Stone Claw Mountains, Stone Dwelling in the Scorching Sun.

This land was once the territory of the Night Elves, but like most of Kalimdor, after the explosion of the Well of Eternity, the Cadores only maintained a minimum level of attention to these lands that did not have much use of resources.

In fact, they only symbolically had two garrisons on the land, and the Night Elves had never thought of a gaffe like war in a land full of sharp pinnacles until the minotaurs migrated from the Bleak Lands.

The sluggishness of the immortals made them a little unconcerned about these things, but in fact, the situation was changing much faster than the elves imagined, and when these long-eared fellows began to face up to the threat of the tribe, they were stunned to find that not only the Stoneclaw Mountains, but even in other areas under their control, the power of the tribe had appeared.

The brutal Battle of Mount Hyjal has far from recovering from the damage done to Kadore, and in the 6 years since the battle, their control over most of Kalimdor has been weakening, so after a legion of Stormwind secretly entered the Stonetalon Mountains, the Night Elves took a tacit approach to the actions of this third-party ally.

The Vanguard Camp, which is at the forefront of the Alliance Legion less than 3,000 meters from the Minotaur's Scorching Sun Cave, is where the clash between Kane Bloodhoof and Varian took place.

There is a unit of the Seventh Legion of Stormwind City, and General John Hawthorn is the commander of this front, and General Hawthorn has been a little uneasy for the past two days, not only because of the persistent sneak attacks and abuse of those minotaurs, but also because this veteran who has experienced the baptism of orc wars and undead wars is more worried about other things.

Just a week ago, some orcs settled in the Scorching Sun Stone Dwelling, and although the orcs and minotaurs were part of the same tribe, at least in the Stonetalon Mountains, the camps of the two races were separated, but now they converged.

This unusual act made General Hawthorne's veteran instincts go wild, and the warning from the deepest part of his heart was telling him that those damned orcs were coming for them!

The general immediately called for help from the Night Elf camp in the rear, but the next morning, an uninvited guest visited the vanguard camp... He was brought in.

"Who are you? soldier!"

Hawthorn frowned, led the guards to the center of the camp, he looked at the person lying on the stretcher in front of him, he was wearing a Stormwind uniform, but now it was covered with wounds, the miserable wounds were full of blood, and even his left arm was cut off by a sharp blade, if it weren't for the nameplate in the soldier's hand, Hawthorn would definitely think that this was a corpse at all.

"Do you have any news for me?"

The general lowered his body and approached the guy whose face was extremely pale, probably sensing someone approaching, and the guard, who only had one breath left, opened his eyes suddenly, grabbed Hawthorn's hand with his remaining arm, and screamed in a hoarse voice,

"Hurry up and help... Save Your Majesty! Theramore! He's been ambushed! Go!"

"What!"

General Hawthorne's face changed drastically, and even the soldiers around him began to exchange heads, and the general grabbed the soldier's shoulder, lifted him directly from the stretcher, and shouted,

"Identify yourself!

"Stormwind... The royal guard... Gmerson... Just go... Save..."

The old general wanted to hear more, but it was too late, and the soldier died after struggling to say that, and the general hurriedly reached into his pocket, trying to find anything to prove his identity.

General Hawthorn knew the news that King Varian had arrived in Theramore yesterday for the Leaders' Conference, and when he heard the bad news from the soldier, he instinctively sensed that something was going wrong, and when he took a ring from the soldier's pocket, the general was stunned.

Varian's untouched Urian family sigil, which still had colorful blood stains on it, as a general, he had more than once had close contact with this ring, and he could be sure that this thing was real, this was the emblem of the Urion family patriarch, under what circumstances could Your Majesty let it leave his body.

"Gather the soldiers!

The first thing the general did when he came back to his senses was to shout at the herald behind him, "Everyone!

"General, calm down!"

The adjutant hurriedly grabbed Hawthorn's shoulder and whispered, "We can't take the initiative to go to war with just one ring!

The adjutant's reminder calmed the old general a little, and he nodded,

"Then send the news of the king's attack back to Stormwind, discern the authenticity, and send a signal for help to the Night Elves in the rear, everyone is ready! Once the news is confirmed, we must break through the tribe's blockade and enter Theramore from the Barrens as soon as possible... If Your Majesty is really attacked... War, war is about to begin!"

As soon as Hawthorn had finished speaking, a fierce warning bell rang back from the outpost at the front of the camp, and all eyes were focused there, and then they heard the heart-rending shouts of the sentinel,

"The Horde!

The general and the adjutant looked at each other, and the next moment, Hawthorn held the ring in his hand, his eyes became sharp, and blood-colored anger began to surge in his body, and his loud, sonorous voice sounded in the camp,

"Soldiers of the Alliance! the tribe thinks they can defeat us, and tells them with their swords how stupid they are!!!

Outside the vanguard camp, an orc with a dragon's throat emblem painted on his arm was brandishing a battle axe in his hand and roaring loudly.

"Warriors of the Horde, cunning Alliance Dogs have ambushed our Great Chief, killed them, and then go and rescue the Great Chief!"

"Charge with me!"

Behind him, heavily armed orcs and minotaurs roared in unison, and in the distance, the goblins' engineering cannons rang out.

War... Here we go!

And the war will definitely not start in this place alone!

In the center of the Eastern Continent, the Twilight Highlands, this is the traditional territory of the Brute Hammer Clan, one of the three dwarven clans, where the original capital of the Black Iron Kingdom, Grimbaatar, is located, and of course, the cursed city has been uninhabited and abandoned for hundreds of years.

Some time ago, the return of Kudran Brutehammer, one of the five heroes of the Outlands, really excited the dwarves of the Brute Hammer clan for a long time, which was still considered a symbol of the rise of the Brute Hammer, but less than 1 year later, the new threat made the joy and excitement of the Brute Hammer dwarves be extinguished.

Dragonthroat Orcs!

Ever since the Dragonmaw Orcs who joined the tribe and fought in Northrend brought back to their clan the specialty of Northrend, the Savage Progenitor, the Orcs who once boldly enslaved the Red Dragon Queen, they have mastered the means of taming this beast in the shortest possible time, so the Dragon's Throat Orcs, who were previously suppressed by the Brute Hammer Dwarves, have regained control of the sky!

The griffin of the brute hammer did not have an advantage in front of the savage progenitor dragon, and the dragon-throated orcs, who had a manic temperament and did not join the tribe, once again held the heavy axe of war, of course, the defeat more than ten years ago made them more cautious, and did not launch a full-scale war at the first time, but only a tentative attack.

Today, though, the dense crowd of dragonthroat orcs stood outside their camp, and in the sky above them, an extremely large number of Ancestral Dragons soared.

The dragon-throated orc standing at the forefront raised the halberd in his hand and roared loudly,

"Brothers of Dragonmaw, I have received the news that the Alliance and the Horde are at war! This is our chance! We are going to complete the unfinished mission of our ancestors 20 years ago! We are going to use the battle axe in our hands to win a new world for the orcs!"

"And this time, we won't fail again!"

"With the support of the Horde, we will surely defeat the weak humans, the damned dwarves!"

"I, the Chief of the Dragonthroat Clan, Malkorok, officially announce that the Dragonthroat Orcs will join the Horde from today, and our first mission is to completely capture the Twilight Heights for the Clan!"

"Brothers, the souls of 20 years ago watched us from the sky, and we will commemorate that defeat with a massacre!"

"In the name of the Horde! Beat the drums of war and let the war begin!"

"For the Horde!"

The fierce-looking voice of Malkorok echoed throughout the camp, and countless dragonthroat orcs raised their arms and shouted, "For the tribe!"

In this carnival of war and death, there was only one person hiding in the corner, looking at his compatriots who were already fanatical around him with some despair.

Zaira's fists clenched, and as an orc who had fought in the War of the Dead and had been promoted to Overseer, she looked angrily at the figure at the forefront, Malkorok had once been her compatriot, but now, he had undoubtedly become a careerist.

The most terrifying thing is that Zaira knows that relying on Malkorok's muscular head, he will never come up with such an idea to wage war in the name of the Horde, so behind him, there are other people who control it all!

Zaira felt chills all over her body, but she knew what to do.

"Orgrimmar... I hope you don't go crazy with them!"

"Bang"

Anduin's fists slammed into the table in front of him, and the power of the high-ranking paladin caused two cracks to appear on the hard wooden table, but now, no one in the entire council paid attention to this, and the little prince, who was temporarily the leader of the country, the auxiliary general Wendthor, Duke Leorik, and other high-ranking officials of Stormwind fell into a kind of silence when Varian went to Theramore for the leadership meeting.

"Say it again!Major Samuel!What's wrong with my father?!"

The little prince asked word by word, the voice was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and with the fluctuation of his emotions, the oath keepers and guardians of truth who he kept at his hand also emitted brighter and brighter light.

The royal guard, who was half-kneeling in front of all the officials, Major Samuel, the chief of King Varian's personal guard, was in a very bad condition at this time, a hideous wound almost tore his chest, his face was extremely pale, and the military uniform that he had not had time to change was full of blood and disgusting scraps of flesh.

Major Samuel's body trembled in the face of the prince's questioning, not out of fear, but out of anger.

"His Majesty Varian was seriously injured when he was in a dastardly ambush by the tribe when he participated in the leadership meeting, fortunately, the Draenei prophet Lord Viren broke through the blockade of the tribe and brought his majesty into a place in Theramore to recuperate, and the dwarven king Magni, the elven high priest Tyrande, His Majesty Dareen of Kul Tiras, and Queen Lordane Kaliya were all seriously injured or captured by the tribe!

The agitated Major Samuel tugged at the wound, he let out a cry of pain, and tremblingly took out a broken scepter from his close-fitting clothes, and raised it high.

"Your Majesty ordered me to ask for help from Stormwind, and Corporal Germerson went to the Stonetalon Mountains to ask for help!

Anduin took the severed scepter, a symbol of his father's hand, and sat back in his seat in a bit of a dismay, his mind in turmoil, but the thought that he might lose his father made him feel the urge to rush to Theramore.

It was at this moment that three hurried magicians strode into the council chamber, each holding urgent messages from three places.

"Your Highness, the Dragonthroat Orcs of the Twilight Highlands have waged an all-out war against the Hammer Dwarves in the name of the Horde!

"This is an urgent call for help from General Garrad of Fort Watch!The Blackstone Orcs hiding in the Swamp of Sorrow have broken out of the encirclement again, and they have united with the Gulabash trolls of the Valley of Thorns to besiege Fort Watch!"

"Report to Your Highness, 10 minutes ago, we received the last magical letter from the Stonetalon Mountains... The front of the Vanguard Army fell completely, and General Hawthorn... Die. ”

"Whew"

Anduin jerked up from his seat, his eyes full of anger, like a young lion cub who had been thoroughly enraged,

"Marshal Leoric, assemble the Morgan Legion and the Night's Watch Legion, led by you, to support the Watchtower!"

"General Grian Stallman, the command of the Moon Creek Brigade and the Shining Gold Brigade will be handed over to you, cooperate with Marshal Leoric!

"Marshal Wendthall, gather the Seventh Legion and all the warships, and go with me to Theramore!"

The little prince clenched his fists and stared at the scepter in his hand,

"Be sure to bring my father back!"