Chapter 689 9. The Battle of High Mountain (Part 1)
The nearest eastern kingdom is very peaceful, no wars, no conflicts, not even small-scale village fights.
After the federal government recruited the sheriffs of various towns and incorporated them into the administrative system, many mercenaries who had force and courage before but wandered outside the federation for various reasons saw the idea of "being a The hope of good people, these guys who work hard to make money and lick blood all dressed up like dogs, and came to the government affairs halls in various regions of the Federation in groups, intending to transform themselves into real "public meals" people.
Of course, the recruitment of sheriffs in various cities and towns is a complicated job. With the current administrative efficiency of the Federation, it cannot be completed within 3 to 4 months. However, the training of the first batch of sheriffs has already begun at the training ground in Kaz Modan District. Well, before long, these former mercenaries will truly integrate into the federal system and become an important force for maintaining local law and order.
And the security officer system, which will inevitably become larger and larger, will also be completely separated from the military system. From then on, the Federation will have a full-time army available for use. In the end, it can make the citizens of every town feel that the taxes they pay are being used in good places.
This is a multi-purpose thing, which fully embodies the ruling idea of the Federal Supreme Council: "Division + Assimilation + Grassroots Control". As for how much they can learn, it's hard to say.
And just as the newlyweds Arthas and Jaina were eating, drinking and having fun together, and they were about to approach North County, Tyrion, the great lord who built a front-line base in the Realm of the Dead, also received a very "special" message. To be precise, It is the information attached to an enemy report sent by the Dark Blade Intelligence Bureau.
The situation collected by the Dark Blade Intelligence Bureau from all over the world will be gathered into an enemy report every half a month and sent to Tyrion. Most of these are analysis of the trend of hostile forces. It is all data, this is a routine system, and the real big news is usually reported by the shadow himself, or directly observed by Tyrion.
So generally speaking, this thing is not luscious, but in this enemy report, the great lord saw something interesting.
"The Broken Isles war escalated?"
Seeing this title, Tyrion couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He knew that in the past two years, there were a lot of demons who "smuggled" to Azeroth through the barriers of the world, but most of them were divided into two places. It is the Shadowhold in Felwood Forest, and the other is the Broken Isles. The Dreadlords are planning something on the island near the maelstrom. It is said that they have incited the Vrykul tribe in the Storm Bay, stirring up the entire Broken Isles. .
But so far, the demons seem to have no sign of a large-scale war, and they seem to be looking for something.
The high lord flipped through the report from the scouts. Of course he knew what the demons were looking for. In fact, he was also waiting for one of these opportunities to come. This report was very short and full of the style of a war reporter. The scout said Several large Vrykul tribes, bewitched by the demons, started marching to the north of Stormheim a few days ago, seeming to plan to cross the snow-capped mountains and fight the tauren in the mountains from the northwest of the bay to the high mountains.
This news made Tyrion narrow his eyes. He put down the notice in his hand and rubbed his forehead. After thinking for a while, Tyrion's figure disappeared into the Realm of the Dead, which was as busy as a construction site.
Later that day, the four battle groups serving as garrison missions in various parts of the eastern continent received orders to organize their armaments and prepare for departure. However, unlike the previous mobilizations on the eve of every large-scale war, this time the battle group mobilization seemed very The calmness did not even disturb the Federation.
But the Lords of Death and the Forgotten Kings, who were ordered to act, knew very well that there was going to be a war... and judging by the scale of mobilization, it must be a big battle!
Just... where is the battlefield? Who is the enemy?
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While the Dark Blade Legion was quietly dispatching troops, the native tauren of Highmountain, far away on the Broken Isles, had fallen into a sudden and desperate situation.
Highmountain, a towering mountain in the middle of the Broken Isles near the Great Maelstrom in the center of the Great Sea, has an average elevation higher than the entire Broken Isles, which were founded 10,000 years ago "Pushed" into the endless sea in the big bang, this place is almost an isolated island, and it deviates seriously from the normal route.
In the past few thousand years, apart from a few explorers, pirates and the fleet of Kul Tiras, very few people have visited this wild and primitive land. As for the legends of the Broken Isles, this place is almost like the Outer Lands.
But the Broken Isles is not simple. First of all, the druids of the Cenarion Council reshaped the embodiment of the Emerald Dream in the present world in the central area of the Broken Isles, on the plain close to Highmountain, which is called Val'sharah This land is the third holy land for druids besides Mount Hyjal and Moonglade. Even the most powerful druid, Malfurion Stormrage, was trained in Val'sharah .
Of course, 10,000 years ago, the land of Valshara was still part of the Elven Empire.
On the other hand, there is a tauren tribe called the Gaoling tribe living in the highest mountain. These strange tauren have the same ancestors as the tauren currently active in Kalimdor. As a family member, he participated in the War of the Ancients, and was once an ally of the night elves, just like the wild boar and bear people.
Back then, the legendary Tauren chief Hun Gaoling commanded the Highmountain Tauren warriors, night elves, and giant dragons to fight demons on the mainland, and was blessed by the spirit of nature, Ellot, who was known as the strongest demigod of the wilderness. , the guardian of the road, the descendant of Malorne, the white deer who purifies the holy spirit, Ellot is willing to travel around with Hun Gaoling, and also gave the highest mountain tauren the natural blessing...
Uh, this blessing is very powerful, but it manifests in a slightly weird form. Before that, the Highmountain Tauren was no different from the current Tauren, but after being blessed, the horns of the Highmountain Tauren became similar to They have huge antlers like herding deer, so they seem to be taller and stronger than the tauren currently living in Thunder Bluff.
Of course, of the five lands in the Broken Isles, except for Valsharah and Highmountain, the other three lands contain different secrets, but that will be a matter of the future. In short, today, the Gaoling clan of Highmountain Under the leadership of the great chieftain, the powerful Ulan Gaoling, the Tauren warriors assembled from their respective villages. More than 6,000 powerful Tauren warriors formed an army at the confluence of Highmountain and Stormheim. army array.
In the sky above their heads, 2,000 tauren air knights from the Tianjiao tribe ride on their domesticated giant eagles, carrying heavy crossbows, and occupying land for the army to scout. These eagle eagles are huge, with wings spread nearly 7 meters, enough Carrying a heavy tauren to fight at high altitude.
The tauren shamans of the Rivermane tribe took up ancient totems and placed them around the army, calling on the power of elements to bless the army with various buffs. In addition to the tauren, there was also a strange creature on the flank of the army. They looked like strange creatures with short heads and thighs and distorted faces. Their bodies were covered with rocks. Some of them held weapons and some held staffs. The power of the earth was on them. pervades the body.
The name of these creatures is drogbar, translated into common language, it probably means "rock troll", but the appearance of these creatures is far from that of trolls. In other words, even if they are hunchbacked, with fangs and Ferocious trolls are better looking than these abstract drogbars.
But the ugly is ugly, the drogbar is still a very powerful race in the high mountain, they signed an alliance contract with the tauren thousands of years ago, but because there are very few wars in this land, the contract between the two parties can be implemented to the end At any step, even the great chief Ulan Gaoling who led the army to the expedition had no idea.
Wearing armor, carrying a huge crossed totem, holding a steel war halberd, the tall, gray-haired tauren chief stood dignifiedly on the edge of the High Ridge. From this position, he could clearly see the mountain road below. The vrykul legions sprawled upward.
Those tall barbarians were a bit different from the vrykul in Ulan's memory. Their rough faces shone with a strange dark green light, and some berserkers had green halos in their eyes, and their armor also There are some problems. In Ulan's memory, it is difficult for the vrykul who are still in the tribal system to forge such armor with magic patterns.
What's more, there are some demon warriors in the Vrykul army, which already shows the depravity of these invaders! More than 30,000 capable vrykul barbarians formed a legion and marched towards Highmountain, and their intentions were no longer guesswork.
"These vrykul were seduced by demons, and they accepted their power."
Behind Chief Ulan, the leader of the Hemane Tribe, a female shaman with a staff, Jie'er. Hemane sniffled, smelling the sulfur smell in the air, and she whispered to the chief:
"Give up the illusion of peace, Ulan, none of the three messengers we sent came back... The Vrykul people have made up their minds, and behind this, there must be the support of those demons. Don't forget that some time ago, every day The demons that will fall from the sky, we managed to drive them out, and now, they are back."
"Chief Jie'er is right, Great Chief!"
Another veteran tauren held a strange black lantern and said to the chief:
"Aside from driving them back to Stormheim, there is no second way to protect the people. It's time to fight, Ulan!"
The tauren chief nodded. He is the bravest warrior of the Gaoling tribe. He is not afraid of the challenge of the vrykul at all, but what really worries him is another thing. He looks back at the black army formation behind him, He snorted, and the golden ring on his nose rang. The tall tauren grabbed his halberd and said to the two companions behind him:
"The blood totem still hasn't come...Tuluk seems to have made up his mind. It's a pity that the four major clans, Gaoling, Hemane, Tianjiao and the blood totem, have been united for ten thousand years, but at this time Falling apart, I still don’t know why Turuk refused our invitation, is the Bloodtotem, who has always been warlike, afraid of the Vrykul and the demons behind them?”
"It's not fear! Ulan!"
The old tauren priest with the lantern lowered his voice:
"Chief Turuk has always been ambitious, he is just waiting for an opportunity, he knows he is not your opponent, so he is eager to see your failure, and then... replace it, or more dangerous, maybe Turuk and his blood The totems are already...our enemies, just like the fel vrykul in front of us, they may have received new powers."
"this..."
Chief Ulan didn't want to believe that Turuk, who traveled with him throughout the Broken Isles when he was a child, would betray the belief of Highmountain, but the current situation made him doubt the friendship between the two parties. However, this is not a top priority.
"Noire, now is not the time to talk about this! After this battle is over, I will personally question Turuk..."
Ulan Gaoling saw that the Vrykul who climbed up the mountain road had already formed an army formation. According to his knowledge of the Vrykul, maybe in a few minutes, these warlike barbarians and lunatics would start charging, so he rushed Raising the halberd and striding forward to the front of the army formation, Shaman Jieer cast a spell on Chief Ulan. The next moment, the voice of the tauren chief resounded like thunder through the snow-covered land.
"Creatures of Highmountain! You've seen it all! The fallen vrykul want to storm our lands and slaughter our people! Take the heads of our kin and children to claim credit for their new masters!"
"But they won't succeed! Because, here we are!"
Ulan Gaoling raised his halberd high, picked up the horn on his waist, and shouted loudly:
"Today! We will crush the delusions of the slaughterer! Today! We will fight here with blood! Today! We will fight to the death and never retreat!"
"The highest mountain, stand tall!"