DAI Lin. Proudmore brings a striking piece of news.

"I was contacted by a pirate and tried to sell me a message."

"What news." Anduin. Lothar couldn't help frowning when she saw the admiral's expression so solemn.

"The orcs quietly built a large number of ships in an attempt to fight across the seas." DAI Lin. Proudmore hesitated, but said it anyway.

"Oh my God, are those pirates crazy for money? What do orcs use to build ships, do orcs know how many processes and how much time it takes for a ship to dry wood to when it is processed? Fighting across the sea, it's simply unthinkable. "There are generals who laugh so much at greedy and ignorant pirates.

"True or false, it deserves our attention. Dalin, don't skimp on that little gold, give it to the pirates, let them know the generosity of the Alliance. Lothar pondered for a moment and said to the crowd: "We need to contact all the allies we can contact, unite all the forces that can be united, even if he is a liar, a gambler, or a villain. ”

"I understand, if it's really a cross-sea battle, then it's really unwanted, Kul Tiras's navy will send all those green-skinned monsters to feed the fish." DAI Lin. There was a cruel light in Prodmore's eyes.

Carlos didn't crowd the command tent with the big guys, and he was packing his personal belongings in his tent.

The Orcs' onslaught on the Saldo Bridge forced Fort Riptide to retreat, so Carlos received a change of defense and went to the north side of the Wall of Soradin to garrison.

Although he has 3,000 people under his command and gets the title of major general, he is considered to be promoted. But this kind of exile and protection was not Carlos's intention.

As a soldier, you must obey orders.

Carlos couldn't refute Lothar's reasonable instructions, so he had to honestly prepare to hit the road.

"Brother Bald, what's going on with the pirates?" While Carlos asked, the work in his hands did not stop, and Todd was driven back to Keldaron by him, and only he could do this kind of thing by himself.

"The generalissimo and the admiral happily gave the reward money, whether to kill those guys." The voice of the bald brother came from the empty tent.

"No, just get our share as agreed, and let them go back safely." Carlos replied.

"Selling fake news is ......" The bald brother hesitated, the pirate is a real pirate, but the news is fake, how bad it is to be exposed. Professional thieves have somewhat questioned Carlos' decision.

"Fake news is sometimes more useful than true news, don't think about things with the gangster mentality you used to have on the battlefield. No, you don't need to use your brain to think, just execute my orders perfectly. Carlos finally finished his preparations and sat down.

"Yes, your will." The bald brother now felt Carlos's majesty more and more, and his posture was very low.

"Heard about the perfect Admiral Dalin. Prodmore sent his son to the front? "Carlos had seen Drake before. Prodmoore, a guy with pretty good senses.

"Yes, I went to sea the day before yesterday, and I arranged the troublemakers after a drinking banquet according to your arrangement, and all of them were killed by Drake. Prodmore took it down. Need follow-up action on him? The bald brother asked, not knowing Drake. Where did Prodmore offend Carlos and make the eldest young master want to break one of his legs.

"No, that's enough, it's good to work some things, and let the rest go with the wind." After Carlos finished speaking, he put his hands on his knees, stood up violently, lifted his bags, and walked out of the tent.

"Adjutant Ymir, inform the troops to assemble, and we are ready to go." Carlos gave his first order as a general.

War between the Alliance and the Horde is on the verge of breaking out, and the Hammer Dwarves of Hinterland are rejoicing.

Although maintaining the Terminator Fortress requires a lot of energy from the Great Lord of Mez, relying on this fortress, the dwarves of Eagle's Nest Mountain have a vast strategic buffer zone, and the locust-like human friends have cut down a large number of trees, and the dwarves only need to burn the roots to restore large swaths of arable land.

It can be said that throughout the Hinterland War, the dwarves were the real winners.

After a whole year of trade, the dwarven lords tasted the sweetness, and a large number of finished weapons and arrows were resold to the Lordaeron Alliance, while the dwarves did not need to pay for gold, but only accepted cloth, blankets, grain, cured meat, wine and other daily necessities, and even purchased large quantities of materials with gold, silver and jewelry. This made the allies realize that these short guys from the depths of the mountains were very good and could make friends.

It's a pity that the exclusive contract for the sale of arms is in Alex's hands. Barov's hand, which hurt the other merchants who wanted to negotiate with the Hammer Dwarves.

After eleven days of arduous trekking, the receiving force led by Kudran finally reached the coast east of Hinterland.

After another two days, dozens of dwarve-style big-bellied cargo ships finally came into view.

"Kudran, there's trolls around."

Men report to Kudran.

"Leave them alone, Furstad is coming, and if the Tooth Trolls dare to make a small move, we'll invite them to a barbecue." Kudran replied indifferently, and brought more than 500 people with him, plus the migrants from Grimbaatar, to beat up a small tribe of trolls and evil fangs, and he didn't want to barbecue as much as he wanted.

Since the Dawn Offensive, Kudran has fallen in love with the barbecue convention.

Seeing relatives and friends after a long absence, the entire landing site was full of laughter and laughter, except for half of the dwarves seasickness, it was simply a picture of joy.

"Furstad, it's a pleasure to see you, my eldest cousin." Kudran spotted Furstad and was the first to walk up and give him a hard bear hug.

"Kudran, I have to say that it was a wise decision for you to go north to open up new territories." Furstad had a feeling.

"The affairs of the older generation, let it pass, the Hammer Dwarves are not such mothers-in-law." Kudran was so excited.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about that, I've been floating at sea for so long, tell me how I'm doing now." Furstad asked with concern.

"What I know is also the news from ten days ago, the orcs are storming the Saldo Bridge, but the guys in Ironforge and Biglas's family are blocking the orcs, and the Saldo Bridge is still in the hands of the Alliance." Kudran tossed a bag of spirits to Furstad, "Everyone must be glad to see you, can your griffon still fly, if not, ride mine, Snow Fury is a beautiful big girl, there is no problem at all with you to take you back to Eagle's Nest Mountain first." ”

"This is not going to work, Kudran, I have to go back and organize the second group of migrations." Furstad poured half a bag of wine in one gulp and burped in satisfaction.

"Oh, that's terrible." Regret was written all over Kudran's face.

"Coming to Japan, my cousin, I have a hunch that this war is likely to be far more terrible than we imagined, and the Hammer Dwarves can't stay out of it, so you'd better go and do the work of the other lords first. I'll talk to them personally when I come back next time. "Furstad was a little preoccupied.

"You're the son of Kadyros, the Hammer King, and you're talking to those old things." Kudran was not happy to do the work, and refused in one breath.

"Come on, the Brute Hammer is now a lord's council system, not to mention the King of the Brute Hammer." Furstad punched Kudran in the chest and laughed.

After a night's rest, Furstad led the fleet back to Grimbaatar, and Kudran led his landed compatriots back to Eagle's Nest Mountain, where the Hammer Dwarves were full of hope for a new life ahead.

On the same day that Furstad's fleet returned to Grimbaatar, the pirates, who had tasted the sweetness, bypassed the bald brother and went directly to Anduin. Lothar.

"Your Excellency Generalissimo, this is great news worth five hundred, nay, one thousand gold coins." The yellow-toothed pirate grinned.

"I feel like I've proven my credibility, sir. Now the problem is that you're going to have to let me judge if your message is worth the price. "Lothar is not more contemptuous of the other party because he is a pirate, but he is still calm and dazzling.

"Of course, those green-skinned guys suddenly mobilized a lot of supplies, which is a sign that they are going to sea." The pirate replied cautiously.

"Oh, can you be specific?" DAI Lin. Prodmore needs to be well informed.

"More than eight hundred large barrels have been filled, the orcs have oiled the sails, and the other is the expansion of the docks, which can dock at least dozens of ships at the same time." The pirate recalled, answering selectively.

"When's it?" Lothar asked the question of greatest concern.

"When I left the wetlands." The pirate replied.

"If there is no other information, then your news is only worth five hundred gold coins." The admiral replied.

The greedy pirate didn't expect the alliance to really want to buy the news with five hundred gold coins, and for a while racked his brains to think about whether there was any information that could be exchanged for money.

"That's right! I once heard the unusual roar of beasts near the orc camp. ”

The pirate suddenly remembered something.