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Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 273: Orgrimm Location
Chapter 273 - Orgrimm Location
After bargaining for a long time, Terenas accepted Duke's preferential package - only 1.6 million Arathor gold coins per month, half of which could be owed, and the other half must be paid in cash. All outstanding debts could be mortgaged with precious artworks or valuable gold objects.
In exchange, Duke provided 300 FFF flamethrower teams and promised that as long as the flamethrowers did not die, he would try his best to replenish those flamethrowers that were damaged under normal use, and provide all the fuel needed for the battle.
Ilucia was puzzled by Duke's behavior.
"Teacher, uh, Duke, why are you doing this?" Ilucia had seen Duke twist a valve under the tank that was about to flow out the finished fuel, and then a huge amount of fuel flowed out of the huge tank next to it. The flow rate made Ilucia think of exaggerated words such as "the dam bursts" and "the river goes downhill".
Ilucia blinked and looked at the strange Chinese characters engraved on the flamethrower. As long as the valve was pressed, the inscriptions would glow with yellow magic light. "Or are these mysterious inscriptions the biggest cost of producing the FFF Artificial Dragon Breath Launcher?"
Duke glanced at the "inscription" above and blushed for the first time.
There are Chinese characters written on it, such as:
"Burn it! Burn it! Burn it all!"
"Hahaha! Die couple!"
"Any traitor who betrays the Singles Alliance will be burned to death."
"This is the authentic copy of Uncle Duke. Go to hell with all those goblin pirates!"
Duke coughed hard and put on a serious and strict teacher's look: "Well, those are for anti-theft purposes. Once the inscription is damaged, it will affect the operation of the transmitter. Of course, the biggest key is not this."
"That is..."
Duke touched Ilucia's head and said, "I'm glad you didn't reveal the secret of the Dragon Breath Sprayer. In fact, I'm thinking about more than just this war. The war will definitely end with the victory of mankind. The only difference is how much we win and how much each country pays. So I've already started planning for the post-war period."
"After the war!?" Ilucia widened her eyes in shock.
What a far-sighted plan this is!
When the orcs were attacking in full swing and the entire continent was still mired in the quagmire of war, and when every human being could not see the future clearly, Duke had actually begun to think about balancing the power of Lordaeron, the most powerful force in the alliance, after the war... If this was true, then his father was not on the same level as Duke.
Duke looked into the distance, his black eyes became extremely deep, like the endless starry sky, giving Ilucia a feeling that she could never see through it, but was unconsciously trapped in it.
The big hand touching her head brought a strange feeling of warmth and comfort.
For so many years, even his closest relatives have never been so affectionate to him. His father is cold and ruthless, only looking at the balance of interests. His mother is busy with magic. And his two younger brothers are like sharks in the womb, starting to cultivate their own power and prepare to devour each other in the future...
And Duke, the young wizard who claimed to be her master, gave her the warmth she had longed for but never received.
In her heart, Ilucia sighed secretly: "Oh, it would be great if Duke was my husband. Peace of mind, safety... But he will definitely not want me. The price my father asks is something that even the king cannot afford..."
Ilucia knew very well the character of her bastard father. For the sake of the family's interests, he would definitely use her marriage to extract maximum benefits for the Barov family.
Illusia lowered her head slightly and sighed silently.
In the Horde camp in Sepulcher
Grom Hellscream also let out a deep sigh.
For the first time, he felt the heavy burden on his shoulders.
It was originally thought that of the 400,000 orcs on the western front that crossed the sea, as long as 200,000 successfully landed, they would be able to destroy the entire human race on the northern continent.
With the help of the new transport ships transformed by the goblins, the Horde successfully landed 320,000 orcs, and 250,000 of them were combat soldiers. Grom thought it was a sure win. Who knew that humans would come up with some weapons that could breathe fire?
I don't know what that thing is, but once you get your hands on that sticky stuff, your whole body will be burned.
Except for the Blackrock Clan who have a natural high resistance to fire, most of the others will die once they are touched by it.
In order to save the food brought from the transport ships, Grom had to order the wounded soldiers to lead the charge in every attack to consume the enemy's fire.
The only thing to be thankful for is that the opponent does not have too many flamethrower devices, and the range is not too far. Even if it is on the arrow tower, it can only shoot about 20 meters away. If it is on the ground, it will be even closer.
First use long-range weapons, such as catapults, to fire a round, and at the cost of sacrificing some people, you can still pull the humans into close combat. However, every time you are about to win and kill almost all the humans, this disgusting flame weapon often appears again.
the Horde always fails every time.
Now, the area around Sepulcher has become a meat grinder, with tens of thousands of people from the Alliance and the Horde dying here every day.
Noticing the slight footsteps behind him, Grom asked without turning his head: "What's the situation in the rear?"
The swordmaster Samuro appeared from the misty air: "Gul'dan has recruited more compatriots from the Dark Portal. Although their combat power has decreased, at least their numbers have been made up. Now the two brothers Rend and Blackhand are leading 300,000 orcs to attack Arathi Highlands."
"Hmph! Even I can't attack that bridge, how can those two brats from Blackhand do it?" Grom was very powerful, but when he met a guy who could take three of his axes without dying, a guy whose name was pronounced as "Militia Captain", written as "Prince of Stromgarde", and whose last name was Trollbane, Grom couldn't stand up to the enemy.
"No! It's not just an attack from the bridge. Now Gul'dan suggests filling up the strait first."
"Fill it up? Didn't you say before that it couldn't be done?"
Indeed, the Horde had tried before, but any rocks or dirt they dropped would be washed away. After a few days, the turbulent channel did not narrow at all, so the Horde gave up.
"No, Gul'dan got the inspiration from the humans' blockade of our transport ships. He told Rend Blackhand, 'Before, the rocks were not big enough. As long as we smash down big enough rocks, we can still block the strait.' Rend did as he was told, and is now reinforcing the area where the Alliance blocked the strait."
Grom was extremely shocked when he heard this: "Well, I have to say that humans are an intelligent race. It's a pity that we finally have Gul'dan to give us advice."
"It will take about two weeks to seal the strait and create a passage for the army to pass through."
"Okay, then I will nail the main force of mankind here." Flames burned in Grom's eyes.
After discovering that crossing the sea was not a good option, the orcs learned that they could fill the strait to cross the sea and regarded this cause as the highest instruction.
Along the entire strait that separates the north and south continents, now known as the Thandol Strait by more people, the 200-kilometer-long battle line is filled with orc laborers pushing huge rocks to fill the sea.
"108, 109, 110..." When Lirath was shooting orcs across the river and called out the names of 110 one by one, she frowned.
The dragons are coming again.
More red dragons, more Dragonmaw clan orcs.
The alliance couldn't do anything to them.
After all, the Alliance lacked a strong air force that could fight against the Red dragons. The number of human griffins was already small, and they were also at an absolute disadvantage in terms of quality. If they fought rashly, they would die.
In Duke's impression, the only ones who could deal with the orc cavalry without hurting the red dragon were the night elf hippogryph cavalry far away on another continent.
"What a pity..."
The night elves' attitude of not getting involved in other matters meant that they would not participate in this war.
Duke had to let Alleria, Sylvanas and Lirath lead 300 rangers each, and they worked hard to deal with the flexible attacks of the Dragonmaw Clan across the entire front line.
However, the entire bay is being filled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Duke really feels like he's shooting himself in the foot.
If we had known earlier to let the Horde's transport ships cross the strait, there wouldn't be so much trouble. Maybe the Horde would still be foolishly collecting ships to continue crossing the sea.
Duke's flamethrower is useless here because there is the genuine dragon's breath.
Duke, Alleria, and the Alliance bosses in Stormgarde all felt how passive a war is without air superiority.
"Duke, my intuition tells me that you have anticipated something. What are you waiting for?" The great devil Alleria took advantage of the fact that no one was around and caught Duke directly.
Duke had obviously dodged the first attack very flexibly with a flash, and then used the Ice Barrier to break the big devil's trap, but he was still caught by another devil in the end.
Sylvanas took advantage of the moment when Duke's ice barrier's absolute defense ended, descended from the tree like a ghost, and reached out to grab Duke's ear.
"No, no! I surrender!"
Outside the grove, Gavinrad, who theoretically held the title of bodyguard, whistled to indicate that he could neither see nor hear anything.
In the woods.
"Resistance will be punished severely!"
"Confess and you will be treated leniently!"
The Windrunner sisters used the sentences they learned from Duke and applied them back to Duke.
Duke is so embarrassed.
Duke was steadfast and unyielding: "Humph! Someone still owes me a lot of 'good brother'. If I don't pay off the debt first, there will be no deal."
But the bitch's pretentiousness only lasted for a while. After all, this was a big matter involving the Windrunner family, so Duke didn't keep it in suspense for too long.
"It has been eight days since the Second Battle of the Crossing, and we have not found Orgrim's flag. This is not in line with Orgrim's character. I am 70% sure that Orgrim has personally led his army across the sea."
"So... where is he?"
"If I'm not mistaken, he should be here with no more than 50,000 elite Horde soldiers..." Duke opened the map he carried with him and pointed to Hinterland.
The two Windrunner sisters looked a little unhappy.
"This is a good thing, but also a bad thing." Duke paused. "The good thing is that the Horde will definitely anger another branch of dwarves living in Aerie Mountain - the Wildhammer dwarves. The Wildhammer dwarves are good friends with the griffins that breed in Aerie Mountain. Their griffon riders are also quite famous. Now we don't have to worry about not having an air force."
Alleria's expression became even worse. "The bad thing is that the Horde has gotten behind the main force of the Alliance."
To the west is Silverpine Forest, to the east is the Hinterlands, and to the south is Arathi Highlands. The Alliance is almost surrounded on three sides.
"No, I'm not worried about that. The Wildhammer dwarves are very strong. As long as we send out enough reinforcements, they will be able to withstand the attack of the Horde. The problem is that after this, if this elite tribe cannot go west..."
The two sisters followed Duke's finger and moved northward, where the heart of the Kingdom of Lordaeron was. If they passed through Seradan in the Hinterlands, they would go north over the mountains and arrive at the holy city of Stratholme.
"The Horde is going to attack Stratholme?" Sylvanas asked tentatively.
"No. They can't take down Stratholme. Right now, Archbishop Faol of the Alliance is mass-producing paladins in Stratholme. There are half of the Knights of the Silver Hand stationed there, and the defense of Stratholme is completely comparable to that of Lordaeron. As long as the Horde can't take it down in a short time, they will be besieged and killed by the endless stream of humans rushing to defend the holy city."
"That..."
"I am worried about your hometown of Quel'Thalas."
At this time, the two sisters looked at Duke with an expression as if he were an idiot.
Alleria put her hands on her hips, like a proud rooster. "The entire forest of Quel'Thalas is protected by a magical shield. Those stupid trolls won't be able to break in even if they spend another ten thousand years."
Sylvanas also stood with her hands on her hips and her chest puffed out, looking like the elder sister was right.
"Have you forgotten that the Horde actually has warlocks? The books in Karazhan have a rough description of your forest's magical defense system. If you use rune stones, as long as you use enough power to corrode the rune stones in a few key places, the magic shield protecting the entire forest will be a joke."
When Duke said this, the rosy white faces of the two Windrunner sisters had completely lost their color. They were as pale as death.
As ranger generals of Quel'Thalas, they certainly knew the secrets of the magic circle in the forest. The daily maintenance of the rune stones of the magic circle was also carried out under their noses.
If the Alleria sisters didn't know Duke very well, they would have thought that Duke was a spy sent by the trolls.
Duke's last words extinguished the last glimmer of hope in the Windrunner sisters' hearts.
"According to my calculations, the most terrible scenario is that the trolls choose to join the Horde, and then Quel'Thalas will face a catastrophe."
Deep down, the Windrunner sisters were reluctant to believe Duke's inference.
But along the way, when did Duke make a wrong judgment about the overall situation?
The slender body was trembling.
Duke stepped forward and put his hand on one of their shoulders. "You have done enough for the Alliance. Go back and warn Quel'Thalas before the situation collapses. Also, remember to evacuate your parents and your third sister to Silvermoon City. It is the only safe place there."
Alleria bit her lip and said, "What about the defense line along the strait?"
Duke shook his head: "Everyone knows that we can't hold it. In fact, 90% of the people in the entire Arathi Highlands have retreated to Stromgarde. Even if we give up Arathi Highlands, the Alliance can still hold on for a long time. We don't have to worry about the Horde taking the opportunity to invade Hillsbrad Foothills. After all, there is the Thoradin Wall there."
The Wall of Thoradin was a huge fortress and city wall built by Emperor Thoradin to resist the trolls. The stones used to build the fortress were all the hardest granite, and were solidified by the earth element. The heavy catapults could only leave a shallow dent on it.
There you can truly be a one-man army against ten thousand.
Duke smiled calmly and said, "Go back. As a good friend and as the commander-in-chief of the Alliance, I agree that you should take all the rangers back with you. Your homeland needs you more than the Alliance."
At this moment, the saintly moral integrity inherited from Medivh was shining brightly.
Doesn't the Alliance need sharpshooters from the high elves?
Wrong!
Stromgarde, which is about to bear the fierce attack of the Horde's red dragon riders, is eager for the help of the elven rangers.
Both Duke and Alleria knew this well.
Duke still informed Quel'Thalas in advance that it would be threatened by the Horde, and let it go. Of course, Alleria volunteered to bring the elite of the Windrunner family to help, and if she wanted to leave, the Alliance had no reason to stop her and her people.
It was to avoid making things difficult for Alleria that Duke used his power to help her and let her rangers go. As you can imagine, once the rangers left, Duke would be questioned by King Thoras of Stromgarde.
Alleria's face flushed. She was the one who volunteered to help. When she and her troops were needed the most, she was the one who wanted to withdraw.
If Duke was more ruthless and concealed the Horde's movements in intelligence, or did not reveal the deduction of the direction of the war, then Alleria, who had been exploited for a long time and was not discovered until the last moment that she had been pulled in to be the main force, might have been able to be ruthless.
Now that Duke was so upright, Alleria felt her defenses softening little by little.
"I...I...I..." Alleria said the word 'I' three times in a row and didn't finish the sentence.
The more carefree Duke's smile was, the more uncomfortable Alleria felt.
"You should go back first and use your influence and that of the Windrunner family to see if you can wake up those arrogant wizards from their sweet dreams And then save as many as you can, okay?"
Alleria shuddered. She had never thought that Duke would include all the corruption in Silvermoon City in his calculations. The thought of having to argue with the Silvermoon Council's group of mages who would only hold back made Alleria feel overwhelmed.
At this time, Sylvanas patted her sister on the shoulder and said, "Sister, you can take the main force back. I will stay with the combat team that His Majesty the Sun King promised to the Alliance. I will also work hard on your part. Or... do you not trust my archery skills?"
Looking at her smiling sister, Alleria finally realized that this was the best choice.
As a ranger general, her influence in the country is much greater than that of her second sister. As long as she brings the main force of Windrunner back, there is still a lot of room for development.
Seeing the determination written on her sister's face, Sylvanas smiled: "Well, I have to go back and talk to the people who stayed behind first." After that, she tapped the ground with her toes and disappeared on the spot.
All that was left was an embarrassed Alleria.
Perhaps it was because she had seen Duke's teenage appearance that Alleria didn't want to acknowledge Duke's growth from the bottom of her heart, so every time she saw Duke, she wanted to act like a strong elder and bully Duke.
Unfortunately, no matter how much I don't want to admit it, I have to admit it.
Duke was no longer the little Duke she knew.
From his body to his wisdom to his interpersonal relationships, Duke has grown completely in less than a year (fog), becoming a great man who plays an important role in the world of Azeroth.
Pursing her lips slightly, Alleria seemed to have made up her mind.
The next second, Duke suddenly found a warm and plump female body behind him.
"Good brother, good brother, good brother..."
There was not the slightest bit of affectation. Instead, when the orchid-like scent mixed with a hint of shyness blew from behind his ear, Duke's entire ear turned red with shame.
By the time Duke reacted, the heroine of Quel'Thalas, Alleria, had already disappeared in the wind.
Duke touched his ears and muttered to himself: "This time, there shouldn't be any tragedy, right?"
Duke was a little confused. He had changed history too much. In the previous life, Alleria lost her youngest brother, Lirath, and her parents in the joint invasion of orcs and trolls... fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
This solidified her hatred for the orcs permanently.
This led to the emergence of Alleria, the heroine of the Alliance expeditionary force who later crossed the Dark Portal and expedition to the world of Draenor.
Duke didn't know how history would change this time. Since Alleria was so good to him and had such an unclear relationship with him, Duke couldn't bear to let Alleria's family suffer a tragedy.
"Well, it all depends on how Orgrim plays his cards."
At almost the same time, Orgrim encountered a strange creature in the Hinterlands.
Based on the scouts' reports, he thought they had encountered ogres, although these guys were smaller in size and moved with an elegance and quietness he had never seen in those huge creatures before.
But as a ray of fading sunlight caught one of the ones who stepped forward, Orgrim saw that the creatures' skin was green, the same color as most of his men, and the same color as the surrounding trees.
That also explained why they hadn't noticed these guys before - the color of their skin would allow them to hide in the leaves, especially if they were moving among the branches like these guys were doing.
He also saw that the creature was slightly taller than him, leaner than the ogre, and more balanced looking. The creature did not have overly long arms, overly large hands, or a huge head.
As he looked at the fire flashing in the guy's dark eyes, the man suddenly stabbed Orgrim with the spear in his hand, which showed that they were very smart.
"We are not your enemies!" Doomhammer roared, his roar ripping the tranquility of the night. He knocked the spear away with one hand, and only then did he realize that the spearhead was made of shaved stone, extremely sharp.
"I want to see your leader!"