[Kill Three Thousand Type A]?
What the hell was that?
Many of the leaders of the Alliance were confused, such as King Solas of Stormgard and General Haas of Alterac. Only those who had worked with Duque before had a strange look on their faces.
Apart from Duque's human-like appearance, anyone would think that Duque was a dwarf in human skin just by looking at his so-called inventions.
Yes, it was those guys in the Furnace Fort who had wild ideas. No, they had wild ideas.
Goblins loved explosions. Explosions were the art of the Goblins. When they blew up their enemies, they would also send themselves to hell.
Dwarves loved to court death. Unreliable inventions were the hallmark of the Dwarves. Before the fall of Gnomeregan, seeing the Dwarves spend a lot of money on all kinds of unreliable inventions was enough to give the kings of the Alliance a heart attack.
But Duque was definitely an exception.
He did not have many inventions, but each one could completely change the situation on the battlefield.
From the [FFF Flamethrower], which was famous for roasting Orcs in the Western Battlefield, to the [Demon Demon Spirit], which forced the Trolls to jump into the river in the Eastern Forest. Although there were only two inventions, Duque had the confidence to use them for military purposes — mass production.
And it was a huge success!
Now, at the most critical moment, there was a new invention?
The leaders of the Alliance were stunned.
Duque snapped his fingers. "Please come to the Imperial Garden. Uh, Your Majesty Menethil, please inform the guards in the palace not to panic when they hear the explosion."
Terenas nodded.
The show began. After a loud explosion, the leaders of the Alliance were shocked.
"How much of this do you have?"
"Five thousand."
"Not enough!" Andoine and Terenas said in unison.
Duque shrugged. "I'm out of money. I don't have enough gunpowder. You know how greedy the Goblins are. "
Terenas panicked. "If I give you the money immediately, how much can you make in the shortest time possible?"
"Fifty thousand in 24 hours."
This battle concerned the safety of Lordaeron City. If they failed, or if Lordaeron City fell before the Western Legion was destroyed, Terenas would not even have a place to cry.
Knowing that Duque should have some cash on hand, Terenas had no choice but to give Duque two million gold coins.
Just like that, as the Alliance prepared to encircle and annihilate him, Orgrim was forced into a corner. First, the troops that he fell behind were ambushed by the Alliance. The Silver Hand Knights, who were supposed to help the main force of the Rotterdam retreat, actually used Gryphons to carry them to the Alterac Mountain after getting rid of the tribe's pursuit.
These were the most capable elites of the alliance. They directly attacked the rear of the tribe on the mountain path.
The number of Knights of the Silver Hand was barely over a hundred, but each of the Paladins could fight against ten, or even a hundred. The tribe, which originally had the advantage of individual soldiers in the mountains, was directly defeated by the Silver Hand.
Orgrim waited in the valley at the foot of the mountain for three days, and only managed to gather a little more than ten thousand people. Perhaps less than two thousand people had been killed, but most of them had been defeated. The Orcs who had lost their leader ran all over the mountain.
And for some reason, the Silver Hand purposely let go of the Ogres who were the biggest threat to the city wall, and instead targeted the commander of the tribe to kill.
Orgrim had a bad feeling about this. On the same day that Lothar arrived at Lordaeron City, Orgrim finally received a piece of news that he did not want to hear.
"Great chief!" Orgrim glanced around and saw one of his soldiers pointing to the sky.
Could it be that more Gryphons were coming?
He thought in disgust: If the Alliance did not have these annoying guys, the Horde would have dominated the entire sky with the help of the Red Dragon Army.
Unfortunately, before Zuluhid brought back a new batch of Red Dragons from the Grim Batol Fortress in the wetlands. The Horde had no choice but to watch the Gryphons shit on their heads every day and monitor their movements.
But Orgrim was still worried. These Dwarf Gryphon Knights were very strong, their mounts were fast, and their Stormhammer was as deadly as the Orcs' warhammers. Although they were small, they could not be ignored. So if more Gryphons were to attack, he had to make sure that the Trolls were ready to fight.
The black shadow grew bigger and bigger. Its body was very long, and it was obvious that it was not a Gryphon.
As it approached, the Great Chief heard the cheers of his soldiers.
A young Red Dragon over a thousand years old!
That was good news. This huge creature could easily intimidate over a hundred Gryphons. When a Dragon was over a thousand years old, its attack, defense, and speed would be greatly improved compared to a young Dragon who was less than a thousand years old.
When a Young Dragon stepped into the realm of Giant Dragons, he could use magic. And it was the kind of powerful Draconic magic that could be used at high speed without the need for incantations.
Giant Dragons were definitely the most terrifying existence on the battlefield.
The Dragon landed on the riverbank next to the small river that ran across the valley. As soon as it touched the ground, a burly Orc jumped down from the saddle on the Dragon's back.
Orgrim swung his hammer over his back and strode forward to meet the enemy.
"Where is the great chief?" the Dragon Knight shouted. "This is an emergency!"
"I'm right here." As Orgrim replied, all the Horde warriors parted like a tide, automatically making a path for him. "What's the matter? Gul 'dan, that bastard, is finally willing to come over? "
The Dragon Knight turned around to face Doomhammer. Orgrim immediately recognized him. He was a trusted aide of Zuluherde and a very capable warrior. It was said that he was one of the first people who dared to tame a Giant Dragon.
Thorgrim. Yes, that was his name.
"Great chief, please come over." Thorgrim waved his hand.
Orgrim proudly walked into the circle formed by the Dragon's tail. The others understood that this was definitely a highly confidential matter. Even the chief's personal guards took a few steps back to let them talk alone.
"Speak."
Before Thorgrim spoke, his broad face had a strange and complicated expression. Orgrim could see that there was anger, confusion, and even shame and fear.
Thorgrim did not dare to look the Great Chief in the eye. "Gul 'dan escaped. After you left the borders of Cuel Salas with your main force, he and Gujar took the Twilight Hammer and the rest of the Storm Predator Clan with them. After they reached the Hinterlands, they sailed into the Endless Sea and headed south. "
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