Aiden shuddered as he stared at everything outside the icy walls. In the wind and snow, the flagpole hanging outside the castle was tattered and covered with wind and snow, and a snow eagle was embroidered on the flagpole of the Kingdom of Alterac.

It is the flag of the Alterac Kingdom, and it is also a symbol of the spirit of the Alterac Kingdom's open snow-capped mountains. A wry smile appeared on the corner of Aiden's mouth, there is no future for this kingdom, and all this evil is because he took refuge in the orcs.

This was just a thought, Aiden didn't even think that Lordaeron's army would defeat the orcs, nor did he think that his affair with the orcs would be discovered.

The wind raged over the castle, and the Snow Eagle Banner hanging from the castle was soon blown down by the wind, and then a strange trace was drawn in the wind and snow, and finally disappeared into the air.

The battle below the castle had changed again, and in the army of Lordaeron, a human man on a brown horse, holding a troll greatsword in his hand, was constantly boosting morale.

Aiden knew that the man was the commander of Lordaeron's army, and although he had some doubts about the Alliance's army breaking through the castle, his heart gradually sank when he didn't see the siege equipment.

Human visibility in the wind and snow was low, but soon, Aiden couldn't laugh anymore.

For several humans dressed in the robes of Dalaran had already appeared in the army of Lordaeron.

"Your Highness Aiden, the chief of the Blackstone Tribe, Jubiters asked you to come and see him." A warrior dressed in silver armor walked up to Aiden and said.

Aiden was slightly stunned, he thought of a very bad possibility, but now that he had put his last hope on the orcs, his only plan at the moment was to bite the bullet and go through.

The castle was filled with bright lights, the smell of roasted meat, and the singing of orcs, which made Aiden a little angry, and his personal guards were forced to guard the perimeter of the castle, which was already occupied by orcs, who used all their food stocks to eat, drink, and have fun.

Completely ignoring the reality that humanity has been surrounded by armies.

Aiden didn't go far, and when he walked into the council chamber, Jubiters, who was sitting in the chair, woke Aiden up with a "haha" smile.

"My friend, I am glad that you are loyal to the tribe." Jubites placed the porcelain bowl in his hand on the table, a string of skeletal ornaments around his neck, his face painted with all kinds of demonic patterns, his eyes were dark green, and his hands were full of demonic powers.

He was a Juggernaut, a position that only the strongest warriors of the Blackstone Clan could hold, and Orgrim was the strongest warrior before, but now he is it.

When Jubiters saw Aiden enter the hall, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and the human king in front of him was very happy to see him with such a trembling attitude, and the thought that the king of Lordaeron might use this attitude to see him made Jubiters let out a hearty laugh.

But the laughter soon disappeared, Jubiters looked at Aiden in front of him, and said slowly: "You also saw just now, those noble guards of yours didn't even have the ability to resist under the impact of Lordaeron's elite cavalry, and they were directly killed. ”

"But my army of Blackstone Orcs is heading towards the Alterac Mountains, and it's all going to take time... Aiden, we need time now. ”

"The tribe will not forget your exploits."

The light of the burning fire illuminated Aiden's face, his face was calm, even a little bloody, he had long expected that today, at the beginning of his communication with the tribe, there would be a day when he would be abandoned by all the human kings.

"I'll send my royal guards out to fight, my chief, but I want your Blackstone orcs to come and help us soon."

Jubiters nodded, he was the demon's most loyal servant, and not long ago, a Dreadlord told him that the demonic portal in Dalaran was ready, and that if the demon could buy time, the Horde's defeat would be reversed.

"By the way, the number of guards in Alsace is not very large." Jubiters thrust the blade of his sword into the ground, causing a "bang", and then said slowly, "The enemy commander is an idiot, you can fight a little easier." ”

"I'm not unfamiliar with Lordaeron's elite soldiers, but so, you put all your forces into it, annihilate them all, and then take Arthas prisoner."

Aiden nodded hurriedly.

………………

Locke rode the nightmare around the army, and the eyes of these soldiers were full of anger towards Locke. But Locke turned a blind eye, the way the undead fought was very different from the way humans fought, the undead only needed results, and humans also needed to consider casualties.

Locke smiled, he couldn't let this sentiment creep in, as the temporary commander of this army, Locke had to get them back up the will to fight.

The evil aura spread silently under Locke's feet, and the soldiers around Locke all felt the speed of self-healing of the flesh, which was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and what made the soldiers even more excited was that the soldier who was supposed to be seriously injured to death also climbed up from the stretcher in just a few minutes.

"It's a miracle."

"I feel a lot lighter in my body."

The soldier's surprise erupted from time to time in the army, and a smile appeared on the corner of Locke's mouth, he raised the Destroyer of Realms in his hand, and then said calmly: "This is the power that the gods have blessed us, you don't have to worry about being injured in this battle, and you don't have to worry about being consumed as consumables." ”

As Locke spoke, he lifted the Destroyer of Worlds in his hand, only to see a shadow force leap from the blade of the Destroyer of Worlds and shoot into the corpse on the ground.

The power of the shadows quickly poured into the corpses, which first wriggled unconsciously, and then began to slowly rise from the ground, screaming meaninglessly.

Standing on the cliff not far away, Arthas frowned slightly, he didn't expect Locke to have a death spell, the disgusting feeling that came from the soul origin made Arthas ask in a low voice: "Why does this evil aura come out of Locke's body." ”

"I don't know, Your Highness the Prince, when the war is over, maybe you should ask him personally." Farrick looked at the situation below, and said with some unoptimism: "It looks like the nobles of Alterac are planning to lose their money. ”