Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

Hillsbrad Hills, this rolling hilly area, is dotted with Alliance soldiers.

Shortly after Lothar, the leader of the alliance, arranged for the arriving elves, the news that the orcs and trolls launched a war against the dwarves and dwarves and landed in the Arathi Highlands was delivered to him.

"Damn it! We're too late!"

Lothar slapped her forehead with an angry look on her face.

[If those nobles could move faster, we would have reached Ironforge and set up a defense line long ago! 】

He cursed the group of procrastinating humans in his mind, and then looked towards the southern area with uneasy eyes.

Only he who has actually experienced a war with orcs knows how powerful those green-skinned and black-armored monsters are!There is no doubt that the dwarves and gnomes must be facing annihilation now!

Gnomes live in the spectacular, highly technological city of Gnomeregan, where they share with their dwarven cousins ​​the rich resources beneath the forested peaks of Dun Morogh.Although the dwarves of Ironforge also have their own technological and engineering research capabilities - it is the dwarves who provide them with the most critical technical designs for weapons and steam locomotives.

The lands of their two races are connected, and they are the first frontline between the orcs and the Alliance.

Thinking of this, Lothar felt a little anxious.

"Turalyon!"

he shouted.

"Yes, I'm here!!"

Soon, a young boy ran back, panting, with a slight blush on his face - Lothar knew what it was, this boy couldn't walk when he saw Alleria... .

This young man is smart, loyal and hard-working.Lothar thought he had great potential, so he appointed him as his adjutant and looked forward to his rapid growth.The only dissatisfaction I have is that I act like an idiot when I see that beautiful elf.

"Go to the communications officer quickly and pass this message to Admiral Proudmoore!"

Lothar placed the news he had just received from the Arathi Highlands in Turalyon's hand and ordered in a deep voice.

"Yes, I'll go right away!!"

Turalyon took it carefully.Then he responded and ran out again.

Jaina's father, Admiral Daelin Proudmoore, is the Alliance's naval commander.He has brought a large number of ships from the island nation of Kul Tiras and is now commanding the naval defense on the coast of Nanhai Town.

This was a very good king who gave Lothar a very good impression during several years of meetings.Lothar believed it.Admiral Proudmoore must have known what to do when he received the news.

He must take part of his navy across the strait under the Sador Bridge to the Forbidden Sea to block the orcs' troop transmission!

It's not difficult...those savage orcs, with very weak technology, are no match for the Alliance at sea.

After ten minutes, the alliance stopped taking a break.

Lothar rode his horse and saw that there were soldiers crowding in front of him. This scenery spread to the far side of the valley. For a moment, Lothar felt a sense of pride and confidence.

How could anyone or anything be able to resist such a powerful army?

But then he saw the scene in his mind of the tribe bloodbathing the Storm Kingdom.An unstoppable sea of ​​emerald green, and he grew serious again.

"The war has begun, to protect our allies! Our families!!"

Lothar drew his sword, pointed south, and shouted: "Forward!!"

The Union flags with blue backgrounds and golden lions were raised in the tide...

Then the trumpet sounded.The officers were shouting and shouting in their own ranks, and the cold-faced soldiers were advancing side by side in lines, with no end in sight...

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The soldiers roared with war drums shaking, and artillery fire exploded all around them.

The orcs roared and ran forward with axes and warhammers in hand. Their skin formed waves of green, and they fiercely pounced on the enemies in front of them.

Unstoppable.Wherever he went, rivers of blood flowed and corpses littered the fields...

"Wow hahaha! This is our power!! There is no power that anyone can stop!!!"

Orgrim* Doomhammer stood on a high hill overlooking the battlefield, laughing and showing off his sharp and slender teeth. The warhammer in his hand was dripping with bright red blood, making it difficult to tell what happened. How many dwarves died at his hands.

"Great Chief, this is really, incomparable power..."

Seeing the scene in front of him, Zujin couldn't help but smile with joy and became excited: "Elves and humans are unable to resist this power. We will definitely conquer this continent completely!!"

The strong dwarves, under the attack of the orcs, can only be broken as easily as bamboo.

There is no doubt about the power of the orcs! !

It wasn't until this moment that Zujin was completely relieved. He was convinced that there was nothing wrong with his choice.

By joining this powerful tribe, they will surely be able to take back their own land and bloodbath Quel'Thalas and the more cunning human kingdoms! !

The hatred of the Amani Empire, the shame of Zul'Aman...

Soon, they will all be completely eliminated by him and his allies!

Thinking of this, Zujin couldn't help but laugh sinisterly.

Orgrim*Doomhammer didn't like this smile. He believed that laughter should be bold, passionate, and full of joy, and should not be like Zuljin, who smiled in a way that made people feel unhappy.

However, he didn't say anything. As a wise leader, he had to show his generosity.

The most important thing is that Zujin, the troll, is also a powerful warrior. He also loves war and is full of hatred for humans and elves...

This is enough!

[Compared to that gloomy guy from Gul'dan, this troll is much more reliable! 】

Orgrim*Doomhammer thought to himself, then patted Zujin's shoulder with his big hand, turned around and started running forward, and at the same time roared: "Keep fighting!!"

"Warchief's order! Fight!!"

"fighting!!"

"Come on!!"

Countless orcs howled excitedly, followed Orgrim's footsteps, and ran vigorously forward.

【I like this race! 】

Zujin felt the vibration on the ground, and then looked at the orcs running forward all over the mountains and plains, and couldn't help but feel excited.

Fighting side by side with the orcs, even he felt the burning desire to fight.

"Let's rush too!"

he turned and shouted.

"Yes, Your Excellency God of War!"

"Follow our allies!!"

The trolls also had red eyes and ran forward excitedly following Zujin.

Orcs and trolls, two green-skinned races, turned into a bloody storm on the white snowfield, dyeing the road red, and blew all the way towards Ironforge, the capital of the dwarves.

However, this is just the beginning...

The beginning of a long war...