In the Land of the Eastern Plague, by a hidden valley creek, Tirio Ferding lived in seclusion, not asking about the world, and concentrating on the barbecue of his Eastern Plague maggots.

But at this moment, he looked at the uninvited guest in front of him with some vigilance, although this dwarf did not have the slightest hostility, Tirio still did not relax his vigilance against him.

Because this is an undead, a dwarven death knight.

Oscar didn't explain much, took out a painting from the space ring and handed it to Tirio.

"It took a lot of effort for Lao Tzu to find you, and it's hidden enough, if you hadn't asked Kesu... Forget it, anyway, this should be yours. ”

Tirio's eyes widened suddenly, and no longer caring about the identity of the death knight of the dwarf in front of him, he rushed up and took the painting in his hand and looked at it carefully, his hands trembling violently.

"This is ... What Tyran painted back then... LOVE & FAMILY ... Oh... My son... ”

Tirio wept in his eyes.

Oscar shrugged, "I can't stay here for too long, Kel'thugad's rotten bones will notice, and... If I were you, leave for the Valley of the Hearth now, where your son is under the threat of a Dreadlord. ”

Tirio immediately perked up, grabbed Oscar's shoulder, and looked at the dwarf in front of him, "Tyran is in danger? ”

"Oh bullshit, that usurper in Illisionne is now estimated to be unable to protect himself, and has long since become the dogleg of Banazal. ”

Looking at Tirio's puzzled face, Oscar continued to explain.

"Not long ago, I broke through the Scarlet Crusade of Dassault in Stratholme, and then found out that Dassault was actually occupied by the Dreadlord Banazar a long time ago, and now Dassault has run to the Valley of the Hearth, if you still don't understand all this, then I really don't bother to explain!"

Tyrio had already believed the dwarf, and nodded quickly, ready to set off immediately.

"You're Oscar, the new Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the Fat Worm Lord, why are you... Riding on horseback, Tirio turned his head and looked at the dwarf in confusion.

Oscar looked proud, "Silly, there are people above Lao Tzu, I have made meritorious contributions to the Alliance, how could that Titan God Venerable make me become a dog leg of the Lich King who has no free thoughts! Lao Tzu is now undercover, undercover understand! In the future, you will counterattack Naxxramas, remember not to accidentally injure my ally!"

Tyrio suddenly realized, and then bowed his head gratefully, "Thank you for your help, and may the Holy Light guide you to liberation as soon as possible." ”

Looking at Tirio as he flew away, Oscar sneered and pursed his lips.

"Bullshit Holy Light, that thing is now according to Lao Tzu, it's strange that Lao Tzu can't burn all over his body. ”

Just as Bridget Abydis and Tirio Fording were heading towards the Valley of the Hearth at the same time, the war in the southern part of the continent was also going on.

The army of the Alliance, on the plain not far from the Black Rock Mountain, encountered the army of the Orthodox Horde.

At the same time, they were swept in, innocently lying on the gun, as well as a small army of black iron dwarves roaming around.

The leader of this Black Iron Army is the puppet commander Agmanch, who is preparing to return to the Black Stone Abyss with his obsidian golems and Black Iron soldiers, but he is unlucky to encounter the evil stars blocking the door from both sides.

Agmanch, the black iron dwarf, stopped the army, looked at the troops of the black stone orcs and black dragons, and then looked at the troops of the humans and the bronkered dwarves, since they couldn't dodge, then...

It's time to join the battle!

"The alliance on the other side, don't shoot! For the sake of the Black Iron Queen and the copperbearded princess Moira, I am willing to help you!"

King Varian looked at the dwarven general beside him, who nodded at Varian.

"Come on, you Black Iron Dwarves better not play any tricks on me!"

"No problem, no problem, those damn orcs and black dragons, we've been looking at them for a long time!"

In the opposite military formation, the Great Chief Red Black Hand rode on the back of a black dragon, looking at the troops of the alliance with disdain.

"You're just trying to beat me with this useless garbage? Defeat the Orthodox tribe? Hahahaha... Stupid human king, you are not far from death. ”

Red shook the hammer in his hand and roared.

"Orthodox tribes, attack! Kill them all! It's time for us to counterattack!"

The Black Stone Orcs and the Black Dragon Dragonmen received the order and immediately began to charge collectively, and the Black Dragoons in the sky also roared towards the troops of the Alliance.

Seeing this, Varian scoffed a few times, "Bullying the Alliance without an Air Force?"

Then, he pulled out a crystal liaison.

"Skybreaker, order all fleets to join the battle!"

The Black Dragoons were momentarily stunned, and they looked at the clouds higher in the sky, where at the moment seven or eight behemoths were piercing through the clouds and slowly descending.

"All turrets, target black dragoons, fire!Dwarf rotary-wing helicopter troops, take to the air at once!"

Soon, a large group of extremely noisy dwarf helicopters dragging two puffs of black smoke flew away from the mothership, circled around the Black Dragoons, and stormed with machine guns and dwarf missiles.

The black technology of the dwarf is also unreasonable, in the low-tech world of Azeroth, there are murderous things like missiles in the air attic, and the horses are powered by steam, which is simply not too mysterious.

As for the war airship, it is completely a product developed in advance by the gnomes who don't want to be compared to the goblins of the Black Savoy Chaebol, and work hard under pressure.

The number of turrets and machine guns on the airship was even more dense, and the Black Dragoons suddenly began to suffer casualties.

And this is not over, the black dragons were surprised to find that the opposite enemy's army formation also appeared in the black dragon compatriots.

The Black Dragons of the Onexia faction protrude from the clouds, and then hover around the airship fleet, working together to kill the Black Dragon Legion of the Nefarian faction.

As a last resort, the Black Dragoons could only concentrate on fighting with the Alliance's mixed air force and gave up ground support.

On the ground, King Varian held his two-handed greatsword, an artifact that had already burned with flames.

"Alliance, attack!"

With that, he rushed towards the army of the Orthodox tribe.

The human cavalry and infantry followed their king closely, launching an all-out charge.

The dwarves were pilots with brass-colored steam tanks attacking the enemy's flanks, and the turrets on top of the tanks and the fire of heavy machine guns were incessant.

A group of black-haired and black-eyed humans began to distort, and the next moment, they reverted to the form of the Black Dragon Dragonmen, wielding the huge double-headed blades in their hands, and roaring towards the Dragon Prince's fellow dragonmen.

The Black Dragon Legion of the Black Dragon Prince faction naturally figured out the current situation.

Onexia, that stinky bitch, she's on the side of the Alliance, helping humanity fight her own people, traitors to the Black Dragon Legion!

Red *Black Hand is also a little flustered at the moment, and the complacency at the beginning of the war has disappeared.

He didn't expect that the alliance would also have black dragons to help, which made him lose his biggest advantage in an instant.