Arthas saw Onyxia's embarrassed look, but he couldn't let her turn into a dragon form and leave, otherwise Keldaron would be in panic tomorrow.
He casually took off his cloak and threw it towards Onyxia. The wide blue-gold cloak wrapped the countess.
Onyxia held the corners of her cloak and stood there at a loss.
"You are still so kind as always." Lothar shrugged and moved his previously injured arm.
Although it has been treated, the burns caused by the high-temperature dragon's breath are not only physical, but even the dead Lothar can feel the burning pain in his soul.
However, for Lothar and Orgrim, who have been fighting for many years and have regarded various injuries as commonplace, such pain is not enough to make them lose their ability to fight.
"Listen, Onyxia, I need you to return to Stormwind City and continue to control those nobles."
Arthas has no need to use Onyxia yet, but the nobles in Stormwind City still need someone to control them, and Countess Katrana, played by Onyxia, is the most suitable candidate.
Before Varian ends his adventure in Kalimdor, Bolvar alone cannot integrate the fighting nobles in Stormwind City. There must be one person who can solve this problem.
Onyxia said somewhat submissively, "But... Master, those nobles will definitely be dissatisfied if they know that I have turned to the king's side."
"Do you still need me to teach you how to do it?" Arthas almost thought that Onyxia had been made stupid under the soul-dividing contract, so he could ask such a stupid question.
The Black Dragon Princess paused for a moment and continued weakly, "By the way...Master, there is one more thing. Before I came to Lordaeron, I sent a message to Nefarian."
"what news?"
Arthas raised his eyebrows. He originally thought it would be some of Onyxia's back-up, but he didn't expect the answer from the Black Dragon Princess.
"I asked him to help me cause some chaos in Stormwind City and weaken the army at the same time... I think he will send his Blackrock Orcs to attack the Stormwind City defenders in Redridge Mountain."
Before Alsace and Lothar spoke, Orgrim's expression condensed and he asked in a low voice, "What did you say?"
Unfortunately, Onyxia just talked down to Arthas. She was still the arrogant black dragon princess who looked down on other mortal creatures.
She ignored Orgrim's question and looked at Arthas. Arthas probably guessed the reason for Orgrim's change of expression. He nodded and signaled Onyxia to continue.
"In order to ensure his dominance in the clan, Red Blackhand, the chief of the Blackrock Orcs, surrendered to my brother, Nefarian, and established himself as the new warchief; and Red will send his troops to attack the stone in Redridge Mountains. A raid on the fort.”
"Red?! How dare he--I should have broken his legs right then!"
After Orgrim heard the name, he immediately became furious. Even the coldness of death could not reduce his anger. "Although his father is a fool, he is an orthodox orc warrior after all, but this guy... You humbled yourself and became a traitor to the tribe!"
"It seems that you have enough motivation in this matter." Lothar spread his hands.
Orgrim turned to look at Arthas. This orc had already given up on the so-called glory in the previous incident. He knelt on one knee in front of the Lich King Arthas and asked for orders: "Please send me to the Red Army." Ridge Mountain, I will twist off Red’s head with my own hands.”
The Blackstone clan was once the elite of the tribe, and it was also the clan from which Orgrim was born. He could not tolerate his original compatriots being enslaved by the black dragon.
"If possible, I would also like to go there. After all, it is the territory of the Kingdom of Stormwind and cannot be tainted by the black dragon." Lothar had almost the same idea as Orgrim.
"If you want to deal with Red, there shouldn't be any need," Onyxia added on the side, "Judging from the time, Stone Castle has probably fallen - and Red is a coward, he is not Dare to appear on the front line.”
"Although I don't know what happened to the stone castle after it was rebuilt, it was a dangerous place that stood for a long time without being captured during the first Orc War." Lothar frowned, "Even if the Orcs raided it, it should not have fallen. So fast."
As the former Grand Marshal of Stormwind City, Lothar knew every deployment and fortification of the kingdom. The fortress located on the side of Redridge Mountain, guarding the passage between the Burning Plains and Redridge Mountain, should not fall so easily. That's right.
"Stormwind City's financial problems have not been completely solved. In recent years, the problem of the orcs has not been significant. Due to the efforts of my nobles, the originally heavily guarded fortress now only has less than a thousand defense forces left. Among them are A significant number are untrained militiamen."
"Tsk, you are really a dangerous scourge. Maybe I should suggest Arthas to kill you." Lothar glanced at Onyxia. If Onyxia is true, then even if he is stationed in the stone castle No matter how good the commander is, it is indeed difficult to complete the defense of the stone castle.
The Black Dragon Princess wanted to show her cold attitude again, but after Alsace looked at her, she retracted and did not dare to speak.
"Okay, there is no magic circle in Stormwind City that can summon you. By the time you arrive at Redridge Mountain, I'm afraid it will be too late." Arthas shook his head. The Blackstone Orcs who received Onyxia's instructions will definitely come from The Burning Plains are swarming with people, and the fall of Stone Castle is inevitable.
What needs to be done now is to inform Stormwind City of the news. It is already unrealistic to rely on Alsace to send people to assist in terms of time.
If Arthas remembered correctly, the commander in charge of this battle was Marshal Windsor of Stormwind City. He was loyal to his king. Of course, he faced a huge disparity in strength. Although Windsor Despite his best efforts against the Blackrock Orcs, he was defeated and captured.
While imprisoned in Blackrock Tower, this resourceful marshal also noticed that there seemed to be the shadow of the black dragon behind the sneaky actions of the Blackrock Orcs. He vaguely felt that this was related to the corruption within Stormwind City, so he began to secretly pay attention to the prison. everything outside.
After some searching, Windsor got a shocking answer - Countess Katrana of Stormwind City is a member of the Black Dragon Legion. In this way, everything can make sense.
Later, he went through many hardships and returned to Stormwind City, but at that time he was regarded as the main reason for the failure of the war with the Blackrock Orcs, and was considered a shameful loser and deserter under the calculations of the nobles of Stormwind City.
However, the noble Windsor won the trust of his colleagues, and he later confronted Onyxia at Stormwind Keep and used magic recorded on ancient tablets to break Onyxia's transformation spell.
Bolvar was furious when he learned the truth. He killed Onyxia's dragon bodyguards, but failed to spare the black dragon princess herself. After taking Windsor's life, she mocked everyone. The Duke walked away after a while.
Windsor's death in the arms of Grand Duke Bolvar confirmed the vision he saw in the high tower when he was an ordinary soldier when he raided Karazhan with Marshal Lothar - he died from an attack by a black dragon.
It now seems that the failure of the Battle of Stone Castle is an inevitable fact. Even if Stormwind City is notified now, when reinforcements from Stormwind City arrive, they will at most drive away the Blackstone Orcs stationed in the ruins of Stone Castle. There is no way to restore those who have passed away. heroes and warriors.
"Master is right, the fall of Stone Castle is inevitable." Onyxia echoed Arthas' statement.
Arthas looked at Thassarian aside, "Thassarian."
"I am here, Your Highness." Thassarian replied with a hoarse voice. After the initial confusion, he faced his identity. He was now also serving His Highness the Prince.
"Orgrim and Lothar have other things to do. I can only send you to Redridge Mountain first," Arthas ordered. "After you find out the situation of the orc army, report it to me. I will follow up." The situation provides you with some assistance.”
"As you command, Your Highness."
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"Finally..." Grommash Hellscream led the remnants of the Warsong clan to a completely unfamiliar continent. He walked on the red beach, enjoying the solid feeling of standing on land.
But his mood was still a little depressed - the orcs paid a heavy price in order to cross the endless sea. They had no navigation charts and could only rely on the simplest method to navigate the unfathomable ocean.
Coupled with the rudimentary nature of their ships, Grommash estimated that it would be a good thing if only 60% of the orcs could set foot on this land alive.
And now, what makes the orcs even more demoralized is that they are separated from their own large army. Because of a sudden storm, the Warsong clan led by Hellscream and the orcs led by Thrall were forced to separate.
Grommash found no other shipwrecks on this beach, which meant that at least Thrall and the others did not disembark from here.
But Grommash also believed in Thrall's ability. As a shaman, he would not die in a storm so easily.
"Chief, what are we doing now?"
An orc asked Grommash. They were still in a state of excitement and confusion because they came to a new land, and they needed a backbone to give them orders.
Grommash said without hesitation, "Follow me and explore the path for our tribe first."
While Hellscream is leading the Warsong clan to explore the unknown land, Thrall is leading a considerable number of orcs, lost on an island full of primitive jungle.
In order to escape the storm, they hurriedly chose this place that looked like a rainforest to land. However, when their ship ran aground, Sal discovered that they had not reached the real continent at all. Where they were now, It is an island covered with jungle.
According to the scout's intelligence and the information he communicated with the elemental spirits, there is not just one island here, but an archipelago composed of many large and small islands. The jungle is full of dangerous animals and plants.
Thrall rode his warg, carrying the Doomhammer, and carefully led the tribe to find a temporary habitat in the jungle and find a way to leave these islands.
Soon, they encountered a group of annoying but ubiquitous creatures on Azeroth-murlocs.
These swarms of amphibious creatures were surrounding their prey. Thrall used the far-range vision brought by the power of the elements to clearly see that what was surrounded by the murlocs was the orcs' former allies: the trolls.
Several trolls were trapped under the siege of the murlocs. Although there were countless murloc corpses lying under their feet, they themselves were also scarred and obviously had no strength to fight anymore.
Thrall did not hesitate for long before he immediately chose to aid these trapped trolls. After all, compared to fishmen, at least trolls can communicate, and these trolls who look like indigenous residents may be able to tell themselves how to leave these islands.
After the murlocs who had the upper hand were attacked by the orc troops from behind, their morale soon collapsed and they fled in all directions.
Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is a typical characteristic of the fish people. When they besiege prey that is weaker or smaller in number than themselves, they will be extremely bloodthirsty and crazy, but when they encounter a more powerful opponent, they will immediately flee for their lives.
The orcs look down on these weak amphibious creatures very much, and they are particularly ruthless in their attacks. Anyway, there are few people on Azeroth who don't hate the murlocs.
After getting rid of the remaining murlocs and helping the trolls escape, Thrall walked to the front of the formation and talked to the leader of the trolls in troll language, "Hello, my name is Thrall, and I am the current leader of these orcs. Leader, we have no ill intentions, we just want to help you and ask how to get out of here."
After speaking, Thrall also deliberately released some gentle natural breath, trying to make the trolls lower their guard.
But the troll that had just been attacked would find it difficult to simply relax its vigilance even if it was out of danger. However, the leader of the troll still responded to Thrall's words.
"Hello, visitors from afar. Although I don't know how you came to Kalimdor and ended up living on the Echo Islands, I still thank you for your help. You can call me Vol'jin. I am the Darkspear leader Sen. Kim’s son.”
Thrall noticed the unfamiliar word, "Dark Spear". It sounded like this should be the name of the tribe to which these trolls belonged. He put the Doomhammer around his waist. Thrall saw Vol'jin's anxiety and nervousness under his tired expression, and he realized that these trolls might be in bigger trouble.
Wo'jin didn't hide anything, he just paused for a while and continued, "I would like to thank you for your help and tell you how to leave these islands, but my father was captured by a group of evil fishmen, and I must go Save him, he is our spiritual leader and the most capable witch doctor of Darkspear, we cannot lose him."
Young Sal immediately realized that this seemed like a good opportunity.
