After saying goodbye to Garin and the Stromgarde defenders, Regan led the Crusaders troops who had had a hasty lunch to speed up towards the southernmost point of Arathi, which is also the only land connecting the Lordaeron subcontinent and Azeroth.
Passage - Rush to the Saldo Bridge
According to legend, this magnificent bridge was built at the end of the War of the Three Hammers. The dwarves of the Bronzebeard and Wildhammer tribes put aside their prejudices and jointly defeated their evil cousins, the Dark Iron dwarves. After the war, the proud Wildhammer
The leader of the tribe, Kaderros, rejected the kindness of the Bronzebeard tribe, left Ironforge and went north to the jungle of the Hinterlands to build his own Eagle's Nest fortress.
However, the Bronzebeard dwarves, who cared about brotherhood and did not want to be strangers to their compatriots, sent their most outstanding designers and craftsmen to build the current Sardo Bridge at the connection between Khaz Modan and Lordaeron.
Ensure smooth communication between them and the Wildhammer tribe
This 300-year-old bridge has been damaged many times. The most serious one was during the Third War. At that time, the Scourge sent two skeletal dragons in order to block the southern humans from supporting Lordaeron.
He sprayed fiercely at the bridge piers in an attempt to destroy the entire bridge. However, after a long time of effort, only part of the bridge was destroyed. The natural disaster commander had no choice but to give up this plan, and the Saldo Bridge was also named after it.
Famous for its indestructibility
But at this moment, Regan did not dare to put all his bets on the reliability of a building. After all, the Scourge Legion's main focus was on Lordaeron, and the people sent to carry out the task of destroying the bridge were just some miscellaneous soldiers. If
If it had been for a strong man like Kel'Thuzad, the Sardo Bridge would have been turned into ruins long ago.
"Lord Regan!" A scout galloping on horseback interrupted his thoughts, "A small number of bodies of black iron dwarves were found ahead. Judging from the wounds and blood coagulation, the death time should be more than four days. What should I do?
Please show me how to handle it!"
"Dark Iron Dwarf? Died in Arathi?" Regen frowned slightly in surprise, "How far is this place from Dun Moder?"
"About ten miles, sir!"
"That's strange..." Reagan squinted and looked at the still blurry Sardo Bridge. Judging from the outline, it should still be intact, which is enough to prove that the Syndicate did not destroy the bridge.
"Could it be that the Dark Iron Dwarves also marched towards Arathi and met them here?" Sophie guessed from the sidelines.
"It's unlikely," Regan shook his head. "I have dealt with the Dark Iron Dwarves before. The only thing they care about most is the legacy of Ironforge and Anvilmar. To these stubborn guys, Lordaeron is just
It’s just an unrelated piece of land. There is no reason for them to start an inexplicable battle with a syndicate that they have never met before.”
"But then, how did the Dark Iron Dwarves appear here?" Herod asked puzzledly, "Could it be that the Syndicate dumped their corpses here after breaking through Dun Moder?"
"Use your brain, man!" Roxas' poisonous tongue was still merciless to everyone, "The Sardo Bridge is still intact in front of us. If the Dark Iron Dwarves are really killed by the Syndicate, then you are now
You may only see four bridge piers!"
Herod's face turned red, but he still argued, "That's not necessarily true. Maybe they forgot about it after killing all the dwarves and seizing the treasure..."
"Come on, do you think you might forget to wipe your butt after going to the toilet?" the orc retorted without giving in.
"Okay, everyone, please stop arguing. Let's listen to Mr. Regan's decision first!" White stopped the two bickering and looked at the meditating knight expectantly.
"Well... maybe this is not as simple as we thought."
Regen raised his head and glanced at everyone, then said after careful consideration, "Although I have some clues in my mind, I can't make a decision yet... Maybe we need to adopt some strategies to dig out the mystery hidden deep in the depths!"
"Ha, Ragen, you remind me of the detective game when I was a kid. What I love to do most is to expose the conspiracy of those stupid pigs, and then give them a good beating!" Roxus shouted while rubbing his hands, "Say
, is there anything I can do for you!"
"Well... there is really a mission suitable for you right now," Regan smiled maliciously, sending a shiver down the orc's spine.
"That is, as bait!"
——————————————————————————————————————The setting sun slowly sinks into the horizon, covering the small town of Dunmod
It was dyed red, and combined with the crackling and burning houses, it actually made people feel like they were in purgatory. In front of the town's spacious school grounds, hundreds of dwarf corpses lay scattered on the ground, and the thick smell of blood could be heard even from a distance.
can smell
A crow with red eyes jumped down from the branch, picked up a piece of meat, and swallowed it in two mouthfuls. Just as it took the eyeball of a corpse in its mouth and was about to feast, another crow quickly walked by.
It flew over the ground and snatched the delicious food away from its mouth.
"Gah!" The crow that had been robbed of food was furious. It held its beak and pecked at the robber fiercely, but the other party just picked it up for the food in its mouth, and hurriedly swallowed the eyeballs.
Then he used his sharp claws to launch a counterattack. For a while, the school field was filled with the unpleasant croaking noise of crows.
"Ominous beasts, just like those undead souls that eat dead people!" A few stones flew over, smashing these winged ghouls into pieces, and only a majestic green figure appeared at the entrance of the town.
He carried a rusty battle ax on his shoulders, his unkempt beard was hastily tied into two braids, hanging in front of his broad chest, and he looked like a down-and-out adventurer... Needless to say, he was naturally sent as bait.
Roxas
The orc walked into the town full of corpses, found a stone brick and sat down as if no one else was around. He took out the wine bottle in his arms and drank a gulp of it. He also took a few bites of the big cake he brought with him, looking at the death surroundings.
He seemed to turn a blind eye to the horrific corpse, as if the burning house was his best accompaniment.
"I encounter this kind of thing wherever I go, why can't I find a warm place with a bed and a fireplace to eat?" After the orc finished eating and drinking, he wiped his mouth and stood up and complained, "Yeah! Still.
You have to collect corpses for these old men, you are so damn lucky!"
He lazily dragged up a corpse and was about to throw it into the fire when a sharp blue arrow shot out from nowhere and hit the orc's throat quickly.
"Snapped!"
Roxas's eyes lit up, and he instantly drew out the battle ax on his back, knocking the despicable poisonous arrow away.
"Who! Come out!" The orc held the battle ax tightly and shouted loudly, pretending to be panicked, "It's nothing to shoot hidden arrows secretly, you have the guts to fight the uncle face to face!"
"I'm sorry, orc, I think your wish may not come true in this life..." A middle-aged man with a gloomy face walked out of the woods not far from the school ground, "Originally, if you left after eating
, we will probably spare your life, but unfortunately you are too nosy to deal with these dead people... In this case, we can only help you, an enthusiastic greenskin."
"Bah, you're stupid...no," Roxas was about to curse out of reflex, but suddenly remembered the mission assigned by Regan, and adjusted his face to what he thought was a horrified expression, "Oh! You cutters
Bandits, damn bandits, I'm just an ordinary traveler who has no grievances against you, why don't you let me go!" The extremely sissy lines were shouted from the orc's throat, which made people feel quite subtle.
The sense of disobedience made even Roxas himself shudder uncontrollably.
"Ordinary travelers? Don't you know that the robbers specialize in robbing ordinary travelers like you?" The middle-aged man smiled sinisterly, "You actually asked the Syndicate why, you are so naive and ridiculous, orc!"
"Syndicate?" Roxas pretended to be frightened, "How could you be members of the Syndicate? Aren't they supposed to be in Alterac and Arathi?"
The middle-aged man did not answer his question immediately, but turned around and said something into the woods. After a moment, he turned back: "It seems that it will take some time for our guests to return. In that case, I will
Let you be a wise man!"
After saying that, he waved his hand behind him, and hundreds of Syndicate gangsters in black attire walked out of the forest and stood neatly behind the middle-aged man, "I am honored to introduce to you, the one that belongs only to me, Faculest."
Loyal Guards - Syndicate Black Legion!"
The middle-aged man, or Duke Facrest, raised his chin with pride and said, "Don't confuse them with those idiots in Alterac. They have become a class under the training of my guard captain Otto."
An invincible force! And the corpses of the black dwarves on the ground are proof of this fact!"
Roxas' eyes involuntarily fell on the bald man standing next to the Duke. This guy seemed to be at least about seven feet tall. Even among the orcs, he was definitely not a dwarf. If that strong body was covered with a steel helmet,
, maybe people will regard him as the newly developed battle puppet of the dwarf, but the most eye-catching thing is the black young dragon lying on his arm. This little guy is aiming at the orcs with evil intentions, and he is probably in
Thinking about where to start talking later
"Please allow me to express my high respect to you, Lord Faculest!" Roxas pretended to lower his head and said with pleading, "I have always believed that the Syndicate is a great organization, but I just didn't have the chance to join.
That’s all, and now the supreme ancestor actually allows me to meet you here. Isn’t this destined by God to make the humble Roxas your subordinate? Please accept the allegiance of an orc known for his loyalty, Your Majesty the Duke!”
"Haha, interesting guy!" Faculest and Otto smiled at each other and said with a little pity, "If you and I had met later, maybe we could still accept you, but it's a pity that we can accept you.
, the time you picked was so bad, it happened to be on the way to the arrival of our guests... So I'm sorry, to be on the safe side, I can only say goodbye to you."
Faculest shook his head hypocritically and waved his hand to the soldier behind him, "Go and give him a good time. You know I can't bear to see a living life wither away like this..."
"Wait a minute!" Roxas said loudly, "Sir, please satisfy my last curiosity. I just want to know, since you are dealing with another group of people, why do you need to attack these Dark Iron Dwarves?"
"You are really an orc with strong curiosity!" Faculest smiled nonchalantly, "Tell him the reason, Otto."
"Yes, sir!" the guard captain responded in a low voice, "Listen up, the alien named Roxus, the enemies we have to deal with are not only the guests mentioned by the Duke, these black iron dwarves are also the targets we want to kill.
Their fate has long been doomed, and it’s just a matter of time that they become bait to attract another wave of fish!”
"Oh, that's it..." The orc nodded as if he suddenly understood, and several soldiers came up to twist him.
"But there's one thing I'm not very clear about!" Roxas ignored the sword around his neck and asked again.
"How many problems do you still have, troublesome guy!" Faculest said impatiently, "Don't try to delay time, your life will not be extended much!"
"I understand, sir," Roxas chuckled, "I promise this will be the last question!"
"Stop talking nonsense, talk quickly!"
"Of course, of course," the orc nodded repeatedly, with a sly smile on his face.
"The question is, do you know your guests are sitting in your living room?"