The Hillsbrad Hills, a rolling hilly area filled with Union soldiers.

Shortly after the leader of the Alliance, Lothar, arranged for the elves to arrive, news of the orcs and trolls waging war against the dwarves and gnomes, and landing on the Arathi Heights, reached him.

"Damn! We're one step late! ”

Lothar patted her forehead, her face angry.

[If that group of nobles could move quickly, we would have been able to reach Ironforge Castle and set up a defensive line!] 】

He cursed the procrastinating humans in his heart, and then looked at the southern strip with restless eyes.

Only those who have really experienced the war with the orcs know how powerful those green-skinned and black-armored monsters really are! There is no doubt that the dwarves and gnomes must now face the catastrophe of destruction!

Gnomes live in the spectacular, high-tech city of Nomorigan, and they share with their dwarven cousins the rich resources that lie beneath the forested peaks of Mount Danmoro. Although the dwarves of Ironforge also had their own technical and engineering research - it was the gnomes who provided them with weapons and the most critical technical design of the steam locomotive.

The lands of their two races are connected and are the first front between the orcs and the alliance.

Lothar thought of this, and her heart became a little anxious.

"Tulayan!"

He shouted.

"Yes, I'm here!!"

Soon, a young man came running, panting and a slight flush on his face—Lothar knew what it was, and the lad couldn't walk when he saw Aurelia

The young man was intelligent, loyal, and hardworking, and Lothar thought he had great potential, so he appointed him his lieutenant and expected him to grow up soon. If there is any dissatisfaction, it is the stupid idiot who looks at that beautiful elf.

"Quickly go to the Communications Officer and pass this on to Admiral Prodmore!"

Lothar put the news of the Arathi Heights she had just received in Tulayan's hand and commanded in a deep voice.

"Yes, I'll go at once!!"

Tulayan took it carefully, and then answered the call, and ran out again.

Gianna's father, Dalin. Admiral Prodmore is the Coalition's naval commander-in-chief, and with a large number of ships from the island nation of Coultiras, he is now commanding the naval defense by the sea in the town of South Seas.

This was a very good king and gave a very good impression on Lothar during several years of meetings. Lothar is confident that Admiral Prodmore will know what to do when he receives the news.

He must take a portion of his navy across the strait below the Sador Bridge to the Forbidden Sea to block the transmission of orcs!

It's not hard that those savage orcs, after the technology is very weak, will not be the opponent of the alliance at sea.

Ten minutes later, the league stopped resting.

Lothar rode his horse and watched, the sight of soldiers in front of him spreading out into the far reaches of the valley, and for a moment Lothar felt a sense of pride and confidence.

How could anyone, something, be able to resist such a powerful army?

But then he saw the remnants of his brain in the bloodied Storm Kingdom, an unstoppable sea of emerald green, and he became serious again.

"The war has begun, in order to protect our allies! Our family!!"

Lothar drew his sword, pointed to the south, and shouted:

"Forward!!"

In the tide, there were alliance flags with golden lions on a blue background

The sound of the horn sounded, the officers shouted in their ranks, and the grim-faced soldiers marched side by side, with no end in sight

-- The soldiers whose war drums shook the sky and roared, and the artillery fire burst around them all the time.

The orcs roared and ran forward with axes and war hammers, their skin forming a wave of green, fiercely pounced on the enemy in front of them.

It was irresistible, and everywhere he went, there were rivers of blood and corpses all over the field

"Wha! That's our power!! No one can stop the power!! ”

Standing on a high hill looking down on the battlefield, Orgrim Hammer laughed and showed off his sharp, slender teeth, and the hammer he held in his hand dripping with bright red blood, making it impossible to tell how many dwarves had died at his hands.

"Great Chief, this is really, incomparably powerful"

Seeing the scene in front of him, Zu Jin couldn't help but be overjoyed and excited:

"Elves and humans are powerless to resist this force, we will definitely be able to conquer this continent completely!!"

Strong dwarves, under the attack of orcs, can only break as easily as bamboo.

The strength of the orcs is unquestionable!!

It wasn't until this moment that Zujin was completely relieved, and he was sure that there was nothing wrong with his choice.

By joining this powerful tribe, they will surely be able to reclaim their land and bloodied Quel'Thalas and the more cunning human kingdoms!!

The hatred of the Amani Empire, the shame of Zu Aman

Soon, they will be completely eliminated by him and his allies!

Thinking of this, Zu Jin couldn't help but laugh suspiciously.

Orgrim*Doomhammer didn't like this smile, and he believed that laughter should be a bold and enthusiastic laugh, full of pleasure, and not a smile that made people unhappy like Zugin.

However, he didn't say anything, and as a wise leader, he also had to show his generosity.

On top of that, Zujin is a troll who is also a formidable warrior who loves war and has a hatred for humans and elves

That's enough!

[Compared to Guldan's spooky guy, this troll is much more reliable! 】

Orgrim thought to himself, then patted Zujin on the shoulder with his big hand, turned and started running forward, and let out a roar:

"Keep fighting!!"

"The Great Chief's order! Fight!! ”

"Fight!!"

"Rush!!"

Countless orcs howled excitedly, following in Orgrim's footsteps, and rushed forward with a bang.

[I like this race!] 】

Zu Jin felt the ground tremble, and then looked at the orcs running forward all over the mountains, and his heart couldn't help but get excited.

Fighting side by side with the orcs, even he felt the blood boiling with fighting intent.

"Let's rush too!"

He turned and shouted.

"Yes, Lord of War!"

"Follow our allies!!"

The trolls were also red-eyed, and they ran forward excitedly with Zujin.

Orcs and trolls, two green-skinned races, turned into a blood-colored storm on the white snowfield, staining the road red, all the way to the dwarven capital of Ironforge.

However, this is just the beginning

The prologue of a long war

(To be continued)