Uldaman, in the minds of all dwarves, is of undoubted importance, with a height equal to that of the king of the mountains, Modimus Anvimar. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Uldaman's position was dangerous, and when Oss warned of the danger of the Orc War three hundred years ago, all the dwarves realized it.

Painstakingly, carefully!

After some repairs and cover-ups, the orcs did not discover the existence of the Uldaman ruins, and they even built a fortress of pain on the mountainside on the surface of the Uldaman ruins, but they did not find a trace of the interior of the mountain.

However, thousands of calculations, thousands of precautions!

The dwarves imagined various situations, but they did not expect that the high-level warlock Nethercus would use the blood of the Abyss Lord Manolos on a whim in order to get rid of the pressure of the alliance army, and directly create an entire pool of evil energy at the junction of this barren land and the border pass of Lockmodan!

Only a day and a half later, Oss stood a short distance from the gate of Uldaman's ruins with a sad face, surrounded by dwarves except for the leaders of the alliance led by Sir Lothar!

"Kill all the greenskins!"

"Those foul-smelling butchers must be paid!"

"Attack! Offensive! ”

"Can't keep it anymore!"

"Woo woo woo ......"

"Ahh Yes! ”

The dwarves were indignant and screaming excitedly, and their weapons were clenched tightly in their hands—hammers and axes! And a small number of dwarves, especially the few old dwarves who were contemporaries of the king of the mountains, Modimus, wept and trembled, and their gray beards stained with snot and tears!

Of course, there was no doubt that Madolan Copperbeard was there! As one of the only remaining three original dwarven princes, his face was sinking like water at this moment, his whole body was covered in armor, and only his slowly undulating firm chest revealed how strong the anger in his heart was!

In addition, the lords, generals, and commanders of the Dwarven clans, such as Vandal Thunderspear, Yuregal Brute Hammer, Bisnort Brute Hammer, Biro Longbeard, Eroon Blunnas, and McGrath, were also present!

"Order!" Madolan's voice was unusually low.

The leaders of the Alliance, such as Ser Lothar, Danas, Uther, and Aurelia, listened quietly with different moods.

Biro stepped forward, followed by several young Copperbeard Steam Tankmen.

"Send a message to that kid Dagran, don't hide it anymore, and cooperate with us to attack in an all-out way!"

"Yes!" Biro commanded.

Ground frequency transceivers, griffins, and teleporters made by the Black Iron tribe themselves, using this kind of means, the three major tribes and the three royal cities can contact each other in a short time.

"Gal!" Madolan just screamed.

"I understand." Yuregal nodded and responded, "The griffin knights have been sent to track them down, and Kudran has been signaled to return immediately." ”

"Good!" Madolan himself pulled out his weapon and rolled over and stepped onto the Goat, "Eroon, McGrath, you take some of the people into Uldaman through the secret passage, and whatever the cost, be sure to stop the situation from getting worse!" ”

McGrath, the president of the Explorers' Guild, was about to faint from crying. And Eroon, who helped his old friend Sersama Far Mountain take care of the Far Mountain tribe, comforted McGrath and said, "Don't worry, Madolan, but you should be more careful when you go to the front. ”

In the end, Madolan looked at Os, who had been silent, with an extremely solemn expression: "Os, you must solve this evil energy pool!" ”

In the distance, twelve paladins were blocking the spread of the pool of evil energy with holy light, at least not allowing the evil energy to flow further into Uldaman.

"Leave it to me, Daddy." Oss said.

"That'...... Bow! Torr! Finish! Madolan gritted his teeth and pleaded again, word for word, and then he jerked the reins of the ibex and swung his tomahawk forward, "Follow me!" ”

"Huh!"

"Wow! Whoops! ”

"Ugh! Yikes! ”

On the ground, accompanied by the cries of ibex and stone-skinned boars, as well as the steam whirlwind of the mechanical creations of the little beans, the dwarves of all tribes, led by the Copperbeard tribe, immediately followed King Madolan to the south! When the great army marched, the dwarven boys no longer howled, nor did they speak harshly, but they were silent and terrible!

After about twelve or three minutes, all I could see on the horizon was the red land of the Barren Lands.

Sir Lothar came over worriedly, and asked in a low voice, "Os, why don't you stop it?" Rushing over like this, there will inevitably be casualties! ”

Oss didn't answer directly, he first pointed to the old dwarfs who kept crying, and then replied with a sigh, "Uldaman...... The meaning is too special in the hearts of the earth spirit and the stone spirit...... Moreover, they are all old fellows of the teachers, and seeing them cry like this, I ...... Can't stop it! ”

Sir Lothar sighed heavily, turned his head and shouted, "Danas." ”

"In!"

"Let's go as planned."

"Yes!" Danas was also ordered, and according to the pre-agreed countermeasures, he followed with a Terran army.

"Planning, always...... I can't keep up with the changes. Oss couldn't help but sigh, and his gaze immediately became very sharp, looking at the huge evil energy flowing down from the mountainside, with a monstrous might!

Yes, a lot of times, plans don't keep up with changes.

Just the morning before, Oss had contacted Uncle Vandal, who was guarding the King's Trail, and secretly sent five orcs, including Durotan and Lexa, to Danmoro to deal with the Thunder King clan and the Sarufar brothers.

At this point, things are undoubtedly moving for the better:

The instability within the tribe can be slowly addressed, waiting for Durotan, who has the sanity and is unwilling to provoke a needless war, to take power, and conclude a truce that will benefit both sides; The Alliance, on the premise of reducing attrition and casualties, can be prepared to deal with the Burning Legion once again.

What's more, with Oss and Durotan as a bridge, the next time they face the Burning Legion, the Alliance and the Horde may not be able to unite and join forces against the demons!

However, Hao'er's plan was broken all of a sudden.

Hurrying to escape, Nethicus stabbed a large basket, a large basket that he called a big trouble for the Alliance.

"Do you have any good ways to deal with this kind of thing?" Sir Lothar asked, already feeling something strange about his body.

"If there were Episis Crystals, it should be easy to deal with this pool of evil energy. And now...... I'm afraid that I can only use the holy light to attack the evil energy, and slowly hedge and cancel it out. Oss then asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

Sir Lothar took out a letter and handed it to Oss, saying, "For the sake of the present, we can only move forward. However, there is one more thing that has to do with you, which Aiden sent this morning and asked me to pass it on to you. ”

Oss took the letter and opened it, and quickly skimmed through it.

In the letter, Aiden's eagerness and intimacy with Oss are overflowing between the lines, and it is simply straightforward to the point that he is more familiar with his own son than he is with his own son.

However, nothing good.

First, Aiden hoped that Oss would select some of the Orc captives of the Dragonthroat Clan for him to use, and the original words were "Dwarves are outsiders after all, how can they only be cheap dwarves";

Second, Aiden wanted Oss to lend him thirty ogre warriors. With Aiden's idea, since the Mocking Skull Clan has joined Oss, then he, as Oss's father-in-law, can naturally borrow a few tall and strong ogre warriors to fill the face of the Alterac royal family.

As for the fact that Oss has not yet married Deliana, Aiden doesn't care, he will definitely not call himself Os's "quasi" father-in-law now.

"What are you going to do?" Sir Lothar asked Os.

Oss was silent, and to be honest, he was a little dazed and couldn't make a decision for a moment.

"Ugh." Sir Lothar patted Oss on the shoulder and said, "Aiden asked you directly, it's not difficult to deal with, he cares more about you as a person after all. But you must know, Os, that your family has a great opportunity, but the pressure it faces is something you don't feel when you're far from the political maelstrom, and I have nine other letters here, with different attitudes, both overt and implicit. ”

"I'm sorry, Sir, for embarrassing you."

"Huh." Sir Lothar smiled gently, with his age and experience, what kind of wind and waves he had never seen, "Don't worry too much, the destruction of Stormwind City, the great battle of the wetlands, the moment of real embarrassment has long passed. ”

When Oss heard this, the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose a little. As Sir Lothar had said, although what Nethercus had done caught him off guard, the situation was much better.

"It's good that you have a mental preparation, tell me when you have a decision, and I will support you."

"Hmm." Oss replied and said, "Sir, hurry up and evacuate, after a long time, evil energy will permanently damage the body and mind." ”

"Okay." Concerning the crowd, Sir Lothar was not indecisive, and before leaving, he said exactly the same thing as Madolan, "Os, Uther, Ben, here...... Please! ”

Soon, outside Uldaman's gates, only the Knights of the Silver Hand and the priests of the Church of Light were left in charge of dealing with evil powers, as well as the old dwarves who were unwilling to leave and had to stay here to protect the relics and relics.

……

It was night, at the southwestern end of the Badlands, in the Red Ridge Mountains.

The angry Nethercus is relying on the favorable terrain to lead the tribe to resist the bombardment from the sky.

The explosion was deafening, and the firelight continued to illuminate most of the night sky!

The dwarves were angry, but Madolan, who had lived for more than a thousand years, was not a fool who took the boys to death in a fit of rage. And if Oss could go to Danmoro to meet Gerbin and listen to Gerbin's "cry", he would know that before he set out, he had almost emptied the inventory that the little gnomes had accumulated over the past three hundred years in order to cope with the war.