This night in Dan Morro.

Orc's Grand Chieftain Orgrim stood alongside the blood-stained snow field with the troll leader Zugin, feeling the cold of the cold wind blowing through them.

The sound of fighting came out in the distance, but Ogrim did not focus on the area where victory was assured, he raised his head and looked at the north in the distance.

"It's a pity."

After a moment, he withdrew his gaze and sighed as he stroked his hammer.

Zujin also showed a look of regret, they got the news that a group of paladins had gone to the Arathi Heights, and they could already predict the situation there.

"Who is the griffon knights leading the way?"

Orgrim then asked, wondering who was getting in the way of his plans.

He originally wanted to send more Black Dragon troops to occupy the entire Arathi Heights in one fell swoop after capturing Riptide Fort, but he didn't expect to be blocked by a group of brute hammer dwarves and let this huge plan burn.

The Griffin Knights, led by the Hammer Dwarves, are the most elite air force in the Alliance, and even the Black Dragons can't defend against them.

"Kudran. Brute Hammer, he is a dwarven hero and the brother of the current leader of Brute Hammer. ”

Zujin replied that the trolls and the Hammer Dwarves also had a history of hatred, so he knew who was blocking the black dragon now.

Kudran. Hammer, a powerful Hammer dwarf who has the courage to fight, has brought the elite of his clan to the aid of the Alliance, and he may be even more powerful than the Dwarven Lord

"Kurland? I remember the name."

Orgrim nodded, keeping the name in mind.

He is now very good at the Alliance's air forces, the Horde's Black Dragons are much stronger than the Alliance's Griffons, but their cavalry is too poor.

The air battle mainly depends on the combatants on the mount, and the tribe that has learned to enslave the black dragon naturally cannot be compared with the alliance.

But Orgrim can't do it, they can wait now, and in a little while, they will have a much larger air force, and they can overwhelm the Hammer Dwarves with their numbers.

"Even if Riptide Castle is lost, we have also shown our strength through it, and we have reminded that Alterac coward that he has betrayed the Alliance."

Ogrim grinned and smiled coldly:

"So now we have enough time to slowly drag the front to the north."

Probably no one in the alliance knows that attacking Fort Riptide is a foolproof plan for Orgrim, right?

Although the Horde may soon lose Riptide Castle again, through this operation, the Horde has unwittingly received the definite betrayal of one kingdom of humanity, and the other kingdom is afraid.

No, they have achieved more than that.

With Alterac's betrayal, the Horde can move forward slowly, and if the Southern Continent is completely absorbed, if the Horde attacks the Northern Continent - Alterac will immediately turn against him and use force against the current Alliance.

The Horde has already decided to win.

They even have their secret weapons - the orcs who have been hidden by Alterac and have reached the north.

"I really hope that the Fireblade Clan and your men won't miss out."

Orgrim looked at Zujindao.

"Malakulas has been with me for centuries, and he knows the terrain of Quel'Salas all the best."

Zu Jin bent down and smiled weirdly:

"Coupled with the Fireblade Clan, known as the Lightning Blade, there's no reason why they should miss."

The confident look on the troll leader, who was familiar with the elves, also made Orgrim feel a lot less uncertain.

"The battle ahead seems to be over, let's go."

Orgrim heard the sound of the battle begin to fade and took Zujin with him to reap the results.

-- Mograine: They brought very bad news.

The Alliance didn't know how the orcs had gone north, but Kael'thas had guessed.

This is undoubtedly the help of the Altranac Empire to hide the orcs and their figures, and now that the sea is blocked, only through the mountains on the Altranc side can they go to the north unnoticed.

What are the orcs doing in the north? Without further thought, Kael'thas has already set their target.

The orcs are going to Quel'Salas to follow Gul'dan's orders to steal the runestones that the High Elves have nourished for thousands of years with the Well of the Sun, and have great magical powers.

Although the current chief of the tribe is Orgrim, and there are many things wrong with Gul'dan, the goal of the two is still the same at this stage. Gul'dan needs the runestones of Quel'Salas and then builds his evil Storm Altar full of shadows.

He can use the power of the altar to transform all the ogres brought by the Twilight Hammer clan into two-headed ogres, so that all Twilighthammer ogres become powerful warlocks.

The ogres, as their name suggests, are brutal, bloody, strong, and simple-minded. They have lived in the wild for many years and have formed various tribes with caves as their home. They have now been conquered by the orcs, worship their power, and are willing to fight for them.

History has taken another step back to its original path, and Kael'thas has felt tremendous pressure.

He couldn't let the rune stones be stolen by the tribe, or those ogres would turn into clever two-headed ogres, and learn the spells of the warlocks, and the tribe would be even stronger.

Kael'thas hurried back to his tent, unable to greet the elves, and took his pen and wrote a letter.

He was going to write to King Anastarian to prepare him for the invasion of the orcs.

It's not that hard, those defenses that Kael'thas has prepared are perfect, and as long as the people sent by Anastarian aren't idiots, it shouldn't be a problem to repel these orcs.

After writing the letter, Kael'thas gave it to Mephitas, asking him to give it to his father as quickly as possible.

Believing in him, Mephites didn't ask anything, took the letter and left.

Before leaving, he asked Onexia to stay by Kael'thas and keep him safe.

The Black Dragon Princess did not object.

Kael'thas took her with him and began to arrange the battle for the night.

After the order to go down, and after an hour of waiting, the order to fight was delivered.

"Let's go."

Kael'thas rode a white bird and joined the human team with the elves.

In the darkness of the night, the Alliance's teams rallied at incredible speed, then formed a cone and launched an assault on Fort Riptide.

The elves were surrounded by humans in the middle, and they followed the flow of people and galloped forward.

From the crowd of heads, Kael'thas looked up to see the human knights at the forefront.

Nearly a thousand knights with swords and horses galloped side by side, and the silver light shone on the earth, like the light that appeared on the horizon when the sun first rose.

“bybloodandhonorweserve！！” (We defend honor with blood) He heard two voices.

In the midst of the knights, two figures, one tall and one short, one strong and one delicate, Mograine and Caria, dressed in cloaks of the same color, shouted the same slogan.

This is the inheritance, a hopeful inheritance of humanity from the old era to the new era.

The corners of Kael'thas curled up at the corners of his mouth, and he suddenly shouted.

“holdyourheadhigh！” (Raise your head) "Selamashalanore!" He turned to look at his elves, his eyes full of pride.

“ourenemieswillfall！！” All the elves cried out after him.

yes

They are the proudest

How can they be worse than this group of humans?

"Uhhh

Trumpets sounded on the battlefield.

At this moment, whether it was elves or humans, looking up or laughing with pleasure in the sky, the hearts of all people were filled with glory.

It doesn't matter if it's war or not.

The important thing is that they were not lost.

They firmly believe that the union of hearts with common justice is enough to tear through any darkness.

------At the same time.

King Anastarian of Quel'Salas received an urgent communication from Mephites.

"Mephites, what's going on this time?"

He looked a little tired, but he looked at the phantom of magic with a very steady and serious expression.

Anastarian was confident that the old mage would not disturb his rest for no reason.

"Your Majesty, this is a letter from His Royal Highness the Prince."

Mephites chanted some incantation, and then a letter emerged from the circle:

"Your Highness said that this is a matter of great urgency and needs to be handed over to you as soon as possible."

Anastarian frowned and took out the letter.

He opened it in front of Mephites, and looked at it earnestly.

It was indeed Kael'thas letter, and he had an impression of his child's handwriting.

But what was written in the letter puzzled Anastarian.

"The orcs want to attack Quel'Thalas again?"

Kael'thas did not specify the purpose of the other party, but wrote about the orc's intention to attack Quel'Thalas.

Despite Anastarian's misgivings, he quickly chose to trust his children.

"You go and tell Kael'thas that the orcs won't take advantage of it, so don't worry."

He said to Mephites.

"Yes, Your Majesty.

Mephites nodded, and soon the circle dimmed.

[Who should be responsible?] 】

Anastarian took the letter and left the room where the communication was to be held as he thought about it.

He had several candidates in mind, but suddenly remembered another person.

Darkan

King Anastarian sensed a strange thing—Mephites and Kael'thas were wary of the mage.

Although the mage had always been loyal, he trusted these two close people more.

[Okay, let him do it.] 】

King Anastarian decided to put the mage to the test, if anything really wasn't right

The High Elves don't need a powerful time bomb.

(To be continued)