In the woods on the side of the Hellfire Fortress, Lin Yue was staring at the strange and hideous steel fortress in front of him from a distance. At this time, a group of high-level demons were pouring out from the main gate of the fortress, and the only exit, and on both sides of the passage stood several demons who were obviously boss-level demons. Although these leader-level demons were just small soldiers that Lin Yue could solve in minutes, it was still difficult to sneak into the fortress quietly without being discovered by so many demons.

Lin Yue, who was lurking in the forest waiting for an opportunity, suddenly felt a subtle magic fluctuation behind him, and a looming vortex suddenly appeared, and then slowly spread. This was the fluctuation of the teleportation array, and just as Lin Yue's whole body breath was raising to prepare for a thunderous blow, a familiar voice appeared.

"It's me. Immediately, a figure appeared in front of Lin Yue from the whirlpool, and the momentum on Lin Yue's body disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Why are you here?"

"to stop you. ”

"Huh?" Lin Yue was a little puzzled.

"Now you can't go in, even if you dodge this group of demons at the door, it's a dead end to enter the inside of the fortress. Medivan explained.

"Why?" Lin Yue asked.

"This fortress has just been established, and Akmund has a large group of high-ranking demons and elite demons stationed inside, and you are not killing yourself when you go in at this time. ”

"How long will it take?"

"Let's help stabilize the war at the front first, and then talk about it in a few days. But if you really want to go in and do something, I think it's better to find some help. Medivan said.

"Helper? ”

Medivan walked up to Lin Yue and whispered a few words.

Lin Yue was a little incredulous, "Are you sure you're looking for them?"

"If you want to put the Burning Legion in one pot, you have successfully entered and exited the Emerald Dream Realm before, take this with you, give it to the helpers you found, and they will be able to come back with you. As he spoke, Medivan took out a bag with something in it, and it was heavy.

Lin Yue took the bag, opened it and took a look, then cautiously put it away.

Turning his head to look at the hellfire fortress in the distance, Lin Yue sighed and said, "Okay, I'll try it." After speaking, their figures flashed, and Lin Yue and Medivan disappeared in place-

Two columns of green-skinned warriors tugged at the thick ropes that tightened, slowly pulling a huge cage with rollers up the wide slope and carrying it to the last ship in the harbor fleet. Despite the harsh winters of Northrend, the muscular orcs were sweating profusely. Whenever they dragged the rope hard, there was a tension on their broad-jawed faces.

Guards stood on either side of the ramp, torches in one hand and weapons in the other. The grim brown eyes were not focused on the laborers of the trailer, but on the tightly wrapped cages. The huge cube is covered with a tarp sewn from goatskin, and there is not a single crack visible on it, making it impossible to guess what's inside.

However, there are still clues, just look at the orcs carrying the goods themselves. Despite the desolate port, there is no shortage of sturdy livestock that can replace the orc coolies, such as the Kodomon with horns on their heads. There's even a three-set mammoth cart that is usually used to transport large numbers of people. However, not only were these pack beasts not put to good use, they were also deliberately driven away from the docks. Despite this, the Kodomons splayed their nostrils wide, and the mammoths waved their proboscouts. All the animals were in a commotion looking in the direction of the fleet.

The north wind howled violently, and suddenly became more and more violent. The weather in Northrend is always a condition...... That's the storm. However, there are also three, six, nine and so on. At this moment, the icy sea water suddenly rolled up huge waves, shaking the pier and shaking. All the ships were rocked violently, and their hulls creaked under the pressure.

A formidable roar and crash came from the depths of the cabins of some ships. So the crew on deck quickly rushed to the hatch leading to the bilge. Even the battle-hardened sailors and warriors couldn't help but look worried.

The last ship was rocking as well...... The pedal to the shore twisted and slanted to the side. Several guards were caught off guard and fell to the ground, while the laborers were thrown around and thrown into a mess.

The huge iron cage shook. At the last moment, the orcs tried desperately to prevent the cage from falling down the swinging ramp. But it was already shaking from within. An angry roar echoed over the cold harbor, the same as that from the cabins, but much deeper. At the same time, something in the cage began to tear the shroud.

The guards of the harbor quickly rushed up. And the people on the pedal are still desperately trying to keep their balance. One of them stumbled and tumbled into the icy waters between the dock and the boat.

The fleet's chief of staff, Briinen, was a one-eyed veteran sailor with various tattoos that recorded his life's experiences. At this moment he rushed towards the pedal from the shore, shouting, "Straighten the cage! Don't let it fall! Prepare your weapons! Where's the powder? If the cage breaks—"

Under the sheepskin cover, the cage began to creak. Although the dim glow of the torch in the wind made it difficult to see the movement inside, the hair-making sound of metal twisting was a good warning to Brienin.

"Raise your spear and go forward! Hurry up, you bunch of wastewood, go to the right side of the cage!"

Two of the guards were either too reckless or too stupid. In short, they are a little closer than others. From Blinin's point of view, what happened next is inevitably missing, but it is enough to see clearly.

The orc at the front poked the cage with his spear. In the blink of an eye, however, something grabbed his weapon, and the spear dragged along with the spear through the crack in the cloth.

At this moment, the second orc instinctively rushed to the rescue of his companion.

A large mass protruded from under the rags.

By the time the orc realized the danger, it was too late. He was grabbed from the pedals as if he had no weight. Before his comrades could reach out to pull him, the giant hand had already crushed the guard's body—flesh and bones, and even a piece of plate armor. Flying blood splattered the people behind them.

The giant hand threw away the orc's limp body and retracted into the cloth-covered cage. The screams of the first soldier were heard from inside, and it was clear that he had not been killed yet.

The orcs with thick spears and spears quickly rushed over, and Brinnin stepped forward to join them. Two guards rushed forward, but the captain knew it was too late.

The screams echoed through the Northland harbor, almost stopping him in his tracks. There was a terrible fear in the scream, and it sounded distracting. There are few things that can shake the will of orcs, let alone cause terror in their hearts. But having paid such a heavy price for captive, they can't help but be jealous.

A terrible squeeze brought the screaming to an abrupt end. Some sticky liquid splattered out, causing the orcs near the breach to take a few steps backwards. Immediately afterward, a foul stench permeated their nostrils.

"Spear! spear!" Brinnin roared as she walked forward. The captain looked up, and in the light of the torch he saw the cracks in the cloth and the crooked bars. The railings were forged so firmly that the great monster could pull it away only slightly, despite all its might. However, it was unfortunate enough for the two guards. "Where's the powder?" Brining asked. But it wasn't specifically addressed to anyone.

Finally, another orc hurried forward, holding a sack the size of a fist. He covered his mouth and nose with a coarse cloth, and handed the same one to Brilinin. The captain tied it to his face with two ropes tied to the cloth, and this mask was nothing more than a precaution. The contents of the sack should not get into Brinnin's nose or mouth, but the pointless risk is worthless.

The captain wanted another orc to complete the task, but he picked up the bag with his own hands. In the nearby cage, the disgusting tearing sound continued.

"Cover me!" The captain stood still, then carefully examined the rip in the fabric. Although he had lost an eye in Kalimdor years earlier while fighting the Union forces led by Field Marshal Plodmoore, Brienen still prides himself on his precision.

The scarred orc took a deep breath under the cloth mask, then aimed at the rip and threw the cloth bag over.

At this time, the wind was blowing, and Brining was worried for a while that the cloth bag would be completely missed. However, it only rubbed the edge of the crack and fell into the dimly lit cage.

A moment later, the captain heard a soft thud. The caged beast snorted in confusion, and then there was the sound of chewing. A little powder mist wafted out of the cracks, but this was nothing to worry about for the orcs. They will be swept away by the wind and will disappear without a trace.

Something heavy and damp fell to the ground in the cage covered with a cloth. Brinnin knew it was most likely the remains of the previous guards. Still, the voice gave the captain hope that his plan had succeeded.

Beneath the cover, the monster let out a grunt of confusion. Suddenly, the entire cage shook violently. A huge figure slammed into the crooked railing. Heavy breathing sounded from the crack in the cloth, but nothing could be seen through the crack.

The sound of breathing began to grow slow and tired. The orcs fell to their ears and listened.

Then there was a loud thud on the ground. The cage shook violently and almost slipped again. It took nearly two dozen orcs desperately to hold on.

Brinnin and the others waited nervously for a short while, but there was no new movement. The captain cautiously walked towards the cage, and with great courage, he reached out and poked the cloth on the outside of the cage.

Safe. Brinnin breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to the others and said. "Get this thing on the boat, straighten the railing, and find something to mend the hole! Prepare me the herbal mixture given by the shaman, and sprinkle a packet on the food of that thing at any time! If we go to sea, we can't afford to do it again!"

The orcs did what they were told. The captain surveyed the silhouettes of the other ships. There is such a cage on every ship. The new Grand Chief, Garrosh, has decreed that this dangerous task must be completed, no matter what the cost may be. And Brinnin and the others don't care about the cost, as all of them are ready to die for the Warsong Vanguard Army's fame-known Great Overseers. Garrosh's epic feat has long been celebrated among the tribe. Not only that, but he was also an advisor to Thrall, the son of the late Grom Hellroar and the orc leader who freed his people from prison.

Yes, no matter how many lives have been sacrificed, no matter how many lives have to be sacrificed before the fleet reaches its destination, it will be worth it for Brinnin and the others. The Horde has finally put its fate in its hands. It's vibrant, aggressive, and that's exactly what post-cataclysmic Azeroth needs. Those who have ruled the world for so long have fallen into decay...... Too weak. And the tribes, especially the orcs, will eventually take possession of the more affluent territories, not only for survival, but for eventual growth. Things, long overdue.

Garrosh had convinced his people that the recent cataclysm was a great sign that their time was coming. The world has been torn apart, and if we want to survive, we must adapt to the new world after the upheaval.

The crew finally loaded the last cage. Brinnin watched as they sealed the cabin. They had plenty of slumber powder, and there were other means to coerce the creatures, but the old orc was still eager for the voyage to end.

He stepped onto the deck, and the first mate saluted him. "Ready, Captain, we can set sail at any time!"

"Let's go, then," Brining whispered. "The sooner we bring the goods to Garrosh, the sooner it will become a nuisance for the Alliance......"

The orc snorted approvingly, and turned to deliver Brinnin's order. Soon, the ship lifted anchor and sailed out of port.

The wind whirled, and the thunder roared. A storm is being brewed, and it couldn't be worse for the fleet. However, in the captain's eyes, the storm was nothing compared to the horrors that the horde's enemies were about to face. Brinnin gazed at the churning dark waters, contemplated the fleet's destination, imagining what his cargo would do with Garrosh under his control.

For a moment, Brinnin almost felt some pity for the defenders of the Grey Valley, almost for the Night Elves.

But in the end...... They're nothing more than Night Elves. (To be continued.) )