Chapter 478 11. FireWire Rescue --- Add More Updates for the Crazy Brothers on the Street [8/20]

Chapter 478 11. FireWire Rescue --- Add more for the crazy brothers on the street [820]

"I'm really crazy. I just returned to the Eastern Continent, and I'm about to go out and fight with a group of dead people."

Garrosh, who was fully armed, carried a heavy battle ax and rode on his black war wolf, running wildly on the road from Lordaeron to Silverpine Forest. Beside him was Snowsong riding the Frostwolf. Thrall, Dranosh riding the gray war wolf, and Jorin sitting on the magic carpet, Vol'jin riding on the back of the raptor, and finally... Prince Arthas riding the silver hand horse.

Behind these young people is a strange team.

On one side is the orc guard sent by the tribe in the human empire to protect the four young chiefs, 200 people, and on the other side is the guard of Prince Alsace and some paladins of the Silver Hand, about 250 people.

Unlike the young people, these veterans who had experienced the orc war had a clear distinction between each other. During the march, they glared at each other from time to time, as if they were competing with each other.

But it is such a team full of contradictions, but they walk together for a common purpose.

"Subchel was originally a town in Gilneas. Later, after they built the Greymane Wall, the town was divided into the Kingdom of Lordaeron, where 2,000 civilians and some dwarven miners lived, although there are also The army defending against werewolves is stationed, but that army has been transferred to the Oman Sagard Mill, where it is being besieged by the undead, and the battle is very anxious."

Alsace rode on the horse and introduced the situation to the orcs around him:

"It is already very difficult for the remaining legions to maintain the front line of Silverpine Forest. Father can no longer ask them to escort the civilians of Subacher back to safety, but I just got news that a group of undead appeared in Subacher Nearby, if those civilians don't get support, they can only..."

"What about Dalaran?"

Thrall asked: "That place should be closer to Dalaran, right? Doesn't the city of mages send people to save our compatriots?"

"You don't understand the recent situation, Thrall."

Arthas didn't speak, but Jolin Bloodeye, who has been studying in Dalaran for the past few years, said to Thrall:

"When you went to Kalimdor, Quel'Thalas was breached. The mages of Dalaran have been busy recently to resettle the high elves in the city. It is said that there is also a position on the Hinterlands side. Many mages have been sent, and the city of mages is now the emptiest, let alone go out to rescue, surrounded by the undead, it is already very difficult to ensure that it does not fall."

"What about the undead? I'm a little confused!"

Garrosh yelled:

"Did the dark blade undead in southern border break through Arathi? Where did these undead come from? Why are they everywhere?"

"This is not the undead from Southern Border!"

Alsace accentuated his voice:

"It should be from the north, Northrend. The special envoy of the Draenei shared information with us. It is said that in the hinterland of Northrend, a mysterious force has risen. They also use undead as soldiers, but their fighting methods are similar to those of the South. The dark blade undead in Xinjiang are almost two extremes, and they also have abilities that the dark blade undead does not have."

"The dead, the dead in the tomb, were inexplicably awakened, and then combined under the manipulation of a mysterious force. In just two days, the entire northern border was full of wandering mindless corpses. Tirisfal The area is pretty quiet, and in Stratholme, the entire Knights of the Silver Hand are almost exhausted, just like you said...they are everywhere!"

"It's not inexplicable!"

Vol'jin, who had been silently listening to the conversation, suddenly spoke, saying in a very obscure human language:

"The loa sees...the sky has eyes! It's manipulating the undead!"

Vol'jin pointed to the dark forest ahead:

"Its power is everywhere..."

"Hey, don't scare me, man!"

Garrosh heard Vol'jin's strange tone, he subconsciously looked at the extremely quiet forest on both sides, then shivered, he pushed Vol'jin, the latter shrugged, showing a helpless expression :

"Loa told me, I paraphrased...not to scare you."

"Indeed, the power of the elements here is very suppressed, and it is indeed weird, be careful!"

Thrall's fingertips danced with a white light, he aroused the wind element, and the surrounding trees were blown, and the reverberating wind told Thrall's surrounding environment. The orc pointed to the hills to the south, and said to Alsace :

"There is the sound of human activity over there. I hear it. It seems that your people are trying to save themselves. They are trying to cross this forest."

"Then go!"

When Alsace heard this, he stretched out his arm and swung it forward fiercely:

"Come with me, knights, the people await us."

"Orc warriors, let's keep up...don't let the humans steal the fun."

Dranosh also yelled, and he pulled out his battle axe. Amid the long roar of the war wolf, the wild orcs also rushed up the hill with the human knights. After they crossed the hill, they could clearly see that in the dark In the forest, the flames flickered, and a large group of human beings were surrounded by skeletons and undead rushing from all directions. Screams, cries for help, soldiers' cries and children's cries completely broke the tranquility of this forest.

"The Holy Light is above!"

Prince Alsace was already very tired. He led his guards and rescued at least 3 villages around the city of Lordaeron this day. He led the horse and rushed out first, the golden holy light was burning on his warhammer, like a lamp lit up in the dark forest.

Behind him, the knights roared, driving their horses, and followed behind the prince, like cutting bread, driving away the bustling crowd of undead, while the more flexible orc wolf knights separated in two directions, Commanded by Garrosh and Dranosh respectively, they cut into the battlefield from behind the undead. For a moment, the men and horses neighed, and the shouts of soldiers gave hope to the helpless people. The road they opened quickly rushed out of the encirclement of the undead.

"Mom! Big green orc!"

A child saw the orc Thrall who was calling for the strong wind to protect the human wings. She hurriedly buried her head in her mother's arms, like a frightened little rabbit, and the panicked mother also looked at it with a little fear. She glanced at Thrall, but in the end, she nodded slightly to Thrall, and when she walked past the orc, she said softly:

"Thank you."

"Go to the back, after the hills, there are knights there to meet you!"

Thrall ignored the child's fear, and a wise orc like him would not care about it, but Vol'jin, who was standing beside him, looked at Thrall in front of him with deep meaning. I saw something different.

"careful!"

In the midst of the battle, Garrosh called out in Thrall's direction:

"There's something flying in the sky! Watch out!"

As soon as the words fell, a black, bat-winged, bird-like monster roared and crashed into the branches, and rushed to the ground. Amidst the horrified screams of the civilians, the dark-bodied monster grabbed the ground with its sharp claws. Picked up a boy, flapped his wings and rushed to the sky.

"Elements! Listen to my call!"

At this moment, Thrall, who seemed to be enraged, burst out dazzling thunder from his fingertips. In the dark jungle, the lightning flashed, and shot into the sky like a sharp arrow, blasting the flying monster's head.

While the rubble was flying, the monster carried it to the ground without making a sound. Amid the boy's terrified screams, Thrall jumped up, hugged the child in his arms in mid-air, and then fell to the ground , he turned to look at Vol'jin, and shouted:

"Wojin, ban air!"

"receive!"

The young troll immediately opened his arms to the humans behind him:

"Come here! Humans, come here, come to Vol'jin!"

While speaking, the young troll opened his hands with only three fingers, and six simple totems were stuck on the fallen leaf land behind him. Under the control of mysterious power, the moment the totems hit the ground, they stretched. A halo of energy like an orange flame emerged, and finally turned into a strange snake hovering on the totem, just like a real cobra. When those black gargoyles rushed to the ground, the strange snake would spew out scorching heat. the flames, driving those monsters back.

Although the fleeing humans were also afraid of trolls, the current situation was clear. These trolls and orcs came to rescue them just like Prince Arthas, so after a while, most of them fled into Woking In the totem barrier that was arranged, the young troll ran a few steps forward and pulled out a wooden spear from behind. After a roar, the spear roared into the sky, piercing the body of a gargoyle precisely. .

"It's a pity that I didn't bring back the whirling blade..."

Vol'jin shrugged at Thrall, and the young troll gave an embarrassed smile:

"With the whirling blade, I can kill these gargoyles all by myself...they're so stupid."

"You have done well enough, Vol'jin, my friend."

Thrall patted the dust off his body, wanting to put down the human boy in his arms, but maybe he was too scared. Anyway, the boy was holding on to Thrall's arm, unwilling to leave. The corner of the young orc's mouth showed With a slight smile, he looked back at Yolin who was chanting magic, and whispered:

"Elder Drek'Thar told me that humans and orcs could finally live together in peace, and now... I believe it."

"swish"

A black halo of magic entwined in the hand of the orc Jolin. With the waving of his fingers, three black seeds of destruction hit the ghoul above his head. The shadow magic of the warlock was under Jolin's control. , divided into two, divided into four, and soon spread to more than a dozen ghouls above the head. Seeing that the black halo had wrapped all the gargoyles, the bone staff in Jolin's hand was at this moment. Hit the ground hard.

"Bang, bang, bang"

The dark, strongly corrosive magic power exploded on the gargoyle's body at this moment. Although the individual powers were not strong, but together, they still killed 7 gargoyles at once. The orc warlock gasped. , turned around and made an OK gesture to Salby, Sal held the human boy, looked back, under the hills behind him, in the joint strangling of orcs and humans, these resurrected corpses were quickly dispersed formation.

"Individual undead are easy to deal with, but once they combine together and become a giant, it will be very troublesome."

Thrall looked anxiously at the strangled undead in front of him, recalling what Alsace said just now, he seemed to have seen a bad future.

"I can't even imagine how many corpses are buried under this land? And those resurrected dead, when they are completely united, who else can deal with them?"

"Some troll clans also have a tradition of making mindless zombies. Fire and holy spells can cause terrible damage to them, and although their shapes are different, the basis of spells must be the same. As long as the manipulator is killed, these undead will become A mass of loose sand."

Vol'jin stepped up to Thrall, and the mysterious young troll whispered:

"But what I'm more curious about is what are they gathering here for? Are they going to capture that human city called Lordaeron? I'm afraid they can't do it with just these low-level undead?"

Thrall shook his head and didn't answer the question, because he didn't know the answer himself. After the battle, when the knights were escorting the civilians to the storage points around Lake Lordamere, Thrall found an opportunity, Coming to the tired Alsace, the young orc rubbed his fingers and whispered:

"Whether it is the human empire as a whole or the Kingdom of Lordaeron, what we are facing now is a situation where wars are raging everywhere. Arthas, I admire your will and actions to protect civilians, but the problem is, even if you do your best, you can How many people are saved? Listen to me, you have to do it differently."

"Um?"

Arthas raised his head, his blue eyes did not hide his extreme exhaustion, the prince looked at Thrall and asked:

"What's the meaning?"

Thrall carefully looked around, and after making sure no one would hear him, the young orc said:

"My emperor, my mentor, and Prophet Velen visited the night elves in Kalimdor. Your emperor and the elves have reached a consensus."

"You can't save your people while destroying the enemy. You can only choose one at a time, Arthas. You have to find a safe haven for the most brutal war before it affects the civilians."