Diego mentioned. Pants. Zi, looking at the circle of dwarves around him in embarrassment, not knowing what to say, or Brian Copperbeard spoke in time to relieve him.

"My human friend, Viscount Diego Aznar! It was he who came overnight and saved Dangalok! ”

The surviving dwarven guardians immediately saluted Diego with the highest courtesy, and their already small bodies were folded in half!

"Banquet!" Captain Darren Iron Hill straightened up and announced loudly.

"Banquet! Banquet! The other survivors shouted as well. This is the tradition of the dwarves, only spirits can express their condolences for the war dead, only spirits can release their joy of victory, only spirits can express their gratitude to their allies!

Preparations for a grand feast began immediately, and although Dangarok had lost a lot of men this time, the hundred Thunderspear Dwarves who had arrived with Diego had enough men to arrange it all.

To Captain Darren Iron Mountain's great joy, his forces were not completely wiped out - after defeating the Syndicate, Diego rescued more than thirty dwarven prisoners of war from their camp, most of whom were captured after being severely wounded and unconscious, if it weren't for the fact that Stormwhip overstaffed three of his troops. Shepherd. Division, I'm afraid that at least half of these seriously wounded will die.

This fierce battle cannot be said to be completely over, the pursuit of the dead, the search for the remnants of the enemy, the treatment of the wounded, they still have a lot to do, but all this is no longer the focus of Captain Iron Mountain's work, he is now preoccupied with preparing for this grand banquet.

Renovating the fortress, setting up the banquet hall, cooking food, and preparing drinks, Captain Iron Mountain was too busy to keep his feet on the ground, and he wouldn't have been able to do it without the help of a hundred thunderspear dwarves. However, fortunately, the combat readiness warehouse on the second basement floor has not been lost, and as a logistics supply point for the Thunderspear Expedition, the food and alcohol needed for the banquet are readily available. Strips of bacon, blood sausage, and wild boar ham hung from the ceiling, baskets of cornbread, soft banana bread, and cherry pies were stacked on the shelves, and barrels of dwarven spirits were neatly leaning against the base of the wall, forming a high wall.

Piles of food were brought into the kitchen, heated and set to the table, and the dwarves generously placed a row of barrels beside each long table for the guests to drink. This is also characteristic of dwarven feasts, where the food may not be as elaborate, but it is large and filling. After nearly two hours of preparation, when the cavalrymen who had pursued the farthest back to the fortress exhausted, a grand banquet was ready, waiting for the toiling warriors to take their seats.

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"To our allies, may our friendship be as indestructible as silver!" As the highest-ranking dwarf in attendance, Brian Copperbeard raised his glass and began the first round of toasts.

Nearly 400 large oak glasses were held high in celebration, and the thunder ale that spilled to the rim of the glasses was frothy and shimmered with a golden sheen. Everyone in the room shouted "For friendship" and drank all the wine in their glasses at the same time, some of them had blue noses and swollen faces, some of them had not washed the blood on their hands, and some of them were simply naked, revealing mummified bodies wrapped in bandages.

"Wow...... Oh! Brian yelled as soon as he put down his glass. Captain Iron Mountain took his glass, and the wine poured from the barrel.

As the commander of the reinforcements, Diego was invited to the most distinguished position beside his master, and he sat in the seat next to Brian, with a thick goatskin cushion under his buttocks, and Guan Haifa was lying on his chair, now concentrating on a whole boar ham that could be considered a huge boar.

His druid friend wasn't sitting with him at the moment, but huddled at the Stormwhip table, jolting with Hefman over the amount of wine. This offbeat Night Elf always likes to be boisterous and drinky, and looks more like a rude sailor than an elf.

The people attending the banquet were not mixed, but the long tables were clearly divided according to their ranks. Respard's Southsea Town Militia had the fewest people at the table, and the dwarven long table had the most people.

In addition, they were accompanied by a company of the Forsaken from Tarenmere, and Captain Iron Mountain thoughtfully prepared a large amount of raw meat and goat's milk, although the goat's milk may not be too fresh due to the long storage time, but the captain guessed that the Forsaken would not care too much about this. Of course, he also prepared spirits for them, and if they liked it, they could have a drink.

Originally a human town, Talenmere was destroyed at the hands of orc prisoners of war who escaped from the Dunhold POW camp after the Second Orc War. At the end of the Scourge War, an army of the Scourge set out from Keldaron Island and made its way down the Sodoril River, establishing a stronghold in the ruins of the town of Tarummere. But it wasn't long before the Lich King fell into a deep slumber and the Forsaken broke free from his grasp, and the stronghold was taken over by them.

After showing Sylvanas's paperwork to the senior executive Dasalia, Tarummir simply sent a company under Diego's command. For this paper, which bears the Queen's seal, reads:

"In the name of the Banshee King, for the benefit of the Undercity, all Forsaken must unconditionally obey any orders of the bearer of this instrument!

Sylvanas Windranger, on September 15, 23rd. ”

In fact, long before the Battle of Andorhar, in a letter of help from Nazaire Bloodspear to the Dark Lady, Diego gave Sylvanas a detailed analysis of the current situation in Azeroth: if you want to take revenge on the Lich King Arthas, you can't do it with the power of the Forsaken alone, you have to gather the power of all races, and the only one who can do this is the Silver Dawn led by Tirio Fordin, and no one else.

A month after the letter was sent, Norman Sr. led three legions of the Forsaken and the letter to find Diego. Truth be told, Diego was surprised when he got this document, because it gave him almost unlimited power among the forsaken! Diego even felt at one point that this dark lady, who was strong on the outside but weak and sensitive on the inside, was not a proper ruler, and that she was too gullible to others. Sometimes, he feels that this heavy trust brings him convenience and at the same time, it also puts him under great pressure.

Although it is not explicitly stated, it is clear that Sylvanas used this instrument to support his proposal to shrink the defense and coexist peacefully with the various races. Delivery. Square. Needle. For Lordaeron, who had just experienced the Scourge of the Dead, it would not be easy for the Forsaken born from the Scourge to gain the understanding of the other races, but at least it was worth trying, and it was undoubtedly a good start.

After converging the Forsaken company, they headed south along the Sodoril River, intending to break through the Syndicate's blockade of Dangalok from the coast at night, only to encounter the routed South Sea reinforcements.

After rescuing Sheriff Lespard and his militia troops, they roamed the perimeter of the Syndicate army, looking for fighters, and the next day near the breached East Point watchtower, they encountered a company of thunderspears brought back by the mountain ranger Brobby. If it weren't for the fact that Vandal Thunderspear's side was really tight, he could have brought back more people.

But for Diego, the manpower was sufficient, and they attacked at noon that day.

As it turned out, it was Diego's prudence that saved them all, and the Syndicate threw more people into the assault than Darren Iron Mountain estimated, and during the assault on Dangalok, the Syndicate continued to increase its forces, last reaching seven hundred. You know, that's pretty much all the Syndicate can muster in the Hillsbrad Hills. If Diego hadn't insisted on gathering more people before making a move, they would probably have lost themselves.

Because of the disadvantage in numbers, this raid battle was fought from noon to evening, and it turned from a surprise attack to a strong attack, but the supporters were not at a disadvantage, the dwarves were brave and good at fighting, the forsaken were not afraid of death, and the frenzy and ferocity of the storm whip were all played vividly in this battle, and they were infected, and even the militia of Nanhai Town dared a few people to face the enemy several times their own and fought with them without retreating.

It must be said that the remnants of the kingdom of Alterac have never been known for their determination and bravery in battle—otherwise they would not have taken refuge with the orcs back then—and after paying a huge number of casualties, it is not known which company was the first to retreat under this tidal wave, and a huge gap was created in the battle line, and on the opposite side of this gap were the zealots of the Storm Whip, who poured into this gap like a flood that burst the levees. All the syndicates who tried to stop them fell under the bombardment of an indestructible musket.

From that moment on, the syndicate could no longer resist the torrent of supporters.

"The second cup, for the sake of our brothers who died in battle, it was their sacrifice that brought us this glorious victory!" Brian's loud voice rang out again, waking Diego out of his memories.

"For the sake of sacrifice!" He raised his glass and shouted with the crowd.

"Hey man, you should get high!" After drinking the liquor in the glass, Brian shouted at him with a flushed face, the foam on his beard almost shaking Diego in the face.

"I'm already hilarious, I'm just ......," Diego shouted at the top of his voice, the only way he could make sure his voice was heard. The hall was so noisy that everyone was laughing and shouting.

"Don't grieve too much for the deceased, for the dwarf, death means that he is about to enter the realm of Kazgros, where there are endless mines to explore, countless deposits to be mined, countless furnaces to be burned, waiting for us to forge ...... to our heart's content," the dwarf interrupted, sighing in a drunken whispering tone, indeed, the dwarves never grieve excessively for their fellow soldiers who died in battle, but take up arms to avenge them, and drink heartily afterward.

"Well, I feel so much better when you say that!" Diego nodded, then stood up, holding the glass in his hand.

"For victory!" He shouted at his highest volume.

"For victory!" In the midst of the deafening shouts, more than 400 wine glasses were raised in unison!