Chinese Warriors in World of Warcraft

Chapter 735 Storm Camp (44)

Burning plains.

Hundreds of years ago, Thaurissan, the "King of the Black Iron", teamed up with the last seven archmages of the Iron Clan to cast a spell to summon Ragnaros, the Lord of Fire.

The magic beyond the legend opened the channel between Azeroth and the elemental plane of fire. Part of the power of Ragnaros, the king of fire, came to this world from the elemental plane of fire. The turbulent energy of the elemental plane of fire , raised the original Red Ridge Mountains hundreds of meters to form the current Black Rock Mountain.

Blocked by the firewall of Azeroth, the passage was quickly closed, but Ragnaros quickly used his own power to break through the underground magma layer.

For hundreds of years, flowing magma and flames have flowed from the depths of the ground to the ground, flowed out from more than a dozen places in the Black Rock Mountain, and flowed to the ground.

The erupting volcanic ash dyed the earth red and dark brown. The intense flames and magma made the scorching canyons and burning plains on both sides of the Black Rock Mountain rise in temperature by more than [-] degrees out of thin air. Even now, it is still higher than other places. Ten degrees higher.

It's fine in winter.

In summer, ordinary people can't survive here, even dwarves can't bear it.

Only the dark iron dwarves controlled by the curse of Ragnaros, who are more resistant to fire than other dwarves, can be safe and sound.

It is now March, and the earth is starting to warm up. Stormwind City and Lordaeron must still be a little chilly, even only about 10 degrees in the early morning, but the Burning Plains is different.

Even at night, the lowest temperature here exceeds 20 degrees.

And at noon, when the sun was shining, the temperature here even exceeded 30 degrees.

This is still a remote area.

The closer to Heishi Mountain, the higher the temperature.

At the foot of Heishi Mountain, the temperature at noon has reached over 40 degrees.

It was in this deadly temperature that the warriors from Stormwind, under the leadership of King Varian and Marshal Reginald, managed to defeat the ogres, the Burning Thorns, the Blackrock Orcs, and the Black Dragon Legion. The patrolling security force came to the foot of Heishi Mountain.

And here, build the camp:

Camp Storm.

Three days ago, they teamed up with the blue dragon troops who rushed here to defeat a large-scale night attack from Blackrock Tower, and gained a firm foothold here.

For three days, all the soldiers were waiting anxiously in the heat, not knowing why His Majesty the King did not give the order to attack.

Just spend it here?
Obviously, the Blackrock orcs could afford the high temperature of more than 40 degrees, but the warriors of Stormwind City couldn't afford it.

Perhaps within a few days, without the need for the Black Dragon Legion to attack, the soldiers would lose [-]% of their strength due to heat stroke.

Many middle and low-ranking officers voluntarily asked for orders several times, but were all rejected by Marshal Reginald.

For this is the death order from King Varian:
Do not attack!

The Blackrock Tower is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It is a mountain city built by hollowing out the Blackrock Mountain. In terms of height and scale alone, it even exceeds Karazhan by several times.

According to the scout report, there are at least seven adult black dragons entrenched in it, and at least three legendary dragon generals. The total number of young dragons of various colors exceeds one hundred, there are countless young dragons, and the number of dragon people exceeds [-].

In addition, there are more than [-] Blackstone orcs entrenched in the Blackrock Tower, more than [-] Blackstone orcs scattered throughout the Burning Plain and Scorching Canyon, and thousands of Burning Thorn Trolls, thousands of Fire Tree Trolls, and thousands of ogres.

If it is ten, it will be surrounded, if it is five, it will be attacked, if it is doubled, it will be fought.

The strength and combat power of the Storm Warriors are simply not comparable to the Blackrock Tower.

It is impossible for the warriors of Stormwind alone to break through Blackrock Tower, even with the elite of Ironforge, it is impossible.

The reason why King Varian and King Magni insisted on launching this war was that apart from their hatred for the Black Dragon Legion and the Dark Iron Dwarves, there was another reason.

That, is the real reason.

"Grand Duke, when will you be here?"

In the council hall of the camp, King Varian was wearing a set of armor as cold as iron, with a blue lion pattern on his cloak, which was the emblem of Stormwind City.

He lowered his head, looked at the map on the table, locked his eyes on the Blackstone Tower in the center of the map, and thumped the table with his fist: "If he doesn't come, we must launch a general attack! Damn the weather, the copper beard dwarves can handle it!" , the warriors of Stormwind City can't bear it!"

"Your Majesty, the Grand Duke is a trustworthy person. Since he asked us to wait, there must be a reason for waiting. Two months ago, he asked us to wait before sending troops. We waited for Ms. Harleen and Copota General En, the Blue Dragon Troops are here. Without them, we would have lost at least a thousand of our best soldiers in the past two months!"

Reginald, the strongest pillar of the Kingdom of Azeroth and the commander in chief of the Burning Plains War, shook his head and said, "Wait a little longer, Your Majesty. Even if we can't wait for more reinforcements, as long as the Grand Duke arrives, we will Enough! The Grand Duke alone is worth ten thousand elites!"

"The Grand Duke alone is worth more than [-] elites? He alone is worth five legions! Without him, Lordaeron would not be able to survive the attack of the Scourge, and I would not be able to come back alive. Without him , Perhaps Stormwind City has been controlled by Onyxia, and the entire Kingdom of Azeroth may have become a plaything of the Black Dragon Legion."

Varian's face was as sharp as a knife, and his eyes were firm.

His Majesty the king who returned from slaying the dragon is already the most powerful warrior in the entire human world. Even if he counts the entire planet of Azeroth, he can still be ranked in the top five among all mortal warriors.

He has awakened the wolf soul and initially fused the wolf soul. He is perfectly compatible with the Excalibur Saramani. He alone is comparable to, or even stronger than, the legendary brother of the night elves in the ancient battle of Mount Hyjal.

The rich experience and many near-death experiences made him fearless of life and death, and made him burst out with unprecedented courage from the bottom of his heart.

The wolf soul made him wilder and more ferocious than before.

The two Varian kings became one, the benevolent part completely overwhelmed by the ferocious and feral part.

The current Varian is an aggressive, brave and decisive Varian.

He is already a true king, and he has the potential to become the supreme king of mankind.

Such a king will not be influenced by anyone, not even Jiang Jie, who has a much higher prestige than him.

The only person in this world who can touch his soft heart is his son "Anduin", not Jiang Jie.

So Varian was not unhappy when he heard Marshal Reginald's words, but he still said coldly: "I must be responsible for my soldiers! I can't let them endure the heat here! We are here to attack Blackstone Tower's, it's not wasted here!"

"But we must wait, Your Majesty."

The king was so angry that even the head of SI[-], Mathias Shaw, who was standing next to him, one of Varian's most trusted people, dared not say anything, but Reginald was different.

He has always been a person who dares to say anything. In his eyes, Varian is the king he must protect and obey, and also the younger generation he has watched grow up.

As long as he thinks it is beneficial to the king and the kingdom, he dares to speak and has to speak.

"The heat makes us irritable and wears us out, but we must hold on, my king."

Reginald said: "News from Lordaeron: The Grand Duke has helped the Wildhammer dwarves to purify Grim Batol. I think he should come in a day at most! As long as he comes, we will be counted. Half the soldiers are down, and it’s worth it! The court mages will open the portal and send the heatstroked soldiers back to Stormwind, but the others must wait here! It’s not easy for us to get here!”

Varian took a deep breath, helpless.

Who made Stormwind City not have the level of the Grand Duke?
Who let the huge kingdom of Azeroth have no existence that can compete with the black dragon prince Nefarian?
They can only wait.

Time passed by, the sun climbed higher and higher, and the temperature became higher and higher.

The heat makes people anxious, uneasy, and dizzy.

At this moment, a burst of magic flashed, and a group of mages came here.

"Jianna!"

Seeing the female mage at the head, King Varian finally showed joy on his face.

He walked over quickly, glanced over, and saw that more than Jaina had brought more than a hundred mages, with a look of surprise on his face: "You brought the Theramore Mages? Great! No wait Come on, Nicholas, I’m waiting for you! You don’t have to wait anymore when you’re here! We’ll launch a general attack immediately!”

"No, we have to wait! Varian, Nicholas went to Theramore and asked me to help you. We will work together to weave a large frost barrier, which will lower the temperature in this camp by ten degrees, and let the warriors of Stormwind Free from heat stroke."

Jaina looked up and looked at the Blackrock Tower, but her eyes seemed to penetrate the thick wall and saw the image of the man: "Give Nicholas a little time! I think, in a week at most, we will have a powerful ally !"

(End of this chapter)