there was also an army of strange creatures on the flanks of the army, they looked indescribable, like strange creatures with short heads and legs, distorted faces, covered with rocks on their bodies, some of them were armed with weapons, some were holding staffs, and the power of the earth permeated their bodies.

The creatures' name is Dragobar, which translates to lingua franca, presumably "rock trolls", but these creatures are far from trolls in appearance, in other words, even hunchbacked, fanged, hideous-looking trolls are better looking than these abstract drogbars.

But ugly is ugly, Drogebal is still a very powerful race in the Supreme Ridge, they signed an alliance contract with the Minotaurs thousands of years ago, but because there are few wars in this land, so how far can the contract between the two sides be implemented, even the great chief Ulan, who led the army to fight. Kaolin has no bottom.

The tall, gray-haired minotaur chieftain, dressed in armor and carrying a giant crossed totem with a steel halberd stood solemnly on the edge of the ridge, and from this vantage point he could clearly see the Viku legion spreading up the mountain path below.

Those tall barbarians were a little different from the Viku people in Ulan's memory, their rugged faces shone with a strange dark green light, some berserkers had green halos in their eyes, and there were some problems with their armor, in Ulan's memory, it was difficult for the Viku people who were still in the tribal system to forge such armor with magic patterns.

What's more, there are still some demonic warriors in the military formation of those Viku, which already shows the fall of these invaders! More than 30,000 battle-ready Viku barbarians formed a legion and marched all the way to the High Ridge, their intentions no longer guessing.

"These Vikus were seduced by demons, and they accepted their powers."

Behind the chief of Ulan Da, the leader of the Rivermane tribe, a female shaman with a staff, Jie'er. Rivermane sniffled and sniffed at the smell of sulfur in the air, and she whispered to the Great Chief:

"Give up the illusion of peace, Ulan, none of the three messengers we sent have returned... The people of Viku have already made up their minds, and behind this, there must be the support of those demons, don't forget the demons who would fall from the sky every day some time ago, we finally drove them out, and now, they are back. ”

"Leader Jie'er is right, Great Chief!"

Another veteran old minotaur carried a strange black lantern and said to the great chief:

"There is no second way to protect the people other than to drive them back to Stormfjord, it's time to fight, Ulan!"

The Minotaur nodded, he was the most courageous warrior of the Gaoling Clan, he was not afraid of the challenge of the Viku at all, but what really worried him was another thing, he looked back at the black and oppressive military formation behind him, he snorted, the golden ring on his nose moved, the tall Minotaur grabbed his halberd, and said to the two companions behind him:

"The blood totem still hasn't come... Turuk seems to have made up his mind, it's a pity, the high ridge, the river mane, the heavenly horn and the blood totem, the four major clans have been united for 10,000 years, but they fell apart at this time, I still don't know, why Tuluk refused our invitation, is it possible that the blood totem who has always been warlike is afraid of the Viku people and the demons behind them? ”

"It's not fear! Ulan! ”

The old minotaur priest with the lantern lowered his voice:

"Chief Turuk has always been ambitious, he's just waiting for an opportunity, he knows he's no match for you, so he's eager to see your defeat and then... Instead, or even more dangerous, maybe Tuluk and his blood totem are... Our enemies, like the evil Vikus in front of us, may have embraced new powers. ”

"This..."

Chief Ulan was reluctant to believe that Tuluk, who had traveled the Broken Isles with him as a child, would betray the faith of the High Ridge, but the current situation had made him doubt the friendship between the two sides, but it was not a priority.

"Pointe-Noire, now is not the time to talk about this! When this battle is over, I will personally question Turuk..."

Ulan. Gao Ling saw that the Viku people who had climbed the mountain road had already lined up the military formation, and according to what he knew about the Viku people, maybe in a few minutes, these warlike barbarian lunatics would start to charge, so he raised his halberd and strode to the front of the military formation, and the shaman Jie'er said a spell to apply to the Ulan chieftain, and the next moment, the Minotaur chief's voice resounded like thunder in the snow-covered land.

"Creatures of the High Ridge! You've all seen it! The degenerate Viku want to storm our land and slaughter our people! Take the heads of our loved ones and children to ask for credit from their new masters! ”

"But they won't succeed! Because, here we are! ”

Ulan. Gao Ling raised his halberd high, he picked up the horn at his waist, and shouted:

"Today! We will crush the megalomaniacal fantasies of the slaughterers! Today! We're going to fight it here! Today! We will not retreat! ”

"The Supreme Ridge, stand tall!"