Chapter 445: The Horde's Bad News

"Your Life is Mine 3000A"?

What the hell is that?

Many Alliance big shots were confused, such as King Thoras Trollbane of Stromgarde, and Marshal Haas of Alterac, only those Alliance big shots and Marshals who had worked with Duke had strange expressions on their faces.

Ignoring Duke's human-like appearance, just looking at his so-called inventions, anyone would think that Duke is simply a gnome in human skin.

Yes, those gnomes in Ironforge with their minds wide open, no, their minds breaking through the sky.

Goblins love explosions, explosions are the art of goblins, blowing up enemies into pieces, and incidentally sending themselves to heaven.

Gnomes love to court death, unreliable inventions are the label of gnomes, before the fall of Gnomeregan, seeing gnomes generously spending a lot of money on various unreliable ways to court death, is enough to cause heart disease in the kings of the Alliance.

But Duke is definitely an exception among exceptions.

He doesn't have many things, but each one can completely change the situation on the battlefield.

From the FFF Group Flame Thrower, famous around the world for barbecuing orcs on the western battlefield, to the Specter that forced trolls who were good at hiding to jump into the river in the Eastern Forest, although there are only two inventions, Duke has an unknown confidence, directly turning the inventions into military use - mass production.

And it was a damn success!

Now, at the most critical moment, is there a new invention?

The big shots of the Alliance were all eyes.

Duke snapped his fingers, "I'd like to ask you all to come to the garden, uh, King Menethil, please inform the palace guards not to panic when they hear the explosion later."

Terenas nodded.

The performance began, and after a loud noise, the result surprised the big shots of the Alliance.

"How many of these things have you prepared?"

"Five thousand."

"Not enough!" Anduin and Terenas said in unison.

Duke shrugged, "I'm out of money. I lack enough high-explosive powder. You know how greedy goblins are."

Terenas was anxious, "If I immediately make up the money for you, how many can you make in the shortest time?"

"Twenty-four hours, fifty thousand."

This battle is about the safety of Lordaeron City. If the annihilation is not successful, or if Lordaeron City is broken before the annihilation of the Western Legion, then Terenas really has nowhere to cry.

Knowing that Duke should have stock in his hands, Terenas had to pinch his nose and directly gave Duke two million gold coins.

In this way, while the Alliance was preparing for the encirclement, Orgrim was miserable. First, his troops that had fallen behind were attacked by the Alliance. The Knights of the Silver Hand, who were supposed to help the main force of Lordaeron retreat, were airlifted by gryphons after escaping the Horde's pursuit and once again parachuted into the Alterac Mountains.

These elite fighters of the Alliance directly attacked the Horde's rear army on the mountain road.

The Knights of the Silver Hand only just broke a hundred, but each paladin is a one-man army, even one against a hundred. The Horde, which originally had a single soldier advantage in the mountains, was directly defeated when they met the Silver Hand.

Orgrim waited in the valley at the foot of the mountain for three days before he gathered more than ten thousand people. Maybe only less than two thousand people were killed, but more were defeated. Orcs who lost their command ran all over the mountain.

Moreover, for some unknown reason, the Silver Hand deliberately let go of the ogres who posed the greatest threat to the city walls, but specifically targeted the Horde's commanders.

Orgrim had a bad feeling. And on the same day that Lothar arrived in Lordaeron City, Orgrim finally received news he didn't want to hear.

"Warchief!" Orgrim glanced over to see one of his soldiers pointing at the sky.

Are there more gryphons coming?

He thought with annoyance: If the Alliance didn't have these annoying creatures, the Horde would have dominated the entire sky with the Red Dragonflight.

Unfortunately, before Zuluhed could bring a new batch of red dragons from Grim Batol in the Wetlands, the Horde had to watch as gryphons defecated and urinated over their heads every day, monitoring their movements.

However, Orgrim was still quite worried. These dwarven gryphon riders were very strong, their mounts were fast, and their Stormhammers were as deadly as the orcish warhammers. Although they were small, they should not be underestimated. So if more gryphons really come to attack, he must have the troll troops ready.

The shadow grew larger — its body was long, and it was clear at a glance that it was not a gryphon.

As it approached, the Warchief heard his soldiers cheer.

A young red dragon over a thousand years old!

This was good news. This massive creature could easily intimidate over a hundred gryphons. When a dragon grows to over a thousand years old, its attack power, defense, and speed will all greatly increase compared to a young dragon under a thousand years old.

Once a young dragon enters the realm of the great dragons, it can use magic. And it's the kind of powerful dragon magic that can be used without incantations while flying at high speed.

Great dragons are definitely the most terrifying existence on the battlefield.

The dragon landed on the riverbank next to the small river that crossed the entire valley. As soon as it landed, a burly orc jumped down from the saddle on the dragon's back.

Orgrim slung his hammer over his back and strode forward to meet him.

"Where is the Warchief?" The dragon rider shouted, "Emergency!"

"I'm right here." Orgrim replied as all the Horde warriors parted like a tide, automatically making way for him, "What's the matter? Has that bastard Gul'dan finally deigned to roll over here?"

The dragon rider turned to face the Doomhammer, and Orgrim recognized him immediately — he was a trusted follower of Zuluhed, a very capable warrior, said to be one of the first to dare to tame dragons.

Togis, yes, that's his name.

"Warchief, please come over." Togis beckoned.

Orgrim strode into the circle formed by the dragon's tail. The rest of the people understood that this was definitely a highly confidential event, even the Warchief's personal guards stepped back a few steps to let them talk alone.

"Speak." Before Togis opened his mouth, his broad face wore a strange and complex expression — Orgrim could see anger, confusion, and even a mix of shame and fear.

Togis dared not look directly into the Warchief's eyes, "Gul'dan has fled. Just after you led the main force out of the Quel'Thalas border, he and Cho'gall took all the people of the Twilight's Hammer and Stormreaver clans. They have sailed into the Endless Sea after reaching Hinterlands, heading south."