Chapter 113 16. Under the Blackstone Tower
The sky in the Burning Plains is always scorching and dim. Looking at the sky from the ground, the black clouds are mixed with an ominous halo. The orcs, or the human soldiers who chased them here, would feel quite depressed.
This is a cursed land, violent elements, vicious dwarves, and even rumors of black dragons living here. In short, this is not a good place. If it is not because of the war, I am afraid no one will take the initiative to come here .
At this moment, Marshal Anduin Lothar, surrounded by knights, was observing the situation on the battlefield outside the long river of magma around Blackstone Mountain.
"Are the orcs planning to stick to this mountain?"
The marshal put down the binoculars in his hand, and the corners of his wrinkled eyes were raised, which represented that the marshal was in a bad mood at this time.
The Black Rock Mountain in front of you straddles the middle of the Burning Plains and the Scorching Canyon, separating the Kingdom of Stormwind from the land of the Bronzebeard dwarves of Ironforge. After the Black Iron Dwarves were exiled here more than 200 years ago, these dwarves hollowed out the mountain body, built a huge city inside.
Describing Black Rock Mountain as easy to defend and difficult to attack is the most superficial evaluation, and it can be called a natural danger.
Among other things, as long as the orcs guarding the Blackrock Tower are determined to stick to it, the two iron gates leading to the interior of the Blackrock Mountain, which are more than 5 meters wide and weigh tens of tons, are enough to stop tens of thousands of people. Attack of Union fighters.
"This is really troublesome!"
Marshal Lothar is a veteran and a skilled commander, but seeing the situation in front of him, he has no good way.
"The gnome engineer in Gnomeregan told me that those two huge doors wouldn't blow open."
The adjutant Turalyon standing beside the marshal also had a gloomy look in his eyes, not only because the war has not gone well these few days, but also because he plucked up the courage to confess, but was mercilessly rejected by Ms. Alleria Windrunner .
This made the adjutant knight a little uneasy. He was riding a horse, guarded by the marshal, looking at the hidden tower in the Black Rock Mountain in front of him, and said in a deep voice:
"The siege weapons in our hands can't break the mountain wall around the giant gate. King Magni has promised to send a dwarf steam tank army to support it, but to be honest, the dwarves seem to think that it is impossible to break through in a short time. This fortress, beyond the Searing Gorge, has been prepared for a long siege by King Magni's army of dwarves."
Lothar's eyes narrowed, and a vague murderous aura bloomed on him. His fingers rubbed the command knife at his waist. After a while, the marshal turned his head to look at the mage commander beside him.
"Mr. Khadgar, if mass teleportation..."
"It's theoretically possible."
It didn't take the marshal to finish speaking, Khadgar understood Lothar's meaning, he rubbed his forehead, thought while replying:
"With the help of the mages of the Firewing Legion of the High Elves, we can indeed send some soldiers directly into the Blackrock Tower, but there are a few problems!"
"First of all, even if all the mages are dispatched together, the teleportation array built can only send a few thousand soldiers into the enemy's interior at most. Facing the vicious orcs, thousands of soldiers can't support the construction of a complete two-way teleportation gate. Finish."
"Secondly, Your Excellency the Marshal, don't forget that there are not only orcs in the Blackrock Tower. The Dark Iron Dwarves have lived here for more than 200 years. The Dark Iron Dwarf army in the Darkforge City will not be less than the Ironforge Dwarf Legion. Now The Black Iron Dwarves have an ambiguous attitude, their emperor Thaurissan accepted our gift, but did not promise to join our war, using the teleportation array to directly break through the defense of Black Rock Mountain will probably attract the Black Iron Dwarf's backlash."
There was a worried expression on the mage's slightly old face:
"If the Dark Iron dwarves join the orcs, then..."
"No need to say more!"
Lothar's fingers clenched the hilt around his waist, and he said in a deep voice:
"Master Khadgar, I ask you to prepare to enter the portal inside Blackrock Spire now. SI:7 and Ravenholdt's assassins are ready. I need them to enter Blackrock Spire to burn the orc's munitions. As for Dark Iron Dwarves..."
"I don't need to say more about the hatred between them and the copperbeard dwarves in Khaz Modan. Now that the copperbeard has joined the alliance, it is impossible for the black iron to become our ally. There is no need to spend any more effort to win them over."
The marshal looked at the majestic Blackstone Tower in front of him, the river of blood flowing from the fall of Stormwind, the assassination of King Ryan on the throne, the crazy battle on the hills, everything in the past appeared in front of him like an illusion, and finally, the white-haired The old marshal almost gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice:
"I have made up my mind! No matter how many casualties I pay! Must! The orcs must be completely defeated here! In our world... there is no place for these barbarians!"
The marshal had already issued a combat order, and soon, a group of special soldiers wearing leather armor and daggers and daggers gathered around their waists. Under the leadership of the officers, these assassins formed an action team in twos and threes, and soon someone would notify They went to get the special equipment for this sabotage operation.
It was a huge tent with a pungent smell of gunpowder. More than a dozen specially-made wooden boxes were piled up in the half-open tent, and a third of them had been opened. A female dwarf who was only about 1.5 meters tall used The characteristic children's voice yelled to maintain order.
She has pink hair, complicated and cumbersome engineering goggles on her forehead, her big eyes are full of strange light, her small nose and mouth are very delicately matched, the assassins whispered that this little dwarf laughed Must be cute.
But the engineer Ella is now a bit vicious, waving the large wrench in her hand, and yelling at the assassins with dirty hands and feet with a sharp voice that doesn't match her well-behaved appearance.
"This is a special incendiary bomb. If you don't pay attention, it will burn your clothes and your hands together. It is enough for one person to take two! This thing has a shelf life, and it is useless if you take so many! Hey! What about you! Idiot, don't touch those green high explosives with your dirty hands!"
Molested by the assassins' naughty jokes one after another, the doll-like engineer Ella withstood the pressure and finally finished distributing the bombs. She wiped the sweat from her face and was about to drink, but her eyes rolled back. His face immediately became ugly.
She placed it on the test bench in the tent, and at least one-third of the trial bombs were taken away by those scumbags. The little dwarf was so angry that he was so angry that Ella grabbed the wrench and wanted to settle accounts with the assassins. But when I walked to the door, I was a little scared.
The cowardly character of the dwarves, like their superb wisdom, is already well-known. Ella repeatedly cheered herself up, but finally left dejectedly. She was a little afraid of those human assassins, although the dwarves also have many famous Assassins, she is also very good friends with one or two of them, but Ella is just afraid, for no reason.
But soon, the little dwarf's mood improved inexplicably. She raised her head and looked at the Heishi Mountain in the distance, with longing flashing in her blue eyes.
"Oh, old Mr. Lothar will defeat those rude orcs soon, and I will be back in Gnomeregan soon! There are still four papers to write, alas, to stay in the army of these big men It's really uncomfortable!"
Just when the little dwarf Ayla left, in the assassin's tent, a conversation was taking place between MI7 and Ravenholdt, the two intelligence agencies and the Assassin organization.
"Mr. Shaw, this is the third time the Duke has recruited you. As far as I know, you are the first person who can be treated differently by him."
Thales, the chatter assassin who had a relationship with Tyrion, played with the dagger in his hand, sat on a chair in a very relaxed posture, and said to the young man in front of him:
"SI7 has been destroyed by the orcs, now you only have two or three kittens left, why bother?"
"If I remember correctly, I have turned him down twice!"
Mathias Shaw raised his head, he looked at the chatty assassin, and after a while, he said softly:
"The reconstruction of MI7 has been completed. On the day of Stormwind City's reconstruction, I will also return to my homeland. Please thank the Duke for his kindness on my behalf. If there is nothing else, I will be busy."
This is the order to evict the guest, but the chatty assassin was not angry at all, he stood up with a smile, and when he walked out of the tent, he suddenly turned around and asked:
"Ravenholdt's assassins came to this muddy water because the pay is high enough. As long as they don't die, they can become rich if they survive. But what about you? Shaw, SI:7 is a group of inexperienced novices. Once you will definitely go to battle in person, I am curious, what are you doing to die for that little king far away in Kul Tiras?"
Talkative Assassin Thales bared his teeth:
"If it's for the future, the strength of the Assassin Alliance is definitely more than ten times stronger than your new Stormwind Kingdom. If it's for honor, the Assassin Alliance can also provide you with better conditions to become a master assassin..."
He glanced at Xiao Er and lowered his voice:
"Of course, if it is Ms. Passonia's request, then there is nothing wrong with it. After all, it is a legendary assassin who was active in the same era as the Duke. It is said that when Ms. Passonia evacuated Stormwind City, it was revenge for the assassination of King Lane by the orcs. , with what was left of SI:7, carried out a vicious assassination of Orgrim and his chieftains, her dagger narrowly missing..."
"Do you really want to know?"
Xiao Er interrupted the chattering assassin Thales. He looked at the young assassin in front of him. A gentle smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the 30-year-old assassin leader, like a cat with eyes narrowed. whispered:
"Those stories about SI7, about our unique 'beliefs', about our inner secrets, you want to know, don't you?"
This rhetorical question made the Chattering Assassin hesitate for a while, and finally he nodded, but soon he explained:
"Whether it's Ravenholdt or SI7, since we're walking in the same darkness, I'm no different from you. I don't believe that there will be fearless devotees in this line of work. We all work for money. A group of people!"
This answer made Xiao frowned, he stretched out his hand to prop up his chin, and said in a deep voice:
"Your understanding of the world and your profession is too extreme and one-sided, Thales, Mr. Duke doesn't seem to care about your thoughts at all, this is not good... Well, if this time We can all survive, and you will be able to participate in the next series of MI7 activities."
Xiao Er stretched out a finger and shook Thales:
"I believe you have heard enough of those high-sounding words, so this time I won't answer your question personally, but I welcome you to look at it with your eyes. As you said, Thales, MI7 has just been rebuilt. The Stormwind Kingdom, which is waiting to be rebuilt, needs talents like you!"
"The premise is that you learn to control your mouth and let yourself stay in the shadows more often. Now you are a bit too eye-catching. Most importantly, you seem to enjoy this attention."
"The door to the seven places is always open for you!"
After saying these polite words, Xiaoer smiled at Thales, the smile was gentle but not friendly, he continued to work on the information piled up on the table, Thales did not disturb him, he quietly The sound disappeared in Xiao Er's tent.
Mathias Shaw, who has taken over SI7 for almost 3 years, didn't expect to be able to impress Thales with this remark. Although he is only a rookie in this industry, he has been in the industry for 3 years and has done a lot. It is said that the Duke of Ravenholdt Manor values things that no veteran can do.
But Xiao Er felt that Thales was actually very confused. This genius assassin was like a baby bird that had fallen into the darkness. He didn't know where to fly in the future. Xiao Er left Thales with a choice.
For a really good assassin, there is never too much to choose from.
An hour later, Xiao Er took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. He stood up, touched his waist, and two dim lights flashed in the palm of his hand. The cat that always squinted took off its disguise. , the leader of the assassins left his favorite shadow, standing in the sun like a sharp knife drawn out of its sheath.
Facing the orc siege, the helplessness when the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, the pain when fleeing north in a hurry, the loneliness of accumulating strength in the midst of disdain, and the heartbeat and rejection when facing Ravenholdt's solicitation, until today...Blade, unsheathed!
"Orcs...you've lived long enough!"
Pasonia, Shaw's grandmother, the real founder of MI7, is said to be a thief active in Stormwind City.