Vol 2 Chapter 362: : The Epic of the Old and the Living Today

In the Eastern Plaguelands, the Light's Hope Chapel.
At present, the base of Silver Dawn has become extremely lively. The expeditionary forces from all over the world have gathered together. The camps of the alliance and the tribe are on the left and right, and they are stationed on both sides of the Light of Hope Chapel. River water, looking affectionately.
"The overall offensive plan is like this. The troops of the Alliance and the Horde are responsible for attacking Stratholme City. The Alliance is westward and the Horde is easting. At the same time, the two left and right urban areas are cleaned up, and they finally converge on the Municipal Square. Isn't it alright?"
In the hall of the chapel, Tirion Fording stood in front of the round table, pointing to a floor plan of Stratholme laid out on the table case, and next to it was a detailed map of the Eastern Plaguelands.
"No problem, the Alliance will accomplish this task." The Duke of Bervale wore a dark gold grand marshal's heavy armor with a pattern of a majestic lion head painted on his chest.
"No problem, just leave it to us. The tribe's brave warriors will make the group of rotten bones understand what power is." King Saurfang thumped the armor on his chest hard with a loud bang.
Since the death of his brother Brocks, Varok has become the only Supreme Warlord of the new tribe.
Speaking of his brother Brocks, Varok is very proud and even envious.
The deeds of the orc hero Brocks are widely circulated throughout the tribe, and he has written many epic poems for him.
Blox died in the battle of the ancients. After the red dragon Krasus sent his tomahawk back, the new tribe suddenly became mad.
Jump into the portal of evil energy, enter the world of Argus, one's own strength blocks the endless burning legion demons, and the dark evil Sargeras, what a great glory feat, this is every orc warrior is very eager The glorious battle and the death of honor.
The deeds of the hero spread all over the world, and the night emperor of the night empire also came forward to prove this point, and said that Brocks is the invincible hero of the orcs, and the entire world of Azeroth owes him a favor.
The orcs of the new tribe have organized many commemorative activities, no matter which clan, what kind of grievances there are between each other, the respect for heroes is regardless of clan, even the independent steel tribe is also a Brocks. An extremely solemn commemorative ceremony was held.
Blox's tomahawk was enshrined separately for future generations to look forward to.
The orcs wrote his own heroic epic for him. Only the glorious warriors recognized by the orcs are eligible to obtain this autobiographical epic of their own, which will be passed down from generation to generation.
And Warok did not lose his face as a heroic brother. Although he did not have such a chance to die in glory, he also trained batches of excellent soldiers for the new tribe.
His personal strength even surpassed that of Orgrim and the Black Hand at the peak of the year. Even Grom Hellscream bluntly said that with the strength of Varok, he has one-on-one with him and has less than half the chance of winning. .
As for Kargas Bladefist. . . Okay, this gladiator fanatic, besides subjugating the Emperor of the Night, he is the only big brother, Grom, and expecting him to subdue others. That's too much to think about.
All in all, Varok was also admired by the orcs in the new tribe, and the supreme honorable title of King Saurfang also spread throughout the tribe army.
With the promise of the Alliance and the Horde, Tirion Ford nodded and then looked at General Bridget Abidis next to him.
"The Scarlet Vanguard will act together with Silver Dawn, rushing directly towards the Town Hall Square, occupying the teleporting psychic tower there, and then invading Naxxramas, controlling the teleporter used for access and building a beachhead position.
"No problem, my soldiers will cooperate with each other." Bridget shrugged, wearing a blood-red armor and a chest
The sign at the place is the two swords crossed together, this is the new sign of the vanguard.
"As for the small undead troops around Stratholme, they are handed over to the adventurers to clean up. They still have a set against these small-scale rogue troops. Those large adventurer teams can consider letting them join the army. Attack Naxxramas. "
Speaking of which, Tirion seemed to think of something and looked back at King Saurfang.
"May I ask, what are the forgotten people doing? We are about to attack Naxxramas, and I need to know the specific attitude of the Dark Queen."
King Saurfang shrugged when he heard the words, "Queen Sylvanas is rushing to the Scarlet Monastery recently, and we also communicated with her in advance, so Lord Lord Fording can rest assured that members of our tribe will never take advantage of Things that come in vain. "
At this moment, a silver dawn soldier hurried in.
"Lord Verding, Princess Kalia led the Restoration Army of Lordaeron and was waiting at the gate of the fortress."
"Hurry to invite Princess Kalia to come in, haha, we have another help, this battle of the attacking undead natural disaster, we will win."
Princess Kalia still wore the light blue and white armor and the long golden shawl, holding in her hand the dark golden artifact long sword given to her by the Titan God "Dawn Morning Light."
"It's an honor to meet you, Your Highness, the last time I met, when I first became a paladin ... ah, those days are really nostalgic."
Tirion stepped forward and bowed to Kalia with standard Lordaeron etiquette.
"We have all lost a lot, Lord Lord Lord Ford, this time you call the world to attack the undead and natural disasters, the Lord of the Restoration of Lordaeron will definitely support it, this is also the revenge for Lordaeron." Princess Kaliya smiled, and then serious Answer.
The Grand Duke of Beauval also bowed, "It's a pleasure to see you, Knight Kalia, the story of you and the dawn of the dawn, but it was widely spread among the Brotherhood of Dawn."
Kalia walked over to the round table and nodded to Grand Duke Bervall.
"This is the gift of Lord Dawn, and I have enough hope to revive Lordaeron, and I also thank you and the brothers for the support of the Restoration Army."
"It's also an honor to see you, King Saurfang, I hope the tribe can produce more warriors like you, with integrity and glory, and less treacherous and cunning presence."
With that, Kalia turned her head again and nodded toward King Saurfang opposite the round table.
Saurfang immediately laughed a few times, and then looked directly at Kalia, "The tribe is mostly warriors of integrity and glory, and the treacherous and cunning existence that Her Royal Highness said, I don't know who it is."
"Well, if the forgotten can use some of their plague weapons that are no different from the natural disasters of the undead, I think I can also change some of my views on the tribe."
Tirion quickly stopped the conversation between the two parties, otherwise the smell of gunpowder in the hall would start to thicken again.
"Well everyone, this attack on the undead natural disaster ~ EbookFREE.me ~ I hope that all parties can work together and the grudge is temporarily put down, after all ..."
"Report! Lord Lord Ford, urgent report!" Silver Dawn soldiers rushed in again, interrupting Tirion's speech.
"That ... that came later!"
Tirion was puzzled when he heard the words, "Queen? What queen?"
The soldier gasped, trying to make the speech coherent.
"Just carrying the red long knife, chasing the human behind the Titan God Severe."
Oh! This is instantly clear. . .
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