MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-Chapter 68 67. The Disaster in Lordaeron

   Chapter 68 67. The Disaster in Lordaeron

  Black has one last month to re-prove his "loyalty" to the Queen of Hell.

   But the pirate is a cunning fellow, and although he appears uncertain, he is actually a sure winner.

   He knew that Gul'dan, the great orc warlock he had promised to dedicate to the queen, would never leave the endless sea of ​​Azeroth alive no matter what.

   Even without his intervention, Gul'dan would be 100% dead.

  Because this orc great warlock, driven by ambition, offended a figure in the stars that he absolutely could not afford to offend.

   He is dead.

For Black, the only difficulty in this hunt is how to bring him out of the tomb of the gods that has been sealed for thousands of years, before Gul'dan and his soul are torn apart by the raging demons .

   He needs that soul.

   He needs many things on Gul'dan, the necessary armaments that must be gathered before a magnificent and grand betrayal.

   That's why he needs Garona.

   He couldn't do it by himself anyway, but Garona could!

   The premise is that Garona will not be under the control of the Shadow Council, otherwise things will become quite troublesome.

   "I had doubts before, but the power behind you is truly amazing. As you said, we strangers know too little about Azeroth."

   On the bank of the hills, the legendary assassin wiped his right arm with his left hand. The mist just now made her very uncomfortable, and she no longer concealed her figure.

   After hearing the conversation between the pirates and the messenger of hell, she also let go of her last guard against Blake.

   Like what Black said, she could still be alive if she failed.

   But Black failed and he was done.

   He was more eager to see Gul'dan's death than Garona, and this alone was enough to make Garona's limited trust in Black.

she says:

   "You are too reckless. You are so weak and involved with that kind of power. I know you are trying to resist them, but you have no chance of winning."

   "Reckless?"

   Black, who was sitting opposite Garona, pouted and said:

   "My problem at the time was, if I didn't join them, I wouldn't have a chance to talk to you like this now, it's not reckless, it's just struggling in a desperate situation.

  This cursed fate was not chosen by me.

   Just like when you were adopted by Gul'dan as a child, you can't resist that fate, you can only survive from death. I ask you, ma'am, about the soul attractor you just saw.

   If you fight him, are you sure you will win? "

Faced with this question,   Garona did not choose to answer it immediately, but stroked the legendary dagger at her waist, and after thinking for several minutes, nodded.

Say:

"If it's just the half-giant, I'm sure if I have the upper hand. But he obviously has a strange power in him. If he is surrounded by that power, and I don't have the same external force to help, I will lose. miserable.

  You have to understand, Blake.

   No matter how powerful we are, we are only mortals, and they come from legends and myths. Gul'dan was a downright bastard, the most greedy for power I've ever seen in my life.

   But even he taught me over and over again.

  For these forces beyond the horizon of mortals, we must always be in awe and vigilance. "

"Um."

  Black was not surprised by this answer.

   He didn't show much disappointment either. After a few seconds, he stood up, took out the comatose little murloc from the rucksack behind his waist, handed it to Garona, and said:

   "Take care of it for me, remember to feed it some water every day, I will try my best to complete the second stage of training in the shortest time, and improve my strength as much as possible before Gul'dan arrives.

   But after hearing what you just said, I felt a trace of fate. "

  The pirate pouted and said:

   "The man who taught you to fear power, who was so pure and so selfish, is now about to drown in his thirst and ambition for power out of control.

   is ironic. "

—

   At the same moment Black and Garona were discussing Gul'dan, further north in the hills, beyond Dalaran, the enchanted city built on the shores of Lake Lordamere.

  The Tirisfal region where the royal city of Lordaeron is located has entered a state of war without any precaution.

  Tens of thousands of violent and brave Blackrock Orcs, led by the Great Chief Orgrim Doomhammer, crossed the Alterac Valley, which was originally regarded as a natural danger by the Alliance.

   They emerged from the foothills of the southeast of Lordaeron City, and they only needed to travel less than 30 kilometers to reach the city of Lordaeron, which was completely safe to defend.

  The entire royal city is in chaos, and the troops in the entire Tirisfal region are frantically rushing to support.

   But the orcs were obviously prepared, and several small clans were sent to the surrounding of the royal city to establish a temporary defense line.

  The last fortress of mankind is just around the corner, the victory that the Horde desires, and the chance to overthrow the Alliance with one blow is just around the corner. Orgrim almost no longer needs to mobilize their inner desire to attack.

   All orcs are full of war.

   They will fight to the last person in their own line of defense to gain enough siege time for the warchief who personally led his troops to attack Lordaeron.

  The best part is that the human army is still in the hills and Quel'Thalas.

   They can't make it back in a short time.

  Lordaeron City is like a beauty stripped naked. Facing the orcs rushing in eagerly, it seems that it is so delicate that it has no power to counterattack, but it is not that there are no warriors on the human side.

   In fact, when faced with a real choice, the human side also showed amazing courage.

   "Boom"

The huge stone slammed into the nearly twenty-meter-high city wall of Lordaeron as the orcs' engineering trebuchets smashed it, just like a giant's fist, the bricks of the city wall flew around, and the heavy bricks flew. The stones were shaking.

   A few unlucky human infantrymen guarding the city wall were unable to stand firm. In this collision, they danced and fell down. Their mourning added a touch of sadness to the besieged city wall.

   But they were not saved.

   Falling from such a high height, they are already dead, even if they are lucky enough to survive, the orcs gathered like green tide below will not spare their lives.

"boom"

  The artillery erected by the humans on the city walls fired immediately, as if retaliating against the army of orcs.

  The artillery built by the dwarves burst into flames, and the heavy shells flew out, smashing into the orc army in an arc, pulling out a **** scar.

   It was like a reef being thrown into the rolling tide, only blocking the tide.

   But in the next instant, more armored orcs stepped up.

   They held high the rough and savage clan battle flags, carrying the newly made siege ladders amid the thundering sound of war drums and roars, and rushed towards the white city wall without thinking of their lives.

  The Great Chief Orgrim Doomhammer, who will be riding on his black wolf, in the center of the orc army, looked at the human city indifferently in front of him.

   He was wearing a set of black plate armor, which Orgrim made himself when he was young, and he was carrying a one-handed warhammer with a heavy shape and a square head.

   The material is not like steel, but more like some kind of solid and heavy stone.

   It's called Doomhammer.

   is the origin of the surname Orgrim, a legendary weapon forged in the magma and elemental power of the world of Draenor, the homeland of the orcs.

   Its existence is a legendary story in itself.

   It represents the original orc civilization's resistance to the ogre empire that tried to enslave them.

   That rebellion finally succeeded and became an epic legend passed down by the orcs from generation to generation.

   But now, this legendary weapon originally used to fight slavery has been brought into another world to carry out the business of destruction, enslavement and conquest.

   It has to be said that this is a tragedy, both for the orc civilization and for Doomhammer itself.

   And since this legendary weapon was forged and born, there has been a legend and prophecy that has been passed down through the ages:

   "It is said that the last heir to the Doomhammer bloodline will use it to bring redemption to the orcs, followed by destruction. The Doomhammer will then pass to those outside the Blackrock clan.

   Everything will change again, until this weapon and its new owner do justice again. "

   prophecy.

   is so babble.

   But now the Warchief Orgrim, who is holding the Doomhammer, is a little distracted.

At this important moment when the city of Lordaeron was besieged by tens of thousands of orcs, regardless of casualties, and was about to win the decisive battle, the war chief respected by all orcs suddenly remembered the one who had been left behind by him. ancient prophecy.

   As a commander, he should give orders to adjust the battlefield.

   But he didn't do that.

   On the contrary, he rode on his warrior wolf and looked at the white human city in front of him.

  Lordaeron, the last bastion of mankind, must be difficult to conquer.

   Orgrim even saw Terenas II in uniform and Anduin Lothar beside him standing on the city wall under the king's battle flag.

  The king and marshal of the human race are on the city wall!

  The Great Chief heard the roars and cheers of the human soldiers on the city wall.

   They were extremely brave at this moment.

   As if infused with the courage of their own king, under the leadership of those generals and paladins, they fought everywhere, pushing down or directly hacking the orc warriors who were on the city wall.

   failed again.

   Orgrim shook his head. From the start of the siege battle earlier today, until now, the warriors of the orcs have climbed the city wall many times, but each time they will be driven down immediately.

   In less than half a day, the orcs lost several small clans, and the casualties on the human side were definitely several times that of the orcs who were full of fighting spirit.

   This is a meat grinder battle.

   A coward cannot survive in such a war.

  The Great Chief was not angry at this failed attack. He moved the Doomhammer in his hand and said to the tall and strong orc warlord beside him:

   "Bukelos, take someone there!"

"it is good."

   The tall orc warlord exhaled a high-spirited snort from his nostrils, and picked up his huge and heavy battle axe. Soon, a new wave of offensive was launched again under the leadership of this legendary warrior.

   And the human side also realized the appearance of Brox Saurfang. On the city wall, beside the human king, there was a short man with a battle axe and a war hammer, and he was surrounded by thunder.

   "Muradin. Bronzebeard!"

   Orgrim's eyes narrowed, he recognized the dwarf warrior who shouted and challenged Brox, and he said softly:

   "It was he who killed Old Dahl. Ah, if the Fireblade clan commanded by Old Dahl were still around"

As soon as the idea of ​​   came up, it was snuffed out by the Great Chief.

   A legendary commander like him would not be immersed in such boring fantasies, and his eyes fell on the city wall again, standing under the king's flag and blowing the horn of the human king Terenas II himself.

   The king who was nearly fifty years old reminded him of Ryan Wrynn, and the city of Lordaeron in front of him also reminded him of Stormwind City, which had been destroyed by the Horde army.

   How did they defeat that equally difficult human city?

   Well, it's Gul'dan.

   is the assassin who sacrificed himself to cultivate.

   It was the Haverson who held the dark double-blade, the petite orc, who slipped into Stormwind City and assassinated Ryan Wrynn before Stormwind fell.

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   If Garona is still serving the Horde, Warchief Orgrim now only needs to have the Orc do his trick once.

  No, it probably wasn't that smooth.

  Humans are cunning and difficult opponents.

   They are good at learning from failure, a human king has already died at the hands of horde assassins, and Terenas II is not a reckless man.

   He dared to appear on the city wall, which proved that the king was sure that he would not suffer the same fate as Ryan.

   "So. There is no shortcut."

  Orgrim clasped the Doomhammer in his hand. He glanced behind him. Behind him, on the south side of Lake Lordamere, there was a human magical city of Dalaran.

   Once the mages join the fight, the Horde's offensive will be more difficult.

   But the red dragons of the Dragonmaw clan will attack Dalaran to buy more time for Orgrim, which is a long-planned strategy.

   However, in the heart of the Great Chief, at this moment, there was an unconcealed unease.

   He left Gul'dan's **** in Quel'Thalas. Now that he thinks about it, this move is too risky. When he heard that Alterac surrendered to the Horde, he was overjoyed and ignored the threat of Gul'dan himself.

   That great warlock who serves himself only to survive, will he really serve the victory of the tribe honestly?

   I left the brave Varok Saurfang there to watch Gul'dan, but could that sturdy legendary warrior really suppress Gul'dan?

   and the Dragonmaw clan on both ends of the snake and mouse.

   "Alas, I have too few people available."

  Orgrim Doomhammer became more and more uneasy the more he thought about it. At this moment, he looked at the warhammer in his hand, at the pattern of the wolf's roar on the surface of the warhammer.

   "Durotan, my brother, if you are still with me, with your wisdom and my strength, a mere city of Lordaeron, a mere human being

   Damn Shadow Council!

   After my victory, wait for my revenge for you, my brother, all warlocks! All the chops! One by one, I'll smash their heads with my own hands! "

   (end of this chapter)