Chapter 447 The Bad News of the Horde

[I want your life three thousand type A]?

What the hell is that?

Many alliance bosses were stupefied, such as King Solas of Stormgard, and General Haas of Alterac. Only those alliance bosses and generals who had worked with Duke had strange faces.

Regardless of Duke's human-like appearance, just looking at Duke's so-called inventions, anyone would think that Duke is simply a dwarf in human skin.

Yes, those guys in Ironforge who have big brains, no, they are the guys whose brains break through the sky.

Goblins love explosions, and explosions are the art of goblins. When they blow up the enemy, they also send themselves to the west.

Gnomes love to die, and unreliable inventions are the label of gnomes. Before the fall of Gnomeregan, seeing gnomes spending a lot of money on various unreliable deaths is enough to make the alliance The kings had a heart attack.

But Duke is definitely the exception among the exceptions.

He doesn't have many gadgets, but each of them can completely change the situation on the battlefield.

From the [FFF Regiment Flame Thrower], which is famous for roasting orcs in the western battlefield, to the [Yaoyao Ling], which drives the trolls who are good at hiding into the river in the eastern forest, although there are only two inventions, Duke does not know where they came from Confidence, directly turned the invention into military use - mass production.

It was such a success!

Now, at the most critical moment, another new invention?

The bigwigs of the alliance stared straight.

Duke snapped his fingers: "Everyone, please come to the Royal Garden. Uh, Your Majesty Menethil, please inform the guards of the palace, and don't panic when you hear the explosion."

Terenas nodded.

The show started, and after a bang, the result was something that surprised the bigwigs of the league.

"How much have you prepared for this?"

"Five thousand pieces."

"Not enough!" Anduin and Terenas said in unison.

Duke shrugged. "I'm out of money. I don't have enough high powder. You know how greedy goblins are."

Terenas was in a hurry: "If I make up the money for you right away, how much can you make in the fastest time?"

"24 hours, 50,000 pieces."

This battle was about the safety of Lordaeron City. If the annihilation was not successful, or Lordaeron City was destroyed before the Western Legion was annihilated, then Terenas really had no place to cry.

Knowing that Duke should have the stock in hand, Terenas could only pinch his nose to recognize it, and directly allocated two million gold coins to Duke.

In this way, while the alliance was preparing for the siege, Orgrim was struggling. The first was that the troops he had fallen behind were raided by the Union. The Knights of the Silver Hand, who were supposed to help the main force of Lordaeron retreat, escaped from the horde's pursuit, carried them with a griffin, and parachuted into the Alterac Mountains again.

The most capable fighters of these alliances directly attacked the tribe's rear army on the mountain road.

The number of the Knights of the Silver Hand can barely exceed a hundred, but every paladin is a great man who fights one against ten, or even one against a hundred. The tribe that originally had an advantage in individual soldiers in the mountains was directly defeated when it encountered the Silver Hand.

Orgrim waited in the valley at the foot of the mountain for three days before gathering more than 10,000 people. Perhaps less than 2,000 people were killed, but more were defeated. The orcs who lost their control ran all over the mountain.

And for some unknown reason, the Silver Hand deliberately let go of the ogre who was the greatest threat to the city wall, and instead specifically asked the commander of the tribe to kill it.

Orgrim felt a little ominous. And on the same day that Lothar arrived in Lordaeron, Orgrim finally received a piece of news he didn't want to hear.

"Warchief!" Orgrim glanced and saw one of his soldiers pointing to the sky.

Are there more griffins coming?

He thought in disgust: If the Alliance didn't have these annoying guys, the Horde would have dominated the entire sky with the Red Dragon Army.

Unfortunately, before the Zuluhed brought back a fresh batch of red dragons from Grim Batol Stronghold in the Wetlands. The tribe had to watch griffins shit and piss on their heads every day and monitor their movements.

But Orgrim is still more worried. These dwarf griffin riders are very strong, their mounts are fast, and their storm hammers are as deadly as the orc war hammers. Although they are small in stature, they cannot be ignored. So if there are really more griffins attacking, I must have the troll troops ready.

The black shadow is getting bigger and bigger - its body is very long, and it can be seen that it is not a griffin.

As it approached, the warchief heard cheers from his soldiers.

A young red dragon with a thousand years of age!

That's good news, this behemoth can easily overwhelm hundreds of griffins. When a dragon grows over a thousand years old, its attack power, defense power, and speed will all be greatly improved compared with a young dragon that is less than a thousand years old.

After the young dragon steps into the domain of the giant dragon, he can use magic. Moreover, it is the amazingly powerful dragon language magic that can be used directly without spells during high-speed flight.

The dragon is definitely the most terrifying existence on the battlefield.

The dragon landed on the river bank next to the small river that crossed the entire valley. As soon as it landed, a burly orc jumped from the saddle on the dragon's back.

Orgrim hung his hammer behind his back, striding forward.

"Where is the great chief?" The dragon knight shouted: "It's an emergency!"

"I'm right here." At the same time Orgrim replied, all the warriors of the tribe separated left and right like a tide, and automatically made way for him: "What's the matter? Is that bastard Gul'dan finally willing to roll over?"

The dragoon turned to face Doomhammer, and Orgrim recognized him right away—he was Zuluhed's confidant, a very capable warrior, and it was said that he was the first group who dared to tame the dragon one of the people.

Torgues, yes, that's his name.

"Great Chief, please come here." Torgues beckoned.

Orgrim boldly walked into the circle formed by the dragon's tail. The rest of the people understood that this was definitely a highly confidential matter, and even the chief's personal guards stepped back a few steps to let them discuss it alone.

"Say it."

Before Torgues spoke, his broad face had a strange and complex expression - Orgrim could see that there was anger, confusion, and even shame and fear mixed in.

Torgues didn't dare to look directly into the warchief's eyes: "Gul'dan escaped. Just after you left the border of Quel'Thalas with the main force, he and Cho'gall took away all the Duskhammer and the Storm Predators clan. People, after arriving in the Hinterlands, they have sailed into the Great Sea by boat and headed south."

The leader of the alliance can only watch the fifth watch for the time being, and he really can't come up with the words. Sorry