The goblin airship did not fall to the ground, its U-shaped bottom was not flat, and it was completely unable to do so. When the bottom of the ship was about two yards above the ground, the airship stopped. A long gangplank was stretched out of the boat and hit the ground.

Led by Itreig, the orcs walked down in a neat line. In fact, it wasn't just orcs, Diego saw that there were some minotaurs and trolls in the queue as well.

"Hey, my old friend, how long have we not seen each other? Four years or five years? "Itreig approaching Tirio? Ferdin, looking at the latter with emotion, then stretched out his strong arms.

"So much has happened in the past few years, and we should be so glad to be alive to see each other!" Fordin gave him a big hug warmly, as if he wanted to continue the unfinished duel of the year, "I'm glad you're here, Itreig!" ”

"Everything will be okay because we are on the right path!" The old orc nodded. He glanced at the dwarven leader standing beside Tirio, who looked at the landing field with a blank face, as if he hadn't noticed his presence at all, and said nothing, and stood quietly on the other side of Tirio.

Tirio didn't introduce the two either, and he was going to put the program on a later meeting. He had already sent for old Norman.

The unloaded airship quickly flew away, and it had to rush to the airship dock outside the Undercity for supplies and repairs, which was the only airport in the entire Lordaeron region.

Led by a human officer, more than 200 tribal soldiers who disembarked from the ship drove in an orderly manner in the direction of the barracks. Before that, the dwarven soldiers had already been placed there. It is worth mentioning that both sides have been carefully placed in different areas.

The second goblin blew its whistle and began to land. Soon, two more companies of Tribal soldiers came down from the airship.

Tirio frowned and looked at the sky, where there were still three goblin airships waiting to land.

He made a rough calculation in his mind - each airship carried about two hundred people, and the five airships combined were about a thousand people, that is, the appearance of a legion. That's a far cry from the two or three legions that Bloodspear said.

"This is the Roaring Legion, one of the two legions stationed in Orgrimmar, and we can't bring everyone in at once, after all, it's not too peaceful to defend." Perhaps noticing Tirio's doubts, Atrig explained, "There's a new legion being mobilized and recruited, and it should be on its way from Orgrimmar now." ”

"Hey, that's Nazaire!" Masrae suddenly leaned over to Diegor's ear and whispered to one of the officers in the orc ranks.

Following the direction he pointed, Diego saw Nazaire? The Blood Spear was frowning at him, and he saw his old friends.

Diego noticed that the new rank, Blood Guard, was embroidered on his chest, and it was clear that he had been promoted!

"This shit luck guy!" Diego said with a happy smile.

……

An hour later, Tirio? Ferdin's allies were welcomed in the council hall on the third floor of the main castle. He had chosen this place on purpose, and had Diego tell everyone that underneath the castle was the entrance to the Psychic Academy.

The atmosphere suddenly became much more solemn, and both dwarves and orcs became friendly, as if they were afraid that the sound of the quarrel would alarm the enemies underground.

Unnoticed, Tirio secretly laughed. That's exactly what he wants – it has to inspire a sense of crisis and let everyone know who the common enemy is.

Even for the spacious council hall, there were a little too many guests tonight, and every faction that arrived on Keldaron Island sent their representatives, filling the entire hall to the brim.

The dwarves are coming from Furstad? Brute Hammer and Brian? Brass whiskers, and the forsaken are old Norman and Lenid? Barcelome, represented by the orc coalition is Itreg and Nazaire? Bloodspear, as the host, the largest number of human attendees, in addition to the father and son of Fordin, the mage Abbilton, the head of the priesthood and some high-ranking military officers also participated, and Diego and his friends were also counted among the human representatives. Behind the delegates were their attachés, most of whom served as guards and assistants.

"Welcome, friends from afar!" Tirio gestured for everyone to sit back in their seats. He looked at these old and new allies with gratitude, no matter what the purpose, these people were here to help humanity fight against the Scourge Legion, and this alone deserved his gratitude.

"It's been four years since the Alliance and the Horde fought side by side against the invasion of the Burning Legion. Despite the success of saving the world of Azeroth, the once prosperous kingdom of Lordaeron is long gone! Now, with the help of warriors from all sides, we have finally turned from defense to offense and recaptured Andohar! Now, it's time to drive out the undead and reclaim this rich land! Tirio exclaimed, impassionedly. The arrival of his allies strengthened his confidence. You know, even when the Knights of the Silver Hand were at their strongest, they had never gathered so many troops.

"Yes, that's it!" Furstad? Brute Hammer was the first to agree, and he slammed the table with a "bang" sound, "Drive all those bones and slag into the sea!" ”

"If you want me to say, you should burn all those to death!" Itreg went on to say that although the method he chose was different, he had a rare agreement with the dwarves, which made the Brute Hammer look at him a lot.

"......" old Norman spread his hands helplessly, "bone scum", "ghost", are you sure you are not talking about the forgotten?

"Now, let's fill our stomachs first, no one can go hungry," Tirio said with a smile, nodding to Arton standing at the door of the hall, "Trust me, you're going to enjoy a steaming feast after a long journey!" ”

The hall erupted in cheers, and to be honest, the wind and food along the way had already suffocated them.

"Is there any alcohol?" The dwarves asked loudly.

"Yes, but we've only got a few barrels of rotten moss trolls of frog poison wine left," Arton said hesitantly, not wanting to be seen as inhospitable, so he explained superfluously, "Trust me, you won't want to try it!" ”

"Even if you bring it, there will be no wine that the dwarves dare not drink!" Furstad? Feeling provoked, Brute Hammer shouted angrily.

"Orcs too, I've even drunk the red wine made by ogres!" Itreg added fuel to the fire. He was deliberately bridging the gap between orcs and dwarves, and what better way to do that in the wisdom of the old orcs than to have a drink together?

So, after struggling to drink a bucket of frog poison wine as smooth and greasy as the skin mucus of a frog, they both vomited!