Chapter 915 An Arrow Hit the Knee

Suddenly looking back, I realized that many people who should have died early in the battle were saved by Duke.

Without Duke, Turalyon should have counterattacked Draenor after the second Dark Portal, missing with the big explosion. Eighty-nine times out of ten it's dead.

If Kalia had not been hidden, then Kalia, who had completely lost hope in life, would have chosen to live in seclusion after the city of Lordaeron was destroyed. The scattered people of Lordaeron will fight on their own, composing a step-by-step sad and touching death war song:

The crazy Scarlet Crusade will be born.

Saidan Dathrohan will be taken away by the Dread Lord, causing harm to all directions.

Abbendis would die a violent death in Hearthglen.

Alexandros Mograine is even more miserable. He will be killed by his own son Renault. Beguiled by the dreadlord posing as Saidan Dathrohan, Raynor deceived his father, allowing the elder Mograine to fall into the Scourge's trap and ultimately lose his strength. Raynor picked up the [Ashbringer] and killed his biological father.

Although Renault's depravity was also caused by old Mograine, patricide has always been the deepest sorrow throughout the ages.

There is also Queen Xi next to her. At this point in history, she is already a death banshee, bound by Alsace like a dog, instead of still having bright skin and a cheerful and proud expression. , jumping around by his side.

Thinking that the world might be destroyed this time, Duke took a long breath, and secretly felt cruel in his heart - Damn it, Archimonde, you must die!

Duke's inadvertent expression of great pressure was noticed by the two queens at the same time.

Jaina rolled her eyes, and when she was thinking of something, she caught a glimpse of the fireworks pinned to her breastplate.

right! They were small white fireworks for funerals.

She deliberately stayed there to remind herself of the enmity between her father and her brother.

Pursing her lips hard, when Sylvanas followed Duke, Jaina was finally half a step slower.

but……

She has no regrets.

At this moment, Mount Hyjal has become a huge pre-war construction site.

At the foot of the mountain, the onlookers watched with pain as the rude orc laborers labored hard to cut down giant trees that were hundreds of years old, using the thick trees as pillars for huge bunkers, sharpening the slightly smaller branches and inserting them upside down. On the ground towards the bottom of the mountain as antlers.

Orc-style arrow towers rose from the ground one after another, and the taller and slender trolls climbed up nimbly. They stuffed the large piece of iron sheet they got from the goblins to the outside of the arrow tower as a shield to protect themselves, and then arranged the hurling guns provided by humans into their convenient positions. The gun head made of fine steel shimmered in the dusk.

At the mountain pass, the vast ground on both sides was surrounded by wooden stakes and thick ropes. Signs in various languages ​​were inserted on them, and there were even scrawled images of goblins.

Grom held up his beloved ax [Blood Roar] and muttered: "Thall, I don't believe those dwarfs at all. Although their skin is also green, but look at it, starting from noon, those dwarfs The idiot has blown up a dozen of his own people."

Thrall patted the shoulder of this senior who narrowly escaped death: "Grom. First, it was not the orcs, trolls or tauren who died. Second, they themselves are not afraid of death. Do we still want to die?" Worry about them..."

Before Sal could finish speaking, a loud "Boom!" suddenly came from the other side.

At least half a dozen goblins were blown into the sky, and then disintegrated into green and red parts, scattered evenly on the land within a hundred meters.

Then the goblins nearby opened their mouths one after another, watching their companions succeed in committing suicide as if they were watching fireworks, and some even whistled.

There was no need for the orcs to criticize. A goblin sitting on top of a three-person thick iron robot directly picked up an iron trumpet and cursed loudly. His sharp and unpleasant voice could be heard within a radius of several hundred meters.

"Frank! I said it! Don't let those idiots go to the place where the mines were planted! And - I repeat, don't eat cigars while laying mines!!"

The goblins below looked at their boss with puzzled and amused expressions.

The goblin went crazy: "Bastard! Who else dares not to listen to me! Half of their wages will be deducted!"

This time, the group of goblins below suddenly seemed to have been severely whipped by a whip, and they all obeyed the order as if they were facing a powerful enemy.

Over there, Grom slapped his forehead, his expression clearly telling Thrall - look!

Thrall couldn't help baring his teeth, but he changed the subject: "But... if this world still has a future, I will consider bringing goblins into the tribe."

"Ah!?" Even a bold person like Grom couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

Thrall took out two axes from the box next to him.

An extremely rough stone ax made of sharp stones and thick branches tied together.

One is a steel ax with an icy cold light emitting from the ax blade, and it is obvious at a glance that it is a murder weapon.

"One handful is what we can do now, and one handful is what humans just gave us. You understand what I want to say."

Grom was silent.

He is most aware of the backwardness of the orcs in the fields of forging and metallurgy. During the more than ten years of survival in Tirisfal Glades, an ax forged by a Dark Iron dwarf, even if it had been broken countless times, was still a treasure in the eyes of the orc soldiers.

The most exaggerated thing is that one ax has changed its owners for fifteen times and has never been eliminated.

Why?

Compared with those stone axes and hammers that can be broken into pieces by humans, of course, sturdy dwarf products are more trustworthy.

After all, isn’t this the backwardness of technology? Civilization's backwardness?

If you fall behind, you will be beaten. This is inevitable!

Vol'jin came up and dispelled Grom's last extravagant hope with one sentence: "Trolls have spent eight thousand years to prove that using flesh and blood to fight against higher civilizations will have such a sad ending. What you wreaked havoc on fourteen years ago The continent of Lordaeron, the capitals of the human kingdoms you destroyed, were all once the territories of the Amani Troll Empire."

Grom stopped raising objections.

Thrall set the tone for this matter: "Those things will be discussed later. Now the Burning Legion is our real enemy. We are not fighting for the Alliance at this moment, but for the survival of the Horde. Since Duke*Mar Kusi treats us with sincerity, and we will definitely repay him with the gift of a warrior."

"Understood!" Several tribe leaders responded in unison.

However, looking at those noisy goblins, Thrall was thoughtful.

It was late at night, and the tribes at the foot of the mountain and the alliance on the mountainside were still preparing for war under the lights all night long.

Duke suddenly received an urgent call from Sylvanas.

"Second sister is in an emergency! Come quickly!" Lilas informed Duke nervously.

Who knows, as soon as he entered Queen Xi's camp, Duke was hit by an arrow in the knee.