Hinterland, a group of dwarven griffin knights are patrolling the sky, and the dwarves from the Brute Hammer tribe have recently received bad news that a monster has entered their territory. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"There, lord! Look there. A dwarven sentry suddenly shouted.

Kudran Brutehammer changed the direction of Scarre, staring down in the direction Flanders was pointing. Yes, there it is! His sharp eyes caught those things. He kicked the griffin with his heel, and his griffon mount responded with a soft call, tightening its wings and swooping down.

Yes, now he could faintly see something making its way through the forest below. Trolls? These creatures had the same green skin as the disgusting forest trolls, but they walked on the ground instead of skimming over the branches.

As creatures who knew the forest almost as well as elves, their steps were too heavy and too careless. No, these creatures are not trolls. As they walked through an open field, Kudran saw the guys clearly.

He frowned, with a taller but hulkier body like a human, muscular muscles, and long legs. With heavy weapons like giant axes and hammers, whatever these guys are, they're preparing for a war.

He pulled the reins back. The griffin wagged its tail and spread its wings to fly back into the air. Flanders and the others were waiting in a circle, their weather-beaten skin blending into the tawny fur of their mounts.

They were joined by Kudran, his braided beard and hair blown behind him, and even in this harsh environment, they were immersed in the thrill of flying.

Not far away, he could see a huge eagle-shaped stone sculpture looking down confidently on the world. It was his home, Eagle's Nest Mountain. The sight in front of him did not give him the usual pride and pleasure. Because it's too close to what's going on beneath you.

"See? Suzerain. Flanders exclaimed, not even the wind from above could distract him, "I told you that the ugly bastards have entered our forests, and like the humans who call themselves the Alliance, they are all here for war, and we are closer to humans, and to our friends humans!" ”

"You're right." Kudran said to the sentry. "They're intruding into our world. There are a lot of them, and it's hard for us to attack them while they're in the forest. ”

"Shall we let them wander through our land like this?" Another sentry asked.

"Of course not". Kudran said with a smile to the other Hammer Dwarves. "We're going to find a way to drive them out into the clearing. Come on, lads, let's get home first, I've got some ideas. Don't worry, we'll soon make those green-skinned monsters understand that they're not welcome in Hinterland. ”

But he didn't answer the question of Flanders' alliance with humans, in his eyes, it was better to be friends with humans peacefully, trolls and monsters were enough to give him a headache.

The coalition camp, with its vast number of tents in sprawl and everywhere the sound of soldiers talking or coughing, and the ground was already trampled in mud, Tulayan sat on a rock, burying his head and not knowing what he was doing.

"Paladin, you're here!" An elf suddenly appeared beside him, and if it weren't for the elf start, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

This was not surprising at all, though, for in the weeks he had learned how quickly and quietly the elf could appear and disappear. Aurelia often spoke in Tulayan's ear when he wasn't aware of it, and she seemed to be enjoying it.

"What's the matter?" Tulayan was wiping his armor, but he stopped what he was doing, at least he didn't want to be shot through the ear because the elf felt scorned.

"The orcs are in Hinterland." Aurelia reported. "They're meeting the trolls there." Her words ended with a feeling of disgust. Tulayan knew well that the elves hated the forest trolls, and that feeling was mutual.

It's easy to understand - the same race lives in the forest, but the forest is not enough for two races to live together. They have been enemies of each other for thousands of years, even after the elves drove the trolls out of parts of the forest and established their kingdoms on that conquered continent.

"Are you sure?" Tulayan finally lifted his spirits, put the armor in his hand aside, and touched his chin to think that if the trolls and orcs really joined forces completely, it would cause a lot of trouble, although there had been trolls among the orcs before.

And now the situation of the alliance is not good, the sniping of the orc landing troops in the hills of Hillsbrad has caused the alliance to suffer heavy losses, although with the cover of the navy, the orcs finally did not succeed, but this still gave the alliance a heavy blow.

Aurelia replied angrily, "Of course I'm sure! I heard their conversation. Some kind of treaty was concluded between them. For the first time, the elf showed a hint of apprehension: "They are preparing to attack the Eagle's Nest - and then go to Quel'Thalas. ”

That's right, what can make the elves who have always been in an indifferent attitude care about it will definitely not be a simple union. Quel'Thalas is home to the elves, and the trolls hate them, and if they join the Horde, it's obvious that the finger will be directed at them.

"I'll let Lothar know about it." Tulayan stood up and assured. "We'll stop them before they get close to your hometown." The elf nodded, though she didn't seem reassured,

She turned, ran slowly into the woods, and disappeared again, but Tulayan didn't look that way, he had already walked straight to the command post. In the tent he met with Lothar, Khadgar, Terenus, and others.

"The orcs are aiming for Eagle's Nest Mountain, and they really went around to our rear." When he walked in, everyone looked at him and looked at him with a look of surprise that they didn't understand where he had gotten the news.

"A ranger reported it to me, and to be honest, it's the first time I've seen them so panicked and uneasy." Tulayan shrugged his shoulders, and the continuous fighting turned the young paladin from the initial panic in the face of the big shots to calm: "The orcs and the forest trolls have united, and they are preparing to launch an attack on the Eagle's Nest Mountain. ”

"Damn it!" Lothar has been a bit manic lately, and the rise of the Holy Falcon Empire has made him full of anger, but he has no way to vent it.

Although he is known as the Generalissimo of the Alliance, it is clear to everyone that he will not be able to lead the Alliance army to help Wryon regain lost territory under the threat of the Orcs.

"Lothar, what are we going to do?" Tulayan was still waiting for Lothar's decision, he could clearly feel the panic of the elves, and if Lothar ignored them, Tulayan believed that they would lose this ally in an instant......