The war between the Black Dragon Legion and the Fire Elemental Legion is far more fierce than mortals imagined.

In this conflict between dragons and fire, as agents of both sides, the Black Stone Orcs and the Black Iron Dwarves used all their strength to curry favor with their respective emperors.

The tacit understanding and good looks.

Neither are good birds......

As a fighting nation where all the people are soldiers, Red. The black hand ruthlessly pitted the eldest brother Orgrim, and made up for the gap in the ratio of men and women in the clan, and was thinking about making a great cause, how could he fight to the death with the black iron dwarf.

And Thoresen did not let go of such a god-given opportunity, and wantonly used the battle with the orcs to eliminate dissidents and consolidate the royal power, anyway, whether it was the Black Iron Dwarf or the Black Stone Orc, he proved his loyalty to the Fire Demon King.

In one word, steady.

There is one road in Blackstone Mountain, two gates, and it is more ruthless to close the gate.

After suffering Uther, Carlos longed to become a bomberman.

Carlos, who had worked hard and was accustomed to Connor-style infiltration, learned Snake for a long time, and with a group of accomplices of all kinds of moths, he climbed the rock with his bare hands, dug holes, outflanked them, and abducted them, and finally crossed the road of Blackstone Mountain, which had never felt long before, and contacted the ambush soldiers arranged by Uther and Lothar, and finally opened the gate of the closed Blackstone Mountain.

All the way through, the imaginary front and back attacks did not appear, and the orcs and dwarves tacitly ignored this human army, just watched from afar.

Unexpected, but reasonable.

After more than forty hours of sleepless travel, rushing to the ruins of the burned fortress, there was a heavy silence as far as the eye could see.

The league won and lost.

Carlos and Uther arrived a whole day late.

The orcs were crushed, the humans were beheaded innumerable, and the seriously wounded Generalissimo Anduin. Lothar had closed her eyes forever.

a day ago.

As if he had been run over by the wheel of fortune, Tulayan picked up the broken Great Royal Sword on the battlefield and carried the battle to the end with the alliance that could still move.

The order of the Great Chief of the Tribe was conveyed very slowly on the chaotic battlefield, and no good thing happened that the orcs fled in the desert without a word of "retreat", and many more orcs did not hear the order of the Great Chief to retreat until they died in battle. It's a pity that with the retreat of the Chinese army, the defeat of the orcs in this battle is irreversible.

The scattered battles continued until the second half of the night, and it was not until the next day that the alliance barely gathered its personnel, and the wounded were rescued all over the world, and there was no time to even deal with the corpses of their fallen comrades, let alone those of the orc tribes.

After a long coma, Lothar woke up about the afternoon, looking at the countless pairs of excited eyes around him, the generalissimo gritted his teeth and held back the painful feeling in his heart, until his already severely dehydrated body was drenched in sweat again.

With the support of others, Lothar barely sat up, and then a mouthful of black blood gushed out uncontrollably.

The internal organs were all broken, and if it weren't for the paladins including Tulayan who kept up their sleepless infusion of holy light for Lothar to delay his injuries, the generalissimo might have died in a coma.

There was no joy of victory, and the warriors covered in filthy smoke gathered around Lothar, and from time to time there were sobs, and the irrepressible pain rendered the sky as the color of dusk.

Leaving people is always after dusk.

After inquiring about the situation on the battlefield, paying attention to the post-war settlement, and learning that the mysterious army was really reinforcements from the Alliance, Lothar breathed a long sigh of relief.

Tulayan held the broken Grand Royal Sword in both hands and tried to hand it back to Lothar, but the Generalissimo smiled and shook his head and refused.

Lothar's sobriety didn't last long, and great pain tortured his will.

Lothar knew that time was running out for herself.

"Tell Terenus to stick together. Tell Magni not to rush the dwarves. Tell Dalaran that the threat is never far away. Tell ......"

Lothar's energy was running out with these muffled voices.

"Tell, tell, tell Varian, don't cry, be be, become, become, ahem...... To be a man, to stand up to the sky, to be a hero, to be a hero like you. Children, you, all of you, all of you, are, heroes, are mine, proud, cough cough cough ......"

Lothar said this with difficulty, and the blood that poured out of her mouth was no longer black dirty blood, but pink blood foam......

This meant that Lothar's lungs couldn't hold on.

Lothar thought he was shouting, but he didn't make any sound except the movement of his lips, and Tulayan immediately knelt down beside Lothar, listened attentively, and then roared with all his might: "For the Alliance!" ”

Amid the weeping war cries, Lothar smiled and closed her eyes.

Uther wept bitterly, and a great sense of remorse broke the Lightbringer's inner defenses, and he fell to his knees in agony, hammering his chest and weeping silently.

Carlos was also very uncomfortable, his chest was clogged, and he was a little lost.

Anduin. Lothar is dead, still dead.

I thought about it, I could accept it, but I didn't want to accept it.

It was a real elder, a role model, alive and a legend, and even dying so brilliantly.

Does everything I do really work?

"That's enough."

"That's enough."

"I said you guys were enough!"

Carlos' loud shout focused everyone's eyes on him.

"Is this the time for you to cry?"

"Is the marshal going to war to make you cry like two hundred pounds of fools?"

"Look here, look here, which one is not a general who leads the troops in battle, which one is not a veteran covered in scars!"

Carlos took a big deep breath to calm his agitated mood. There was no draft for this passionate speech, and Carlos didn't know what he wanted to say, but some of the words were not unpleasant.

"The tribe is not destroyed, what right do you have to cry!"

The phrase was out of place, but Carlos said it anyway.

And something leaked out of the corner of Carlos's own eye.

This made the people who were originally angry eyes a little speechless.

The front of Carlos only.

"Where were you when we were fighting on the battlefield when we didn't have enough to eat and no water to drink! What right do you have to say such! The marshal is dead! Marshal Lothar is dead! ”

Behind Carlos, enraged warriors rushed up and grabbed him by the shoulders, turning one of the kings over.

Then the warrior regretted it, and Carlos' twisted expression proved that he was not a cold-blooded bastard.

After the anger that quickly cooled down, there was a mountain of military orders, and there was a disparity in status, and this warrior was afraid.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I'm sorry, I, I, I'm ......"

"It's okay, I understand, I know, I understand, I forgive you."

Carlos patted him on the shoulder, and he was kind of uncovered about it.

"Comrades, I'm late. It was my fault that I was not able to fight side by side with you and did not protect the marshal. But what is the will of the marshal, tell me out loud! ”

"For the Union."

"Long live the Alliance!"

"Kill the tribe!"

Noble or despicable, Carlos could no longer tell the difference.

But he knew that in addition to grief and indignation, he also had power in his heart.

Carlos wants to become the new generalissimo of the Union.

For the Union!