"What? You want me to be a lumberjack? Don't even think about it!"
After wiping away the saliva that Grommash sprayed on his face, Thrall smiled helplessly, "We need wood very much now. I think I can only leave this important task to you."
"Important mission? I'm not one of those weak peons - aren't there many harpies in the canyon you chose? It's just right for me and my Warsong clan to deal with it!"
Grommash was very dissatisfied with Thrall's arrangement of cutting down trees. He is a warrior, not a foreman! Any orc can do such a thing as building a lumber camp, so why should he do it?
In his opinion, Thrall is simply worried. He has been suffering from the sequelae of the demon blood for so many years. Isn't it possible that he can't hold on now?
"No, no, no, Grommash, wood is an important strategic resource for us. I need a strong clan to protect our resource supply areas," Thrall explained to Grommash the importance of this lumberyard. Sex, "Our residence and our city all depend on this wood processing plant. I really can't think of a more suitable candidate."
"snort!"
Grommash knew that Thrall just wanted to find a way to get him away to prevent him from being troubled by the sequelae of demon blood due to the battle, but what Thrall said was indeed right. This lumberyard was very important to the current orcs. It's really important.
After Thrall's painstaking persuasion, Grommash finally accepted the task and reluctantly took the Warsong clan to the northwest of Ashenvale, where there was wood that the tribe desperately needed.
Thrall took the orcs to work on this rough land, preparing to rebuild their former society and life. He named this wild and rough land after his father - Durotar.
With the help of the trolls, the orcs chose a valley in the mountains in northern Durotar as the foundation of their city. After clearing away the few harpies and beasts here, the orcs began to build their city. .
The Warsong Clan and Grommash also rushed to Ashenvale and built a huge lumberyard to provide raw materials for the orcs' construction activities. At the same time, the Warsong Clan also served as a defense force here, guarding against all possibilities and unknowns. danger.
However, what the orcs don't know is that the trees in Ashenvale are not like the ones they have cut down. The towering trees here have grown for tens of thousands of years and have become a part of nature.
The orcs' massive deforestation essentially caused damage to the local nature, and the pain and uneasiness of the forest was quickly passed on to the real "stewards" of Kalimdor.
One night, what all the orcs didn't notice was that an orc with a strange green light flashing in his eyes sneakily left the Warsong Lumber Camp and disappeared into the depths of the forest.
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Arthas rubbed his temples and put the information in his hand on the table. The doubts in his heart were getting bigger and bigger. Since the Scourge Legion was under his control, those fear demons had really disappeared from the world, without revealing any flaws. .
Whether in Dalaran or Quel'Thalas, Arthas did not get any usable intelligence at all. Although he had expected that the Dreadlord would choose to lie dormant before finding a chance, he really did not expect that the other party would How can he be so calm?
I don't know if Mal'Ganis' death made them more vigilant, or if Mal'Ganis was the only fool who was a reckless man.
Anyway, Arthas really has no choice now. These cunning big bats can easily find a place to hide before they reveal their true potential. Azeroth is too vast. If they make up their minds and cannot come out, Alsace really doesn't have any good ideas.
However, Arthas was also convinced that the Dread Lords would not hide forever. The masters of the Burning Legion did not have too much patience. As long as there was a chance, they would definitely take action.
If possible, Arthas would actually like to go to Kalimdor to personally preside over the situation, but he felt that as soon as he left the Eastern Kingdom, the Dreadlord would definitely appear immediately.
When I was thinking about whether to deliberately show some flaws and conduct fishing enforcement, there was a knock on the door.
"Please come in."
After the wooden door was pushed open, a servant placed a letter on Alsace's table and left the room. Alsace picked up the letter, which still smelled of light perfume, and opened it. .
"Dear Master, there is news today that the stone castle in Redridge Mountain has fallen, but it was not captured by the Blackrock orcs. Marshal Reginald Windsor, the commander-in-chief garrisoning the stone castle, believes that there is no need to send troops in Stormwind City. With support, take the risk and lead the team deep into the Burning Plains to prepare for a surprise attack on the orcs' rear."
"Unfortunately, the marshal lost contact completely after a battle with the orcs on the Burning Plains. However, it was not the Blackstone orcs who captured him. According to the information I learned, it seems that the marshal fought hard to defeat him. After the orcs encircled and suppressed the troops, they were taken away by a group of Dark Iron Dwarves."
"Redridge Mountain has been lost at this time, and Lakeside Town, the last important town there, is under threat from the orcs. Bolvar is hesitating whether to send troops to support Lakeside Town."
This letter was written by Countess Onyxia. She is now Alsace's spy within the Black Dragon Legion and is responsible for providing him with information about the movements of the Black Dragon Legion An and its subordinate Blackstone Orcs.
Arthas threw the ashes after burning the letter into the trash can nearby. As he knew, Windsor, who was deeply disappointed with the Stormwind nobles, finally chose to die heroically as a soldier instead of taking it with him. Several cronies ran back to Stormwind City to survive.
But what Windsor didn't expect was that because the warhammer [Opponent] made by the Dark Iron Dwarves in his hand represented a friendship and history about the Dark Iron Dwarves, these dwarves enslaved by the elemental lords did not directly Take Windsor's life.
Now, this noble human marshal should be imprisoned in the prison of Blackstone Abyss. Although his life may be difficult, his life is somewhat saved.
But Arthas has no intention of rescuing him now, because this is likely to arouse the vigilance of the Dark Iron Dwarves and the Black Dragon Legion. Before the threats of the demons and the Burning Legion are completely resolved, Arthas does not want to expand the front line and let the Alliance Multi-front combat.
The Alliance's current main goal is to gain a foothold in Kalimdor and bring forces such as the night elves into its lineup.
However, the attitude of the night elves is not good now. Arthas is not going to warm up to their cold butts immediately. When the night elves suffer from the suffering caused by the Burning Legion, they will naturally come to seek help from their allies.
Arthas stood up from his chair and walked to the window. The sunlight reflected from the white marble buildings of Lordaeron Palace was a bit dazzling. Being in the royal palace, Arthas could not hear the noisy sounds from the outside world, but However, he knew very well that beneath this lively and prosperous scene, the tide of darkness was still surging undercurrent.
The undead scourge is no longer a threat, but his biggest trump card; Onyxia, the culprit in Stormwind City, is also under his control; even the trolls in the northern forest will not come out to cause trouble in the near future. Except for the Blackstone Mountains on the Burning Plains, the entire Eastern Kingdom has no greater threats for the time being.
The Eastern Kingdom... is temporarily stable, with no imminent threats...
As soon as he thought about it, some clues in his mind suddenly connected into a line.
"Dalaran...Quel'Thalas...Eastern Kingdom...Kalimdor——!" Arthas' laziness dissipated instantly. After some thought, he realized that he It seems like I missed something.
Although those orcs were forced to escape from the Eastern Kingdom under his supervision, there was one thing that he had always ignored! Mal'Ganis chose the time to spread the plague in Lordaeron when the orcs were at their most rampant.
At first, Arthas thought this was just to distract the attention of the Kingdom of Lordaeron so that he would have no time to take care of both ends. But now that he thinks about it, Lordaeron today is not that declining kingdom. On the contrary, it is full of talents and strong national power.
Even if Mal'Ganis is a reckless fool, the other Dread Lords should not be unaware of this, and they obviously have the capital to hedge their bets!
If Mal'Ganis succeeds, then the Scourge and the corrupted Arthas alone can overthrow the entire Lordaeron without them having to do anything. They only need to send one or two Dreadlords to monitor the activities of the Scourge.
However, if Mal'Ganis does not succeed, the possibility of them taking action against Dalaran will become very small. Therefore, this is why the cautious Dreadlord has not taken action against Quel'Thalas and Dalaran. reason!
They may no longer focus on the Book of Medivh, but choose other more troublesome but less risky ways!
