A Stromgarde officer hurriedly walked forward and said to Garin nervously: "Your Highness, the scouts sent out just now to guard reported that there seems to be something abnormal in the area controlled by the Syndicate. There are only a few people on routine patrol in the entire central city.
, but the large army is nowhere to be seen!”
"What?" Regen and Garin were both shocked, and they asked in unison, "What is the situation in the West City now? Are there any Syndicate troops going to attack?"
"This is the strangest thing, sir," the officer replied, "not only are there no traces of them inside or outside the West City, but there are also no Syndicate troops of more than a hundred people in Stromgarde. They seem to have disappeared out of thin air!
"
Everyone looked at each other in shock after hearing this. Although Regan and others had never dealt with the Syndicate organization, judging from Jialin's previous accounts and rumors, this arrogant and irritable group was not a difficult enemy to deal with, or rather.
Just a ragtag group of run-down nobles who have lost their territory.
During the Second War, the power of the orcs frightened many humans. The cunning warlock Gul'dan keenly noticed this and began to recruit those scum who were greedy for life and fear of death as the puppet army of the orcs. Among them, seven humans
The lords of Alterac, the weakest in the country, became the first batch of eagle dogs. They promised to help the aliens subvert the leadership of the Alliance and capture Lordaeron, hoping that this would be a great opportunity to make a fortune.
However, the orcs were eventually defeated by the Jedi counterattack of the Alliance of Lordaeron, and were almost wiped out in the Battle of Blackrock Mountain. The Alterac nobles who lost their master turned to their former allies, hoping to get their forgiveness, but the rest
The Six Nations were furious at the betrayal of the Principality of Alterac and did not hesitate to permanently exile these human traitors and divide their lands.
The exiled nobles felt extremely confused and did not know where they lived. The few remaining orc communities in Lordaeron did not want to have anything to do with them and refused to provide them with a place of refuge. So these former lords
They have to survive by stealing
After several failed individual actions, they began to gather together spontaneously, forming a more powerful organization and naming it the Syndicate. They used fighting, assassination, deception and theft to regain the property of their ancestors. The Syndicate was only for themselves.
fight for their own cause, but if someone can help achieve their ultimate goal, they will also consider cooperating
Although these unscrupulous nobles were reluctantly united, their natural greed and rage caused them to argue endlessly for power. After experiencing several internal conflicts, they finally made concessions to each other - the leaders of different regions could be replaced by
Local factions make their own decisions and other "partners" have no right to interfere
As a result, the groups in the Arathi region and the Alterac Mountains began to become relatively independent, and agreed on the principles of non-submission and mutual respect. It can be said that the organization has been relatively successful in maintaining the name of the leader of the Syndicate in Arathi.
As Faculest, he was already famous before the fall of Alterac, so it was natural for him to be elected as the leader of a party with the dignity of a duke.
But Galin, who had dealt with him many times, said bluntly that this duke from a prominent family was not a leader. To put it more clearly, he was just a second-generation official who was protected by his ancestors. He would have come up with something unexpected.
Strategy, that's simply harder than letting a domestic pig climb a tree
"But why did he set up the suspicion? Is it possible that the entire Syndicate went on a trip?" Herod asked doubtfully.
"Perhaps it is to join up with the people in the Alterac region," Garin said after thinking for a moment. "In recent times, they seem to be a little too calm, so much so that it seems that the ogres have replaced all their 'work', and this
Behind this abnormal situation, there should usually be some larger action."
"Bigger action? Can't Stromgarde satisfy their appetite?" Roxas asked curiously
"It's impossible to say for sure. Those greedy guys will never refuse greater wealth. Otherwise, how could they easily abandon the alliance and be willing to serve as hawks and dogs of foreign races..." Garin couldn't help scolding his compatriots in front of the orcs, so he was vague.
Passed by in one sentence
"Well...it's a pity that even Gul'dan, the one who made this mistake, couldn't die a good death, let alone them themselves." Roxas did not shy away from the crimes of the old tribe, and accepted the words frankly, "No matter what race it is.
, Traitors will not have a good end!"
Jialin's brows raised slightly, as if he was a little confused, but seeing that Regen and others looked indifferent, he must have been used to Roxas's different opinions from ordinary orcs, so he suppressed his curiosity and did not continue talking.
"Your Highness, why don't we go directly to the central city to find out what's going on instead of making random guesses here," Herod suggested to Garin after a moment of silence.
"Well, that makes sense." Galin nodded in agreement, "Then what do you think, Mr. Reagan?"
"Of course I agree with everyone," the knight nodded slightly to everyone, "Although the Syndicate is not a serious problem for the alliance, it is definitely not a kind person... No matter what, it is best to find out their movements."
Seeing that everyone readily agreed, Garin ordered his adjutants to turn around, and the team of more than a thousand people marched in neat steps towards the central city of Stromgarde.
——The large army marched quietly and did not encounter any resistance. At first, the left-behind personnel detected by the scouts were nowhere to be seen. They all seemed to be hiding like field mice.
"It seems that these guys really left Arathi," Garin said with a frown as he looked at the empty city. "I really don't know which town will suffer from this."
"So, the Stone Fist tribe's attack was probably ordered by the Syndicate," Regan walked to the central castle door and wiped the brass door knocker seemingly casually, "Through this clumsy cover-up method, your army
No time to pay attention to them - simple, but effective"
"Having said that, if they leave Stromgarde in a big way, my people will still have nothing to do, so why bother?" Garin asked doubtfully.
"Well... I guess we have to ask our friends who are playing hide and seek with us!" Regen winked at Roxas, and the beast walked to an inconspicuous pile of debris without saying a word.
Then he kicked up hard, only to hear a scream, and a figure wearing a brown robe rolled out of the ground.
"Spare your life, spare your life! I'm just a handyman, I don't know anything!" He held his head in his hands and begged Roxas for mercy.
"A handyman?" Regan looked at the sparkling diamond ring on his hand in amusement, "I don't know how many years you have to sweep the floor to buy that thing on your finger."
Herod stepped forward and kicked him, pulled out his sword and shouted loudly: "Tell me! Who are you! Otherwise I will chop off your dog's head with one sword!"
"Don't kill me, don't kill me! My lord!" The man hugged Herod's thigh and begged, "I am just a servant of Duke Falkrest. He left Stromgarde with a large army a few days ago, leaving only
I’ll bring some useless guys here to fill up my numbers and use them to confuse Prince Jialin’s army!”
"Then when did they leave?" Regan asked with a frown.
"A week ago, at the instigation of that damn Otto"
"Otto? Who is that?"
As soon as this person was mentioned, the prisoner seemed to have forgotten his fear. He gnashed his teeth and cursed, "A despicable and shameless villain, a bastard who relies on his words to win a position! I was originally Lord Faculest's most trusted servant.
But since this country bumpkin came, he has won the favor of the Lord with his sweet words, became the Lord's personal guard, and gained the command of all the troops!"
"Oh, that's really unfortunate," Roxas said sarcastically, "Didn't you try to give this bitch some medicine, or give him a sword directly? I heard that fighting in the nest is the strength of your syndicate."
"Why don't I want to kill that bastard!" the prisoner said bitterly, "but this guy himself is as strong as the Duke, and he also has a young black dragon as a battle pet. The dozen or so guards may not be his.
opponent!"
"Oh? There are still such talents in the Syndicate?" Galin was surprised, looked at Regen and asked, "Aren't the black dragons the most arrogant among the five-color dragons? When will they become humans' pets?"
"Indeed..." Regan squinted his eyes and nodded, then wiped the brass door knocker and put it in front of his nose to smell it.
"Then before Faculest left, did he tell you the destination of the operation?" Regan thought for a moment, then raised his head and asked.
"This..." The captive's eyes rolled, as if hesitating, but when he saw the sharp fangs deliberately shown by Roxas, he nodded hurriedly, "I told you, I told you... Otto told him that the Black Iron Dwarf
I dug up treasure in the town of Dunmod in the wetlands, and I advised the Duke to strike first, kill those guys and then blow up the Sardo Bridge, so that you can enjoy all the treasures to yourself!"
"What?" Herod's eyes widened, "How dare these lunatics do this! Don't they know that this is the only land passage connecting Lordaeron and the southern continent?"
"I think it is precisely because of this that they decided to blow up the bridge!" Regan analyzed nonchalantly, "The Syndicate's forces are mainly distributed in the Alterac area, and rarely cross the wetlands to do evil in the southern countries. In Stormwind City
They are not even ranked in the statistical list! Now they only need to kill the Black Iron Dwarves and blow up the bridge to block the transmission of news from the Arathi coalition, and then they can take those treasures to the southern continent and have fun!"
"But Arathi still has griffons, how could they cut off the connection between Lordaeron and the main continent!" Roxas asked
"Unfortunately, the griffin cage at the bottom of the refuge valley was hit by fire a week ago, and almost all the griffins were burned to death! And strangely enough, no suspicious footprints were found around it," Galin said with an ugly expression.
"At the time, we thought it was an accident, but now it seems that it was a premeditated strategy... I didn't expect that idiot Faculest to come up with such a plan!"
"And they don't need any other methods at all," Regan continued following the train of thought, "because even if you borrowed gryphons from the Wildhammer Fortress to report the news, the Syndicate at that time would have already broken into pieces and hid in
Among the civilians of Stormwind City, no one can catch them!"
"My God, you are so wise!" the prisoner shouted in surprise, "that bastard Otto told you exactly! He used these words to impress the Duke!"
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go to Sardo and stop those madmen!" Herod looked at Regen anxiously and said.
"There is no need to panic. Since the Syndicate people have been away for a week, and there is no news of the broken bridge, they should be locked in a bitter battle with the Dark Iron Dwarves. You must know that the Black Dwarves stationed in Dunmod are also
They are not easy people!" Galin consoled him.
"Well... but we can't delay any longer," Regan said thoughtfully, "It should take a day's journey from Stromgarde to the bridge. If they are all cavalry, it will take almost half a day to go back and forth... In this way, they
We have been fighting a tough battle for about five days. Even if both sides are elites, they cannot withstand such a huge consumption. I believe that the winner will definitely be decided within these two days!"
After saying that, he raised his head and looked at Garin, "Your Highness, please forgive us for not being able to attend your banquet... Time is running out. If those bastards succeed, I believe the entire Stormwind City will be in a lot of trouble!"
"No problem, I will immediately send someone back to the West City to inform Ms. White and Sophie so that they can join you!"
Garin patted Regan on the shoulder apologetically, "But I may not be able to go with you. After all, the troll villages in the north are also eyeing Stromgarde. The men of Arathor must never give up the legacy and glory of their ancestors... Please forgive me.
I can no longer fight side by side with you."
Regan nodded to express his understanding and glanced at the ruined Stromgarde with emotion: "The Arathor Empire once dominated the continent for thousands of years. I hope that the Trollbane family can regain its glory in your hands... I hope
The Holy Light always protects his people, young prince!"
"The Holy Light is with you, young dragon slayer," Garin replied meticulously, his gray eyes shining with confidence.