Chapter 468

Doomhammer stared at Kilrogg, the old chief shook his head and slowly gave his answer.

"What? Why?" Doomhammer demanded.

"Dwarf." Kilrogg answered briefly.

"dwarf?"

At first, Orgrim thought Kilrogg was referring to the gryphon knights, but the army of these Wildhammer dwarves was a huge trouble for them, without the help of the Dragonmaw clan and dragons, The Horde was basically beaten passively when faced with these Griffon Knights.

However, the Wildhammer dwarves' lair is Eagle's Nest Mountain in the Hinterlands, and the Griffin Knights should be with the Alliance pursuers in the rear.

It is only possible that the dwarves mentioned by Kilrogg lived in this mountain.

That was the original owner of Khaz Modan, the Bronzebeard Dwarf.

"But we routed their armies and drove them out of the fort," Orgrim said.

"Except for one place," Kilrogg corrected, looking up, both of his eyes - one of which was blind with a scar on it - staring at Doomhammer.

"We couldn't destroy Ironforge, and every attempt cost me a lot of good warriors."

Orgrim immediately remembered the previous failed siege of Ironforge.

"Then give it up," Doomhammer insisted. "We don't need it anymore, now we have to assemble the tunnel on this side before they get through to catch us. When we're done with them, we can go back and get them again. Descend Khaz Modan, and even take Ironforge, and then place our warriors here to recuperate, and wait for the opportunity to march north again and end our plans to conquer this world."

But Kilrogg still shook his head.

"It's too dangerous to leave the dwarves behind us," he stressed. "I've been fighting them here for months, and I'm telling the truth, if we leave them alone, they'll come out of the fort like angry wasps and attack us. Whenever I take down a fort , those who survived fled into Ironforge - I can only guess how big it was, but the whole dwarven kingdom was in ambush, waiting for their chance of revenge. If we remove the warriors guarding there, we will Let them all rush out. At that time, we will not only face enemies in one direction, but two.”

Doomhammer walked around restlessly, thinking about the new information.

He trusted Kilrogg's judgment, but it also meant he wouldn't have enough fighters to take on the Alliance and win. He just continued to retreat.

He suddenly thought that maybe this is what the commanders of the Alliance rely on. Maybe they have long known the power of the Horde in Khaz Modan, but they know the Bronzebeard dwarves better, so they can let the Horde escape and not attack, It just consumes the strength of the enemy's physical strength.

Sure enough, he was still one step away.

"Stay here."

Finally, he said to Kilroger.

"Bring the people you need to block the dwarves and harass the humans. I'll take the rest to Blackrock Spire, where we can use its strong walls for defense." He looked up at the old chief. "If you can, come with your people later. Maybe you can have a chance to attack humans from behind."

He paused.

"But Blackrock Spire is our strategic point. If we can't defeat the humans there, we'll never be able to hold them back and the war will be lost."

Kilrogg nodded.

He stared at the tribal chieftain for a moment, then spoke.

Doomhammer had never heard the gray-haired old chief speak in such a gentle voice.

"You made the right choice," Kilrogg told him. "I know all too well the impact of Gul'dan's betrayal. He will take us back to the days before the door opened, during that time. Days we were almost mad with hatred, hunger and despair."

He nodded.

"No matter what happens, you have brought our people back to glory."

Doomhammer nodded, suddenly showing respect and even affection for the one-eyed chief he had always feared and hated.

He had always felt that Kilrogg was a brutal man, a savage warrior, who valued honor more than honor. Maybe he's been wrong all these years.

"Thank you," he said finally, and he couldn't say anything else.

He turned around and walked towards his clan.

He still has orders to issue, and another war to fight.

Perhaps, this will be the last war of his life.

Chapter 0606 Bronzebeard Dwarf

After Doomhammer left, the Alliance also came to Khaz Modan.

Ye Ting was not disappointed that the Great Chief did not stop here and join the Blood Ring Clan, although this meant that the Blood Ring Clan would temporarily hold them back, allowing the main force of the tribe to withdraw to a really strong stronghold. However, he also had coping plan.

That is to temporarily give up the main force of the chasing tribe, concentrate on defeating the Blood Ring clan in a short time, and rescue the Bronzebeard dwarves.

While this will give Orgrim a breather, it also means the Alliance can get help from the Bronzebeards.

It is believed that these dwarves must want their revenge on the Horde.

"attack!"

Lothar shouted and drew the great royal sword he was carrying, Quel'zaram

, the golden runes on the sword reflect the sunlight.

Ye Ting followed closely with the Infinity Sword, Garona, Vereesa, Onyxia and others were also beside him, and then the cavalry of humans and high elves.

They were charging up a road built in snow-capped mountains.

Near the top of the mountain, the stone was smoothed to form a huge wall, and the stone in some places high up the wall was cut through to form windows.

Above a short flight of stairs were a pair of huge doors, hundreds of meters high, and a strong dwarf sculpture came into view.

There is also a magnificent arch above the city gate, and a huge anvil pattern is carved on it. It's an awe-inspiring sight, and here is the gate to Ironforge.

The heavy gate was now closed, and no other exit was seen, but this did not stop the Horde, who rushed up and leaned against the gate and surrounding stones, trying in vain to break through the ancient defenses of the dwarves.

These orcs are the current targets of Ye Ting and the cavalry. They rushed to the end of the road, and a broad platform covered by heavy snow appeared in front of the gate.

The orcs turned, startled—they were busy attacking their targets, and the gusts of wind roaring through the mountains kept them from hearing the Alliance approaching.

Now, they took up arms and prepared to fight the new enemy, but the orcs in the last row were knocked down before they could even face the attackers.

"Don't slack off!" cried Lothar, his sword slashing one orc's arm, then splitting another in the middle. "Drive them to the stone wall!"

The cavalry obeyed the order and kept pushing the orcs back with their lances. Behind them, the cavalry archers threw a rain of arrows like locusts.

The orcs had to step back as the arrows continued to push forward - anyone who didn't was now a hedgehog.

Just as Lothar and Ye Ting hoped, at this time, the Bronzebeard dwarves in Ironforge were also fully prepared.

With a short sound, the huge black city gate opened, and dwarf warriors in heavy mail swarmed out from the exit, armed with warhammers, tomahawks and muskets, and attacked the orcs from behind.

Under the attack of both sides, the orcs were quickly defeated.

"On behalf of the Bronzebeards, I express my deep gratitude for your presence."

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