At this moment, Kudran's mind turned a thousand possibilities. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

For a moment, Kudran almost decided it was a conspiracy.

The timing was so coincidental!

The Eagle's Nest Mountain was attacked here, and you came over there, and I didn't even call for help!

This Duke is faster than the dead merchants who smell war and come to resell arms.

In the next second, Kudran smiled bitterly.

The entire Lordaeron continent is a pot of porridge, and the Brute Hammer Dwarves are not unaware. The Hammer Dwarves are not a completely closed race. Even the merchants who often travel to and from Eagle's Nest have told the Hammer Dwarves that the entire continent is at war.

From the Silverpine Forest in the west to the Hillsbrad Hills in the center, to the Arathi Highlands in the east, the Hammer Dwarves have always been indisputable, making them subconsciously reject the message that war is approaching.

In fact, just two weeks ago, he had received a long letter from Magni Copperbeard, detailing the unwarranted territorial claims of the orcs and the most barbaric genocide.

All those who resisted were put to death.

Even if they surrendered, dwarven slaves who found it troublesome or could not afford to raise them were put to death.

When the overseer is in a bad mood, he is still executed.

These savage greenskins don't take the lives of people other than their own race seriously.

Or, rather, not even the lives of their own people.

Unfortunately, it doesn't feel good right now. On one side are the robbers who have entered their own gardens, and on the other side are the treaties of the alliance under the city?

Duke saw Kudran's embarrassment: "No, no, no, the great King of the Brute Hammer. We're not the only ones here, at the behest of one of the Alliance's leaders, Magni Copperbeard, 50,000 of the Alliance's elite soldiers have lined up on the border of Hinterland, and with your permission, the Alliance's warriors will surely defeat these invaders for the Hammer Clan. Rest assured, there are no strings attached. ”

Dwarves are soft and not hard. Coercion and temptation will only make them give you a musket directly, and then they would rather fight the orcs to the end than beg for mercy.

Duke's practice of luring people first and then kicking people into the guild at least made the Hammer Dwarf much more comfortable.

"Well, in the name of the King of the Hammer Dwarves, I accept the Alliance's kindness. Just prove that what my relatives say is true, and the Brutehammer Dwarves will join your alliance. ”

Duke smiled and sent a direct magic message: "Illusia, let General Simos march quickly." ”

The elite of the Stormwind Kingdom, who had already prepared for a rapid march, discarded all food and supplies with the army, and trotted all the way to Hinterland with only weapons and equipment.

In the sky, Duke hugged Sylvanas's small waist and let Queen Xi rain arrows on the tribes that were running wildly across the land. At the same time, Duke uses the scanning of the system spirits to mark the trolls hiding in the woods and quickly kill them with magic.

However, there are still too many tribes.

The tribes scattered all over the mountains swarmed towards the Eagle's Nest Mountain without formation.

Half a day later, it was clear in the sky that the green tide of the tribe had collided violently with the silver steel torrent of the human race.

The well-trained elite soldiers of the Stormwind Kingdom, under the command of General Simos, moved slowly.

They discharged a sturdy shield wall with their spears exposed. Only after being baptized by the javelins thrown from behind the shield wall can the tribe be qualified to face this terrible shield wall.

Any effort to sweep away the cluster of spears was futile. Behind the two rows of sword and shield soldiers were three rows of spearmen, who repeatedly stabbed and retrieved their spears, ensuring that any one orc would have to face more than six spears at a time, which was definitely beyond the limits of an orc's martial arts.

The orcs slammed into the shield wall, which was broken in parts of the wall, and the defenders there were unable to fully withstand the orc's onslaught.

The ensuing rain of javelins gave the sword and shield soldiers time to repair their formation, quickly stepping over their fallen comrades to fill the gaps in their formation.

The troll on the opposite side also projected a spear, a primitive and rough stone-headed spear that had indeed caused a lot of trouble for humans.

However, the penetration of this spear is still limited, and it cannot be compared with the penetration of a metal spearhead.

When Simos ordered the sword and shield soldiers in front of him to be increased to three rows, the formation was finally stable.

The waves of orcs crashed against the shield wall, destroying even fewer parts. Comparatively, the Horde was hit harder.

When the third wave of tribes arrived, the FFF Regiment's flamethrower team arrived and directly taught the tribes how to behave.

General Simos was ready for a fierce battle.

But after the initial tribal onslaught, he found that the people who rushed out of the woods wielding weapons were actually tribal laborers.

Although these laborers also have a considerable will to fight, the combat power of the laborers can be compared to that of standard orc warriors, let alone the elite of the Blackstone clan.

The overall reduction in height, strength, and speed makes this battle more like a civil war between two human kingdoms.

When the sun went down, the battlefield at the foot of the Eagle's Nest Mountain was filled with the corpses of 40,000 orcs.

"A brilliant victory!"

On the battlefield, the dwarven warriors who were fighting on the front line all let out passionate cheers. Their new allies, the human warriors, mostly just smiled faintly, not looking much excited.

"Why, it's fashionable for humans not to even celebrate victory now?" asked one of the dwarven warriors.

"Believe me, as long as it's a human warrior wearing a griffin crest, each with a double-digit orc kill count, we've seen far more orcs than you. But the orc labor here today really can't excite us!" replied the elite warriors of the Griffon Legion.

Two hours later, in the throne hall of Eagle's Nest Mountain, Kudran Brute Hammer received Duke and his party. He used to think that most of the people in power were old-fashioned old men.

Apparently his preconceived notions were wrong.

With the exception of a human general in his forties or fifties, everyone present looked excessively young.

Duke Marcus, a young man in a blue-and-white mage robe, with a shaved chin, and deep black eyes, is their commander-in-chief.

And then there's a guy with a soft golden glow on his body who calls himself a 'paladin'.

Finally, an elf girl with a wild and rebellious temperament. Although Kudran didn't think she was cute, her brave and toned heroic appearance still won Kudran's favor.

It's rare to see so many special people in Kudran. In particular, the dozens of barrels of fine wine that Duke sent afterwards made him even more happy. Now, he's happy to get to know these people.

Dwarves are only brothers to men who can drink, and Kudran secretly makes up his mind that regardless of whether Duke is weak or not, the one who can drink is a brother!) )