Azeroth Trail of Light

Stone Claw Mountains, the scorching sun stone residence

This land used to be the territory of the night elves, but like most places in Kalimdor, after the explosion of the Well of Eternity, the Kaldorei only kept the lowest level on these lands that did not use much resources. Level of attention.

In fact, they are only symbolic of having two garrison points on this land. Before the tauren migrated from the desolate land, the night elves never thought that this land full of sharp pinnacles, there would be wars such as war. Such a gaffe.

The slowness of the longevity species made them unaware of these things, but in fact, the speed of the situation changes much faster than the elves imagined. After these long-eared guys start to face the threat of the tribe, They were stunned to discover that not only the Stoneclaw Mountains, but even other areas under their control, tribal forces have emerged.

The tragic Battle of Mount Hyjal did not recover the damage to Kaldorei. In the six years since the battle, their control over most of Kalimdor has been weakening, so a team in Stormwind City After the legion secretly entered the Stoneclaw Mountains, the upper layers of the night elves adopted the default method for the actions of this third-party ally.

Pioneer Army Camp, this is the forefront of the Alliance Legion less than 3,000 meters away from the Tauren’s scorching sun stone dwelling. The conflict that Kane Bloodhoof and Varian said took place here.

Here is a unit of the 7th Legion of Stormwind. General John Hawthorne is the commander of this front. General Hawthorne has been a little restless for the past two days, not just because of the perseverance of the tauren. Sneak attack and verbal abuse, this veteran who has experienced the baptism of orc wars and undead wars is more worried about other things.

Just a week ago, some orcs settled in the Sunshine House. Although the orcs and the tauren are both members of the tribe, at least in the Stonetalon Mountains, the camps of the two races are separated, but now they are united.

This abnormal behavior made the instinct of the veteran of General Hawthorne crazy warning, the warning from the deepest heart was telling him that those **** orcs were coming towards them!

The general immediately asked for help at the night elf camp in the rear, but just the next morning, an uninvited guest visited the vanguard camp... he was brought in.

"Who are you? Soldier!"

Hawthorne frowned and walked to the center of the camp with the guards. He looked at the man lying on the stretcher in front of him. He was wearing a Stormwind military uniform, but now it was covered with wounds, and the miserable wounds were covered with blood. Even his left arm was chopped off by a sharp blade. Hawthorne would definitely think it was a corpse if it hadn't seen the nameplate in the soldier's hand.

"Do you have any news to tell me?"

The general lowered his body and approached the extremely pale guy. He probably felt someone approaching. The guard, who was only left to breathe, suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Hawthorne's hand with his only arm. , Screamed in a hoarse voice,

"Go and save... Your Majesty! Theramore! He was ambushed! Go!"

"what!"

General Hawthorne's face changed drastically, and even the soldiers around him began to whisper. The general grabbed the soldier by the shoulder, lifted him directly from the stretcher, and shouted,

"Show your identity! Soldier!"

"Stormwind...Royal Guard...Grmerson...Hurry up...Save..."

The old general wanted to hear more, but it was too late. After struggling to say that sentence, the soldier died. The general hurriedly put his hand in his pocket, trying to find any proof of his identity. thing.

The news that King Varian arrived in Theramore to attend the leadership meeting yesterday. General Hawthorne knew about it. When he heard the bad news brought by this soldier, he instinctively felt the thorny thing, and when he learned from the soldier When he took out a ring from his pocket, the general was stunned.

The Wrynn family mark that Varian never left his hand still had a lot of blood stains on it. As a general, he had been in close contact with this ring more than once. He was sure that this thing was real. This was Wry. The emblem of the patriarch of the En family, under what circumstances can your majesty let it leave his body.

"Assemble soldiers! Hurry up!"

The first thing the general did when he recovered was to shout at the messenger behind him, "Everyone! Everyone is ready to attack!"

"General, calm down!"

The adjutant hurriedly grabbed Hawthorne's shoulder and whispered, "We can't take the initiative to fight with just a ring! This is Kalimdor, we are at a disadvantage!"

The adjutant’s reminder calmed the old general a bit, and he nodded.

"Then send the news of the king's attack back to Stormwind City, identify the authenticity, and then send a signal for help to the night elves behind, everyone is ready! Once the news is confirmed, we must break through the blockade of the tribe as soon as possible. Enter Theramore from the Barrens...If your Majesty is really attacked...War, war will begin!"

As soon as Hawthorne finished speaking, a fierce warning bell came back from the sentry at the front of the camp, so that everyone’s eyes were gathered there, and then they heard the heart-piercing shouts of the sentry.

"The Horde! The Horde has attacked!"

The general and the adjutant looked at each other. The next moment, Hawthorne firmly grasped the ring in his hand, his eyes became fierce, blood-colored anger began to surge on his body, and he was loud and his voice was as loud as a knife. Rang in the camp,

"Alliance soldiers! The Horde thought they could defeat us, and told them with a sharp sword how stupid they were! Ready to fight!!!"

And outside the vanguard camp, an orc with a dragonmaw logo engraved on his arm was waving the tomahawk in his hand and roaring loudly.

"Warriors of the Horde! The cunning Alliance dog ambushed our warchief and killed them! Go and rescue the warchief!"

"Charge with me!"

Behind him, the heavily armed orcs and tauren roared in unison, and further away, the goblins' engineering artillery had sounded.

The war...began!

And the war will never start in this place alone!

The center of the East Continent, Twilight Highland, is the traditional territory of the Wildhammer clan, one of the three dwarves. The original capital of the Dark Iron Kingdom, Grim Batol, is located here. Of course, the cursed city is no longer inhabited. Inhabited, abandoned for hundreds of years.

Some time ago, the return of Kurdran Wildhammer, one of the five heroes of Outland, really excited the dwarves of the Wildhammer clan for a long time. This is still considered a symbol of the rise of Wildhammer, but less than a year has passed. The new threats wiped out the joy and excitement of the Wildhammer dwarves.

Dragonmaw Orcs!

Since those dragonmaw orcs who joined the tribe and fought in Northrend brought back Northrend’s specialty, the savage ancestor dragon, the orcs who once dared to enslaved the Red Dragon Queen, used it Mastered the means to tame this beast in the shortest time, so the Dragonmaw Orcs, who had been suppressed by the Wildhammer dwarves before, regained control of the sky!

The Griffin of the Wildhammer is not dominant in front of the savage ancestor dragon, and the manic temperament, the Dragonmaw Orcs who did not join the tribe once again held the heavy axe of the war. Of course, the defeat more than ten years ago made them more cautious. , Did not launch a full-scale war at the first time, but just a tentative offensive.

But today, densely packed dragonmaw orcs stand outside their camp, and in the sky above them, a huge number of ancestor dragons are flying.

The Dragonmaw Orc standing in the forefront raised the halberd in his hand and roared loudly.

"Dragonmaw brothers! I have received the news that the Alliance and the Horde have gone to war! This is our opportunity! We have to complete the unfinished mission of our ancestors 20 years ago! We have to use the battle axe in our hand to win one for the orcs New world!"

"And this time, we won't fail again!"

"With the support of the tribe, we will surely defeat those weak humans, those **** dwarves!"

"I, Chief Malkorok of the Dragonmaw clan officially announced that the Dragonmaw Orcs will join the tribe from today, and our first task is to completely conquer the Twilight Highlands for the tribe!"

"Brothers, the souls of 20 years ago looked at us in the sky, and we want to pay homage to that failure with a massacre!"

"In the name of the tribe! Beat the drums of war and let the war begin!"

"For the tribe!"

The hideous Malkorok's voice spread throughout the camp, and countless dragonmaw orcs raised their arms and shouted, "For the Horde!"

In this carnival of war and death, there is only one person hiding in the corner, looking desperately at the already fanatical compatriots around him.

Zaira's fists were tightly clenched. As a female orc who participated in the War of the Dead and was promoted to the Warlord, she looked angrily at the figure in the front. Malkorok was once her compatriot, but Now, he has undoubtedly become a careerist.

The most frightening thing is that Zaira knew that relying on Malkorok’s muscular head, she would never come up with such an idea to start a war in the name of the tribe. Therefore, behind him, there are other people controlling all of these!

Zaira felt cold all over, but she knew what to do.

"Orgrimmar...Garrosh! I hope you don't go crazy with them!"

"boom"

Anduin’s fists hit the table in front of him, and the power of the high-ranking paladin made two cracks appear on the hard wooden table, but now, no one in the whole council is paying attention to this. When Lamore participated in the leadership meeting, the little prince who served as the leader of the country, General Windsor, Duke Leoric and other senior officials of Stormwind fell into a certain silence.

"You say it again! Major Samuel! What happened to my father?!"

The little prince asked every word, that the voice of the Buddha was extremely important, and along with his emotional fluctuations, the vow practitioner and the guardian of the truth he had placed on his hand also exuded brighter and brighter light. .

The royal guard who was half-kneeling in front of all the officials, King Varian’s personal guard officer, Major Samuel, was in very bad condition at this time. A hideous wound almost tore his chest, and his face was extremely pale. , The uniform that hadn't been replaced in time was full of blood and disgusting minced meat.

Facing the prince’s question, Major Samuel’s body trembled, not because of fear, but because of anger.

"His Majesty Varian encountered a despicable ambush by the Horde while participating in the leadership meeting. His Majesty was seriously injured. Fortunately, the fellow draenei prophet Velen broke through the blockade of the Horde and brought His Majesty into Theramore. Cultivated somewhere in the territory, the accompanying dwarf king Magni, the elf high priest Tyrande crowned, the Kul Tiras majesty Dalin, the queen of Lordaeron Kalia were all seriously injured or captured by the tribe! Theramore was besieged by the Naga, they joined forces!"

The excited Major Samuel pulled the wound, he let out a cry of pain, and tremblingly took out a broken scepter from his close-fitting clothes and lifted it high.

"Your Majesty ordered me to ask for help from Stormwind. Corporal Grmerson went to Stonetalon Mountains for help! Your Highness! The Horde is at war against us!"

Anduin took the broken scepter. It was a symbol of his father's never leaving his hand. He sat back on his seat in a desperate manner. His heart was confused, but when he thought that he might lose his father, He had the urge to rush to Theramore immediately.

At this moment, three anxious magicians strode into the chamber, holding emergency messages from three places in their hands.

"His Royal Highness, the Dragonmaw Orcs of Twilight Highlands launched a full-scale war against the Wildhammer dwarves in the name of the Horde! Lord Wildhammer Falstad appealed to all Alliance members for help!"

"This is an urgent letter of help from General Garrard at Keephold! The Blackrock orcs hiding in the Swamp of Sorrows rushed out of the encirclement again. They united with the Gurubashi trolls of Stranglethorn Vale and are besieging the Keephold!"

"Report to Your Highness, 10 minutes ago, we received the last magic letter sent back from Stonetalon Mountains... The vanguard has fallen completely, and General Hawthorn... died in battle."

"call"

Anduin stood up abruptly from his seat, his eyes were full of anger, like a lion cub that was completely irritated.

"Marshal Leoric, gather the Morgan Legion and the Night Watch Legion, led by you, to support the Watchtower!"

"General Grian Stallman, give you the command of the Moon Creek Brigade and the Flash Gold Brigade, and cooperate with Marshal Leoric! You must defeat the Blackrock Orcs!"

"Marshal Windsor, gather the 7th Legion and all the warships, and go to Theramore with me!"

The little prince clenched his fists and stared at the scepter in his hand.

"Be sure to bring back my father!"