The griffin was as fast as the wind, leaving behind the smoke of the fire and soaring all the way northwest. From time to time, you can see the inhabitants converging in the direction of the Beira Valley.

After a night of grooming, the messenger flew to the western end of the basin at noon the next day, and began to search north along the mountain wall. After another two hours, just as the dwarven messenger thought he was flying in the wrong direction, a large gap suddenly appeared in the steep wall of the mountain wall in front of him.

Bella Valley, it's finally here.

However, contrary to the description, this is not a barren valley, and there are countless workers working intensively at the mouth of the valley, and there is a lot of noise. Large construction machinery is being installed and commissioned, roaring and emitting black smoke, and rows of scaffolding are rising from the ground, forming the prototype of a tall and majestic building.

The dwarves were also skilled in construction, and the messenger could tell from the size and shape of the scaffolding that a massive fortress was going to be built here.

The griffons swept past the construction site, countless workers looked up, and a team of archers at the mouth of the valley hurriedly opened their bows and aimed their arrows at the griffins.

"Who is here?" The captain of the sentry shouted.

The messenger hurriedly landed, spread his hands to show that he was not carrying a weapon, and waited for the sentries to lower their bows and arrows before turning over and leaving the griffon.

"I am a messenger from Ironforge Castle, and I have brought an urgent secret letter from my king to present to your lord." The dwarf messenger said with a bow on his chest.

The Dwarven Kingdom of Ironforge is the largest dwarven force in Azeroth, and the king, Magni Copperbeard, is known as the greatest warrior of our time.

The captain of the sentry was little Barton, and when he heard this, he hurriedly ordered his subordinates: "Go and ask Lord Dawson." ”

Since the lord was "sick in bed", all the affairs in the valley fell on old Dawson, and the reception made him naturally not run.

"I wonder what message Mr. Courier has come to convey, are you preparing for a decisive battle with the enemy?" Taking advantage of the sentry's briefing, Little Barton and the dwarven messenger chatted and asked about the purpose of the visit.

When the dwarven messenger heard this, his face became a little ugly, and he thought for a moment and replied: "I may be going to disappoint you, warriors, just yesterday, we have reached a ceasefire agreement with the orc alliance, and the two sides will temporarily use the Sadol Bridge as the boundary and withdraw their respective troops. ”

"What's going on? Have you succumbed?! There was an anxious shout from the side, and old Dawson just happened to arrive, and when he heard the news, his color immediately changed.

Once the two sides cease fire, without the containment of the large forces on the front line, the orc coalition forces can deal with Mochizuki Village with all their might. You must know that there are 30,000 elite orc troops hoarded on the north side of the Sadol Bridge! How can this Mochizuki Village resist?!

The dwarven messenger's face became more and more ugly, and old Dawson's gaze was like a steel needle, piercing him to lower his head.

"This is Lord Dawson, right? Please don't get excited, listen to me. "According to the agreement, this retreat is two-sided, our side will retreat to the South Gate Trail, while the other side must retreat to the line of the Alterac Mountains for a period of 3 days. ”

With that, the dwarven messenger took out a parchment scroll with wax from his backpack and handed it to old Dawson: "This is a letter from my king, which details the reason and process of this agreement, please present it to your lordship." ”

Old Dawson raised his eyebrows, snatched the envelope, and asked, "Why do you want to withdraw the troops?!" ”

The dwarven messenger hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said: "Actually, the armistice agreement was proposed by the orcs, and we dwarves and gnomes did not agree, but Grand Duke Berval-Fortagen of Stormwind City insisted on going his own way, and as allies, we cannot act alone." ”

"Vortagen? What exactly does he want to do? Old Dawson asked.

The messenger was ashamed, and simply let go, and replied loudly: "The Grand Duke of Pagodagen is stepping up preparations for a fleet to attack Theramore, and the orc chief Thrall is also gathering a large army to take this city-state first. ”

"What!" Old Dawson was dumbfounded.

The city-state of Theramo is located on the seashore of central Kalimdor, facing the eastern kingdom side, and its inhabitants are mainly made up of dwarves and humans, with the supreme governor being Gianna Prodmore.

As a student of Antonidas, Gianna is not only a powerful water elemental walker herself, but also a long-sleeved politician. Not only did she have a good relationship with the humans, but she also made a peace treaty with the nearby Orc Empire, which of course was a very dishonorable thing, and she killed her father, Admiral Kurtilas, Daylin Prodmoor.

In any case, as a neutral city-state, Theramore has always been at ease between the major powers, what happened this time? Will it provoke the two major forces of humans and orcs to attack at the same time?

"The details are in the letter, my mission has been completed, and I will rush back to Ironforge Fort immediately." The messenger said no more, stroked his chest, turned to the griffin, and flew away.

Old Dawson grabbed the envelope in his hand, his face was cloudy, and the messenger had just left on the griffin, he tore the envelope, pulled out the letter, and looked at it in public. Little Barton was silent, moved to his side and stretched his neck to look at it, but before he could see the introduction, old Dawson lowered the letter and looked up suddenly, and shouted at the construction site: "Bloomberg, the progress of the fortress must be accelerated and accelerated, and it will be completed within a month!" ”

At the same time, on the walls of the Hammertown fortress, Short was still chanting incantations with his eyes closed, and the little cub was standing beside him, holding a letter and reading it word for word.

"Thirty thousand elves? Captured Theramore?! Short finally couldn't stop chanting.

The letter was sent from Orgrimmar, and the contents were unbelievable, saying that half a month ago, a powerful elven army suddenly appeared, crushing the defenders of Theramore with a devastating force, and occupying the seaside city-state. Gianna, the former supreme administrator of Theramore, was outnumbered and exiled to the orc capital of Orgrimmar, where she lived directly in the dormitory of the Grand Chief of Thrall, of course, the last point was revealed by the Courier privately......

"Interesting, interesting." Short laughed, then realized that he couldn't do this, and quickly coughed twice, "The Grand Overseer of Tudor is about to lead 30,000 troops back to Orgrimmar to join the main attack force, how is our naval capacity?" ”

The little cub thought for a while and replied: "As far as I know, the transportation capacity is very limited, and it can only transport up to 10,000 people at a time, and as for the next trip, it will have to wait at least a month." ”

Short laughed again, he couldn't stop it at all, a month, an army of 20,000 people, enough to level the thousand people in the Bella Valley ten times! Oh...... Maybe it's only enough for five times...... But what does it matter? They're dead anyway!

"You're the highest military commander in the area, go and arrange the offensive route." Short said with a smile.

The cub's expression did not fluctuate, he folded the letter and stuffed it back into his pocket and left, Short rubbed his stomach for a long time before he stopped laughing, coughed twice and began to chant the incantation again.

Descending the wall, the little cub walked towards the castle, his brow furrowed. Arranging the offensive route of the 20,000-strong army was not an easy task, and he had neither a staff officer nor a good enough familiarity with the Arathi Basin, after all, just a few days ago he was only a squad leader.

There is only one person here who knows the whole basin by heart, but that person is now in prison because of poor command.

In his thoughts, the little cub unconsciously walked to the door of the governor's palace.

"Lord Overseer?" The little cub was about to go in, when a beautiful female voice suddenly came from behind him, and when he looked back, he saw a female undead in a black robe standing behind him.