Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 196 19. My great treasure from Red Ridge Mountain, where are you?
"Ah!"

Sir Anduin Lothar, who was walking on the mountain road in Redridge Mountains, sneezed loudly. Perhaps it was the cold mountain temperature at night that made him catch a cold, but it was also possible that some annoying people were talking about him behind his back.

He refused the cloak offered by the servant beside him, indicating that he did not need it, and then continued to trek forward with his iron horse knights.

According to the news from the Alliance of K'ure who have been stationed at the Redridge Mountains logging camp in recent days, the greenskin orc scouts have crossed the border of the Black Swamp and are spying and investigating the terrain of the Redridge Mountains.

It was obvious that they were going to cause trouble. After Lothar temporarily took over Gavinrad's command and allowed the other party to stay in Stonewall Fortress to reorganize military affairs, he wanted to personally deal with these green-skinned wolf cavalrymen who came and went like the wind.

"Marshal, those greenskins are just ahead!"

The young scout from Stonewall Fortress used his not-so-skilled stealth skills to reach the vicinity of the knights led by Sir Lothar. He reported in a low voice:

"The Crow People tracked them and locked onto their location and direction. They will pass by here in a dozen minutes. This is the perfect ambush circle.

There are about thirty of them, accompanied by an equal number of black wolves. The Crowmen say there are dangerous Wolf Priests and two warlocks among them, but our people have difficulty mastering the Crowmen's unique language, so there may be some discrepancies in the information."

"I don't blame you. The first time I heard the Crow Man speak, I was also full of questions."

Lothar smiled and said:
"But those winged arakkoa are indeed the most perfect scouts and assassins. They are much friendlier than those evil harpy men."

"You're joking, Marshal. How can a harpy covered in disgusting feces be compared to a Sunfire Crowman? It's like comparing a lowly free-range chicken to an eagle soaring in the sun."

The bold scout made a joke, causing the marshal and the knights beside him to burst into laughter.

Lothar looked at the young man in front of him with satisfaction and asked:

"Gavinrad told me that you're a natural soldier and scout, and he plans to promote you to captain. So, Keeshan, why don't you follow your father and become a successful businessman when you've just reached adulthood, instead of joining the army?"

"Uh, can I not answer, Marshal?"

The young man named "Kishan" was a little embarrassed, but under the Marshal's gaze, this big boy who had just celebrated his sixteenth birthday a few days ago sighed and said:
"I got the neighbor's sister pregnant and ruined their engagement. My father wants to break my legs. I've become notorious in Lakeside and have nowhere else to go except Stonewall Fortress. Luckily the general took me in, otherwise I would have had to beg for food all the way to Stormwind City to fight.

I want to be outstanding, Marshal!"

He said loudly:

"I will go back in style to face my wife and unborn child."

"Oh, you're a born playboy. Too bad my army doesn't need kids fighting for their lives."

Lothar made a few jokes, patted his shoulder and said:
"Take down these greenskins and kill a few more bastards! I'll personally give you a medal and send you back so you can be proud of it. When you're truly an adult, you can join the army! I'm waiting for the day you officially enlist."

"As ordered!"

Kishan immediately straightened his back, and then under Lothar's command, he led a team of knights to the ambush point, while Lothar led other knights to surround them on the other side.

Although the greenskins were fewer in number than them, as a commander with a lifetime of military experience, Sir Lothar did not underestimate the enemy.

Although he had received reports about the green-skinned orcs, he had to face these alien monsters himself to confirm whether those reports were true.

"Marshal, I went to the lumberyard to see the warriors of the K'ure Alliance before."

Lieutenant Windsor, who was assigned by General Gavinrad to temporarily serve as Sir Lothar's adjutant, was promoted for fighting bravely and rescuing his comrades.

He whispered to the Marshal:
"I discovered that the temporary leader of that group of alien warriors is also an orc, a female orc, but her skin is brown. They must be the same species. Do we need to arrange for additional personnel to watch over them?"

"Of course we need it! Mage Marin will take care of it. The most urgent thing right now is to learn their language, otherwise we won't even be able to communicate."

Lothar gripped the hilt of his sword and listened to the sounds coming from afar.

The legendary warrior whispered:
"If those K'ure warriors really can't rest, let them go and help deal with the gnoll bandits roaming in the mountains. The Red Ridge War is about to begin, and I don't want those stubborn beasts to cause trouble in our rear.

be prepared!

The greenskins are coming. They've been a bit too arrogant these days. Warriors, let them see the power of us humans!"

On the other side, the wolf riders of the Thunder God Clan were riding their wargs towards the edge of the Redridge Mountains. They had been surveying the nearby terrain under the command of Chief Fenris in recent days.

Because of the wolf riders' ability to move like the wind, they had already reached the entrance of Deadwind Pass. Even before Lothar's arrival, they tried to approach Lake Town under the cover of night, but were discovered by the annoying Crowmen and had to retreat immediately.

Fortunately, the Dragonmaw Clan's aerial reconnaissance made up for the failed espionage operation. Their dragons could overlook from high altitudes where the Crowmen would not normally go. Currently, the orcs have a general grasp of the terrain of the entire Redridge Mountains. As long as they wait for Chieftain Orgrim to give the order, the orcs can rush out of the Black Swamp at any time and launch a devastating attack on this weak human kingdom.

The green-skinned orcs and humans have no grudges against each other, but they heard that their "allies" in this world hate this land. In return for saving their lives, the war tribe wants to conquer this kingdom for their allies.

war
This is the entertainment that the greenskins enjoy.

The humiliating defeat in Draenor burned their minds like a fire, making them desperate to vent their humiliation with a victory.

"woooooo"

The black magic wolf following the wolf cavalry suddenly let out a low howl, which made the leading wolf cavalry captain suddenly pull the reins of the wolf. He raised his hand, and the well-trained wolf cavalry behind him immediately drew out their beheading swords and hunting spears. As the captain watched vigilantly, he heard a loud roar when he was about to stand up.

The scorching bullets fired from the dwarfs' specially made hunting muskets were faster than arrows, hitting the wolf cavalry captain's shoulder and knocking him off his chariot in a flash of blood.

The shot made Keeshan jump up and swing his fist fiercely, but the next second he was pulled back by the veterans and punched in the shoulder, forcing the little bastard to lie down in the shelter. The arrows shot by the orcs were fast and accurate, and the slings hit the stones fiercely.

Chaotic gunfire rang out as the wolf cavalry began to charge to close the distance.

But this meant that they had stepped into an ambush, and as the greenskins rushed over, Sir Lothar also took action.

The fully armed iron horse knights rushed down the hillside and killed the greenskins like a propelled iron spear.

The size of the human armored warhorse was between the Draenei's Talbuk and Thunder Elephant, combining the flexibility of the Talbuk and the strength of the Thunder Elephant. This caught the wolf riders, who were only wearing leather armor, off guard and dispersed them in the first wave of charge.

The claws and bites of the magic wolves could hardly hurt these heavily armored warriors. Instead, they would be chopped down by them from above. As the vanguard, Lothar was even more brave. He could harvest several greenskins' heads with a single charge with a heavy sword in hand.

The infantry also rushed out of cover and engaged in close combat with the chaotic greenskins. The young Kishan rushed towards the wolf cavalry captain who had been injured by him with a spear.

He knew it was the leader, but he was not afraid at all.

If he kills him, he can get the medal awarded by the marshal, and his own reputation as a playboy will be cleared.

The young man was eager for merit. He rushed forward, swung his spear and pierced the wounded orc's chest. In the previous battle with the gnolls, such a blow was enough to determine the victory. However, he underestimated the greenskins blessed by the Black Wolf God. The wolf cavalry captain swung his sword to cut off the spear, pounced on him with a grin, and knocked Keeshan to the ground with one punch.

When the dazed young man opened his eyes, he saw the hunting knife coming down towards him.

He's done.

In despair, he heard the dwarf musket fire, and the grinning green head in front of him exploded with blood. The deadly bullet blew up his head and made him fall down.

Keeshan turned around, panting, and saw Sir Lothar, riding a warhorse, throwing an exquisite dwarven pistol back into his saddlebag without even looking over here.

This made the young man feel ashamed, as if he owed the marshal his life.

But he was also ruthless. He grabbed the orc captain's hunting knife, looked around, and pounced on an orc who was trying to behead his comrade. He howled and cut his neck with the hunting knife.

Knowing that orcs had strong vitality, Keeshan used all his strength this time. He could even feel the blade cutting on the orcs' bones, and finally killed the enemy.

There were only more than thirty wolf riders, while Lothar brought nearly a hundred people and had the advantage of terrain, so victory was inevitable.

Under his mighty leadership, the human warriors were extremely brave and quickly killed all the orcs, and did not spare their wargs and those ferocious magic wolves.

"Skin these beasts!"

Lothar shouted:
“Gavinrad said he had seen the gorgeous wolfskin cloak on the foreign saint. Although he didn’t say it, I know he also wants a cloak like that and to take these fine wolfskins back to the leatherworkers.

I'll make a nice cloak for all of you. I'll pay for the clothes!

Consider it my personal reward.”

"Thank you, sir." The warriors cheered loudly after the victory. Kishan took advantage of the chaos to grab two heads and killed a magic wolf.

He figured he should be able to win a medal, but when he looked up at the sky, the young man's naturally excellent vision allowed him to catch a glimpse of a huge monster falling rapidly from the night sky.

He was hesitant at first, but soon his face showed horror.

After realizing that the thing was targeting Sir Lothar, the young man ignored everything else and rushed over to Lothar, shouting:

"Marshal, be careful! There's something up there!"

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"Ah, where is that damn artifact you promised?"

Zulushid complained to the Dragon Lord under his crotch in an angry tone:

"Are you sure the Dragon Soul is in this mountain area? I've been out scouting every night these past few days. We've almost exhausted every ravine in the Redridge Mountains, but aside from scaring those stupid gnolls to death, we've found nothing!
Did you remember it wrong?
Or do you actually not know where that thing is exactly?"

"Shut up, Zuluhed."

The Dragon Lord Lethon was also helpless.

Its tone was just as irritable as Zuluhed's, and its snake eyes, stained with fel energy, kept searching the ground of the Redridge Mountains, not even leaving out any cave.

it says:

"After those pathetic kaldorei used the Dragon Soul to blast the Well of Eternity during the War of the Ancients, they entrusted it to the Aspects, whose care was only handled by the Dragon Queen and her beloved concubine, Korialstrasz.

His Majesty Eranikus spent a lot of time, even cooperating with the Eternal Dragon's bastards, to find out the whereabouts of the artifact.

Right here in the Redridge Mountains!
It must be here. When they hid the artifact, this was still a barren land on the edge of the world, but who knew that ten thousand years later these stupid humans would actually build a town here.

Damn!

Their activities have destroyed the terrain here, and coupled with the fact that those foolish Dark Iron Dwarves summoned the Firelord to appear in the material world, this place has been turned upside down compared to ten thousand years ago. I must do a good job of searching for it."

"But we've searched all over here."

Zuluhed sighed and said:
"Could it be that the red dragons have set up some kind of barrier or something?"

"Isn't that nonsense, Warlock? If you don't think it's useful, you can shut up! Don't bother me."

Lord Lethorn cursed:
"That's the Dragon Soul! It's a divine artifact that can control the guardian dragons and collect the power of the Titans. God knows how Deathwing forged such a dangerous thing. But if I were a red dragon, I would want to throw this thing into the sun.

They must have set up some kind of ritual that could interfere with the dragon's perception, otherwise it wouldn't explain the fact that we've worked so hard these days but have gained nothing.

If it doesn't work, we can only use the human wave tactic!

Tell your chief to send troops to attack Redridge Mountains as soon as possible, spread hundreds of thousands of greenskins all over this mountain area, and turn over every stone. I don’t believe it. Hmm?
Look below, Zuluhed!

Humans are ambushing your fellows, like wild beasts hunting a pack."

"Tsk, what does the Thunder God Clan's wolf cavalry have to do with me?"

Zuluhed rolled his eyes and said:
"I am the chieftain of the Dragonmaw and Stormraider clans. The Thundergod clan is not one of my people. Let them die!"

"But you can't just stand there and watch your people being killed by humans and do nothing. You know, Orgrim has just awakened, and now is the time to kill to establish his authority."

Lord Lethorne also felt that he needed to find a place to vent his anger over the past few days, so he said:

"Go back with some 'merit'."

"Hmph, then go down, my powerful dragon partner."

Zuluhed drew out his warlock bone staff and said to Lord Lethon:
"You release a wave of deadly nightmare breath to control them, and I will kill them all. Look, the leader is a legendary warrior, and I also need to replenish my soul stones."

The dragon said nothing, but folded its wings and fell from the sky.

The green dragon's characteristics allow it to conceal its breath very well. It was not until it entered the breath range that humans on the ground discovered it, but it was too late.

The ferocious dragon opened its mouth wide, and the dark green nightmare breath poured down like poisonous rain.

The green dragon's poison is an innate ability, and when strengthened with fel energy, it can corrode everything, whether it is armor or flesh and blood, all are annihilated under this wave of breath. Zuluhed swung his bone staff and continuously smashed out souls to absorb them.

They laughed evilly amidst the chaos and slaughter, and soon collected dozens of soul crystals. However, they soon discovered something was wrong.

"Where are the others? Weren't there more than a hundred people here just now? How come only half are left in the blink of an eye?"

Zuluhed shouted:
"What kind of witchcraft is this?"

"It might be something like a Hearthstone or a Teleportation Scroll. Humans are not stupid barbarians. The magic they learned from the pointy-eared elves will definitely open your eyes."

Lord Lethorn didn't care about the lives of these pathetic mortals. The massacre had cooled his anger. He ate a few war horses as snacks, then flapped his wings and rose into the air again, saying:

"Okay, it's time to go back and continue looking tomorrow!"

"Zhao! I feel like this is just like hard labor. You should at least give me some specific direction. But then again, we two work really well together."

"Of course! It's mainly because I'm awesome, and you're just a idiot who's just waiting to die."

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"Dragon! It's a dragon!"

Lieutenant Windsor was still immersed in the horror of the dragon's attack.

Although he was afraid, he held on to his weapon tightly and was ready to fight at any time. However, in the blink of an eye, the world was spinning, and he and the warriors beside him had escaped from the deadly area of the dragon's breath. When he came to his senses, he heard the warriors beside him shouting for treatment.

The dragon's breath is too deadly for mortals.

"Marshal Lothar!"

The lieutenant looked back and found that Sir Lothar had also fallen into the terrifying breath corrosion. If it were not for the young Kishan who knocked the knight off his horse, he would probably have been melted by now.

Even the flesh and blood of a legendary warrior could not withstand the direct corrosive attack of evil energy.

"Leave them both alone! These are serious injuries that require specialized treatment."

A majestic voice sounded beside him.

The soldiers turned around and saw a luxurious carriage parked not far away, and a middle-aged man in a black suit, with black hair and black eyes, was walking towards them with his gloves off.

Next to him stood an elegant lady in a long dress, holding in her hand an obviously expensive magic orb that was breaking into pieces.

"You saved us from that cruel dragon?"

The lieutenant understood and immediately stood up and asked:

"Thank you, but who are you?"

"Well, I'm just an unlucky visitor passing through here."

The middle-aged man, who looked like a great man, took out several bottles of expensive healing potions from his waist and treated Sir Lothar and the seriously injured young man Keeshan beside him, saying:

"Brave Lieutenant, have you heard of the Prestor family?"

(End of this chapter)