Volume 9: Disaster Chapter 550: The Expedition of Natural Disaster
The former imperial city - Arasot'n:
Arathorthen is a magnificent city built in the name of the human emperor Arathor. It was also the capital of the former Arathor Empire. However, as the empire fell apart, this once famous city gradually declined. However, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. To this day, this city is still the most populous city in the Kingdom of Stromgarde, with a permanent population of three to four hundred thousand.
In comparison, the capital city of Rapids has a population of less than 200,000.
Strom serves as the capital because of its excellent geographical location, high walls, and is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It is more like a military fortress.
And Arasothen is the commercial and economic center of the Kingdom of Stromgarde.
However, this commercial city has now inevitably fallen into the flames of war.
"Hold on, beat these zombies down!"
"Quick, two priests, there are so many skeletons here that need to be purified."
"Mage, where are all the mages?"
"Where are the archers? Hurry and attack those gargoyles!"
On the towering walls of Arasotn, hundreds of adventurers and soldiers from the Kingdom of Stromgarde were fighting against the tide of undead. Looking out from the walls, the undead seemed as endless as the ocean.
There was no tactics or plan. They just surged in like a tide, following the slope made of bones and corpses to the top of the city wall, attacking frantically.
Thanks to the adventurers, the defenders on the city wall were able to hold their position.
At the city gate, the Crypt Lord, who was as heavy and huge as a tank, was hitting the gate with his tentacles like a battering ram. Dozens of peasants behind the gate kept repairing it, but they still couldn't keep up with the speed of its decreasing durability.
In the distance, there were countless meat grinders, shooting corpses infected with the plague of the undead and skeletons huddled together into the city.
In the sky are gargoyles and frost bone dragons that block out the sun, and underground are cave-dwelling demons digging holes and burrowing into the ground. This hellish scene is unfolding in this former city of kings.
Gul'dan (Lich King): "These adventurers from the Alliance are really tenacious. Back then, the army led by Blackhand the Destroyer was defeated by the adventurers led by Varian. But this time, they are destined to have no chance."
Standing in the middle of the army, Gul'dan muttered to himself proudly, and the surrounding Scourge generals all agreed and cheered.
Bonesman (Death Knight): "You are right, Lord Lich King. Our Scourge is invincible. How can those stupid orcs of the Horde compare to us?"
Sazastan (Lich): "The Lich King has boundless power. A mere Alliance adventurer can be destroyed in a snap of a finger."
Xiao Qiang (Crypt Lord): "Lord Lich King is a hero, mighty and powerful! Boss, let me lead the army to attack. I guarantee to take down the city wall in an hour."
Gul'dan smiled with satisfaction. These newly promoted generals were much more sensible than those resurrected guys. They spoke very nicely and were worthy of being reused.
"Haha, no need to bother, it will be here soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sky was suddenly covered with darkness. Galakrond spread his wings and flew through the air like a moving mountain.
The adventurers on the city wall shouted in fear and wailed in despair.
"Fuck! What the hell is this!"
"Fuck, how can we kill such a big monster?"
Boom! When Galakrond fell, the downward force directly collapsed a large section of the city wall in front. Whether they were soldiers, adventurers or undead, they were all crushed into meat patties and bones, and the exploded garbage equipment covered the ground.
However, no one dared to pick it up. Faced with the terrifying dragon power emanating from Galakrond and the absolutely overwhelming strength, both players and NPCs had only one thought at this time: escape.
The city is broken!
It was that simple. Without the protection of the city walls, the undead army immediately poured in like a tide.
Suddenly, there were endless screams in the city.
Gul'dan (Lich King): "Go in and convert all the residents of this city into warriors of the Scourge. Go, my loyal generals, and add more soldiers to my Scourge army."
" receive !"
"I know, I know."
"Don't worry, boss. Just wait and see."
"For the Lich King!"
Faced with this scene, Gul'dan's smug expression suddenly twisted, and the green fel fire in his eyes suddenly went out, turning into a pair of dark blue eyes.
Varian (Lich King): "Damn it, Gul'dan, why did you do this? They are just innocent civilians! You are a beast without any humanity. Even among the savage orcs, you are the most shameless one I have ever seen."
Everyone has long been accustomed to the Lich King's schizophrenic behavior.
Instead, Gul'dan was a little annoyed. The soul of this human prince was much tougher than expected. Although he was defeated in the battle of souls, this guy had always refused to accept the fate of extinction. He would pop up from time to time and try to regain control of his body. It was really troublesome.
Gul'dan once tried to completely destroy Varian's soul, but even though Varian's research on soul magic was far inferior to his, his indomitable will made Gul'dan feel helpless. He could only torture and weaken him slowly. However, in the eyes of Gul'dan , Varian's efforts were nothing more than a dying and futile struggle.
Sooner or later, you will be destroyed by yourself.
Gul'dan (Lich King): "Shut up, you loser. You have to recognize your fate. You should have known your fate the moment you put on the Crown of Domination. Just enjoy watching the world you wanted to protect turn into a wasteland."
Varian (Lich King): "Damn it, I will kill you Gul'dan, I will!"
Genn Greymane (Death Knight): "Come on, Prince Varian. Do not surrender to Gul'dan!"
Gul'dan: "Shut up, you traitor. Remember, I resurrected you."
Gul'dan suddenly unleashed the death power of the Crown of Domination and finally suppressed Varian.
He glared at Gene, but the other party looked indifferent.
Although I am controlled by the Crown of Domination, it is always okay to satisfy my urge to talk nonsense.
"Hmph, Gene, don't think Varian can fight me, he..."
Gul'dan suddenly turned his head as if he realized something and looked towards a hill in the distance.
"What's wrong, sir?" asked a death knight.
"Nothing, just some annoying bugs. Send a few frost bone dragons to blast that mountain."
"Yes, sir."
…
(He was actually discovered. This guy Gul'dan has become really scary.) Samuro looked at the Frost Bone Dragon and the Gargoyle flying in the distance, and immediately activated the Wind Step. His figure was as fast as the wind, and he disappeared among the mountains and forests in the blink of an eye.
He was as fast as the wind and as swift as a galloping horse. Half an hour later, he had entered a valley in the mountainous area north of the Arathi Plateau.
There were dense orc camps scattered throughout the valley, and tens of thousands of orc warriors were resting in the valley.
In the central military tent, the Young Wolf Lord, Drek'Thar, Saurfang and other high-ranking members of the new tribe were discussing strategy. When they saw Samuro appear, they immediately stopped the discussion.
Young Wolf Lord (Frostwolf Chieftain): "Ah, Samuro, you are finally back. How is the situation in Arathorthen?"
"The city has been breached, the Undead army has swept through the city, and the Scourge has grown in strength."
Saurfang said with some emotion: "Only less than a day? Is the leader of that undead army really Gul'dan? It's hard to imagine."
Drek'Thar looked worried. "The news from the warchief is probably correct. Gul'dan is good at necromancy... Lord Warchief, what should we do?"
The Young Wolf Lord was also having a headache. He had been leading the Frostwolf Clan in a fierce battle with Stromgarde and had already captured a lot of territory. They had been engaged in a tug-of-war, but he did not expect the Scourge to suddenly arrive. Now they had no choice but to retreat to the mountains.
But he knew how powerful the Scourge was, and he knew that with the little money he had, he would not be able to fight against the Scourge head-on.
"The Frostwolf Clan must not engage these undeads head-on. We should take a long-term approach."
At this moment, orc guards suddenly walked in from outside.
"Master Chief, the human king of Stormwind has sent a messenger. This is the letter he brought."
The Young Wolf Lord opened the letter and took a look.
"What does it say?"
The young wolf said: "King Trollbane hopes to cease fire with the Frostwolf Clan and join forces to fight against the undead."
Samuro snorted coldly, "Don't agree to them. Let humans worry about those undead."
Drek'Thar said worriedly, "Perhaps we should cooperate with humans. Although we are enemies, humans are still alive after all. Those undead are simply terrifying. If Gul'dan transforms all humans into undead, I'm afraid we will be completely unable to fight against them. Where should we retreat to then?"
The young wolf thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled. "Of course we have to cooperate. I will write back to tell Trollbane that I agree to cooperate. Let us fight the Scourge together."
Saurfang was a little surprised. "Master Chief, are you really going to cooperate with humans?"
"Of course - no, I was just lying to them, giving them a little hope, so that the humans in Stormwind would resist harder. Once their main force was wiped out by the Scourge, we could take over the kingdom.
Don't worry, I know where Gul'dan's real target is. The Scourge will attack Dalaran and they are just passing through here."
The young wolf lord's words made the three orcs look a little surprised.
Saurfang found it hard to accept. "As an orc, you should respect your promise. You promised to unite but then betrayed me. This is too disgraceful. If I say we should fight, I would just fight. Why do you have to play such a conspiracy?"
Drek'Thar still had a worried look on his face. "Master Chief, I still think the Scourge is a bigger threat..."
Samuro said nothing, just a thoughtful expression.
Seeing that his three bosses disagreed, the young wolf sneered, "Haha, you are too straightforward. Humans are cunning and despicable creatures. If you want to defeat humans, you must be more cunning and despicable than them. It is true that doing so is not in line with the orcs' honor, but only the living are qualified to talk about honor. Don't forget that Orgrim chose me to fulfill his will. Perhaps it is because I am different from you that Orgrim chose me.
I have made up my mind, and that is it.”
Watching the Young Wolf Lord leave, the three orc veteran heroes were speechless.
Saurfang sighed, "I can't believe we would do this. If other clans knew about this, they would laugh at us to death. It's so despicable..."
Samuro sneered, "What can we do? After all, Orgrim chose him. He is the hope of the tribe. Maybe he is right? Maybe meanness and shamelessness are the real way to survive in this world."
Although he said so, there was a hint of disdain in his tone.
Drek'Thar suddenly asked, "Saurfang, are you sure that Orgrim chose him?"
Saurfang looked annoyed. "Hey, Orgrim told me in person that he asked me to find Durotan's son, give him the Doomhammer, and assist him. He also said that he was the hope of the future of the tribe and was destined to become the chieftain of the new tribe. Who else could this person be except the Young Wolf Lord?"
"But Durotan has more than one son." Samuro said dimly.
Drek'Thar sighed, "You mean Go'el? He must have died a long time ago, wandering alone in the treacherous wilderness of Alterac. He was either killed by human adventurers or devoured by wild beasts. Alas."
"No, I don't think so. Gui'el is a smart and tough child. He may survive."
"I hope so."
