"I'm so crazy. As soon as I returned to the Eastern Continent, I'm going to go out and fight with a group of dead people again."

The fully armed Garrosh rode on his black warrior with a heavy battle axe on his back, running wildly on the road from Lordaeron to the Silver Pine Forest. Beside him were Thal riding the Frost Wolf Snow Song, Delanosh riding the Gray Warrior, Yolin, and Wojin, who rode behind the velociraptors, and finally... Prince Alsace riding the Silver Hands War Horse.

Behind these young people is a strange team.

On one side is the orc guards stationed in the Human Empire to protect the four young chiefs, 200 people, and on the other side is the guards of Prince Arthas and some of the Silver Hand Paladins, about 250 people.

Unlike young people, these veterans who have experienced orc wars are clearly distinguished from 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 contradictory team that walks together for a common purpose.

"Sabchel was originally a town in Gilness. Later, after they established the Wall of Greymann, the town was divided into the Kingdom of Lordaeron, where 2,000 civilians and some dwarf miners lived. Although there were troops stationed nearby to defend werewolf, the army had been transferred to the Aman Sagard Mill, where it was besieged by the undead, and the war was very anxious."

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

"It's already difficult for the remaining legions to maintain the front of the Silver Pine Forest. The father can no longer ask them to escort Sabacher's civilians back to safety, but I just got the news that a dead soul appeared near Sabacher. If those civilians do not receive support, they can only..."

"Where is Dalaran?"

Thrall asked: "That place should be closer to Dalaran? Isn't it possible for the Mage City to send people to save their compatriots?"

"You don't know what's going on in the near future, Thal."

Alsace did not speak, but instead, Yolin, who had been studying in Dalaran in recent years, said to Thrall:

"When you went to Kalimdor, Quelthalas was captured. The mages of Dalaran have been busy relocating high elves in the city recently. It is said that there are also positions in the Hinterland, and many mages have also been sent. The City of Mages is now the most empty time. Not to mention going out for rescue, it is already very difficult to ensure that it will not fall under the siege of the undead."

"What's going on with the undead? I'm a little confused!"

Garrosh shouted:

"Have the dark blade undead in southern Xinjiang broken through Alahi? Where did these undead come from? Why are they everywhere?"

"This is not the undead in southern Xinjiang!"

Alsace's voice was aggravated:

"It should be from the north. The envoys of Northrend and the Delaney people shared information with us. It is said that in the heart of Northrend, a mysterious force has emerged, and they also use the undead as soldiers. However, their fighting style is almost two extremes with the Undead in the southern border, and they also have the abilities that the Undead does not have."

"Those dead, those dead in the tomb, were inexplicably awakened, and then combined together under the control of a mysterious force. In just two days, the entire northern border was filled with wandering brainless zombies. The Tirisfa area was quiet. In Stantam, the entire Silver Hand Knights were almost exhausted, just like you said...they were everywhere!"

"It's not inexplicable!"

Wojin, who had been listening to the conversation silently, suddenly spoke in obscure human language:

"Loa saw...the sky has eyes! It is it manipulating the undead!"

Woking pointed his finger at the dark jungle ahead:

“Its power is everywhere…”

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

Garrosh heard Woking's weird tone, and subconsciously looked at the extremely quiet forest on both sides, and then shivered. He pushed Woking, who shrugged and showed a helpless expression:

"Loua told me, I retelled...I didn't scare you."

"Indeed, the elemental power here is very depressing, it is indeed weird, be careful!"

A white light roared in the tip of Thrall's fingertips. He evoked the wind element and blew the surrounding trees. The echoing wind told Thrall's surrounding environment. The orc pointed to the hills to the south and said to Alsace:

"There are sounds of human activities over there, and I heard it. It seems that your people are saving themselves, and they are trying to travel through this forest."

"Then go!"

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

"Charaoh, come with me, the people are waiting for us."

"Orc warriors, let's keep up too...Don't let humans snatch all the fun."

Dranosh also shouted, and he pulled out his battle axe. With the long roar of the warriors, the wild orcs rushed up the hills with the human knights. After they climbed over the hills, they clearly saw that in the dark forest, the fire was swaying, and a large group of humans were surrounded by the undead rushing from all directions. The screams, the sounds of help, the shouts of warriors and the cry of children completely broke the silence of the forest.

"The Holy Light is above!"

Prince Alsace was already very tired. On this day, he led his guards to save at least three villages around Lordaeron. But at this time, when he saw the people being threatened by the undead, he didn't care about the soreness of his body and rushed out with his horse in the first place. The golden holy light burned on his war hammer, like a lamp lit up in the dark forest.

Behind him, the knights roared, drove the war horses, followed the prince, like cutting bread to disperse the bustling group of undeads, while the more flexible orc wolf knights separated in two directions, commanded by Garrosh and Dranosh, and cut into the battlefield from behind the undead. For a moment, the neighing of the people and the shouts of the warriors also gave the helpless people hope. They quickly rushed out of the encirclement of the undead along the path opened by the knights in the wind.

"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 scared little rabbit. The panicked mother also looked at Thrall with a little fear, but in the end, she nodded slightly to Thrall. When she walked past the orc, she whispered:

"Thank you."

"Go to the back, after the hills, there will be knights to pick you up!"

Thrall ignored the fear of the child. He was a wise orc who was like him, but Wojin, who was standing beside him, looked at Thrall in front of him with deep meaning. This strange young troll seemed to have seen something different from Thrall.

"careful!"

In the fierce battle, Garrosh shouted in the direction of Saar:

"There is something flying in the sky! Be careful!"

As soon as the words were finished, a black monster with bat wings, similar to birds, roared open branches and swept to the earth. Amid the screams of horror of the civilians, the dark-skinned monster grabbed a boy with its sharp claws, flapped its wings and rushed into the sky.

"Element! Listen to my summons!"

At this moment, the seemingly angered Thunder burst out from the fingertips of Thrall's fingers. In the dark forest, the lightning shone, leaping into the sky like a sharp arrow, blowing the flying monster's head open.

As the gravel flew across the ground, the monster was silently carried to the ground. Amid the boy's terrified screams, Sar jumped up, held the child in his arms in mid-air, and then fell on the ground. He turned his head and looked at Wokin and shouted:

"Woking, no air!"

"receive!"

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

"Come here! Humans, come here, come to Woking!"

While speaking, the young troll had only three fingers of hands spread out, and six ancient totems were pierced on the fallen leafy land behind him. Under the control of mysterious power, the moment the totem pierced to the ground, it extended an energy halo like orange flames, and eventually 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 flames and force the monsters to retreat.

Although the fleeing humans were also afraid of trolls, the current situation was already very clear. These trolls and orcs came to save them like Prince Alsace. So after a moment, most of them escaped into the totem barrier arranged by Woking, while the young troll ran a few steps and pulled out a wooden spear from behind. After a roar, the spear roared into the sky and accurately pierced the body of a gargoyle.

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

Woking shrugged at Sal, and the young troll showed an embarrassing smile:

"With the spiral blade, I can kill these gargoyles alone...they are so stupid."

"You've done well enough, Woking, my friend."

Thrall patted the dust on her body and wanted to put the human boy in her arms down, but maybe she was too scared. In short, the boy grabbed Thrall's arm tightly and was unwilling to leave. A smile appeared on the corner of the young orc's mouth. He looked back at Yolin who was reciting magic, and he whispered:

"Elder Drektal told me that humans and orcs can eventually live in peace, and now... I believe it."

"Swish"

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

"Bang, bang, bang"

The dark, with strongly corrosive magic power exploded on the body of the gargoyle at this moment. Although the power of the individual was not strong, they fucked 7 gargoyles at one time together. The orc warlock breathed and turned around and gestured a ok sign to Sar. Sar held the human boy and looked back. Under the hill behind him, under the joint strangulation of orcs and humans, the resurrected corpses were quickly dispersed.

"Single undead are easy to deal with, but once they unite and become a behemoth, it will be very troublesome."

Thrall looked at the strangled undead in front of him with concern. He recalled the situation Alsace just said, and he seemed to have seen a bad future.

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

"Some troll clans also have a tradition of making heartless zombies. Flames and sacred spells can cause terrifying damage to them. Although they have different appearances, their spell basis must be the same. As long as the manipulator is killed, these undead will turn into a ball of loose sand."

Woking walked to Thrall, and the young and mysterious troll whispered:

"But what I'm even more curious about is what they are going to do when they are gathered here? Should they conquer that human city called Lordaeron? I'm afraid it's impossible to rely on these low-level undead alone?"

Thrall shook her head and did not answer the question, because he himself did not know the answer. After the battle, when the knights escorted the civilians to the shelter around Lake Lordamir, Thrall found an opportunity to come 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 of war. Arthas, I admire your will and actions to protect civilians, but the question is, even if you try your best, how many people can you help? Listen to me, you have to change your way."

"Um?"

Arthas looked up, his blue eyes uncovering his extreme fatigue. The prince looked at Thrall and asked:

"What's the meaning?"

Thrall looked around carefully. After confirming that no one would hear it, the young orc said:

"I, your emperor, my mentor, and the prophet Viren, visited the night elves of Kalimdor, and your emperor and the elves reached a consensus."

"You cannot save your people while destroying your enemies. You can only choose the same one at a time. Arthas, and you have to find a safe haven for the most cruel wars to the civilians before they can affect them."
Chapter completed!