Blood elves are usually taller than humans, and Angmar's slender figure is even more so. Standing in front of Lafayette, he felt like he had to look up to the latter.

Although Lafayette is relatively tall, this heartfelt feeling of looking up has nothing to do with his height.

Lafayette is over fifty years old, and the backs of ordinary people of this age may no longer be straight. But there is no sign of helplessness in his old age.

The gray beard and hair, the deep wrinkles, and the deep eyes that exude the light of wisdom accumulated over the years all prove how much this first-generation paladin has experienced in the ups and downs of his life, and now he is shouldering the responsibility of

What a heavy responsibility.

"These orcs have saved hundreds of members of the Knights. We must at least point out the way to survive for them. This is our responsibility, not yours," Tirion frowned and said seriously, "You don't have to risk it at all.

At the risk of offending the clansmen, we come into contact with these orcs..."

No one understands its meaning better than Lafayette.

His cross-racial friendship with Eitrigg made him criticized by many people and he became a treasonous sinner. With Angmar's efforts, he decided to return not long ago and was quickly accepted by the Knights. But other than these brothers can

Understand him, there are still many people outside who still regard him as a shameless traitor who betrayed the motherland.

"Under the threat of the Burning Legion, we are no different. When the external threat is eliminated, we can fight and use blood to wash away the anger and hatred in each other's hearts, but..." Angmar shook his head, "This

This war will never end. One day, people will realize that individual hatred is more important than the survival of Azeroth, and cooperation with hostile groups is inevitable-even if it is only short-lived."

"When the war makes everyone breathless, they will understand that without the strength of any ethnic group, it is impossible for us to survive such a catastrophe. Before that, I am willing to be the first pioneer

, it would be great if it could lay a good foundation for the inevitable cooperation between the two parties."

Tirion sighed leisurely, his eyes swept across the orc migration team, his expression became more solemn, "I dare not say that you overestimated this war, but you definitely overestimated the power of these orcs. There are only three thousand of them.

Excluding the old, weak, women and children, less than 50% can take up arms and fight. Even if they join the coalition, how much help will they have?"

Angmar's thoughts drifted far away. He was not referring to the current war. Judging from the number of members of the Frostwolf clan, it did not have much effect on the war situation, but the implications behind it were extremely important.

.

The wheel of history has its own course, and there will always be wise men in this world. Just like Dalaran, who advertised the seriousness of the situation to the Eastern Continent, and the various tribes who sent troops to aid as soon as they heard the news.

But is just a few months really enough to reverse the outcome of this war?

He needs an answer.

"I heard that you found Her Highness Caliya. I must say that we owe you another favor."

Lafayette's words interrupted Angmar's thoughts.

"Ah, Lord Tirion, I just did what I should do. I think the patriots of Lordaeron who are still fighting for their homeland will be very excited when they hear the news of the return of Her Royal Highness the Princess. But..."

He looked at the Hammer of the Silver Hand that Tirion carried on his back.

This artifact made by Titan has an exaggerated shape. Even after being scaled down, it is twice as big as an ordinary war hammer. It is far beyond the ability of ordinary people to use it freely. It may be because it was often infused with the power of holy light during this period.

The hammer head and body made of unknown metal have a golden color that is changing, exuding extremely powerful sacred energy fluctuations.

Angmar continued: "This year's tragic experiences have cast an indelible shadow on Her Royal Highness's heart. Perhaps only the power of faith can help her find her direction again."

Tirion frowned deeply when he heard this, and looked at Dathrohan next to him, his eyes showing worry.

Angmar bowed deeply, bid farewell to the two of them, and walked towards Hamuul who was talking to the orcs.

After getting along with her several times, he felt to some extent the darkness deep in Calia's heart. In the official history, Archbishop Faol was present, so this was naturally not a problem, but the reality had been completely changed by Angmar.

The two knight commanders who are loyal to the royal family of Lordaeron will definitely pay attention to this issue. I just don't know if Calia can successfully embark on the path of the Holy Light under their guidance.

What if she becomes a paladin——

The princess of Lordaeron, who transformed into the Holy Lightbringer, stood in the howling cold wind of Northrend, holding a supreme artifact and pointing at Icecrown Fortress. A million-strong army immediately launched a charge. At the end of the battle, Frostmourne shattered with her own hands.

Killing his fallen brother Arthas...

That scene makes me emotional just thinking about it.

Hamuul seems to have completely won the trust of the Frostwolf Commander, who is expressing his worries to him: "Those damn undead actually sent flying ghosts to search the mountains inch by inch, otherwise we wouldn't have to leave safety.

Mountains. Now that the Frostwolves are in danger, we need guidance! Whether it's the Warchief or Elder Drek'Thar, anyone can help us."

In order to slow down the march of the remnants of Lordaeron, the Scourge did everything they could to create avalanches, send members of the Cursed Cult to infiltrate, and contaminate military rations with plague...

If it weren't for the leading elite troops of the various tribes, it would be a big question whether Garithos could lead people out of the snow-capped mountains. Focusing on destruction and counterattack, the two sides conducted many battles, even reaching the deep mountains in the north.

So the Frostwolf clan was helplessly involved in this war.

Hamuul promised: "I will return to Dalaran immediately and ask the mage to open the portal to Kalimdor for me and bring the news to your people."

"No need to waste time." Angmar came from the side and said, "I can take you two there now."

Hamuul's face lit up with joy.

The orc hesitated for a few seconds, gritted his teeth, and seemed to have made a decision. He clenched his right hand into a fist and beat it heavily on his chest. He solemnly said: "Please forgive my previous doubts, blood elf. You can call me Iron Shield."

, Jorek Ironshield."

Angmar nodded slightly and began to slowly accumulate magic power. He needed an answer, and that answer could only be found in Kalimdor.

Transcontinental teleportation is not an easy task. In addition to mastering the exact coordinates of the destination, it also extremely tests the caster's magic level. With his strength as a newcomer to the epic, even with the essence of the holy tree, the path to Karim opened

There are too many portals, only enough for three or four people to travel together.

After ten minutes of long and tedious spell casting process, a blue portal appeared out of thin air.

Angmar wiped the sweat from his brow. He had never weaved a portal across such a long distance, and his first attempt almost failed.

"Let's hit the road, you two," he said.

…

The Barrens is desolate and primitive, with sparse vegetation on the endless brown wilderness. Occasionally, trees stand alone on it, and unyielding weeds gather into clumps. They are all occupied by powerful predators such as prairie lions and serve as shelter from the scorching sun.

's place of residence.

Walking on this unbearably hot and desolate land, Angmar could not help but hear the long, lonely and desolate sound in his heart, and memories suddenly came to his mind.

This was once the home of the tauren. After the new tribes were formed in later generations, many settlements and outposts were established here due to the extraordinary geographical location of the Barrens extending in all directions.

Theramore, which has long established a foothold in Dustwallow Marsh, has also been deploying heavy troops in the strategically important northern castle.

The Northern Castle is not only a transit dock for Theramore's offshore trade ships and fishing boats, but also a forward base to monitor the movements of the orcs under the constraints of the peace treaty.

Even though there was sincere cooperation in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, the deep-rooted hatred between the two ethnic groups has put the fragile peace that the leaders of both sides have worked hard to maintain to the test. A powerful force that can act as a deterrent will undoubtedly increase the tension.

situation, but for the relatively weak Theramore, it is a powerful guarantee for safeguarding its own rights and interests.

Without the guarantee of military power, peace is just an illusion that is about to burst.

Thrall is quite tolerant of the Northern Castle, which is like a nail driven into the heart of the tribe. This is what he made in the peace treaty signed by both parties to Theramore, who was feeling uneasy due to its weak position.

Maximum concession.

There were no tribal troops stationed around the northern castle. No one knew how much effort it took for Warchief Thrall to maintain rare restraint among his hawkish subordinates who had emerged from the war years.

At least, for a long time, the leaders of both sides deserved praise for their efforts toward peace.

But objectively speaking, Theramore, which is not strong enough to compete with the tribe's military power but is surrounded by powerful enemies, has been destined to walk on thin ice since its establishment. Or...

It is destined to be a tragedy.

From the standing troops in the Northern Castle to the extremely high density of sentries in Dustwallow Swamp, all of them showed Theramore's cautious attitude.

It's a pity that peace is still a dream in the end, and no one can stop the rolling wheels of war...

If we talk about who will profit the most in the undercurrent situation in later generations, it will be the greedy goblins. The Ratchet City they established is the best transit station for bilateral trade. They use reasonable and legal means to obtain goods from both sides.

Earned huge amounts of wealth.

These little things who often say "time is money" will give you a warm and false smile - maybe even showing two tacky big gold teeth - and then use any means to destroy your

Gold coins "earn" into your own pocket.

Angmar didn't know what the Barrens would look like in the future. For two days and two nights, he and Jorek followed Hamuul, who knew the way, looking for traces of the orc army.

Jorek and Hamuul are both skilled hunters. For nomadic races like orcs and tauren, hunting seems to be an instinct flowing in their blood.

The three of them ate and slept in the open. When they were thirsty, they drank the fresh water condensed by Angmar's water-making technique. When they were hungry, they ate the chocobos brought by the two hunters.

Once, the three of them encountered a group of raptors looking for food. These social beasts were at the top of the food chain in the Barrens. If they met the three of them, they would inevitably become a delicious meal.

After eating the barbecue raptor meat, Angmar had only one thought in his mind: it was too unpalatable, the meat was old and hard, and had a strange sour taste. It was simply a blasphemy against meat.

…

After getting along with each other for a few days, Chorek's attitude towards Angmar has undergone earth-shaking changes. From the earliest warning, he suddenly turned into a hater, and the change in the middle seemed a bit unreasonable.

Jorek felt that Angmar had a different kind of charm. He was obviously a foreigner, but whenever the tradition of the orcs was mentioned, he could pick up the conversation, and he knew everything about it, and he was very much like those mature and prudent people.

Shaman sacrifice.

The nights in the Barrens were very cold, and the three of them always slept next to each other. The kind-hearted Hamuul would leave the position closest to the bonfire to Angmar and Jorek, who did not have thick fur to withstand the low temperature.

When they turned over, the Minotaur accidentally pressed down on the two of them. They woke up from the suffocation and tried their best to move the snoring Minotaur away from them. Then they couldn't sleep anymore and simply got up to add fuel to the bonfire.

Chatting while eating barbecue.

Jorek heard a lot about Draenor from the blood elves.

My ancestors! Jorek has almost forgotten what his hometown is like, but the blood elves know more than him! The grasslands of Nagrand, the jungles of Tanaan, and the draenei of Talador

people……

When he lay back down by the campfire and prepared to fall asleep, Jorek felt that he must introduce the blood elves to Drek'Thar or the warchief, at least let them know that there is a weak foreigner who understands so well that he is about to be killed by the orcs.

Forget about the clean traditional way...

The journey was always short, and finally in the early morning of the third day, the three of them caught up with the orc army that was moving towards the Stonetalon Mountains.
Chapter completed!