"My lord, who in the north is qualified to be the owner of this ownerless land except you?" Sorge Lei spear stroked his beard, stared at the copper bell and said mysteriously with big eyes, and nodded his head if he had deep meaning after speaking.

Cheng Xiaotian gasped, "Coveting the Borderland, this ...... I'm afraid it's not very good, right? Besides, don't you dwarves want to be ruled by your own kindred? ”

Hearing this, Sorge said dissatisfiedly: "This place belongs to humans, how can dwarves rule?" The only people who can rightfully take over this land are you and Prince Stormgard, and you are obviously the more suitable people. ”

Cheng Xiaotian nodded when he heard this, and fell into deep thought, Sorge glanced at his people triumphantly, and everyone showed unconcealable anticipation in their eyes.

"Don't hesitate any longer, my lord." Sorge struck while the iron was hot, gave another dose of fierce medicine, and said affectionately: "The north has been in chaos for too long, the people have no one to rely on, and they are miserable, and a strong leader must be there to re-establish order." And, I heard you're going to war with the Alliance, and with tens of thousands of people living in the Alterac Mountains, it's easy to recruit thousands of elite warriors. ”

If Cheng Xiaotian was still hesitating just now, when he heard this, he immediately made up his mind. He raised his head and looked at the group, his eyes flashed with a scorching light, and said, "I can call the shots now, as long as you fight bravely, after you destroy the Syndicate bandit army, that mountain range will forever belong to your Thunderspear Dwarves."

"Aha!" Sorge laughed loudly when he heard this, laughing and laughing with tears, with Cheng Xiaotian's words, even if they Thunder Spear Dwarves have a territory of their own, they are no longer a wandering and helpless group. As for whether he can achieve victory, Sorge didn't think about that kind of thing at all, Cheng Xiaotian can even defeat an army of tens of thousands of orcs, what is the value of just syndicate bandits?

Not only him, but the rest of the Thunderspear Dwarves looked at each other, and they were all excited.

Cheng Xiaotian hurriedly poured cold water on them, and said solemnly: "Don't be in a hurry to be happy, I remind you that victory is not for nothing, and you need to pay the price of blood and life."

Sorge wiped a handful on his face and said with a smile: "My lord, it seems that you are not clear about the history of our Thunder Spear Clan, during the Second Orc War, in order to fight against the Orc Army, the dwarves of each department drew out the most elite warriors to form the Thunder Spear Army, and the lone army went deep behind the enemy to fight, this army is the predecessor of our Thunder Spear Dwarves." After all these years, our martial traditions have not changed, and if it weren't for Zoka's insistence on waiting for reinforcements, the syndicates below might not have been able to stop us. ”

Cheng Xiaotian shook his head secretly when he heard this, maybe their martial spirit has not changed, but their ability to interpret war must have degraded, and Zhuoka's decision was right.

A hundred or so people, if they are good, it is indeed possible to break through the encirclement, but what if they break through the encirclement? I don't even know where the friendly troops are, so are they just running through the mountains? If the enemy follows and kills, this person can't stop the battle at all, so he can only run all the way to death, and what is the use of leaving a few remnants to run out of the mountain in the end?

"You are not scouts, don't make unnecessary sacrifices, I want you all to live." Cheng Xiaotian patted Sorge on the shoulder, stood up and walked towards the eagle's beak cliff.

"My lord, what are we going to do next?" Sorge looked at Cheng Xiaotian's back and asked suspiciously. "We're long out of food."

Cheng Xiaotian looked back and smiled, "In a few days, the reinforcements will arrive, and I will hunt for you, and I won't let you go hungry to fight." ”

After speaking, Cheng Xiaotian stepped out of the air, and the Yuntong sword on his waist automatically flew off the sheath to his feet, and after he stepped on both legs, he accelerated sharply and flew off the cliff with a sharp sword light.

When the Thunderspear Dwarves received the news that reinforcements would arrive, they were relieved and began to arrange for people to be deployed in shifts. Although the Syndicate is a siege strategy, if you let your guard down, people may touch the mountain at any time.

Eagle's Beak Rock is surrounded by cliffs on three sides, and only the southern slope of the mountain is gentle, so only a very small number of troops need to be deployed in such a terrain, and it is difficult for people on the mountain to rush out when the roadblocks are set up. However, there are two sides to everything, it is difficult for people above to come down on this kind of terrain, and it is even more difficult for people below to go up, so the troops deployed on both sides on the front line are very small.

This kind of terrain belongs to the "dangerous line" in the six elements, but because there is no way back, it is not typical, and the two sides are in a balance of power. But the problem is that there is a huge disparity between the enemy and our forces, it is difficult for the trapped side to change, and the slightest carelessness may wipe out the whole army.

He is actually more anxious than anyone else, the big war is imminent, and the life and death of Arathi Basin and Riptide City are on the line, and they are already in danger. He came to ask for help, but now he is entangled here and cannot get out, not only did he not find help, but he used soldiers and horses to help others fight, which is really contrary to the original intention.

Is it possible to let it go?

"Forget it, I don't want to do that." Cheng Xiaotian shook his head and sighed, and flew into the distance.

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In the evening, under the disappointed eyes of everyone, Cheng Xiaotian flew back to Eagle's Beak Rock alone.

Sorge hurriedly played a round and said, "My lord, there is a kind of vine on the mountain here, which can be eaten, although there is some faint toxicity...... I promise, the toxicity is really mild! It was also delicious......"

Cheng Xiaotian smiled and raised his hand to interrupt him, "You don't need to eat any vines, let's eat barbecue tonight, it's enough!" ”

After that, Cheng Xiaotian pinched a strange trick in his right hand, patted it lightly on his waist, and a huge brown bear appeared out of thin air and fell on the snow.

The Thunder Spear Dwarves were dumbfounded, what kind of spell was this? Some of the self-righteous guys also learned his gestures and slapped them on the waist. But it's useless, not to mention whether they have a Qiankun bag or not, and even if they do, they can't shoot it, and the dwarves' fingers are short and thick, and they can't figure out those tricks at all.

By the time Cheng Xiaotian photographed the third wild boar, all the dwarves had given up their studies and pounced on them with cheers, which had starved them to death in the past few days. More than a hundred dwarves swarmed up and did their work in a hurry, some of them dealt with the prey, some went to chop wood and make fires, and the division of labor was clear and not chaotic at all.

Half an hour later, ten bonfires were lit at the top of the hill at the same time, and the dwarves began to roast their meat. These naturally optimistic fellows began to sing and dance around the campfire, playing the accordion and laughing loudly, as if they were celebrating the New Year.

Cheng Xiaotian was infected by them, and he also sang nonsense, until the aroma of barbecue began to permeate, he stopped, beckoned to Sorge, and walked towards the eagle's beak cliff. Sorge hurriedly ripped off a piece of half-cooked meat and chased Cheng Xiaotian into the night.

The moon climbed up, and the evening breeze was cold, blowing Cheng Xiaotian's robe. Sorge lowered his head and gobbled it up as he trotted.

On the edge of the cliff, Cheng Xiaotian stopped, looked at Sorge and asked with a smile: "I'm curious, as the elite troops of the dwarves, why didn't you go back to your hometown after the war, but stayed in this chaotic land."

Sorge was stealing food, Cheng Xiaotian turned his head coldly, so frightened that he quickly wiped his greasy mouth with the back of his hand, and then put his hand on his chest and wiped it, and then asked with a straight face: "I don't know if adults can understand the battle of the three hammers?"

Cheng Xiaotian nodded.

Sorge showed a trace of bitterness on his face, sighed, and said, "Some of us are from the Copperbeard Tribe, some are from the Brute Hammer Tribe, some are Black Iron Dwarves, and even small tribes like Stone Fist. Where are you going to let us go back? What to do when you go back? Take up arms and engage your former comrades? Just for the ambitions of those big shots? ”

Cheng Xiaotian also sighed when he heard this, he felt the mood of Sorge-Thunder Spear, but the Thunder Spear dwarves could hide, but they couldn't dodge, they could only accept the killing imposed on their heads by the enemy, kill others, or be killed......

"We are all victims of ambition, perhaps...... There are also those careerists who think they can control others, but in fact, they are just pawns in this battle. Cheng Xiaotian turned to the cliff and sighed as he looked at the blue moon rising in the east.

Sorge looked confused, he didn't understand a word of this...... "My lord, I don't know how to play chess, but ...... As long as the chess is played, someone will definitely play it, right? Why don't you put it out and do it? ”

Hearing these incoherent words, Cheng Xiaotian's eyes froze, and the fire flashed in his mind, as if he had illuminated something. But this little spark was extinguished in an instant, and I wanted to explore it again, but it disappeared again......

At the same time, at the foot of the Eagle's Beak Rock Mountain, in the camp of the Syndicate bandits, a middle-aged man in a black robe walked out with a curtain, looking at the light of the fire on the mountain, his brows gradually furrowed.

He had a pattern of light and darkness on his chest, indicating that he was a third-order priest - an apostle of light and darkness.

"Chief, these people don't seem to give in so easily." The man asked, tilting his head slightly, looking behind him.

As soon as his words fell, the curtain of the door behind him rolled, and another middle-aged man walked out. This person is actually the chief of MI7 in Stormwind City-Madias Shore! (To be continued.) )