Rise of the blood elves

260【Be honest】

Mount Hyjal has a high altitude in the northeast and a low altitude in the south. The entire mountain is divided into three major steps, which are distributed in a "U" shape that tilts to the right.

The northeastern region where the New Well of Eternity and World Tree Nordrassil are located has the highest terrain, followed by the second ladder where the Horde Base and Theramore Expeditionary Force Base are located. The outer areas have the lowest terrain, but are vast, with an area equivalent to the second ladder. The total of one and two stairs, there are several passages connecting Felwood, Winterspring Valley, Ashenvale and other places.

Starting from the second staircase, each passage becomes rugged and difficult to navigate. There are many valleys, most of which are isolated by towering ancient trees. It is extremely unsuitable for large armies to pass through, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack.

The Burning Legion's army entered Mount Hyjal from the northwest passage connecting Felwood through the third staircase, approaching the World Tree.

Although the night elves had set up more than ten lines of defense on the demon's only path, because the outer areas were undefeable, all the lines of defense were breached in less than a week, and the demon finally attacked the humans guarding the only entrance to the second staircase. The base launched a general offensive.

Jaina was quite nervous about the distance. She was the princess of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras, the favorite disciple of the leader of Dalaran, Antonidas, and the leader of the young generation of mages in the seven human kingdoms.

But she had never experienced such a battle.

Even though she and Arthas had thought about this, Jaina couldn't help but grit her teeth and experienced many difficulties and obstacles in investigating the beginning and end of the plague. She was used to seeing blood and death, whether it was the attack and defense of Andorhal or the events that caused the two to part ways. The massacre of Stratholme was incomparable to the coming battle.

Night is coming, and the land is lonely.The soft and bright moonlight added a sense of dissonance to the tense atmosphere of the impending war.

Outside the valley entrance was an open space that had been cleared by soldiers to prevent trees from blocking sight and hindering long-range weapon shooting. It was more than a kilometer long. This indeed aroused opposition from the night elves, but in the face of a war that was either victory or death, they did not Don't dictate, respect human beings and build the base in a way that suits your needs.

This open area is filled with wooden spike traps, deep trenches and wide trenches that slow down the enemy's charge. They are filled with flammable asphalt and barrels of precious gunpowder are piled up.

The felled trees were transported back to the base by the soldiers for use in building fortifications.

At this time, the forest line at the end of the open area was dark. Looking from a distance, there were shadows in it, like a group of demons dancing wildly, with a hint of strange sickly dark green shadows following them.

Loud noises were heard all the time, and the obstructing ancient trees fell down one after another. It seemed that more than one giant creature was walking through it, brutally clearing the way for the troops behind them.

It was clear that a war was imminent, but up to this point there was still no trace of any demon. Only the terrifying roars from the distance could be heard in the ears, and everyone's hearts could not help but rise to their throats.

"Ms. Gianna, I hope this cooperation will not be our last."

After nodding to Saurfang on the side and asking him to go over to supervise the battle, Saar stared at the forest line and pretended to be relaxed.

In addition to the necessary troops left behind, almost all the best of the tribe came out, and a mixed force composed of about [-] of the strongest orcs, trolls and tauren came to support.

Speaking of which, the orcs led by Thrall were really miserable.As early as last year when they were liberating the compatriots in the shelter from the Hillsbrad Hills to the Arathi Highlands, they suffered from the lack of weapons and equipment. They basically relied on fighting, and all they used were the systems captured from the human defenders. The weapon is very uncomfortable to use.

After crossing west to Kalimdor, although the orcs based themselves in Durotar and started construction, they still had limited time and limited mineral resources and it was still difficult to properly arm all the troops.

As a result, when they arrived at Mount Hyjal, in the past ten days or so, the orcs still relied on the metal minerals provided by the night elves, and rushed to produce a batch of weapons and equipment. Only then did they completely get rid of the dilemma of having no weapons available.

Jaina couldn't help laughing when she heard this.

She had been dealing with Thrall for more than a day or two. Ever since they met by chance in the Stonetalon Mountains and formed an alliance under Medivh's persuasion, she felt that Thrall was different from other orcs.

Orcs, an ugly race that humans hate to the very core.Jaina is no exception, because it was the red dragon commanded by the Dragonmaw clan that killed her brother, the first heir to the throne of Kul Tiras.

Even though she understands that she is facing a formidable enemy and must abandon her hatred and become allies with the orcs, even in front of her subordinates, she always imitates her mentor Antonidas and disguises herself as a qualified leader who is thoughtful and understands the nature of gains and losses. Image, but after taking off this shell, she is just a girl in her twenties, and it is difficult not to feel some resistance in her heart.

To her surprise, Thrall was completely different from the orcs she knew.

Thrall can speak Common Tongue fluently, with a very standard Lordaeron accent, and his way of thinking is closer to humans. He is much easier to get along with than his relatively savage and rough orc compatriots, and he is also better able to understand the hard-won challenges at this time. Peace is so precious.

At the time of the alliance, when the lower-level soldiers on both sides had a strong hatred for each other and were likely to draw swords against each other due to a small friction, the leader of the orcs was such a person, which made Jaina feel extremely lucky.

If the leader of the tribe were to be replaced by Hellscream, not only would the alliance be doomed, but both sides would suffer losses in the Stonetalon Mountains.

"Warchief, I often thought that you were a human elite who was familiar with history and full of wisdom, not an orc. Sorry, I don't mean any discrimination." Jaina glanced sideways at Thrall and said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter," Thrall shook his head. "Most of the orcs you see are no longer what we used to be. In Draenor, we also have our own traditions, believe in shamanism, and live in harmony with nature. , looking for their own position in the peaceful nomadic life. The arrival of the Burning Legion changed everything. The demon corrupted us with blood full of evil energy, changed our tan and healthy skin color, and corrupted our minds. So, This is why I chose to join the war and eliminate the demonic threat forever. The orcs were forced to have a destiny that was not their own, and they have been wandering for 20 years. Now, Azeroth has become our new home, and we cannot sit back and watch what comes. The hard-earned peace was once again destroyed by the returning demon army."

Jaina could feel Thrall's sincerity, and it didn't seem like his words were false.

"You are an orc worthy of respect, Thrall." She praised sincerely.

"Ms. Gianna, do you think it is possible for both of us to maintain long-term peace after this war?"

As he spoke, Thrall's blue eyes looked at Jaina expectantly, as if to discern the truest thoughts in the heart of the ruler of Theramore.

Long before the westward crossing and after all the shelters were liberated, the orcs at that time were a great threat to the human countries in the north of the Eastern Continent. Everyone was worried that the tribe would come back and start a protracted war again.Thrall once sent a messenger to send a message to King Terenas of Lordaeron who was still reigning safely at that time, claiming that the orcs had no intention of causing trouble again, and just wanted to be freed from their involuntary fate. If the Alliance was not hostile, , the orcs will never do anything hostile first.

Thrall also understands that for the deep-seated hatred between the two sides, this is just a purely idealistic declaration, which is tantamount to self-deception, but some things must be done.At least as long as he is in the position of warchief, the voice of the main war faction among the orcs will not be able to lead the trend.

Since the defeat of Black Gate six years ago, the orcs have spent 14 years of imprisonment in the shelter, with no homes, no production, no fields and livestock, and no foundation.

At this time, I had just arrived in Kalimdor, and I was finally far away from everything in the past. The orcs needed to recuperate. The war of blood and fire was never the way for a race to survive. If you just pursue war, you will one day die from war.

Thrall knew that Jaina's people were in the same situation as the orcs.When we first came to the Dust Swamp, everything was in ruins, and no one could afford another war caused by hatred.

Jaina fell silent and looked at Taniguchi.

Outside the high wall, there are two large phalanxes.

One is a steel city wall composed of human heavy infantry, and the other is an array of sturdy orcs. Due to language barriers and unfamiliarity with each other's tactics, they may not communicate well in the messy battlefield and are far apart. They are responsible for different battlefields. position.

The most important reason is, in the final analysis, the hatred the two have for each other.

Those in power are well aware of the importance of peace, but people at the bottom will be swayed by public sentiments in a hostile environment and vent their anger on each other uncontrollably. This is difficult to prevent.In the foreseeable future, peace may be maintained, but it is not just a matter of words.

"Actually, I don't expect that."

Perhaps infected by Thrall's sincerity, Jaina sighed and told the truth.

She suddenly remembered what her father had taught her. Between countries and tribes, there is no eternal peace, no eternal friendship, and no permanent enemies, only eternal interests.

eternal.

Before Thrall spoke, Jaina added: "But I will work for peace. Peace is in the most urgent interests of both of us."

She turned around, faced the leader of the tribe, solemnly stretched out a hand and said: "I hope this alliance will be a good start for both of us, Warchief."

A smile appeared on Thrall's lips, he stretched out his huge palm and held it with Jaina.

"Will do."

In each other's eyes, the two saw frankness, and even saw the heavy burden on their shoulders.

In the face of blood feud, pursuing common interests is not easy, especially when the interests are expressed in the form of rare peace.

"They come and take their places."

Colonel Lorena, who served as the human commander-in-chief, suddenly shouted, and the sonorous and powerful female voice spread throughout the city wall.

Jaina looked back and saw the sudden appearance of Doom Guards and Magic Bats covering the sky in the distance, flying closer and closer.

The forest was already burning, and the strange green magic flames were chilling.The huge hellfires pushed down the last row of ancient trees and appeared in everyone's sight, and then groups of demons and undead formed a phalanx formation and continued to advance here.

its quantity

The mountains and plains are endless.