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"What a strong fortress." Turalyon praised.

Now, he, Khadgar, Kurdran and Danas were sitting in the conference hall discussing the reports of the Griffin Knights.

"The walkway along the wall alone can accommodate dozens of orcs. And there are some watchtowers here." Kurdran pointed to several locations on the map. "Ground troops should launch attacks from this area. It's more

It’s weak, and there are some blind spots where you can avoid bows and arrows.”

"Very good!" Turalyon said, "We can also attack from two sides and take them by surprise. Surround them inside and don't give them a chance to escape. After that, move closer to the team and kill the orcs who are still fighting."

"We'll attack from above," Kurdran pointed out. "Keep them busy dealing with us."

But Khadgar shook his head and said: "Don't forget that they have the help of black dragons. Those black figures are still hovering over the fortress."

But Kurdran smiled. "Ah, yes, but not many. We'll kill them all before you even blink."

Turalyon couldn't help but smile at the confidence of the Wildhammer dwarves, and said, "Despite this, we still try to be careful. Besides, fighting the black dragon is not just the task of the gryphon knights, we also have to do something." Turalyon

Looking at Khadgar, "Can you limit them?"

"Of course." Khadgar replied. He glanced at Kurdran and said, "I can give your gryphons more advantages and also provide help to the soldiers."

Turalyon nodded. The plan was gradually taking shape.

Danas will lead the charge first to deceive the enemy. Once the Horde army enters the battle, Turalyon will lead a large army to attack. In terms of numbers, the number of orcs will far exceed Danas.

Si and his soldiers, but this situation will not last long. But how to survive is a problem.

"That period of time will be a great test." Turalyon informed Danas in advance.

Danaus stared at his commander with firm eyes. "My soldiers and I trust you, General. We will not fall in front of those green-skinned bastards."

After Turalyon heard this, his expression gradually became serious, and finally he asked: "Have you ever..."

Danas ignored it and said, "I have no last wish." Turalyon shuddered. "I don't need that kind of thing either. Because one day in the future, I will take my soldiers home with me."

Turalyon grabbed his lieutenant's shoulders and nodded. He believed that Danaus could contain the orcs until the stormy second wave of the expeditionary force completely destroyed them.

Kurdran and his gryphon knights, as well as Khadgar and the other mages, will be part of this storm. Turalyon looked at the old mage, the two of them have been fighting side by side. For him, if

It would be strange for him not to have Khadgar by his side, but if everything went well, they would still celebrate their great victory together.

Now, in the biting cold of pre-dawn, they began to move. Danath's troops moved nearby, shouting and riding their warhorses to attack the enemy from the rear, drawing the attention of the orcs. Turalyon's troops

Carefully and silently walk to another location, where the darkness of night can conceal their presence.

He looked at the fortress in front of him, at its winding hard outer wall. Every once in a while, a dimly burning brazier was placed on the wall. In the flickering light of the fire, the stone thorns used to decorate the fortress were faintly visible.

, uneven.

Turalyon raised his warhammer. "May the Holy Light give us strength," he said quietly. The warhammer in his hand began to glow, and energy surged from within. "May it guide us in the battle and lead us to the right direction."

Victory, let everyone see that moment."

The soldiers ran towards the outer wall. The fortress loomed in front of them. As they got closer, the fortress became more massive and gave people a sense of oppression. Now, he could see the gate of the fortress.

"For the Sons of Lothar!" Since he no longer needed to hide his whereabouts, the Paladin shouted loudly so that everyone could hear him. He smashed his war hammer, and an orc's head was shattered in an instant.

.At the same time that the orc fell, Turalyon had already pulled the hammer back, attacked an orc directly in front of him, and then swung it with all his strength at another two steps away.

When he reached the stairs, a group of orcs rushed down. Turalyon raised his warhammer to his chest. Surrounded by the holy light, he ran rampant among the orcs. The orcs were either knocked into the wall by him, or

He rolled down the stairs and finally fell to the ground below.

After a few minutes, Turalyon climbed to the top. What appeared in front of him was the wall of the fortress, which was much longer than the outer wall of Honor Keep, but it was chaotic. There were not many orcs left on the wall.

Most of the tribe soldiers have already rushed out of the front door, running towards the alliance army, and engaging in direct firefights with them. Also, those black figures hovering in the air, the black dragons are just waiting for the best moment to enter the battle.

"Alliance!" Turalyon raised the warhammer in his hand and ran towards the outer edge of the city wall, shouting. "Alliance!" He saw Danas in front and the warriors who raised their weapons in response to him.

His body was soaked in blood, but it was not red human blood. Their casualties were not many. The Holy Light was with them!

The orcs on the city wall discovered and attacked Turalyon. Now he began to clear out the defenders on the city wall. The friction between metal and metal, the collision of stone and plate armor, the collision of flesh and blood, and the friction between metal and metal were everywhere.

Various roars resounded through the sky. The corpses were piled up and staggered on the ground. The most obvious colors were the green of the orcs, the yellow and white of the humans, the brown and black of the horses, and at the same time, there was a little shine from the armor.

Danaus used his long sword to pierce an overcoming orc, and yanked the sword out from its body, then twirled the sword and cut the throat of another orc, green blood splattered

on his face.

There was a scream from above. Turalyon raised his head. He could not confirm the exact source of the sound. But it seemed that the dragons could not do it either. The black dragons were hovering in the air, twisting their necks and looking around.

, trying to find the source of the sound. However, they did not need to look for too long - a small figure swooped down and flew towards a panicked black dragon like an arrow.

The black dragon screamed angrily and slammed into the fortress, crushing the solid outer wall. Just when it was about to counterattack, the Wildhammer dwarf on the griffon had already slammed his storm hammer.

Towards that terrible beast. A rumble of thunder sounded, hitting the black dragon's head. The Wildhammer dwarf shouted, and the Storm Warhammer returned to his hand, and flew high into the sky again, facing several other black dragons. They roared angrily.

Then, they rushed towards the gryphon knight. But just as they approached the gryphon, more gryphons suddenly appeared and attacked the black dragons.

A gryphon flew away from the group and headed towards Turalyon. There were two people riding on it, one was smaller, and the other was much taller than him, Khadgar!

The mage jumped off the griffon and waved to the Wildhammer dwarf to express his gratitude. The griffon flapped its wings and took off again to join the battle in the air.

"I have bad news," the archmage said to Turalyon, clutching his staff in one hand.

"What could be worse than the current situation?"

"It's Ner'zhul. I feel like he's not here?"

"What?" Turalyon was startled and looked at Khadgar in confusion. He needed an explanation.

"I should be able to sense it." Khadgar frowned. "I am very familiar with the magic of the Eye of Dalaran. It is very powerful, but here, I don't feel it at all."

"We were fooled!" Turalyon yelled. "Ner'zhul left before our attack began, and took those artifacts with him!"

Khadgar shook his head. "Anyway, most of them are here, and we have eliminated them and captured their fortress. Now Hellfire Fortress belongs to us, which brings us a lot."

Advantage."

"It's useless. If we can't catch Ner'zhul..., do you know where he went?"

"This will take some time." Khadgar closed his eyes and whispered some spell. The air around him seemed to start to shimmer. Then, the mage's eyes suddenly opened. At that moment, his eyes reflected

There was a bright white light, and some strange sights were vaguely visible in the eyes.

"I found them," Khadgar said, leaning gently on his staff. "Those magics, they appear in two completely different directions."

Turalyon shook his head. "Not together? Did Ner'zhul give a certain artifact to someone else?"

"I don't know, but he did. The head is in the north, and the Eye of Dalaran is heading to the southwest. The Book of Medivh is also there. I guess Ner'zhul cannot hand over two artifacts at the same time.

, so he should be in the southwest. But we must divide our forces and go to the north. I need the Book of Medivh and the Skull of Gul'dan to close those space rifts."

Turalyon nodded. "Then we need to go after these two things," he decided. Turalyon looked at the others, making a choice in his mind. "Danath, I think you want to go again.

Kill some orcs."

"Of course, sir. I think so!"

"Then, you go chase Ner'zhul. He is already one step ahead of us, so Kurdran, you and your gryphon knights go to the front to scout for Ner'zhul and his accomplices. After seeing them

, launch an attack immediately, or at least delay their actions, and then go back and report to Danas. He will follow closely with ground troops."

"Promise to complete the mission, young man." Kurdran replied, turning and walking towards his gryphon. Danas nodded, saluted Turalyon, and then left the crowd to gather his soldiers and let them do what they did.

Well prepared for a long journey.

"They're almost catching up with us."

"Then we have to go faster."

The warlord of the Blood Ring Clan shook his head. "This is already the limit of our forward speed," he pointed out bitterly. "If we speed up further, before those Alliance soldiers catch up with us, my warriors and their

The mount has to get tired and fall down first. Then who will protect you then?"

They walked non-stop for two days, until one of Kilrogg's warriors, an orc patrolling the rear, ran exhausted to their temporary camp.

"Alliance!" The soldier gasped, sweating from running for a long time. "They are right behind us!"

"They captured Hellfire Citadel faster than we expected!" Gorefiend said, "Kargath is an idiot! He should have contained the Alliance!"

Kilrogg remained as calm as ever. "How many people are there?"

The scout shook his head, "I can't estimate, but there are many, more than all of us, and they are moving at full speed now."

"How long will it take to catch up with us?" Blood Demon asked.

"Maybe not more than half a day," the scout replied.

"We must set off immediately!" Kilrogg decided. "Drive all night long! Action!"

A few minutes later, the orcs began their journey again. After that, they only took a few short breaks. Despite this, the alliance did not fall behind, but continued to close the distance with the orcs.

And now, they have to make a serious choice.

"We can fight," Gorefiend suggested, but Kilrogg had already started shaking his head.

"Their numbers are far greater than ours," the one-eyed orc pointed out. "Although I don't want to admit it, if we confront them head-on, it will be very tragic. If we die here, Ner'zhul will not be able to reach it.

The Dark Temple."

"But it's impossible for us to escape!" Blood Demon said. "When the prey is within their sight, they will definitely not give up."
To be continued...