Stormwind God

At this moment, Kurdran turned hundreds of possibilities.

For a moment, Kurdran almost decided it was a conspiracy.

The timing is too good!

Yingchao Mountain was attacked here, and you came over there. I did n’t even ask for help!

The speed of this Duke was faster than those of the dead merchants who rushed to sell arms after smelling the smell of war.

The next second, Kurdran smiled bitterly.

The entire continent of Lordaeron became a pot of porridge, and the Wild Hammer Dwarf was not unaware. The Wildhammer Dwarf is not a completely closed and independent race. Even the merchants who often travel to and from Yingchaoshan have told the Wildhammer Dwarves that the whole continent is fighting.

From the Silver Pine Forest in the west to Hillsbrad Foothills in the middle to Arathi Highlands in the east, the Wildhammer dwarves have always been undisputed, making them subconsciously refuse the message of war approaching.

In fact, just two weeks ago, he also received a long letter from Magni Bronzebeard detailing the unfounded territorial claims of the orcs and the most barbaric genocide.

All the rebels were executed.

Even if it surrendered, the dwarven slaves who felt troublesome or could not afford it were also executed.

The overseer was executed when he was in a bad mood.

These barbaric greenskins didn't take human life outside their own race seriously.

Or, even the lives of their own people are not taken seriously.

Unfortunately, this feeling is not good now. On one side is a robber who aggressively killed his own garden, and on the other is a treaty that is almost an alliance under the city?

Duke saw Kudran's distress: "No, no, no, the King of the Great Wild Hammer. More than us, at the request of Magni Bronzebeard, one of the Alliance leaders, 50,000 Alliance Elite soldiers have been arrayed On the Hinterland border, with your permission, the Alliance's warriors will surely defeat these offenders for the Wildhammer clan. Rest assured, there are no strings attached. "

Dwarves are guys who eat soft but not hard. Intimidation and temptation will only let them give you a musket, and would rather die with the orcs than ask for forgiveness.

Duke's approach of seducing and then kicking people into the club at least made the Hammer Dwarf more comfortable.

"Well, I accept the kindness of the Alliance in the name of the King of the Wildhammer. Just prove that my relatives are saying that the Wildhammer will join your alliance."

Duke laughed and passed a magical message directly: "Ilucia, let General Simos advance quickly."

The Stormwind Kingdom, which had already prepared for the urgent march, was elite, discarding all food and military supplies, only carrying weapons and equipment, and trotting all the way into the Hinterlands.

In the sky, Duke hugged Sylvanas's small waist and let Queen Greek pour rain of arrows on the tribe that ran on the earth. At the same time, Duke used the scans of the system wizard to mark the trolls hiding in the woods and quickly killed them with magic.

However, there are still too many tribes.

The tribes in the mountains and mountains swarmed towards the Eagle's Nest Mountain without formation.

Half a day later, it can be clearly seen in the sky that the green tide of the tribe and the torrent of silver and steel of mankind have collided fiercely.

The well-trained elites of the Storm Kingdom moved slowly under the command of General Simos.

They expelled a sturdy shield wall exposing a spear. Only after the baptism of the javelin thrown behind the shield wall can the tribe be qualified to face this terrible shield wall.

Any effort to sweep away the spear clusters is futile. Behind the two rows of sword and shield soldiers are three full rows of spearmen. They repeatedly pierce and recover the spears, ensuring that any orc must face more than six spears at the same time. This is absolutely beyond the orc martial arts To the limit.

The orc slammed against the shield wall, and some parts of the wall were defeated, and the defenders there could not completely withstand the impact of the orc.

The subsequent javelin rain gave the Sword and Shield soldiers time to mend their battles and quickly crossed the fallen robes to fill the battle gap.

The opposite troll also projected a spear over. This primitive and rough stone spear spear did cause great trouble to humans.

Fortunately, the penetrating power of this spear is still limited and cannot be comparable to that of metal spearheads.

When Simos ordered that the Sword and Shield soldiers in front be increased to three rows, the formation was finally stable.

Orc waves hit the shield wall, destroying fewer parts. In contrast, the tribe was hit harder.

When the third wave of tribes was killed, the FFF group flamethrower team arrived and directly taught these tribes to be human.

General Simos was already ready to fight a fierce battle.

However, after the first tribal onslaught, he suddenly realized that the tribe hard labors rushed out of the woods with weapons.

Although these laborers also have quite good will to fight, can the labor power of the laborers be comparable to standard orc warriors? Not to mention the elite of the Blackrock clan.

The overall reduction in height, strength, and speed makes this battle more like a civil war between the two human kingdoms.

When the sun went down, on the battlefield at the foot of Eagle's Nest, there were 40,000 orcs' bodies.

"A brilliant victory!"

On the battlefield, those dwarf warriors struggling in the front line gave out cheers. Most of their new allies, human warriors, just smiled lightly and didn't seem very excited.

"Why, humans don't even celebrate victory now?" A dwarf warrior asked.

"Trust me, as long as there are human warriors wearing Griffin coats of arms, each with a double-digit orc kill, we have seen far more orcs than you. But the orc hard work today is really impossible. Let's get excited! "Answered the elite warrior of the Griffin Legion.

In two hours, Kurdran Wildhammer received Duke and his party in the throne hall of Eagle's Nest. He used to think that most human superiors were old-fashioned old men.

Obviously his preconceived idea was wrong.

With the exception of a human general in his forties or fifties, everyone present was looking too young.

Duke Marcus, a young man in a blue-and-white mage robe, with a shaved chin, and a pair of dark-skinned eyes, is their head coach.

Then there was a guy with a soft golden glow on his body who claimed to be a "Paladin".

Finally, an elf girl with a wild and rebellious temperament. Although Kurdran didn't think she was so cute, her brave and fit figure gained Kurdran's favor.

Kurdran rarely saw so many special people. Especially the dozens of barrels of wine that Duke sent later made him even more happy. Now he is glad to meet these people.

The dwarf is only a brother with a man who can drink, and Kurdran secretly made up his mind, regardless of whether Duke was weak or weak, all he could drink was a brother! (To be continued.)

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