The battle was over. According to a rough estimate, the coalition forces of all races had annihilated at least more than 5,000 trolls controlled by the Burning Legion, and their own losses were within an acceptable level.

Fires burned in the dense forest, and the towering trees turned into soaring torches, and the beeping flames lit up the entire night sky.

Fires are catastrophic to the forested Hinterlands. If not controlled, they are likely to develop into large-scale wildfires that spread rapidly, with disastrous consequences.

Fortunately, when the trolls besieged Eagle's Nest Mountain, they used local materials from the remote forest and cut down a large number of trees to make siege weapons. It only took the coalition forces half an hour to expand the area into a fire break.

, eliminating the possibility of the fire spreading.

The fire was dancing, and the forest was filled with corpses, most of which belonged to trolls.

Soldiers of all ethnic groups dragged their tired bodies through it, searching for survivors who were still alive. From time to time, there were a few wounded soldiers covered in blood, who were driven towards Eagle's Nest Mountain by their comrades, moaning in pain.

"I must say, thank you all for your help. Without you, the prospects of Eagle's Nest Mountain would be..." Lord Sharak Eagleaxe of the Wildhammer dwarves said to the leaders of the various tribes who came over.

And beside him, there were still many dwarves who had just withdrawn from the battlefield and were almost the same status as him. They were all lords of a certain tribe. After the high lord Falstad Wildhammer disappeared in the Battle of Dalaran,

It was these lords who took over the leadership role and maintained the operation of Eagle's Nest Mountain.

"The natural disaster is approaching, and the fate of the northern tribes has long been linked together. We will not sit back and let our allies face the unstoppable Burning Legion alone."

The three leaders of the Silver Hand walked together. Behind them was the new general of the Blood Elf Farstrider Rangers, Lor'themar Theron, and then the leader of the Blood Knights, Lady Liadrin, and others including

A group of magisters including Angmar.

Everyone came to the extremely tight defense line built in front of the Eagle's Nest Mountain Fortress one by one, and looked back at the forest engulfed by flames behind them. Standing here, they could just have a panoramic view of half of the Hinterlands' original dense forest with beautiful scenery under the moonlight.

Apart from the fact that the fire was really unsightly and had a negative impact on people's sight, making it impossible to see distant scenery clearly, there was nothing bad about it. It's just that the haze of the natural disaster is still like a lingering black curtain, covering the entire north.

Covered tightly, no one can see the light of day. Even if they win a new victory, no one can completely relax.

Dathrohan asked: "Lord Sarlacc, has Ronin told you about the Battle of Dalaran?"

At this time, Ronin and some Dalaran survivors had gone to Tol Barad, which was isolated overseas, to look for the magical artifacts that Dalaran kept there. To open the portal to the outside world, those who are now needed

Something that is extremely precious.

That island has always been Dalaran's territory. It has a prison with well-defended facilities and a power supply similar to the Violet Prison. It is used to imprison Dalaran's most dangerous criminals, most of whom are demons and the like.

Angmar knew that in the official history, the Violet Eye that Khadgar sent back from Outland had been kept in Tol Barad Prison.

Sarlacc nodded and replied: "A few days ago, the red-haired mage told us everything. Our great lord is not dead. Like our World War II hero Kurdran Wildhammer, he is just trapped.

In another world, the world of those damn greenskins!"

Before he finished speaking, the outspoken Wildhammer lord suddenly realized something and cast an awkward smile on Drek'Thar, the Frostwolf orc shaman not far away, "Sorry..."

Drek'Thar waved his hand to stop the dwarf from apologizing. His eyes, which had been blind for many years, looked exactly at Sarlacc's, as if he could still see. He said in a calm tone:

"It doesn't matter, dwarves. From your standpoint, the orcs have indeed committed numerous crimes against the continent where you live. This is a crime that can never be washed away. But from my standpoint, my people are also doing it for themselves.

Fighting for survival... Maybe one day, the orcs and your Eastern Continent will start a war again due to irreconcilable positions. But now, this does not prevent us from saving each other's homeland - your homeland.

our new home—and fight together, right?”

Angmar couldn't help but sigh secretly after hearing this.

The pain that the orcs have brought to Azeroth is far more than this. The hatred between the orcs and the various tribes in the Eastern Continent will never fade away with the passage of time. The conflicts are difficult to reconcile, and there are disputes over territory and survival resources.

In the ten years after the end of the Third War, the value concept of "orthodox tribe" will become popular among the orcs, and a group of fanatical hawkish orcs headed by Garrosh will emerge...

The outbreak of war is almost inevitable.

"I really didn't expect that those who came to help us would actually be...orcs." Sarlacc smiled and shook his head, "Okay, Paladin, what are your plans next? Your soldiers need to rest, and the wounded

We are also in urgent need of medical treatment... Let's stay in Eagle's Nest Mountain for a few days. We have sufficient food reserves. It is impossible for the forest trolls to have any spare power to attack us. As long as we hold on to the traffic arteries southwest of the Hinterlands, the undead will attack us.

Don't come in. You will be safe here..."

The Wildhammer Lord hopes to repay the benefactor who saved the Eyrie in his own way.

Tirion shook his head, "No, we can't rest yet. The situation in Gilneas is still unclear. We must resolve the crisis in Gilneas as soon as possible, and then join forces to attack the Scourge who occupy Dalaran."

"What?"

Several Wildhammer dwarf lords exclaimed in surprise.

Sarlacc Eagle Ax exchanged glances with his compatriots, walked quickly in front of everyone, and waved his hand towards the coalition of tribes who were resting at the foot of the hillside. Sweat beads mixed with troll blood dripped from his stubby arms.

It fell down and scattered all over the ground. The thick beard that was tied into a bunch hanging on the chin swayed due to the violent movement.

"According to what the red-haired mage said, as long as we find enough energy sources, we can open the portal to Draenor at the weak point of Dalaran's space barrier. We also want to welcome back our great lord as soon as possible, barbarian

The Hammer Dwarves will join your fight,"

Saying that, Sarlac glanced at the blood elf

But how many troops do we have?" Sarlacc persuaded, and then glanced at the blood elves, "Four thousand? Five thousand? Even if you include the elite troops of the blood elves, it is less than seven thousand, right? What can we do to compete with them?

Tens of thousands of Scourge legions?”

Tirion's eyes were heavy when he heard this. It was obvious that he had realized this problem a long time ago, "But we must not let the undead gain a foothold. Once they completely turn Dalaran into a second stronghold in the north, they will directly threaten the surrounding areas.

The security of many regions, and by that time, the end of this war will be far away... We are not fighting alone. Not only have the blood elves joined us, Gilneas has become the only remaining human kingdom in the north, but also Gilneas.

It will be a strong support for the coalition forces."

Sarlacc seemed to have heard something incredible. He gritted his teeth and shook his head, "Impossible. Genn Greymane's stubbornness is unparalleled. He will not help us. Look at what he has done.

At the most critical moment in the north, he built a huge wall, completely sealing off his kingdom, and watched all the compatriots outside become evil undead!"

The dwarves all seemed a little indignant, and Angmar all saw it. The early King Greymane, and later the Wolf King, were indeed not very popular.

"How could such a person come to help?"

Before he finished speaking, a mage suddenly broke away from the teleportation spell and appeared next to everyone. He was panting violently with his hands on his knees. His robes were in tatters, as if he had fled here to report the news under heavy siege by the enemy.

appearance.

As soon as this person appeared, he attracted the attention of everyone present.

Angmar had stayed in Dalaran for three years, and had long since learned to tell where a mage was taught by the way he dressed and the subtle differences in spell-casting techniques. The blood elves' techniques were even more delicate, showing seven thousand years of history.

The long heritage of magical civilization; Dalaran is slightly more radical, highlighting the nature of this most powerful mage city in mankind for exploration. Mages from other human kingdoms have their own distinctive spell-casting techniques.

Judging from the captured energy left over from the teleportation spell, this mage did not appear to be from Dalaran. After seeing the emblem of the Gilnean Mage Organization on the mage's sleeve, Angmar couldn't help but feel surprised.

Sure enough, the mage raised his blood-stained face, looked at the three commanders of the Silver Hand, and said: "I am a mage under Lord Darius, we...we are outside the Greymane Wall.

Encountered an unexpected enemy! Please help us!"

"What?" Tirion grabbed the mage's arm.

Angmar, who was behind everyone, frowned slightly.

An unexpected enemy?

I'm afraid it's a werewolf.
Chapter completed!