"All of us are pawns chosen by fate, and each of us is a slave to something. ”

Izzy had heard something like this in many places in the past, and he had always felt that although it sounded aggrieved, it was actually too true.

As it is now, he is a piece on the chessboard, and after the fall of the piece, the other piece falls where it should have landed.

"Great Chief, the false information you asked me to spread has spread through the mouths of the goblins and within the Alliance, and we have made a small profit for this. ”

Garoka seemed to be in a happy mood as she reported her mission, and Izzy listened in a good mood.

"Well, how can there be such a good thing in this world that we are fighting to the death in Northrend, and the Coalition is at home to recuperate? ”

Galloka smiled, but suddenly noticed that Izzy was pointing to her chest, and Galloka immediately looked down, only to see that the contact crystal hanging on her chest was flashing with arcane light.

"I'm sorry, Great Chief. ”

Garoka confessed, immediately blushing to answer the contact crystal's message, and Izzy watched her brow on her face.

"Yes, it seems to be good news again. ”

Izzy was happily tasting the orc's characteristic Tabu goat milk tea, and waited for Galloka to report the new good news to him, and Galloka lived up to his expectations and immediately spoke:

"Great Chief, our intelligence indicates that the kingdom of Lordaeron, one of the seven countries of the Alliance, has begun to prepare for war, and its goal is likely to be an expedition to Northrend. ”

"Huh, Lordaeron?" Izzy was stunned for a moment when he heard the news from Garoka, and then said in displeasure:

"What the hell is going on? The false information we spread wouldn't have caused such a big stir so quickly. ”

When Galloka heard this, he was also stunned, and felt that what Izzy said made sense.

"I'm sorry, High Chief, but our intelligence network has yet to penetrate the interior of the kingdom of Lordaeron and has only learned a few superficial things. ”

"It's okay, you say. ”

"According to the information collected by the warriors among the people, it is believed that something has happened to Stratholme, the second large city east of Lordaeron, where wolf smoke can be seen from afar, and some strange gray snowflakes have fallen in the sky. ”

"Shhh

"Quick!Garoka, concentrate our intelligence forces in the Alliance, and I want to know the details of the situation in the Kingdom of Lordaeron in the shortest possible time, especially Stratholme!"

Garoka didn't quite understand why Izzy had suddenly become so nervous, but that didn't stop her from carrying out orders quickly.

"Yes, Great Chief. ”

Galoka activated the Contact Crystal and issued the order, while Izzy fell into deep thought.

"Wolf smoke and gray snowflakes?Even if it is the smoke and dust from the burning of corpses, has the city of Stratholme been slaughtered by Arthas?

Izzy pondered a little worriedly, but a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"No, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that in the future, judging from the movements of Lordaeron's planned expedition, even if Arthas did not slaughter the city, he has already been burned out of his mind by the anger of revenge, coupled with the false information I spread, I think that his expedition will even be fully supported by those greedy nobles in the kingdom of Lordaeron. ”

"Fack! I'm shooting myself in the foot!"

Izzy was a little annoyed, but he immediately forced himself to calm down and think calmly.

The only way to do this is to get to the bottom of the matter, and then try to prevent Arthas from setting foot on Northrend.

God knows if this young prince will go to the point of no return.

Anyway, when everyone returns from the expedition to Northrend, the kingdom of Lordaeron will be destroyed immediately, and the undead will rise from the ruins of Lordaeron, causing trouble in the entire eastern continent!

Galoka had already started to work, and Izzy could only fidget, whether it was his own cautious personality or the position he was in now, so that he would not make decisions based on speculation or speculation, but in fact, Izzy himself knew very well that his impatience was completely meaningless.

Even if Arthas loses his mind in a hurry, he can't go on an expedition alone, he needs at least half a month to prepare, and the tribe only needs three days, or even less, to find out what happened in Lordaeron, after all, if something big really happens, it will definitely leak out of the paper.

That is, a sleepless night passed, and Togaloka's blessing, Izzy learned the whole picture of the incident in Stratholme the next day, and Izzy looked at this information book, and only felt mixed in his heart.

"Fate is a terrible thing. ”

-- The Dividing Line --

Fast forward a week, and in the King's Hall of the Royal City of Lordaeron, a controversy is underway over tribal intelligence.

"We have received reports that the orc tribe has won a great victory on the continent of Northrend, and the precious resources of that continent are turning into the power of the orcs, the power of our enemies! ”

"Indeed, the power of the Horde has surpassed ours, and if this behemoth is allowed to continue to grow, there will be no place for us in Azeroth. ”

Several of Lordaeron's noble advisors stood on a separate platform on the outer wall of the King's Hall, and expounded their words loudly, and their words sounded very reasonable, but in fact everyone knew that these people were saying this for the sake of the state and more for their own personal interests.

After all, everyone can buy news from goblin mercenaries, and everyone here has probably heard about the so-called "Mountain of Gold and Jewels" from a goblin who is said to have fought with the horde's army. ”

"Orcs and Northrend aren't the most important issues to think about right now, and you'll need to repeat it many times before you understand. The man who said this was an ambassador from Kenrito, Dalaran.

"Your Highness Arthas, you should heed my warning, the undead still threaten the safety of this kingdom, and it will soon spread to other places. ”

"The undead?!, that's ridiculous. A Lordaeron nobleman abruptly interrupted Ambassador Dalaran's speech.

"You wizards have always been alarmist, Lord Uther's Silver Hand Paladins have swept away the undead from this country, all that's left is a little finishing touch, and even if the undead are still a threat, what are you going to do with us?"

"Quite simply, Kenrito is ready to set up a quarantine area to house the poor villagers. ”

"What nonsense, are you wizards crazy! What quarantine do you want us to send our people to without solid evidence?"

A Lordaeron nobleman almost shouted at Ambassador Dalaran's speech, and a dispute quickly began between the two opposing forces, and Arthas, who sat in obscurity on his throne, had his own opinion.

"Let's quarrel, it's just for their own interests, after all, you think that I, a young prince, can't be the master, and can't control you. ”

Arthas secretly pondered with his cold eyes, and he scoffed at the so-called tribal intelligence and the advice of the ambassadors of other countries.

First of all, that information is obviously a trick of the tribe to disrupt the countries of the alliance, after all, if the Norrend continent is really so rich, the dwarves who like to explore would have brought back conclusive evidence long ago, and those who believe in this trick are just stupid fools!

Then there are these ambassadors of other countries, who, like a group of fishy gnolls, swarmed Lordaeron when he was in trouble, trying to tear off the flesh from Lordaeron's fat "prey".

"A bunch of ill-intentioned scum. ”

Arthas's lips twitched slightly, and he let out a silent insult, just as the heavy door of the King's Hall roared open.