Azeroth Trail of Light

Princess Kalia is a delicate person.

She inherited Menethil Wang’s unique square face, big eyes and sharp eyebrows. This feature appeared on men, which was the finishing touch, but for Princess Kalia, it undoubtedly destroyed her. That part of the temperament as a beauty.

However, after having fallen in love with the fallen guardian of the earth, and experiencing the massacre led by his younger brother Alsace, the eldest princess, who has completely lost love and lost all of her relatives, is in a way that ordinary people can't imagine. Resilience has re-supported a country.

Theramore, the country that was just born on the coast of Kalimdor, is not prosperous, but it is full of positive and upward taste. Farmers who have lost their land are given new land here and become masters. After we rectified those swamps full of danger, a piece of fertile land appeared on the outskirts of Theramore City.

The old King Terenas was a diligent and loving ruler. Although he ruled Lordaeron from the standpoint of aristocratic class, he really made the commoners remember him, so that after the demise of Lordaeron, Princess Kalia, with the encouragement of Miss Jaina, ascended the heights, and tens of thousands of civilians who had lost their homes followed her on a dangerous migration path.

From Dick's point of view, the eldest princess Kalia has done a good job in this little half a year. With the help of the surviving ministers, the newborn Theramore is developing in a very healthy state.

But it is still a swaddling baby, unable to bear too much responsibility, so Dick’s First Expeditionary Corps did not choose to land on the mainland of Theramore, but directly in the northernmost part of Durotar, Sierra. Moroccan soldiers landed at the port of the northern fortress built.

Princess Kalia, who had returned to Theramore one step earlier, personally took the ministers and picked up the ship at the port. Although the rulers of the Eastern Continent were nothing, the seal they jointly granted Dick was real. If you don’t consider the real authority and the many laughable legions formed by old, weak, sick, and good mercenaries, Dick can be regarded as a great human being. After Marshal Lothar, he is the second one. The commander of the coalition army authorized by all human nations.

However, in the eyes of people who really know how to do it, he is a commander worthless, and even Dick himself doesn't take it seriously.

But right now, there is a very important and serious question before Dick.

This supply of more than 10,000 soldiers is only enough for one and a half months at most. Without challenging Theramore's poor material reserves, he needs to find the source of the grain in time, otherwise the expedition will become a joke.

But before that, Dick has another thing to do.

In the middle of the night, on the coast of the northern castle, the commanders of the Stratholme battle group were scattered around this hidden cape. Herod took his warrior team to **** further away, and Dick in uniform stood in the sea. At the edge of the horn, the eldest lady was sitting on a chair made of ice, and Erigor, who had been remade as a staff member, stood behind Dick.

The quiet sea breeze blowing across the sea is different from the scenery of the Eastern Continent. The original ecological scenery of Kalimdor gives people a feeling of entering the wild. This taste of wild freedom blows over the face and makes the melancholy lady , And become a bit more joyful.

"coming!"

Erigore whispered to Dick. The latter turned his head and saw a few tall shadows holding torches walking into the cape from the other side. The orc headed was wearing a simple black plate armor with his back. With a stone hammer escaping the power of the elements, he walked in step by step, whether it was the fire of justice that was behind Dick's back, or the cold of the black sandalwood in Jaina's hand, all made a slight sound. Buzzing.

"Stop!"

Erigore shouted loudly. The orcs stood ten steps away from Dick. Thrall carefully looked at the armored human paladin in front of him. Dick was also looking at the fate of the next twenty years. the son of.

"Are you Thrall? The current chief of the orcs? It doesn't look like anything special!"

Dick playfully took out a pasted leather letter from his arms, stretched out his hand, and pinched it in his hand.

"Mr. Drektal is a respectable wise man. He is very optimistic about you. This is why I invite you over!"

The taller orc warrior behind Thrall wanted to take the letter, but Thrall stopped him. He stepped forward, reached out and took the letter in Dick's hand, and unfolded it in front of Dick. The corners of Ke's mouth rose.

Thrall, really deserves to be the most affinity orc, just this one action, the two words of trust, deduced just right.

After Thrall finished reading, he passed the letter to the orc behind him, then put his fist on his chest and bowed to Dick.

"Elder Drek'Thar is my mentor on the Shaman Road. I want to thank you for your efforts to mediate the conflict between the Frostwolf clan and the Stormpike dwarves, young human general."

Thrall’s voice is very magnetic. It takes into account the deep voice of the orcs and the tone of human speech. In short, it still makes people unable to raise the emotions of disgust. However, as the mortal enemy of humans in the first 20 years, in addition to Dick, even Miss Jaina also looked at Thrall and the other orcs with a mixture of scrutiny and disgust.

Not to mention the Paladins who have already held their hands on their weapons.

The same is true on the orc side. The atmosphere on both sides is described as a rattling sword, which is absolutely correct.

Thrall and Dick both noticed this, and both realized that it is best to make a long story short, otherwise, after staying for a long time, something that he didn't want to see might happen. But Dick also knows his current identity well. As a hero of the human alliance, he can't show too weak behavior, even though he doesn't really hate these orcs in his heart.

But at the moment he is no longer the player of the year. Whether it is Erigore or the attitude of the Paladin brothers, they remind him that he is now an alliance soldier and a commander!

So he took the initiative to speak, with a strong tone:

"Thar, we are not friends. If at other times, I would like to share life and death with you on the battlefield to seek justice for the lives that died in your hands! But now, I bring the warriors all the way. Here, it’s not for your filthy lives! The great devil destroyed Dalaran, we know what it wants, and I think you should guess it too, so here we come."

Dick glanced at the bad-looking orcs behind Thrall, holding the Grand Crusader sword on his belt with one hand.

"As a temporary peace, I ask you to stop the intrusion of the northern fortress. In return, Theramore will no longer be hostile to you, at least not until the devil retreats! And when you need it, we even pay I can help you."

As soon as Dick's words fell, the tall orc behind Thrall gave a cold snort.

"Huh, humans! Weak fellows, we don't need your help. Durotar is the home of orcs, and humans are not allowed to step forward! If you want war, come! See who taught who!"

Dick's eyes narrowed, and he recognized the orc, it was Varok Saurfang, now the warlord of the orcs, a brave warrior.

Faced with Varok’s taunts, Erigore took a step forward and said with a cold voice,

"If the commander hadn’t decided to meet with you beasts, the swords of more than one expeditionary soldier would have fallen on you. Rude beasts, we can remember all the sins you committed in the Eastern Continent over the past 20 years. Now!"

"bass!"

"bass!"

Saurfang drew out the battle axe behind his back, and the other orcs also drew their weapons. On Dick's side, Erigore held the epee undaunted, and the other paladins also took out their swords.

Jaina stepped back, the staff exuding the gloomy cold lightly touched the ground, and a water element composed of turquoise water appeared in front of her.

The atmosphere entered the rhythm of the battle in an instant, but at this moment when the atmosphere was stagnant, a beating rang out.

"Enough! Varok, put away your weapons!"

Thrall’s rebuke was still effective. The orcs withdrew their weapons, and the Paladins took a few steps back when they saw it. However, this sudden outbreak made the original negotiation with a hint of taste changed back to being dominated by hatred. Atmosphere.

Thrall glanced at Dick, pondered for a few seconds, and said,

"Arrogant general, let's be honest, for the northern fortress, the orcs have no malice. We are only forced to defend ourselves! I personally don't want to start a war over these things. Enough blood has been shed on both sides! And you said Now, the devil is here, so I can stop the wolf cavalry from spying on the northern fortress, but you...you can't expand forward! Varok is right, this is our home, for peace, I can Give some to you, but don't challenge the bottom line of the orcs!"

"Thar...you can't..."

Varok wanted to say something, but Thrall waved his hand to stop it. Dick looked back at the Paladins. Everyone was satisfied with the orc's decision. Erigore also took back his weapon and watched this scene. , Dick touched his chin, and talked about another question.

"What about the demons? How much do you know about them?"

Thrall stretched out his hands, looking like I don't know very well.

"We don’t know much about demons, but we know that they appeared half a month ago. Now Azshara has become a base camp for demons. They have entered Ashenvale, and the elves have taken Very passive retreat. Now the Warsong clan is blocking the entrance from Ashenvale to the Barrens, but frankly speaking, the demons don't seem to treat us as opponents, and they don't even want to divide their forces to attack us."

"Just because they didn't take the initiative to attack, don't you think these demons are threats? Have you forgotten the origin of the orcs and the demons? You can control your own will, how about ordinary orcs?"

Dick shook his head, Thrall's reaction still disappointed him. The orc chief has not yet grown to the next height, and the angle of view of the problem is still a bit weak.

When faced with Dick’s rhetorical question, Thrall was speechless for a while. He thought about it and said solemnly,

"The orc is no longer an executioner dominated by demon blood, but thank you for your reminder, I will begin to pay attention to this."

Dick shrugged. He moved his hands and said briefly,

"I came here with the First Expeditionary Corps, it was for the great devil. I repeat, don’t provoke Theramore and the Human Alliance anymore, Thrall, I know you are a wise orc, you should I can tell who is a friend and who is an enemy."

"We have no plans to be friends with humans."

Before Thrall answered, Varok shouted, "But if you really come for the devil, I don’t mind giving in for this rare courage, but you have to show your sincerity first. The demons want to enter. In the Barrens, the Warsong clan is very difficult to resist. If you help us fight them back, we will immediately withdraw from the northern fortress!"

Dick stretched out his palm to stop the soldiers from pulling out their weapons. He glanced at the silent Thrall and immediately understood that this was also the plan of this kind but also cunning orc chief. He grinned his teeth and looked at his face. The provocative Saurfang said in a deep voice,

"Yes! Tomorrow! At noon tomorrow, the First Expeditionary Army will prove its sincerity! But this is not to prove any boring courage, because this is our purpose here! If you can't hold it, get out!"

The Paladin glared at the orc and made no secret of his sarcasm.

"Understand? I mean, don't get in the way of me, understand?"