Stormwind God

Chapter 348 Relief (4400 Monthly Pass)

At this moment, Kurdran had thousands of possibilities in his mind.

For a split second, Kurdran almost decided it was a conspiracy.

The timing was perfect!

Eagle's Nest Mountain was attacked here, and you came over there. I didn't even call for help!

The speed of this Duke is faster than those death merchants who come here to resell arms when they smell the smell of war.

The next second, Kurdran smiled wryly.

The entire continent of Lordaeron is in a mess, and the Wildhammer dwarves are not unaware of it. Wildhammer dwarves are not a completely closed independent race. Even the merchants who frequently travel to and from the Eagle's Nest have told the Wildhammer dwarves that the entire continent is at war.

From the Silverpine Forest in the west to the Hillsbrad Foothills in the middle, and then to the Arathi Highlands in the east, it's just that the Wildhammer dwarves have always been indifferent to the world, making them subconsciously reject the message that war is approaching.

In fact, just two weeks ago, he had received a long letter from Magni Bronzebeard, detailing the orcs' unwarranted territorial claims and genocide of the most barbaric kind.

All resisters were executed.

Even if they surrendered, the dwarven slaves who found it troublesome or couldn't afford it were executed.

When the overseer is in a bad mood, he is still executed.

These extremely savage green skins don't take the lives of people other than their own race seriously.

In other words, they don't even take the lives of their own people seriously.

Unfortunately, this feeling is not good now. On the one hand, there are robbers who rushed into their garden aggressively, and on the other hand, there is a treaty that is almost an alliance under the city?

Duke saw Kurdran's embarrassment: "No, no, the great King of the Wildhammers. We are not the only ones here. At the request of Magni Bronzebeard, one of the leaders of the alliance, 50,000 elite soldiers of the alliance have already lined up On the border of the Hinterlands, as long as you allow it, the warriors of the Alliance will definitely defeat these intruders for the Wildhammer clan. Don't worry, there are no strings attached."

Dwarves are soft eaters. Coercion and temptation will only make them shoot you a musket directly, and then they would rather fight the orcs to the end than beg for mercy.

Duke's practice of first lures and then kicking people into the club, at least made the Wildhammer dwarves much more comfortable.

"Well, in the name of the King of the Wildhammer Dwarves, I accept the alliance's offer. As long as my relatives' words are proved to be true, the Wildhammer Dwarves will join your alliance."

Duke smiled, and sent a magical message directly: "Ilucia, let General Seamos march quickly."

The elite of the Stormwind Kingdom, who had already made preparations for a quick march, discarded all food and military supplies, and trotted all the way into the Hinterlands with only weapons and equipment.

In the sky, Duke hugged Cirvanas' waist, causing Queen Xi to rain arrows on the tribes running wildly on the ground. At the same time, Duke used the scanning of the system elves to mark the trolls hiding in the woods, and quickly killed them with magic.

Yet tribes are still too many.

The tribes all over the mountains swarmed towards Eagle's Nest Mountain without formation.

Half a day later, it could be clearly seen in the sky that the green tide of the tribe collided fiercely with the silvery steel torrent of humans.

The well-trained elite soldiers of Stormwind Kingdom moved slowly under the command of General Seamus.

They lined up a wall of strong shields baring their spears. Only after being baptized by the javelins thrown from behind the shield wall can the tribe be qualified to face this terrible shield wall.

Any effort to sweep away the clusters of spears was futile. Behind the two rows of sword and shield soldiers are three rows of spearmen. They thrust and retrieve their spears repeatedly, ensuring that any orc has to face more than six spears at the same time, which is absolutely beyond the capabilities of the orcs. The limit that can be supported.

The orcs slammed into the shield wall so hard that some parts of the wall were routed, and the defenders there couldn't quite hold back the orcs' onslaught.

The ensuing javelin rain gave the sword and shield soldiers time to repair the formation, and quickly stepped over the fallen comrades to fill the gap in the formation.

The troll on the opposite side also threw a spear. This kind of primitive and rough stone spearhead did cause a lot of trouble to humans.

Anyway, the penetration of this kind of spear is still limited, and it cannot compare with the penetration of metal spearheads.

When Seamus ordered the sword and shield soldiers in front to be increased to three rows, the formation finally stabilized.

Waves of orcs pounded the shield wall, destroying even less. Relatively, the Horde has been hit harder.

When the third wave of tribes arrived, the flamethrower team of the FFF regiment arrived and taught these tribes how to behave.

Originally, General Seamus was ready to fight a fierce battle.

However, after the initial onslaught of the tribes, he suddenly discovered that those who rushed out of the woods brandishing weapons were all tribe laborers.

Although these peons also have quite good fighting will, but can the combat power of peons be compared with standard orc warriors? Not to mention the elite of the Blackstone clan.

The overall reduction in height, strength, and speed made this battle more like a civil war between two human kingdoms.

When the sun was setting in the west, on the battlefield at the foot of Eagle's Nest Mountain, there were 40,000 orc corpses piled up.

"A brilliant victory!"

On the battlefield, those dwarf warriors who were fighting on the front line gave out passionate cheers. Most of their new allies—the human fighters just smiled lightly, and didn't seem very excited.

"Why, it's common for humans not to celebrate victory now?" a dwarf warrior asked.

"Believe me, as long as it is a human warrior wearing a griffin coat of arms, each of them has a double-digit number of orc kills. We have definitely seen many more orcs than you. But the orc laborers who came today really can't Let's get excited!" The elite warriors of the Griffon Legion replied.

Two hours ago, Kurdran Wildhammer received Duke and his party in the throne room of Aerie Mountain. He used to think that most of the superiors in human beings were old-fashioned old men.

Obviously his preconceptions were wrong.

Except for a forty or fifty-year-old human general, everyone present looked too young.

Duke Marcus, a young man in blue-and-white mage robes, with a clean-shaven chin and deep, dark eyes, was their commander in chief.

Then there was a guy who exuded soft golden light and called himself a 'Paladin'.

Finally, there is an elf girl with a wild and rebellious temperament. Although Kurdran didn't think she was cute, her brave and fit heroic figure still won Kurdran's favor.

Kurdran rarely sees so many special people. Especially the dozens of barrels of fine wine that Duke sent later made him feel even more happy. Now, he is happy to meet these people.

A dwarf is only a brother to a man who can drink, Kurdran secretly made up his mind, no matter whether Duke is weak or not, the man who can drink is a brother!

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