Burning Plains. *With* Dream *Small* Say .lā

Hundreds of years ago, the "King of Black Iron" Sorison joined forces with the last 2 ** divisions of the Black Iron Clan to cast a spell to summon Ragnaros, the King of the Fire Demon.

Beyond the legendary spell, opened the passage between Azeroth and the fire elemental plane, part of the power of Ragnaros, the king of fire demons, came to this world from the fire elemental plane, and the surging energy of the fire elemental plane raised the original Red Ridge Mountain Range hundreds of meters, forming the current Blackstone Mountain.

Blocked by the firewall of Azeroth, the passage was quickly closed, but Ragnaros was soon able to use his own power to open up the underground magma layer.

For hundreds of years, flowing magma and flames poured up to the surface from the depths of the ground, flowing out of more than a dozen places in the Black Rock Mountain, and flowing to the surface.

The spurting volcanic ash stained the earth red and black-brown, and the intense flames and magma made the temperature of the scorching canyons and burning plains on both sides of the Black Rock Mountain rise by more than 20 degrees out of thin air, and even now, it is still more than ten degrees higher than other places.

Winter is fine.

In the summer, ordinary people simply can't survive here, even dwarves can't bear it.

Only the Black Iron Dwarves controlled by the Curse of Ragnaros are more resistant to fire than the other Dwarves and can survive unharmed.

It's March, and the earth is starting to warm up, and Stormwind and Lordaeron are definitely still a little cold, and it's only around 0 degrees in the early morning, but the Burning Plains are different.

Even at night, the lowest temperature here exceeds 20 degrees.

At noon, the sun is shining in the sky, and the temperature here even exceeds 30 degrees.

It's still remote.

The closer you get to Blackstone Mountain, the higher the temperature.

At the foot of the Black Rock Mountain, the midday temperature has reached more than 40 degrees.

It was in this life-threatening temperature that the warriors from Stormwind, under the leadership of King Varian and Marshal Reginald, defeated the patrol and alert forces of ogres, thorns, blackstone orcs, and black dragon legions, and came to the foot of Blackstone Mountain.

And here, camps were built:

Camp Storm.

Three days ago, they had teamed up with the Blue Dragon forces that had arrived here to defeat a massive night attack from the Blackstone Tower, and had gained a foothold here.

For three days, all the soldiers waited anxiously in the heat, wondering why His Majesty had delayed giving the order to attack.

Just spend it here?

Obviously, with a high temperature of more than 40 degrees, the Blackstone Orcs can afford it, but the warriors of Stormwind City can't afford it.

Maybe in a few days, without the Black Dragon Legion attacking, the soldiers will lose thirty percent of their strength due to heat stroke.

Many middle and low-ranking officers took the initiative to ask for orders several times, but they were rejected by Marshal Reginald.

Because this is the death order given by King Varian:

Don't attack!

The Black Stone Tower is easy to defend and difficult to attack, it is a mountain city built by hollowing out the Black Stone Mountain, and in terms of height and scale, it even exceeds Karazan several times.

Scout Detective, there are at least seven adult black dragons entrenched in it, and there are at least three legendary-level dragonman generals, the total number of young dragons of all colors exceeds a hundred, and the number of young dragons is countless, and the number of dragonmen exceeds three thousand.

In addition, there are more than 10,000 Blackstone Orcs entrenched in the Blackstone Tower, more than 20,000 Blackstone Orcs scattered throughout the Burning Plains and Scorching Canyons, as well as thousands of Burning Thorn Trolls, thousands of Fire Tree Trolls, and thousands of ogres.

Ten are to surround it, five to attack it, and to fight it twice.

The strength and combat power of the Storm Warriors are not comparable to the Blackstone Tower.

With the warriors of Stormwind City alone, it is impossible to break through the Blackstone Tower, even if you add the elite of Ironforge Castle, it is impossible.

King Varian and King Magni insisted on starting this war, in addition to their hatred for the Black Dragon Legion and the Black Iron Dwarves, there was another reason.

That's the real reason.

"Grand Duke, when will you come?"

In the camp council room, King Varian wears a suit of armor as cold as iron, and the cloak is a blue lion motif, which is the emblem of Stormwind.

He lowered his head, looked at the map on the table, locked his eyes on the blackstone tower in the center of the map, and slammed his fist at the table: "If he doesn't come again, we will have to launch a general attack!" Damn the ghost weather, the bronze-bearded dwarves can bear it, but the warriors of Stormwind can't carry it! ”

"Your Majesty, the Grand Duke is a trustworthy man, and since he made us wait, there must be a reason for waiting. Two months ago, he told us to wait for another troop, and we waited for Miss Harrin and General Kopotan, and we waited for the Blue Dragons. Without them, we would have died at least a thousand more of the best soldiers in these two months! ”

Reginald, the strongest pillar of the Azeroth Kingdom and the commander-in-chief of the Burning Plains War, shook his head and said, "Wait, Your Majesty. Even if you can't wait for more reinforcements, as long as the Grand Duke comes, it's enough! The Grand Duke alone is comparable to 10,000 elites! ”

"The Grand Duke alone is worth more than 10,000 elites? He alone is as good as five legions! Without him, Lordaeron would not have survived the Scourge attack, and I would not have been able to come back alive. Without him, perhaps Stormwind City has been controlled by Onexia, and the entire kingdom of Azeroth may have become the plaything of the Black Dragon Legion. ”

Varian's face was as sharp as a knife, and his gaze was determined.

His Majesty, the king who returned from slaying dragons, is already the most powerful warrior in the entire human world, even if he travels to the entire planet of Azeroth, among all the mortal warriors, he can still rank in the top five.

He awakened the wolf soul and initially fused the wolf soul, he and the Excalibur Salameni were a perfect match, and he alone was comparable to the legendary brother of the Night Elves in the Battle of Mount Hygar, or even stronger.

The rich experience and many near-death experiences made him fearless of life and death, and made him burst out with unprecedented courage from the depths of his heart.

The wolf soul gave him a wildness and ferocity that surpassed his previous precedents.

The two Varian kings became one, and the benevolent part was completely suppressed by the brave and wild part.

Now Varian is an enterprising, brave and decisive Varian.

He is already a true king, and he has the potential to become the supreme king of mankind.

Such a king will not be affected by anyone, not even Jiang Zheng, whose prestige is much higher than him.

The only person in this world who can touch the softness of his heart is his son "Anduin", not Jiang Zheng.

So hearing Marshal Reginald's words, Varian said coldly, although he was not unhappy: "I must be responsible for my soldiers!" I can't let them endure the heat here! We're here to attack the Blackstone Tower, not to waste it here! ”

"But we must wait, Your Majesty."

The king was so angry that even the head of MI7 "Madias Shore", one of Varian's most trusted people, who was standing next to him, did not dare to say anything, but Reginald was different.

He has always been a man who dares to say anything, and in his eyes, Varian is the king he must protect and obey, and the younger generation he has watched grow up.

As long as he thinks it is good for the king and the kingdom, he dares to say it, and he has to say it.

"The heat makes us irritable and makes us gradually ineffective, but we must hold on, my king."

Reginald said, "News from Lordaeron: The Grand Duke has helped the Hammer Dwarves purify Grimbaatar, and I think he should be here in a day at most!" As long as he comes, even if half of our soldiers fall, it's worth it! The Order of Court Mages will open portals and send the heatstroke soldiers back to Stormwind, but the others will have to wait here! It's not easy for us to hit here! ”

Varian took a deep breath, helpless.

Who let Stormwind not have the existence of the Grand Duke's level?

Who let the huge kingdom of Azeroth have no existence that can compete with the black dragon prince Nefarian?

They can only wait.

As the clock ticked by, the sun climbed higher and higher, and the temperature got higher and higher.

The heat makes people restless, uneasy, and dizzy.

At this moment, a spell flashed, and a group of mages came here.

"Gianna!"

Seeing the female mage at the head, King Varian's face finally showed joy.

He walked over quickly, swept his gaze, and saw that Gianna had brought more than a hundred mages, and his face showed surprise: "You brought the Theramore mage group?" That's great! Didn't wait for Nicholas, waited for you! You don't have to wait! Let's launch a general offensive at once! ”

"No, we have to wait! Varian, Nicholas went on a trip to Theramore, let me help you. We'll work together to weave a large frost barrier that will cool down this camp by ten degrees and save the warriors of Stormwind from heat stroke. ”

Gianna looked up at the Blackstone Tower, but her gaze seemed to penetrate the thick wall and saw the image of the man: "Give Nicholas a little time!" I think in a week at most, we'll have one more strong ally! ”