The flames of war are not extinguished, and there is no end to strife, but that is when the two sides of the war are evenly matched.

The kingdom of Lordaeron is vulnerable to the iron tide of the Horde's demonic artillery and alloy armor.

This war, perhaps, will be decided in a short period of time faster than anyone imagined, neither Izzy nor some ill-intentioned people expected this.

At this moment, Lordaeron's royal city was completely enveloped by a huge and solid magical barrier, but they were like shrunken turtles that were being hit by a hammer, and they did not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

"Whew!"

The screech of a cannonball tearing through the air was like a death horn, followed by a violent roar of explosions, and the solid magical barrier trembled as if it were about to shatter at any moment.

The people of King Lordaeron are terrified, even by the wicked people who are hiding behind the scenes.

"Master, I have failed your expectations, the power of the tribe is too strong, and I am afraid that they will soon take over this country and expel or wipe us out. ”

The white-haired necromancer knelt humbly on the ground in front of the dark mirror, and the voice of the culprit immediately came from the dark mirror.

"What about the other kingdoms of the Alliance? are they just sitting back and watching Lordaeron be invaded by the Horde?"

"Other human kingdoms don't dare to confront the tribe at all, this time the tribe has shown too much power, their firepower has surpassed magic, and even surpassed this era. ”

There was a very chaotic sound in the dark realm, and it felt as if someone was smashing and venting his anger, but the gray-haired necromancer didn't even dare to raise his head to look at it.

I don't know how long it took, but the angry figure gradually subsided, and the secret room was silent, and the needle drop could be heard.

"Boom!"

The deathly silence was broken by the roar of the cannonballs, and the man in the darkness spoke again:

"Forget it, get up! Kel'thugad, my plan in Northrend, I don't think the tribe will find out, I let you try your best to hold them back, just to be on the safe side, and change the plan on your side, change the first goal to steal the power of the tribe! I will also provide you with some assistance, make sure that this steel power of destruction can be used by us!"

"Yes, master, it may not be easy on Lordaeron's side, but the leader of the Trolls of Zuaman, Zurkin, we have successfully rescued him, and I have reached an agreement with him, the only thing he wants is to torture those High Elves, and this is easy for us. ”

"You have done a good job, Kel'thugad, and let those trolls be one of us when you take over the Well of the Sun in the Elven Kingdom, and I'm sure they will be proud of it. ”

"Yes, master, it is an honor for me to have the same thoughts as you. ”

"Alright, I'll have to find a way to deal with those frost giants, and they'll be an unbeatable member of the army of the undead!"

As the will in the Dark Mirror gradually dissipated, Kel'thugad, who immediately summoned his minions, began to plan how to usurp the power of the Horde.

That night, Carlstone Manor, where the Horde's army was assembled, naturally included ten assembled magic cannons.

"How long will it take us to break through that hard tortoise shell, I am simply amazed at the cowardice of those short-toothed little men!" Grommash looked at Lordaeron's royal city with a look of disdain.

Izzy on the side sighed, looking very helpless: "I don't know, but we don't have many shells anymore, and the power of magic is still so unreasonable, let your scouts be cautious, if Lordaeron's mage troops get close to us, we don't have as strong a shield as theirs." ”

"I wish they were under my nose, and I'm tired of fighting these peasants and tailors, whose soldiers are not real warriors at all!"

"Yes, they are not like us orcs, but they are willing to give their lives to protect their homeland, I admire their will, don't you have such thoughts? ”

"Hmph, no matter how strong the will is, without strength, it is meaningless, you don't have to look at me like that, this is a fact, you and I both know, you better think about how to end this boring war as soon as possible, fighting with a cowardly opponent will only dull my axe blade!"

Gromash strode out of the camp and walked in the direction of the barracks, Izzy looked at Gromache's back, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "What a hard-mouthed tsundere!But he's right, I have to find a way to end this war as soon as possible, and I don't know where this old bastard Lothar died?"

Meanwhile, the Hand of Tyr in the territory of Stratholm, the Knights of the Silver Hand of Lordaeron are stationed here, and the Sir of Lothar is also in the area.

After separating from Izzy and the others, he was indeed ready to bring those threatening words to the ears of Terenus, but the enemies hiding in the shadows did not want to give him this opportunity at all, and the ambush of the Cult of the Cursed God intercepted Lothar halfway.

But they shouldn't, they shouldn't, they shouldn't have sent powerful undead monsters to complete this task, those stitched abominations and undead bone dragons were like paper paste in front of Lothar and his divine sword Quelzaram, and Lothar even awakened the soul of the dragon controlled by the undead bone dragon, and returned to the royal city of Lordaeron with the ironclad evidence of the undead dragon.

The members of the Knights of the Silver Hand came to their senses, realizing that their kingdom had been infiltrated by undead forces, and prepared to rescue Tyrenus on the spot, but they were blocked by the forces of Lordaeron mages, and Tyrenus, who had gradually transformed into a half-undead, had become a puppet.

The Knights of the Silver Hand finally followed Lothar out of the siege of Lordaeron, and since then they have been gathering strength to reclaim their king and country!

Lothar was talking to a richly dressed and gentlemanly nobleman, Baron Rivendell, the baron lord of Stratholme, the father of Osiris Rivendell.

"Baron Rivendell, thank you for your assistance. ”

"You're welcome, Sir Lothar, I'm just looking out for the safety of my territory, and if the kingdom of Lordaeron falls, what will happen to my people?"

"You are a respectable nobleman, thank you again. ”

While the two were talking, a herald who looked like a griffon rider ran over breathlessly and handed a letter to Baron Rivendell.

"Go get some water. Baron Rivendell gave an order, then opened the letter and began to check its contents, that is, in the short time of reading the letter in five or six seconds, Baron Rivendell's face changed greatly.

"The Horde is coming! they have begun to attack the royal city of Lordaeron, and Sir Lothar I think you must act immediately. ”

"yes, it's time to return these useful warriors to the tribe, what a pity. ”

Lothar looked at the tents in the camp that seemed to be self-contained, and the warriors of the Blackstone Orcs were maintaining their weapons and equipment, and were constantly on the lookout for everyone except their orcs.