Chapter 60: The Enemy at the Gate

"That's right. Your troll allies have a troll mercenary

group under their command." "Are the mercenaries in Silvermoon City also yours?"

"Yes."

"Are you also selling intelligence?"

Wu You laughed, "Yes, but the mercenaries don't have any intelligence exchanges, otherwise why would the Silvermoon City troops remain idle?"

Hammer of Destruction nodded. The tribal troops in Silvermoon City sent a message that Silvermoon City had not made any major moves.

"If the price is right, can I hire the mercenaries from Silvermoon City?"

"No."

"Don't you always say that the highest bidder wins? Aren't you their boss?"

"It's true that the highest bidder wins, but mercenaries also have a rule. Mercenaries of the same race in the same war will only help one side. Except for the demons, they don't care about racial infighting, so their population has always been the smallest. And our relationship with those mercenaries is more like an intermediary. We find jobs for them and collect the difference in price."

"Demons?" Hammer of Destruction recalled those sturdy soldiers who were as brave as their most elite warriors when they attacked Silvermoon City.

"Their prices are also the most expensive."

"How much?"

Wuyou used his short hand to make a five: "It doesn't have to be gold coins, gems, rare ores, treasures and even population can be used as currency."

Wuyou smiled and rubbed his hands: "Our intelligence shows that Alterac has a lot of wealth. If you conquer them, you can form a demon army."

The Hammer of Destruction was very unhappy: "We have our own pride and simplicity! He came with trust, as long as he doesn't betray me, I will keep my promise!"

Wuyou shrugged and stopped talking.

The Hammer of Destruction turned his head away. Our great orcs were once a noble race in our hometown of Draenor. They were all Gul'dan! They made the entire race savage and bloodthirsty.

Hammer of Doom took a breath. As long as he was there, the tribe would become what it once was.

Hammer of Doom thought about Gul'dan. Where was Gul'dan now? Gul'dan and his tribe did not rush to Lordaeron for support as Hammer of Doom ordered, but directly prepared to cross the sea to find the land of power they were looking for.

King Perenolde of Alterac had already heard Ivan's report.

"Will they keep their promise?"

"Probably. Even if they don't keep their promise, the guides we sent out have signal flares in their hands, and we will have some time to deploy defenses."

King Perenolde wrote something with a rustling sound, then put it into a long tube and sealed it: "Give this to General Hass in person and let him deploy defenses in the north."

Ivan took the order and left.

Perenolde played with a seal in his hand, on which was engraved a golden rose.

In Silvermoon City, Fina delivered the organized intelligence.

"My lord, I have organized the new intelligence."

"Oh, leave it there."

Richard smiled and flipped through the intelligence.

"Hmm?" Richard's face became solemn. This page read "Gul'dan led the fleet to the open sea."

"When was this intelligence sent?"

Fina took a look and said, "It was sent this morning."

"I see, you take care of Silvermoon City, I will return to Kozan immediately!"

Richard, who was about to return, first met Sylvanas.

"There is an orc fleet heading towards Kozan Island. I have to go back immediately."

"Is it dangerous? I will go back with you?"

"No, Kozan Island has sufficient defense forces. I am going back only to prevent accidents. I will come back after resolving the issues there. I always feel that the orc troops outside Silvermoon City are strange. You should tell your sister and ask her to keep an eye on that place. If there is anything wrong, launch an attack and eat them."

Sylvanas nodded, and Richard returned to Kozan Island directly.

At the same time, Lordaeron had sounded the alarm.

"Orcs! It's orcs! Orcs have appeared in Lordaeron!"

The panicked captain of the guard, Morev, rolled and crawled in.

King Terenas of Lordaeron stood up suddenly: "What did you say? Orcs? In Lordaeron? Under our feet?"

Morev trembled and said: "Yes... yes, the sentinels have found them, and they should be by the lake now."

Terenas trembled and the servants beside him hurried to support him. The old king pushed the servants away, walked out of the throne room quickly, and found the nearest balcony. Opposite the balcony, the originally pure white lake had been stained with a layer of black, and the dark and overwhelming tribal army was as far as the eye could see.

"Damn it! They must have come from Alterac in this direction. Why didn't Perenolde stop them?"

The captain of the guards who had hurriedly followed the king heard this and said in a contemptuous tone: "The orcs must have dealt with him, Your Majesty."

Terenas shook his head: "It must not be that simple. Alterac is mountainous and the terrain is rugged, not to mention that Perenolde has a capable general under his command - Has. They must have made an extremely stupid decision! Otherwise, how could they have been so stupid? There is no news at all? And Silvermoon City in the north, why is there no news either? "

The old king panted and pointed at Morev and said: "Send a messenger to tell Alterac and other countries about our current dire situation! We have no choice! Gather all our forces and defend the city!" Messengers

were sent out one by one, not only soldiers on the ground but also pigeons in the air. This time, without Richard's dragon riders to block the messenger, the messenger's letter for help was smoothly delivered to the hands of the kings and generals.

"What?!" King Thoras Thorbane of Stromgarde in the southwest of Alterac was looking at the letter in his hand in shock. He threw the wooden cup out angrily, and the wooden cup of wine was smashed to pieces, and the wine was spilled all over the ground.

"Perenolde, that idiot! Idiot! How could those orcs suddenly appear in Lordaeron? This will put us under attack from both sides! Even if Perenolde's troops were a group of pigs, they would be enough for those guys to kill for several days! How come there is no news from him?"

The nobles and generals around looked at each other nervously, and no one could answer this question.

"I understand!" The King of Stromgarde kicked the chair away and continued to roar, "He must have betrayed us! Otherwise, the orcs could not have passed through those mountains silently!"

"Son of a bitch!" He picked up the battle axe and slashed the desk in front of him. The people around him stepped back in fear.

"Gather all the troops that can be assembled and rush to Lordaeron! I must kill him!"

The main force of the Alliance in the Hinterlands is still entangled with the local tribal army. The number of these tribal troops is not large, but it is difficult for the army to capture them, mainly because there are tunnels throughout the forest that allow these orcs to come and go like the wind (the goblins help dig them).

"They ran away again." Lothar said, leaning on his sword. They had just experienced a skirmish. They encountered a group of orcs. As a result, the orcs who were outmatched by them went into the jungle and entered the tunnel. The Alliance army, which had suffered several losses in the tunnel, stopped chasing them and blocked the tunnel entrance with boulders.

Primatis on the side said, "They have one less exit."

Lothar nodded. Just as he was about to say something, he heard the report of the messenger.

"Report - urgent news from Lordaeron!"

"What!" Lothar opened the letter and shouted.

Primadis asked, "What happened?"

"Lordaeron encountered an orc army!"

Primadis was shocked and then gave a solution: "You lead the main force back to support, and I will lead a small number of people to deal with the enemy."

"Okay, let's do it!" Lothar pointed at the messenger, "Return to the camp immediately, and the army will support Lordaeron!"

"Yes!"

Silvermoon City.

"I said at the beginning that there was a problem with the orcs' camping in the forest! If they had listened to me and attacked them proactively, Lordaeron would not be in trouble now! It's all Richard's fault!"

Turayan roared in the war room. His homeland is now facing a huge crisis. And facing him are Sylvanas with a bad face and Vereesa with an even worse face.

"I will go to support Lordaeron immediately!" " What about