Chapter 92 92 [Dark Cloud Cover (Part 2)](1/2)
Angmar wanted to take a look at the newly built defensive position outside the city, so he asked Princess Calia to wait patiently for a while. As a result, the latter walked ahead without saying a word, so he had to follow.
If we talk about which country among the seven human nations is the richest, it is of course the maritime powerhouse Kul Tiras. Maritime trade has brought a lot of wealth to this island country, and it has also created a powerful naval fleet that spans the endless sea.
But when it comes to the average living standard of the people, Dalaran, a small town with a small population, is second to none. After material needs are met, people will naturally pursue the improvement of spiritual life and pursue art and beauty.
The aesthetics of the Dalaran people are deeply influenced by the high elves. From the towering mage towers to the private houses, you can see the strong high elven style. It is simply an exotic version of Silvermoon City.
While residents of most other populous cities were still suffering from cross-flowing sewage and improperly treated domestic garbage, Dalaran established a complete sewer system hundreds of years ago.
Even in places with the lowest land prices, you can't see sewage flowing everywhere.
This is entirely due to the fact that the city managers are all mages.
Not only are these guys rigorous in their studies, but they are also very diligent in building their own cities. What's more, in the process, they have also received help from high elves whose civilization is several eras ahead of humans.
Properly planned streets, shady green vegetation, and a large number of gardens for people to relax and play... Dalaran can be said to be the most civilized human city, bar none.
The main east-west road that runs through the entire city of Dalaran is very wide and can accommodate five large carriages traveling side by side. The flower beds on both sides of the road are filled with violet flowers that symbolize the eternal glory of arcana.
Under the influence of magic, the flowering period of violet flowers has been greatly extended. The bright clusters of flowers are vying to bloom, echoing the light purple magic barrier in mid-air. In the solemn and tense atmosphere that pervades the whole city, there is a sense of saying no.
The weird beauty that comes out.
When walking through a flower bed, Jialiya suddenly said: "You know, for me before, this kind of bright color was a luxury. The sky was gray, and even the sun couldn't penetrate the thick fog.
, the gray earth is full of withered and dead plants, the trees are rotten, the flowers and plants are gone, it is really dark... They are beautiful, aren't they?"
Angmar was a little confused. It took him a moment to realize that Calia was recalling her painful escape experience.
He couldn't help but secretly sigh. If it were anyone else, trapped deep in the core area where the undead are rampant, and without the ability to defend himself, all he could see was an oppressive and corrupt scene. No matter how strong he was, he would probably be forced to do so over time.
Go crazy.
Once the violet blooms, it will soon wither, Angmar thought. He did not respond to Calia's monologue.
Walking out of the heavily guarded east gate of the city and leaving the scope of the magic barrier, a loud noise suddenly filled my ears.
Outside the city is a defense line that is under intensive construction. It can't be seen to the left and right, and it seems to surround the entire circular city.
The dwarf craftsmen of Khaz Modan Kingdom are busy inside, while the dwarf engineers are manipulating large machines to dig trenches and build fortifications. The noise is caused by those big guys.
They all came from the alpine region of Khaz Modan. Because they arrived late, they did not move eastward to join the main force of the coalition, and stayed in Dalaran to be responsible for the construction of the outer defense line.
Before being weakened by the curse of flesh and blood, dwarves were earth spirits who were good at digging and building, and gnomes were mechanical dwarfs with clever minds and good engineering skills. They were both powerful species created by the Titans to transform this nascent world where star souls were born.
When Loken betrayed his colleagues, the ancestors of the dwarves and gnomes fled south to this place with the guardian Tyr. In order to protect his followers, Tyr sacrificed himself and defeated the two Xeraki generals who were pursuing him. He was killed by Anger.
Zakaz, whom Mar and others killed in the Tomb of Tyr, was one of them.
Guardians Azadas and Elonaya built the tomb for Tyr, led the elves and mechanical gnomes to continue south, and established Uldaman. The titan creations worked tirelessly to expand the city, but the number of their masters' appearances increased.
The less you do, the more you end up losing touch with them.
Endless years passed in a blink of an eye, and the two who lost their guidance fell into a deep sleep one after another. When they woke up, they were infected with the curse of flesh and blood, lost their eternal bodies, and became a weak mortal race. They could not remember anything that had happened, and they left the arcane one after another.
Daman, thrived in Khaz Modan.
Dwarves and gnomes have inherited the virtues of their ancestors who are good at construction and are the best craftsmen and engineers in Azeroth. With the efforts of thousands of craftsmen, in just half a month, the first building outside Dalaran was built.
The line of defense has begun to take shape.
But there is not much time left. In less than a week at most, the main force of 100,000 natural disasters will arrive at the city. There is no time to build a well-organized and fully functional defensive position. No one can expect to rely solely on these simple wooden bunkers, trenches, and traps.
and asphalt oil ditches, can withstand the menacing Alsace.
It's just the first line of defense.
The more Angmar looked at it, the more he felt. The short-range artillery brought by the dwarfs were placed on the city wall. As said, the defense line outside the city was impossible to block the main force of the natural disaster. It was more likely to deal with the millions of corpses.
He couldn't help but look back at the magic barrier covering the entire city of Dalaran. It was the highest achievement of Antonidas's magical research in his life. In the official history, it was this barrier that caused the Scourge to seize the Book of Medivh.
A huge obstacle.
"I hope the Burning Legion will be defeated in front of this fortified city that is well prepared and has many strong people... I have kept you waiting for so long, Princess Calia, let's go."
Angmar estimated the distance, opened the portal to the front line, and made an invitation gesture to Calia who was waiting nearby.
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In the evening, the light became increasingly dimmer, and heavy snow obscured the view. The remnant army of Lordaeron, which had gone through many difficulties and dangers to get out of the Alterac Mountains, had already set up a temporary camp on the spot, preparing to rest for a night before setting off.
This unit looks miserable and is facing a dilemma of lack of supplies. The patrolling soldiers have tired faces, holding curled-edged weapons, and their armors are full of scars. The soldiers are nestled under simple tents that are difficult to completely block the cold wind.
Eating dry bread around a burning brazier.
A few griffins occasionally flew through the air. Even though there were no more pursuers, the Wildhammer dwarf riders from Eagle's Nest Mountain were still performing vigilance missions in the air to guard against sneak attacks by gargoyles.
The air was filled with the smell of oil. Angmar saw many dwarf aircraft in the camp. The dwarfs holding wrenches and hammers kept banging on the damaged fuselage, breaking the abnormal atmosphere in the camp.
silence.
"How can I get to the blood elf camp and the high command?"
Angmar grabbed a patrolman and asked for directions. The latter was so tired that he didn't even want to speak. He pointed behind him and walked away wrapped in a ragged cloak.
As soon as he looked at Caliya, the latter said "I won't bother accompanying you" and then quickly walked towards the direction indicated by the patrol.
Angmar felt helpless and had to follow Calia at a distance until he saw her enter the headquarters in the center of the camp. Then he felt relieved and turned back to the blood elf camp.
After the coalition of tribes was officially formed in name, the blood elves, who were still unable to send troops due to internal troubles, sent dozens of powerful magisters to support the remnants of Lordaeron in the form of high-end combat power, with Rommath as the
Leader, help these 50,000 soldiers walk out of the snow-capped Alterac Mountains.
When Angmar entered the camp, all the magisters gathered in the big tent to discuss something, and Prince Kael'thas also arrived. The prince only listened to the reports of his men and did not notice anyone coming in with the curtain raised, so Angmar came looking for him.
Stand in a deserted corner and listen.
"His Royal Highness, Captain Dathrohan of the Knights of the Silver Hand, has convened the Supreme Military Council and invites you to attend. The meeting will begin in half an hour." After Romans reported the battle situation during this period, a
The Magister stepped forward and said.
The coalition is composed of various tribes. The current members include Dalaran, the surviving Kingdom of Lordaeron, the Kingdom of Khaz Modan of the Bronzebeard dwarves, the dwarves of Gnomeregan, the Wildhammer dwarf tribe of Eagle Nest Mountain, and the Kingdom of Gilneas.
The abandoned High Lord Darius Crowley, and the night elves who actively responded to the war.
Among them, the two major military commanders of the Kingdom of Lordaeron each occupy one seat, and the other member states (tribes) occupy one seat. The purpose is to jointly discuss the strategic deployment of the coalition forces, formulate tactics, etc. after joining forces in Daala.
"Supreme Military Council?" Kael'thas asked doubtfully.
The magister nodded, "It is said that they discovered an orc clan and hope to introduce it to the coalition forces."
After hearing the word orc, the tent exploded.
"What? Orcs?"
"No wonder that paladin initiated the Supreme Military Council. He must have been rejected by Garithos, hoping that the council would pass his ridiculous proposal with a majority!"
"This is simply impossible. Who would allow those beasts to join the coalition? Don't forget, all races have suffered greatly!"
"What I'm more concerned about now is, where did the orcs come from? These green-skinned monsters are no less a threat than the undead."
Angmar was moved.
He suddenly thought that he had changed the course of history in the northern part of the continent, and had allowed the Frostwolf clan hiding in the mountains to be forced out of the Alterac Mountains by the overwhelming undead army. But what exactly happened?
Dathrohan wants to guide the Frostwolf clan to join the coalition?
As early as when Gul'dan tempted the orcs to drink the blood of demons, the Frostwolf clan was the only orc clan in available history that all members rejected this "gift". Therefore, they were exiled to a place with a climate similar to their hometown of Frostfire Ridge.
, and settled down in the Alterac Mountains, far away from the disputes.
Later, Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf clan, along with his beloved wife Draka and infant son Go'ir, visited his old friend Orgrim to warn him of Gul'dan's conspiracy. However, on the way back, they were brutally attacked by Gul'dan's army.
Assassin kills.
The young Go'el also fell into the hands of the human officer Blackmore and was renamed Thrall, which means slave. He was treated as a gladiator and trained as a future military strategist to satisfy his terrible ambition and subvert the human regime.
Since then, the Frostwolf clan, under the leadership of the blind shaman Drek'Thar, lived in seclusion in the Alterac Mountains until fate brought Thrall to him. The last shaman of the tribe who still adheres to the tradition
The full priest taught Thrall to successfully follow the path of the elements and became an excellent new generation shaman priest.
Thrall succeeded his late father as chieftain, and together with Orgrim liberated all the orc shelters.
Orgrim died in this battle. Before his death, he passed the title of warchief, the Doomhammer and the black plate armor to Thrall. Finally, Thrall led all the tribesmen across the ocean and settled in Kalimdor...
However, most members of the Frostwolf clan were unwilling to leave the Alterac Mountains, which they regarded as their second home. Only Draketak followed Thrall to the west.
In the near future, the tribe and the alliance were respectively established. Ironforge detected the whereabouts of the Frostwolf clan and sent the elite "Storm Spear Guard" to the Alterac Mountains to attack the Frostwolf clan in an attempt to curb the tribe's power in the eastern continent.
Scope. Drek'Thar, who has entered his twilight years, has also returned to his tribe and led the frost wolves to fight against the dwarves' invasion...
Angmar's thoughts changed rapidly. The orcs were already extremely powerful, and the Frostwolf clan was one of the most powerful clans. The entire clan was armed with soldiers. If the coalition forces could include them, it would be of great benefit to the stretched troops.
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After thinking about it, Angmar glanced at the indignant magisters in the tent, and did not choose to speak out his advice at this moment - the orcs were burning and killing on the land that was once part of the Eversong Forest and is now the Land of Ghosts.
Looting, there is no blood elf who doesn't hate them.
"Okay, let's all retreat and rest." Prince Kael'thas said.
As soon as the magister bowed and excused himself, the prince noticed Angmar in the corner.
"Has the Princess of Lordaeron been settled?"
To be continued...