Trolls filled the mountains and fields, completely surrounding the semi-circular valley where Eagle's Nest Mountain is located.

Even after a half-day fierce battle with many sacrifices, after receiving reinforcements from the rear, the number of trolls was still countless, giving people the illusion of being endless.

In fact, the Hinterlands are rich in natural resources and wild animals, enough to support the survival of a large population.

Before the Well of Eternity exploded, the ancient troll empire was torn apart by the night elves. Many trolls fled into the primeval jungle of this borderland and have thrived here for nearly ten thousand years, with a population of about 10,000.

It is said to be terrifying, and it is not comparable to the Wildhammer dwarves who have just arrived in the Hinterlands for more than two hundred years.

Troll soldiers mostly wear simple armor made of toughened animal skins, thick wooden boards and ropes tied together, dotted with animal bones and wild beast feathers, covered with oil paint that has a clear meaning of primitive worship, and their hairstyles are extremely exaggerated.

can achieve the purpose of intimidating the enemy.

This makes them look like primitive people, savage and powerful. With their tall stature and two long fangs protruding from the corners of their mouths, they charge forward inexorably, giving people a full sense of oppression.

Not to mention that there are also voodoo casters who wear masks of the five poisons and are good at using curses to weaken their enemies. Although this ethnic group looks backward and primitive, the former troll empire was so powerful that it defeated Enciki and Yaqi.

Servants of the ancient gods like the bugmen defeated a powerful empire that was completely defeated.

To be able to last for so long in Azeroth, even though the ancient empire has fallen apart and its people have scattered all over the world, it has to be said that the strength of the troll race cannot be underestimated.

The Paladin troops led by Mograine restrained hundreds of trolls, allowing the exhausted friendly forces to successfully retreat into the valley. After completing the task of breaking off the backstop, they also began to retreat quickly.

Unfortunately, the troll did not intend to let them go. It let out a sharp howl and chased after them very quickly. It clung to the paladins and pursued them, throwing spears at them like rain, in an endless stream.

They have been besieging Eagle's Nest Mountain for three days, but this fortress that is easy to defend but difficult to attack occupies all the advantages and is as difficult to chew as a tortoise. Now they finally get the opportunity to consume the opponent's strength, how can they miss it so easily?

"Fire!"

A Wildhammer general waved his arms and shouted orders. Having retreated into the valley building complex, the Wildhammer dwarves who had reorganized their formation immediately raised their loaded muskets and fired uniformly. Under the powerful push generated by the explosion of black powder

Under the force, the lead bullet hit the troll biting behind the Paladins at an unparalleled speed...

After the hail of bullets, at least hundreds of trolls fell down. Perhaps not many died, but they just lost their mobility temporarily.

For trolls with extremely strong recovery capabilities, this small injury is not fatal at all, but the lead bullets with weak penetrating power will deform and break in their wounds, making debridement extremely troublesome.

With the support of the friendly forces, the Paladins finally successfully retreated. The friendly forces' defense line immediately gave way to a passage, allowing these brave warriors, who were almost all injured, to receive treatment at the rear.

The buildings in the valley are built on the hillside around the Eagle's Nest Fortress. They are originally the homes of the Wildhammer dwarves. After all, not all dwarves are willing to live underground without seeing the sun, especially the Wildhammer dwarves who are accustomed to life in the mountains and forests.

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Later, when the human refugees came, these houses were allocated to them.

Because most of the battles in the past three days broke out on the only way to the fortress, under the bombardment of dwarf artillery and troll ballistae, these low stone buildings were already riddled with holes, but they were still reliable.

's bunker.

Apart from……

More than a thousand human corpses piled up in a corner of the building complex.

They were innocent refugees who were infected by the plague and transformed into undead zombies by the psychics of the cursed sect. After they were eliminated, the trolls continued to attack in waves, and the dwarves had no time to deal with these corpses, so they had to set them on fire.

At this time, the weather was getting warmer, and the putrid smell that filled the air over the battlefield was probably coming from these charred corpses.

Gunfire continued, and the regular Silver Hand troops who returned first, and the Wildhammer dwarves, took advantage of the cover of the ruins of the wall and began to use long-range weapons to attack the incoming trolls. After the opponent entered the shooting range, half of the mountain wall was embedded.

The artillery in the bunker also started firing.

The artillery fire rumbled, shaking the sky and the earth, covering almost every inch of land in front of the building complex, and reducing the charred land to one level. Before the battle broke out, this place was once a place covered with towering trees and gurgling streams.

The paradise of paradise has now become a completely barren land.

A loud roar came from behind the troll, and the pursuing soldiers immediately stopped, reorganized their formation, and stared at them from outside the range of the artillery.

The fighting was briefly suspended.

The dwarves and humans treated the wounded in the building complex, quickly piled debris into the gap, and built a simple defense line outside to consolidate the newly acquired area. The trolls, whose front lines were slightly retracted, were the same. After half a day of fighting,

Both sides are exhausted. One side has the geographical advantage and the other side has the numerical advantage. There is no point in continuing the fight. Both sides no longer inflict unnecessary casualties and are licking their wounds.

The Wildhammer dwarves' muskets and artillery were all supported by the Bronzebeard dwarf relatives of Ironforge. The Wildhammer dwarves, who are relatively backward in technology, were not equipped with such firearms on a large scale, which have only become popular in recent years.

More than a month ago, when the alliance of various tribes was finalized, due to the threat of two common enemies in the past twenty years, the Wildhammer and Bronzebeard tribes restored their close relationship. The Bronzebeard dwarves, who have a strong overall clan strength, this

For some time, he has been sparing no effort to help his Wildhammer relatives improve their strength.

Because the Hinterlands is close to the area where the natural disaster crisis is concentrated, the Wildhammer dwarves are not very good at what they can do except for the gryphon knights, both in terms of population and standing armed forces.

Now these firearms are of great use.

Mograine, who was soaked in blood, walked into the building complex, glanced at the humans and dwarves hurriedly walking through it, and frowned again.

"Give way, give way!"

Several soldiers carried a comrade who had been stabbed through the chest by a spear and walked through the messy buildings to seek treatment. The blood gurgled out along the spear, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

Soon, paladins gathered around him, trying to break the spear with ease, and used sacred spells to treat the injury and stop the bleeding.

"Damn trolls! These damn beasts!"

There are also dwarves who hold the bodies of their compatriots who are getting colder with trembling hands, and curse the other party's crimes in a loud voice.

Mograine ordered to the Paladin behind him: "Count the casualties."

"Yes, sir."

He knew that many people would die.

This battle was the largest since Eagle Nest Mountain was besieged, with the total number of troops invested by both sides being no less than 10,000.

The undead were previously detected moving in three directions: the Hinterlands, Quel'Thalas and Gilneas. The coalition forces immediately understood each other's intentions. The Scourge wanted to remove the last three obstacles to their complete occupation of the north, so they immediately divided their forces to support them.

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Dalaran has been destroyed, and they cannot afford to lose any more allies.

And Mograine is the commander of this support force that rushes to the Hinterlands, numbering around a thousand people, and is composed of regular Silver Hand troops and paladins.

But he didn't expect that before the undead arrived in the Hinterlands, the trolls would launch an attack on the Wildhammer dwarves one step ahead.

All evidence shows that the trolls knew in advance that the Curse Sect would cause chaos in Eagle's Nest Mountain through refugees. Just thinking about the meaning behind this matter, Mograine felt that the anger in his heart was burning and it was difficult to contain it.

This war was planned in advance.

Otherwise, how could they arrive suddenly at the perfect time when Eagle's Nest Mountain was sapped of all its energy by the plague crisis? If the Silver Hand hadn't arrived in time, Eagle's Nest Mountain might have been severely weakened and could only survive on the solid ground.

The fortress is full of trapped beasts, and it is only a matter of time before it falls.

Mograine didn't believe this was a coincidence. Marching, fighting, and planning strategies were all extremely complicated processes that took a long time. This was definitely not a coincidence, but a plan jointly formulated by both parties after communication, with the purpose of completely eradicating the Wildhammer dwarves.

forces in the north.

Trolls are hostile to humans, and it is true that dwarves and elves have an undying hatred due to disputes over their survival areas. However, Mograine cannot believe that trolls would collude with the enemy of all living things in Azeroth.

This can no longer be described as depravity.

"Mograine!"

I just heard a rough and deep voice coming from the distance.

The entrance to the Eagle's Nest Mountain Fortress is a high platform with a drop of more than ten meters from the ground. It is connected to the ground by a zigzag ramp and has a solid fortification bunker. It is located less than ten meters behind the building complex.

No matter how fierce the fighting at the front is, there are always hundreds of dwarf reserves sitting there, ready to meet friendly forces at any time.

The sturdy dwarf who spoke walked down from above.

Sarlacc Hawkaxe, one of the many lords of the Wildhammer dwarves.

After leaving Khaz Modan, the Wildhammer dwarves retained their tribal traditions, which consisted of many tribes with different surnames. Each of these tribes was ruled by a lord, and the great lord whose orders all Wildhammer dwarves respected was

The most outstanding one among them was elected by all the lords and took over the Eagle's Nest Mountain to become the supreme leader.

"All the griffins I sent to the north to investigate the war have lost contact. It has been half a day. I haven't received any news from there. Someone has cut off the communication between us." Sharak Eagle Ax said worriedly.

Mograine couldn't help but become worried. The last news from his Silver Hand brothers and the Frostwolf orcs was that they were trapped in an enemy siege several times their own and urgently called for help.

Their troops number in the thousands, and there are even some like Tirion who are armed with artifacts that are not inferior to the Ashbringer. They are absolutely top-notch warriors and are elite troops with powerful combat capabilities. They can face enemies with the power to destroy the entire Dalaran.

, Mograine didn't know whether they could escape safely.

Compared with the Burning Legion, the strength of the coalition...

too weak.

Sharak saw Mograine's worry, took a deep breath, patted his arm, and said: "Don't worry, the five hundred gryphon knights I sent before are all good lads, they will not let me down.

.I will continue to send people to contact your brothers, don’t worry, the situation will get better... Well, it would be great if there was a mage here."

Having said that, the dwarf left the Paladin, turned to his compatriots and shouted an order: "Send all the injured back to the fortress as soon as possible. We must consolidate the defense line before nightfall! Rapsodi, take everyone who can still move to carry ammunition and supplies.

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"As you command!"

"Sir, more than three hundred people died, more than a hundred were seriously injured, and almost all the rest were injured." A young paladin came over and reported to Mograine.

Mograine couldn't help but clenched the Ashbringer in his hand and looked back at the troll line hundreds of meters away.

As the sun set, torches were lit on the defense line, which made the dark forest in the distance even more terrifying. A shadowy and slender figure walked through it, and invisible pressure slowly spread. This determined paladin couldn't help but feel excited in his heart.

Feeling of powerlessness.
To be continued...