The war in Angasa continued, but compared to the bloody battle of thousands of troops and horses a day ago, the intensity of the battle that night was much lower, and when the sun pierced the sky the next day, there was only the smoke and tragedy left over from the first day on the battlefield, and there was no more sword impact and magic explosion. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, there are sporadic battles, but it is only a contest of scouts between the two sides, whether it is the coalition army or the undead, it takes a little time to prepare, just like two beasts that have just fought to the death, and they have to wait for the strength to refill their bodies before they can carry out the next round of death battles.

Although both sides were eager to immediately stab their fangs into each other's veins and deal it a fatal blow, they had to tolerate the guy on the other side lying there with scaly wounds all over their bodies, recovering the strength to kill themselves.

In fact, the initial counterattack and the results caused by that earth-shattering sword were not as great as they seemed.

It only gave the Coalition a strategic buffer, and Fort Vortagen and Warsong Fortress were submerged in the first wave of the Scourge of the Dead, but now, the Coalition has recaptured both places.

But that was the end of it, although the Grand Knight of Mograini and the paladins had advanced to the breached walls of Angasa at one point, Arthas had apparently noticed the importance of this place, and he could not allow it to fall, so the number and quality of the undead in that place were frighteningly high.

It's like a new wall made of flesh and blood.

No matter how strong Mograine's vengeance is, he still retains his sanity, and after failing to break through the defenses of the undead after two consecutive charges with the support of artillery fire, the great knight is angry, but he can only choose to retreat.

However, the significance of this battle is far more important than the results obtained, strategically speaking, the loss of Fortagan and Warsong Fortress has become the second line of defense in the original defense line of the coalition forces, and before the two fortresses, a new line of defense is rapidly taking shape, which makes the form of the battle more solid, and also makes the commanders happy.

From a psychological point of view, the advantage of this battle undoubtedly broke the soldiers' fear of the undead, a good warrior can not be afraid of his opponent, this negative emotion, will make the strength that could have played 100 points, not even 70 points.

The direct consequence of the spell being broken is a rapid increase in overall morale.

But this did not make the top of the coalition army complacent, the disadvantages of the period before the start of the war, almost everyone who watched could not forget, the kind of black torrent rolling in, crushing everything in front of them, can make people be directly awakened from their slumber, in fact, if it were not for the addition of the Knights of the Black Blade, the result of the battle would be...

So the day after the war subsided a little, the rulers rushed back to their countries and forces, and just last night, a resolution was passed, and until the war of the dead is over, the countries will continue to send more troops here to fight the undead and defend their upcoming victories.

There is also a cruel element in this resolution: in the next ten years, there will be no death penalty in all countries, and all prisoners, including felons and political prisoners, will be exiled to the battlefields of Northrend, and if they do not die, they will be freed after the war, and if they die... It is considered to be atonement.

It is worth mentioning that the first cannon fodder to arrive at the battlefield will be those pirates caught by Kurtiras, and the old fur seals who cross the sea will probably never imagine that most of them will end up in this cold and dim snowfield.

But no one will complain about those scum, after seeing the offensive of the undead scourge, no matter how soft-hearted people are, they have become tough.

It's like Dick said, this is a war that cannot be turned back, because to retreat means death, and there is no second option.

Garrosh sat a little tired on the orc line, he leaned against the cold brick wall, on which there was still black blood, and not far away, a smashed skeleton was thrown there, and his black eyes looked at the orc warrior, who did not look at the thing, but looked at the sky with some indifference.

He had just returned from Warsong Fortress on the front line, and had been on scout patrols all night, hacking down at least 7 Death Knights and countless walking corpse skeletons, and for the first time, the young orc felt that wielding a battle axe was also a force job, and at the end of the day, he even picked up the dwarven musket he picked up from the battlefield, at least that thing was much easier to kill the walking corpse.

"Hi dude, I've been looking for you for a long time..."

A figure from the left and the right came from behind, and sat next to Garrosh, with Dranos still bandaged on his arm, and Yorin, who was equally tired, who sat down and took out three oranges from his arms, one for each person.

"Tsk... It's so sour!"

Dranos coarsely peeled the orange and stuffed the flesh into his mouth, and the next moment, the expression on his face twitched, he grumbled, and then hit Garrosh with his shoulder,

"Dude, you seem to be in a bad mood, what's wrong?

Garrosh looked in the direction of Warsong Fortress in the distance and sighed,

"I attended a funeral there this morning, and just yesterday when the battle began, the 340 warriors who stayed behind at Warsong Fortress, all of them... It was the internal funeral of the Warsong Clan, and it was distressing for the old warrior to ask me to take over my father's position as the chief left behind and let me continue to lead them. ”

"As you know, Thrall has built a new tribe, and the people are living a lot better than before, I don't know if I should become the chief of the Warsong Clan, maybe it will cause division within the new tribe... And I found that many of the old fighters don't seem to be very happy with Saar..."

Yorin's face became serious, he nodded, and according to the tradition of the clan since he was a child, the one eye he kept shone with wisdom,

"You have a point, Garrosh, I heard a lot about Dragonroar and Blackstone Orcs from Warlocks when I was exchanging Warlock books in the Shadow Rift before, these clans have not experienced the establishment of new tribes, they still retain a strong hatred for humans, and some of them are not happy with Thrall's rule... Frankly, I think it's time to throw those guys here and show them what we're up to. ”

"But I do think Garrosh deserves to accept the position of chief of the Warsong Clan. ”

Dranos rubbed his chin and said to his brother,

"It's not because of how special that position is, since you've discovered signs of division within the Warsong Clan, you should take the responsibility that your bloodline has given you!"

He looked at Garrosh and patted him on the shoulder, "It's better to suppress them now than to see each other later." ”

"Whew, I'll think again. ”

Garrosh threw the orange in his hand far away, and said to Yorin, "Where did you find the orange, it's so sour!"

"Hey, you three!"

The voice from behind made the three young orcs turn around and see an orc wolf knight riding on a white war wolf, he waved his hand at the three of them, and shouted,

"Come with me, the Overlord of Sarufar has something to look for you!"

Garrosh hurriedly stood up, stepped onto the tamed wolf next to him with his brothers, and hurried towards the deepest part of the defensive line.

"You're on a special mission!"

Sarufar still had bandages on his chest and arms, and there were shocking blood stains on them, which were the wounds left by his battle with Rivendell of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse yesterday, and overall, the old orc earned it, because the hapless creature of Rivendell had died again.

During the retreat, he was cut off by Sarufar's axe, and his head was hung on the walls of the Warsong Fortress as a trophy.

Now in this hall, there were only Sarufar and the three young men opposite, as well as a human mage whom he had never met, and before the conversation began, a thick barrier had already shrouded the hall, ensuring that no one could hear what they were talking about.

"Remember, the contents of this mission are absolutely confidential!"

The old orc's gaze swept over the three people in front of him, and that kind of aggressive gaze made Dranos's spirit suddenly lift, although he didn't spend much time with his father, but every time he showed this expression, it meant that something really big had happened.

"The location of the mission is also classified, and I can't tell you the exact itinerary, but when you arrive, you'll know... I'll just say one thing! Give me a good memory!"

"Huh"

The bodies of the three people straightened, and Salufar nodded in satisfaction, and he accentuated his tone,

"All the trials, all the tests, all the everything, are for today, you will represent Orgrimmar in the greatest operation in the world, the results of your actions will directly affect the outcome of the war against the undead scourge, but remember one thing: if the mission is at risk of failure, I need you to withdraw as quickly as possible!"

Seeing that Garrosh had the idea of speaking, the old orc raised his hand and stopped him,

"Listen to me, I'm not encouraging you to flee the battlefield, but this is not only what I will say, but also the Bervar of the Alliance, you are the hope of the next generation, you can't die there in vain, in short, it will be a battle of glory, if you survive, you will benefit from it for the rest of your life. ”

"Okay, remember to keep it a secret... Stay for a moment, Dranoth, Garrosh and Yorin can go pack and head to New Hearthvale this afternoon, where a boat will take you where you need to go. ”

The two young orcs saluted the Overlord of Sarufar and turned to leave, while Dranos looked at his father and said,

"I'll protect myself, father, you don't have to worry about it!"

"No, kid!"

Sarufar sat down in his chair and waved his hand, a smile appeared on his face, "That's not what I'm going to say, of course, it's necessary to protect yourself, but there's something more to be happy about, I know you've always envied Garrosh's blood roar, and of course, I envied that guy when Grom was alive." ”

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. ”

Salufar looked at his son, as if he saw himself when he was young, the same bravery, the same perseverance, he would be the best successor of the Thunder King clan, thinking of this, the old orc showed a satisfied smile on his face,

"Don't envy him anymore, my son, I just got the news that you, through your performance, have won yourself the best weapon in the world... A weapon that belongs only to warriors!"

In the evening of the same day, in the harbor of New Hearthvale, three orcs with a simple salute on their backs stood on the dock talking, they had waited from the afternoon to the present, but they still did not wait for the ship to pick up, and the entire dock area had been blocked, and there were only these three guys in the huge dock, with the local cold wind, and the dim night, everything seemed to become ominous.

"Ah, these humans are really unreliable!"

Garrosh couldn't help but grumble, but just as he was about to say a second sentence, Dranoth's hand rested on his shoulder,

"Shhhh

The orc warrior subconsciously grasped his battle axe, and then saw a cold and faint light coming up from the bottom of the sea not far below, and the calm sea around him also began to roll, mixed with a low roar, it looked like some kind of sea beast was about to climb out of the sea.

The three guys were a little nervous, and Yolin raised his hand and blessed the three of them with a shadow protection barrier, but the next moment, the sea in front of them was suddenly separated, and a strange-looking "big fish" rose from the bottom of the sea.

I don't know if it was intentional or not, the icy sea water splashed three people, but before they could react, a secret door was opened on the fins of the big fish made of steel.

"Look who this is... Three orcs. ”

Brigadier General Matthew, dressed in military uniform, appeared at the door of the secret door with a command knife on his shoulder, and he looked at the three orcs with malicious eyes. Looking at their vigilant and defensive appearance, a cold smile appeared on the corner of their mouths,

"Ten years ago, my bullet had pierced your forehead, rookies, this is not a good time to settle the previous account, come on, just wait for you!"

With that, the brigadier turned sideways to make way for the three of them, and Dranos saw Baron, who was smiling at him behind Matthew, and immediately relieved himself, and then stepped on the pedals of the strange-looking engineering submarine first.

After all three had entered, Matthew himself closed the valve, and the whole submarine dived to the bottom of the sea again with a buzzing sound, and all waves were erased as if it had never appeared.

"Where are we going?"

Dranos asked Brigadier General Matthew curiously, who waved his hand without looking back,

"Sit in your seats, rookies, buckle up, it might be a bit bumpy in a while... As for where we're going..."

The Commodore turned his head and glanced at Dranoth, "Where we're going, it's called Hell!"