Daelin Proudmoore brings shocking news.
"A pirate contacted me and tried to sell me a tip."
"What news?" Anduin Lothar couldn't help but frown when he saw the admiral's serious expression.
"The orcs quietly built a large number of ships in an attempt to fight across the sea." Daelin Proudmoore hesitated before speaking out.
"Oh, my God, are those pirates crazy about money? What do the orcs use to build ships? Do the orcs know how many processes and how long it takes from drying the wood to processing a ship? Fighting across the sea is simply unimaginable." A general laughed at the greedy and foolish pirates.
"Whether it's true or not, they all deserve our attention. Dailin, don't be stingy with the gold coins, give them to those pirates, let them know the alliance's generosity." Lothar thought for a moment and said to everyone: "We need to contact all allies we can contact. , unite all forces that can be united, even if he is a liar, gambler, or villain."
"I understand. If it is really a cross-sea battle, it is really what we want. The navy of Kul Tiras will send all those green-skinned monsters to feed the fish." Dailin Proudmoore's eyes were filled with cruelty. Light.
Carlos was not crowded into the command camp with the big shots. He was packing his personal belongings in his own tent.
The orcs' fierce attack on the Saldor Bridge forced Stromgarde to withdraw its forces, so Carlos received the task of changing defenses and went to garrison on the north side of Thoradin's Wall.
Although he has 3,000 men under his command, getting the title of major general is considered a promotion. But this change of exile and protection was not Carlos's original intention.
As a soldier, you must obey orders.
Carlos could not refute Lothar's reasonable instructions and could only prepare to hit the road.
"Brother Bald, how's the matter of controlling the pirates going?" Carlos asked, and at the same time, he didn't stop working on his job. Todd was driven back to Keldaron by him, and he had to do things like packing his luggage.
"The generalissimo and the admiral happily gave the reward for killing those guys." Brother Bald's voice came from the empty tent.
"No, just get our share as agreed and let them go back safely." Carlos replied.
"Selling false news..." Brother Bald hesitated a little. The pirates were real pirates, but the news was false. It would be too bad to expose this thing. The professional thieves somewhat questioned Carlos' decision.
"Fake news is sometimes more useful than true news. Don't use your old gangster mentality to think about problems on the battlefield. No, you don't need to use your brain to think. Just execute my orders perfectly." Carlos Finally finished the preparations and sat down.
"Yes, your will." Brother Bald felt the majesty of Carlos more and more now, and his posture was very low.
"I heard that the perfect Admiral Daelin Proudmoore sent his son to the front line?" Carlos had met Derek Proudmoore before, and he was a guy with quite good senses.
"Yes, I went to sea the day before yesterday. According to your arrangement, I arranged for the troublemakers after a banquet, but they were all knocked down by Derek Proudmoore. Do you need follow-up actions against him?" Brother Bald He asked, not knowing where Derek Proudmoore offended Carlos, making the eldest young master want to break one of his legs.
"No, that's enough. Just work hard on some things, and let the rest go with the wind." After Carlos said this, he put his hands on his knees, stood up suddenly, picked up his luggage, and walked out of the camp.
"Adjutant Ymir, notify the troops to assemble and prepare to set off." Carlos issued his first order as a general.
War between the Alliance and the Horde is about to break out, but the Wildhammer dwarves of the Hinterlands are beaming.
Although maintaining the Terminator Fortress involves a lot of energy from Lord Metz, relying on this fortress, the dwarves of Eagle Nest Mountain have a broad strategic buffer zone, while the locust-like human friends cut down a large number of trees, and the dwarves A large area of farmland can be cleared by simply burning the tree roots.
It can be said that the dwarves were the real winners in the entire Hinterlands War.
A whole year of trade has given the dwarf lords a taste of the sweetness. A large number of finished weapons and arrows were resold to the Alliance of Lordaeron. The dwarves did not need gold coins to pay, but only accepted cloth, blankets, grain, cured meat, wine, etc. daily necessities, and even used gold, silver, and jewelry to purchase supplies in large quantities. This made the alliance countries realize that these short guys deep in the mountains are very wise and they are friends they can make.
Unfortunately, the exclusive contract for arms sales was in the hands of Alex Barov, which hurt other businessmen who wanted to negotiate with the Wildhammer dwarves.
After eleven days of arduous journey, the response force led by Kurdran finally arrived at the coast east of the Hinterlands.
Two days later, dozens of dwarven-style potbellied cargo ships finally appeared in sight.
"Kurdran, there are trolls moving around."
The men reported to Kurdran.
"Ignore them, Falstad is coming. If the Maltooth Troll dares to make any small moves, we will invite them to a barbecue party." Kurdran answered nonchalantly, and brought more than 500 people with him. Together with the immigrants of Grim Batol, they can beat up a small tribe of trolls named Maltooth, and they can barbecue as much as they want.
Since the Dawn Offensive, Kurdran has fallen in love with barbeques.
Long-lost relatives and friends met, and the entire landing site was filled with laughter and laughter. Except for half of the dwarves who were seasick, it was a scene of great joy.
"Falstad, I'm so happy to see you, my eldest cousin." Kurdran spotted Falstad and walked up to him first and gave him a firm bear hug.
"Kurdran, I have to say that it was a wise decision for you to go north to open up new territories." Falstad said with emotion.
"Let the matter of the older generation be forgotten. The Wildhammer dwarves are not so mother-in-law." Kurdran was really excited.
"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this anymore. After drifting on the sea for so long, tell me how the situation is now." Falstad asked with concern.
"What I know is the news from more than ten days ago. The orcs are storming the Saldo Bridge, but the guys from Ironforge and Biggrath's family are blocking the orcs. The Saldo Bridge is still in the hands of the Alliance." Ku. Delan threw a bag of spirits to Falstad, "Everyone will be very happy to see you. Can your gryphon still fly? If not, ride mine. Xuen is a beautiful girl. I will take you first. There’s no problem at all in returning to Eagle’s Nest Mountain.”
"This is not possible, Kurdran, I have to go back and organize the second batch of migration." Falstad drank half a bag of wine in one breath and burped with satisfaction.
"Oh, this is really bad." Kurdran said with regret written all over his face.
"The days are long, my cousin. I have a hunch that this war is likely to be far more terrible than we imagined. The Wildhammer dwarves cannot stay out of it. You'd better do the work of other lords first. When I come back next time, I will I talked to them personally." Falstad was a little worried.
"You are the son of Kaderros, the King of Wildhammer. Go talk to those old guys yourself." Kurdran was not willing to do this work and refused.
"Come on, Wildhammer is now a meeting of lords, let alone the King of Wildhammer." Falstad slapped Kurdran on the chest and laughed.
After a night's rest, Falstad led the fleet back to Grim Batol, and Kurdran led the landed compatriots back to the Eagle's Nest. The Wildhammer dwarves were full of longing for a new life in the future.
On the same day that Falstad's fleet returned to Grim Batol, the pirates who had tasted the sweetness bypassed Brother Bald and directly met Anduin Lothar.
"Your Excellency, Grand Marshal, this is great news worth five hundred, no, one thousand gold coins." The pirate with yellow teeth grinned.
"I think I have proven my credibility, sir. The question now is that you have to let me judge whether your information is worth the price." Lothar did not despise the other party because he was a pirate, but still had a calm attitude and elegant demeanor. Eye-catching.
"Of course, those green-skinned guys suddenly mobilized a large amount of supplies. This is a sign that they are going to sea." The pirate replied carefully.
"Oh, can you be more specific?" Daelin Proudmoore needed to get enough information.
"More than eight hundred large wooden barrels have been filled with water, and the orcs have also oiled the sails. The other thing is the expansion of the dock. It looks like the formation can at least dock dozens of ships at the same time." The pirate recalled and answered selectively.
"When did it happen?" Lothar asked the question that concerned him most.
"When I left the wetlands," the pirate replied.
"If there is no other information, then your news is only worth five hundred gold coins." The admiral replied.
The greedy pirates did not expect that the alliance really wanted to offer 500 gold coins to buy the information. For a while, they racked their brains to think about whether there was any information that could be exchanged for money.
"By the way! I once heard unusual beast roars near the orc camp."
The pirate suddenly remembered something.
