From the Dark Portal through Elwynn Forest, from Eastvale to the Redridge Mountains, through the Redridge Mountains and into the Burning Plains, Morgan's Post is stuck next to the main passage from the Redridge Mountains to the Burning Plains.
How could the orcs tolerate having their throats stuck, so from the first day when the orcs took over the Burning Plains, the offensive against Morgan's Post never stopped.
Unfortunately, success is also a big cousin, and failure is also a big cousin.
Morgan Post was built behind a steep rocky cliff, with only a 18-fold path leading up to it, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack. The Burning Plains Warlords of the orcs are not fools, and will not force the tribe's warriors to use their flesh and blood to fight against the endless falling rocks. So, it's time for the Dragonmaw clan to appear again.
However, the skies above Searing Gorge and the Burning Steppes belong to the black dragonflight.
The black dragon prince Nefarian knew his father's plan, so he allowed the orcs to enter the Searing Gorge through the Blackrock Tower and then go north to work on Khaz Modan, but he would never allow the red dragon and the orcs to pry into the secrets of the Blackrock Tower.
Without help from the sky, the orcs' attacks were powerful but not fatal. The Morgan militia absorbed the remnants of Stormwind City while struggling to support them, and finally nailed the tribe's lifeline firmly.
Recently, due to the return of the orc troops heading north to Lordaeron, the power struggle between Orgrim and Red Blackhand has become increasingly fierce. The orcs did not even have time to send troops to continue to suppress Morgan's post. Carlos and his party were almost in danger. Just arrived at the destination.
"His Royal Highness Carlos, and Sir Brian, your arrival has made this small camp full of glory."
Steve Watson, an old acquaintance, put on a combat uniform, and the repair marks of the sword and ax on his half-armor were clearly visible, so he was obviously not an ordinary guy.
"I didn't expect that, Mr. Watson, you are not only a successful businessman, but also an amazing warrior."
Carlos nodded in greeting, and then complimented with a pun.
"Everything is for holy revenge. Madam has been waiting for your majesty's visit for a long time, but for a king, due etiquette is a must. We have prepared some hot food and tents. Please rest first for your majesty and your warriors moment."
After Steve Watson finished speaking, he bowed and left the scene to arrange food and accommodation for Carlos and his party.
"How did he know we were coming. When?"
Brian Bronzebeard looked at Carlos with a puzzled look.
"It's just that you can talk and come up with things, and you still take it seriously."
Carlos shrugged his shoulders and relaxed his muscles, preparing to accept Steve Watson's hospitality and take a good rest first.
Brian Bronzebeard thought about Carlos's words. Suddenly realizing it, he burst into laughter.
As for the onlookers of the Morgan militia, Carlos and his soldiers didn't care.
Long-distance travel consumes the most energy. Originally, Carlos just wanted to take a nap, but when he opened his eyes again, it was already close to midnight.
When we walked out of the tent, the sky was already dark red.
The Burning Steppes and Searing Gorge were formed due to the power of Ragnaros, the Firelord. Volcanoes and lava are the main theme of this land. Even because of Ragnaros' slumber. The land's many volcanoes subsided, their magma solidified, and the climate of the Burning Steppes remained hot.
Breathing the ash-laden air, Carlos smelled red and black.
It is red when it flows and black when it dries up. It carries hope but also brings destruction, the taste of blood.
"Your Majesty, drink some water. The air here is terrible. It's dry and smells bad."
When the captain of the guard saw Carlos leaving the tent, he immediately walked up with a water bag.
The crimson sky hides the black mountains from afar. The mountains and the sky are in harmony. However, even in this night, Blackstone Mountain is still clearly visible, different from other mountains.
Because the black stone tower standing in the sky divided the field of vision and cut through the sky.
Without rejecting his subordinate's kindness, Carlos took a sip and found that the water in the water bag had a slightly sweet taste. I asked out of curiosity.
"There is a deep well on the back hill of Morgan's Post. It's the Sweet Water Well."
Carlos nodded and said nothing. Even though the two sides seemed to be in a cooperative relationship, they still had to be wary of others. The most appropriate way was to eat and live together.
"How is Ashkandi doing now?"
He kept looking at the sky, feeling bored. After standing for a while, Carlos motioned to the captain of the guard to follow him back to the tent.
"That bird... the crow-man, contacted me once after nightfall."
Ashkandi, who was on a mission, refused to go to the human settlement with Carlos. He only left his contact information and promised to contact him once a day. If Carlos needs his power, he will appear. If not, just let him Don't let Carlos get in the way of his continued trouble with the ogres.
"That's good. It's better than forcing it. What do you think of the Morgan Militia?"
Carlos asked.
"A mixed bag of fish and dragons. There are veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles, and there are also farmers who don't know how to hold a sword at all. If it weren't for the special terrain here, with just the few people we have now, I could defeat them on the plains."
The captain of the guard commented unceremoniously.
"There are at least a thousand of them."
Carlos said pointedly.
"There are more than a thousand of them. There must be a base camp in a place we don't know about. Although we won in the north, the orcs are definitely not weaklings. With just the defense of a thousand people, it won't take five days to break through here."
The captain of the guard believed that he was a qualified professional soldier, so he made a positive judgment.
Carlos also didn't believe that this was all Mrs. Morgan's strength. He nodded noncommittally and took out a deck of Gwent cards to play with his captain of the guard.
At noon the next day, just in time for dinner, the orcs sent two centuries pushing catapults to carry out routine suppression again.
"Your Majesty, the Morgan militia actually started a quarrel."
The captain of the guard reported to Carlos.
"ha?"
Carlos was confused.
"Mr. Steve Watson is not here, and the Morgan Militia is now commanded by a guy named Julius. But it seems that his prestige is not enough. Some people want us to participate in this defense, and Julius They refused on the grounds that we were Mrs. Morgan’s distinguished guests, and the two groups had a quarrel.”
"Hahaha."
Reading without a smile, Carlos gave the order.
"Let those gangsters see the difference between the regular army and the militia, prepare the whole army, and let us show them some authority. It will be treated as a meeting gift to them."
"As you command, my lord."
When the captain of the guard heard this, he became excited.
Walking out of Carlos' tent, he pulled out the horn from his waist and blew the call for the highest combat readiness.
The desolate and mournful trumpet sounds echoed at the sentry posts. The militia's orders were different from those in Alterac. Many people were at a loss, but some of the scattered soldiers from the former Kingdom of Stormwind felt like they were bursting with tears.
The alliance's orders were formulated by Anduin Lothar, who directly followed many of the Stormwind Kingdom's traditional orders when formulating them.
"This trumpet sound?"
Julius waved his hand to stop his men from continuing to argue and listened attentively.
【Kill them all, leaving no one behind! 】
This is the call for a decisive charge!
What idiot is bragging?
As the top commander of the Morgan militia at the moment, Julius was angry. Isn't this an act of chaos? (To be continued.)
