The Alterac Mountains stretched north-east of the Beamon Empire and were home to the Wolfe Barbarian Talon tribe. Among the lofty mountains of Alterac are scattered more than a dozen werewolf clans, large and small, that make up the Barbarian Claw Tribe.

In the entire Beamon Empire, the population of the Wolf tribe exceeded two million, and they were mainly divided into four major tribes: Swift Wind, Howling Moon, Steel Fang, and Barbarian Claw, and there were more than ten small tribes. Among them, the Barbarian Claw tribe has a population of about 300,000, which is the smallest of the four major tribes, and the Iron Mane Clan, with a population of 50,000, is the largest clan among the Barbarian Claw tribes.

In a valley in the Alterac Mountains, a sprawling camp of humble houses and sharpened wooden fences make up a campsite. In the center of the camp, there stood a castle with a typical rough architectural style of orcs, and a huge dark red flag fluttered high above the castle. On the flag, a sharp wolf claw is depicted smashing a demon's head, and this pattern is the totem representing the Ironmane Clan.

This camp built along the valley is the stronghold of the Ironmane Clan, the Bloodclaw Camp, and the number of ironmane werewolves living in the Bloodclaw camp is close to 20,000, and the remaining 30,000 ironmane werewolves are scattered in dozens of villages within the territory of the Ironmane Clan. And the castle that stood in the middle of the Bloodclaw camp was the Shattered Skull Fortress, the ruling center of the Ironmane Clan.

In the Skull Shatter Castle, in a square made of strips of rock, a dozen werewolf teenagers in linen shirts gathered together and confronted one person. The person who confronted this group of werewolf boys was also a werewolf boy. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, his upper body was naked, revealing his strong and knotted muscles, and he was staring coldly at the teenagers with his hands on his shoulders.

Among the group of werewolf boys, the first one suddenly bared his teeth and let out a battle roar, and as the battle howl sounded, all the werewolf boys rushed towards the tall werewolf boy with his naked upper body.

After a burst of ping-pong punches and kicks, except for the naked werewolf boy, the rest of the werewolf boys all lay on the ground.

"Blade, you're the youngest high-level warrior in the clan, why do you always ask us a group of low-level warriors to practice boxing?

Blade rolled his eyes and said, "Mombasa, don't act as if I'm bullying you! Although I am a high-level warrior, I have not used my fighting spirit to suppress you. Everyone is just fighting with strength, and isn't it unfair to you that a dozen of you beat me up?"

"Anyway, we won't play with you anymore, every time we practice boxing with you freak, we will end up with bruised noses and swollen faces!" Mombasa lamented.

"That's it, that's it, we're not going to accompany you!"

"Blade, you can find someone else!"

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The other werewolf boys who had been knocked to the ground also got up from the ground and shouted in unison.

"Alright, alright, as you wish, I won't look for you again in the future. I'm eighteen years old, and when I'm done my salute, I'm going to the north to join the Bloodfang Cavalry and fight the rebels on the steppe!" Blade laughed.

"You're going to the Northern Grasslands?" By the way, the patriarch has been leading the Bloodfang Cavalry Regiment north for some time, I wonder what the situation on the grasslands is now? Blade, do you have any latest news?" asked Mombasa.

The patriarch in Mombasa's mouth is none other than Blade's father, the chief of the Barbarian Claw Tribe, the patriarch of the Ironmane Clan, and one of the four major overseers of the Empire. Since the Lionheart succeeded to the throne five years ago, Fury, who was originally a close friend of the Lionheart, has not only failed to go further in power, but has been gradually stripped of his military power, and even returned directly from the army to his hometown in the Alterac Mountains three years ago, which can be regarded as completely idle at home. But when the rebellion broke out in the northern frontier and the situation on the grassland fell into erosion, the Lionheart finally remembered the angry wind again.

Faced with the chaos in northern Xinjiang, Fufeng was ordered to lead his army north. However, in addition to handing over the Bloody Fang Cavalry Regiment, one of the four elite legions of the empire, to Furywind, the Lionheart Emperor did not allocate any more soldiers and soldiers, but only gave Fury the right to raise his own troops in the northern frontier.

Now the number of mercenaries who are causing trouble in northern Xinjiang has grown to more than 100,000, and the momentum is extremely huge. After the original 100,000 garrisons of the empire's northern Xinjiang battalion failed to suppress bandits one after another, there were only less than 40,000 old and weak remnants left. Fury Feng is not only facing the dilemma of being overstretched in terms of troops, but also facing the crisis of lack of food and grass. At this moment, all the Empire's military supplies are being transported to the front line of the Stalagmite Plateau in the northwest, because the Lionheart Emperor is fighting the mountain giants there. And Emperor Beamon's imperial expedition is absolutely not to fail. The Empire's Quartermaster Department was unable to take care of the angry Northern Expeditionary Army, and focused on the supply of the Western Expeditionary Army.

Just when the important ministers of the empire were talking about it, thinking that Fufeng was going north to suppress bandits this time, the soldiers were short of food, and a generation of famous generals was likely to sink in the northern Xinjiang, Fufeng still led more than 12,000 wolf cavalry of the Bloody Fang Cavalry Regiment to embark on a long journey to the north without hesitation.

As the son of the wolf leader, Blade is naturally much better informed about the northern frontier front, so Mombasa will ask him.

Hearing Mombasa's question about the military situation on the grasslands of northern Xinjiang, Blade's brows furrowed slightly, and he said with a somewhat solemn expression: "How can I say it, it's a mixed bag! As soon as the Blood Fang Cavalry Regiment arrived at the grassland, it fought several beautiful battles, but Rosen, the wing commander of the third wing, was killed in battle. Rosen is the Empire's 'Baturu' warrior, and his death has overshadowed the previous victory of the Bloodfang Cavalry!"

"The 'Baturu' warriors of the empire are at least ninth-level powerhouses, how can they easily die in battle? Could it be that Zhongji has fallen into the siege of traitors?" Hearing that the Bloody Fang Cavalry Regiment actually had a ninth-level powerhouse killed in battle, Mombasa couldn't help but be shocked.

Blade shook his head and said, "You just said the opposite! I heard that Captain Lawson led the team to ambush a rebel leader, but he was killed by the rebel leader, and none of the soldiers who went to ambush survived!"

"Sizzle!" Mombasa gasped and hurriedly asked, "What race is that rebel leader, what rank, what profession?"

The blade was silent for a moment before he said in a muffled voice: "It's a black elf, a seventh-level druid!"

"What?" Mombasa was stunned, "You're not kidding, are you?"

"I'm not kidding, I couldn't believe it when I first heard the news!, two years ago, I went to the royal city of Orgrimmar with my father to watch the game, and the captain of Lawson United entered the top eight in that competition, and I couldn't believe that he would be defeated by someone else, and it was a full two levels apart!" Blade said with a puzzled expression.

"It seems that among the rebels is also the Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger, Blade, you have to be more careful when you go to the northern grassland this time!" Mombasa became a little worried.

Blade didn't care about his friend's worries, but said proudly: "After I arrived in the Northern Grassland, I really wanted to meet that black elf when I had the chance. I am also level 7 with him, but I want to see how he can defeat his opponent by two levels in a row!"

Mombasa knew that Blade was a proud warrior, and it was not good to pour cold water on him in this regard, so he changed the topic and said: "Blade, did you choose a good target for your coming-of-age ceremony? Is it a Warcraft?"