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Volume 2: Travel Notes on the Eastern Kingdom Chapter 394: Enemies meet on a narrow road (7)

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    The Arathi Highlands in September ushered in the end of summer.

    The sea breeze from the Sea of ??Mist carries the humidity and coolness of early autumn and blows over the vast highlands, blowing waves of wheat of different depths.  At a glance, the entire highland looks like a vast sea, and the undulating hills are the occasional towering wave tops on the sea, highlighting the wider world.

    The blood-like setting sun slowly hid itself in the mountains of the Hinterlands. The dim light dyed everything on the plateau with a layer of golden color mixed with blood, making the plateau at dusk look charming but desolate.  As if to reflect this artistic conception, an asymmetrical battle gradually came to an end near the Geshak Farm in the southwest of the Arathi Highlands.

    In the streets, except for a few tenacious guys who were still clutching their wounds and wailing miserably, the other hundred or so hideous stone-fisted ogres lay dead on the spot.  The most real fear and reluctance before death were frozen on the ugly face that used to be ferocious. The tall and fat body was covered with large and small gunshot wounds and sword wounds. The blood flowing from the wounds even merged into a gurgling blood.  stream

    Around the corpses of these ogres, hundreds of human soldiers wearing strong armor and holding sharp knives were busy doing the final cleaning of the battlefield. From time to time, stern-looking soldiers came out to defend the stubborn ogres who refused to die.  The remaining demon soldier made the final stab.  In the outer circle, nearly a hundred fully armed knights looked around with alert expressions, maintaining the most basic and necessary vigilance while helping their comrades take care of their horses.

    The victors of this battle wore battle armor stained with plasma and grass clippings, wearing red background and white patterned tabards that were completely different from the blue and gold style of Stormwind City, and the pattern on the tabards was also not the most common lion face.  The first one is an eagle soaring with its wings.

    This eagle emblem, which has left a strong mark on the entire history of Azeroth, used to be the glorious symbol of the powerful Arathor Dynasty, but now it is the last holdout of the declining Kingdom of Stromgarde

    "How is the progress of this year's cleanup, Lieutenant Varrokar?"

    The long chestnut shawl hair tied up with a silver hairband was now wet with sweat and blood and stuck together messily on his neck and forehead, but the young warrior didn't pay much attention;  The body is covered with a set of heavy thorium armor, which seems to prove that the owner of the armor is not a weakling; the thick kite-shaped shield is leaning against the stone platform at his feet, and the young general who is asking questions is careful.  Wiping the sharp sword in his hand.  While frowning slightly, he asked as if he was worried.

    "Don't worry, His Highness Prince Galin."

    Having just won a victory and annihilated more than a hundred adult ogres with minimal casualties, Lieutenant Varokkar was obviously in a good mood.  After hastily wiping the blood on his armor, the Highland Knight took out a handful of oats and soybeans from his pocket to reward his horse companion, and replied to his leader with a cheerful expression:

    "This year's cleanup is going very smoothly, and most of the plan made at the beginning of the year has been completed. The troll scum of the Deadwood Clan are now huddled near the Deadwood Village, and most of the idiots of the Stonefist Clan (Note 1) have been killed by Amaren.  The commander led the team to suppress the two strongholds of Stone Fist Hall and Bodgor, unable to move."

    He patted the neck of his beloved horse happily eating precious feed.  Lieutenant Varrokar curled his lips in disgust at the pile of bloody corpses not far away, and continued: "The remaining savage creatures in the Arathi Highlands are all stragglers like these idiots, and they cannot become a climate. As long as  If we patiently clear out these guys a few more times, the people of Stromgarde will be able to have a peaceful Winter Veil this winter."

    Lieutenant Varrokar¡¯s answer was full of longing and expectation for the future life, and the good news mixed in it also made Prince Garin Trollbane frown.  Allowing his people to have a peaceful Winter Veil Festival is the best Winter Veil Festival gift that he, the only remaining Trollbane (note 2), can give.  Think of this.  A smile slowly appeared on Prince Jialin's lips, and he cheered up.

    "Then we have to work harder," sheathing the wiped Trollbane family heirloom and symbol of honor, the divine sword Tokalal, the young prince in a good mood jumped on his horse and rushed around to discuss the battle.  The subordinates who were resting and cleaning up the battlefield encouraged loudly and seductively: "If we can clean up these bastards before the Wine Festival, maybe we can try to invite the monthly circus to Stromgarde to join in the fun? Or do you prefer to do it on Halloween?  Use the heads of trolls and ogres instead of jack-o-lanterns? (Note 3)"

    Prince Garin¡¯s slightly playful ¡°bewitchment¡± received cheers and whistles from all the soldiers.

    If these wandering cancers can be eliminated in advance, none of the soldiers present will mind relaxing or even pampering themselves during the festival.  After all, forIt has taken more than half a year to achieve the plan set at the beginning of the year.  They have been tense for too long

    I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s because Old Tang¡¯s butterfly wings flapped too much, but the town that was built on the place where Orgrim¡¯s Doomhammer fell in his previous life, Hammerfell, is nowhere to be seen in this life.  .  The remains of Orgrim* Doomhammer, the famous former warchief of the tribe, also came to ancient Kalimdor with the orcs who crossed west, and were buried in Orgrimmar, a city famous for him.  The great city named after it is in the Valley of Honor for future generations to pay homage and worship.

    Without the tribal forces in Hammerfell, today's Arathi Highlands is no longer a contested territory in name or substance, but actually belongs to the Alliance camp and the Kingdom of Stromgard.  The legacy of Stromgarde.  Even the Arathi Basin, the battlefield in the previous game, no longer exists like Warsong Gulch: the latter is now replaced by the tense Azshara, and the former looks like it is now.  There is also a tendency to completely move to Hillsbrad Hills in this tribal alliance war at any time

    But it is a pity that even without the constraints of tribes on this land, today's Arathi Highlands is still not a paradise for people to live and work in peace and contentment.

    Ogre!

    Troll!

    These two races are firmly in the top three and two of the Azeroth rankings in terms of survivability, reproductive ability and adaptability. I am afraid that existing near any intelligent race will become a big trouble for the locals.  and safety hazards.  And areas like the Arathi Highlands, where the two converge, are truly the hardest-hit areas

    Every year before winter comes, trolls, ogres and even beasts living in the highlands who are eager to store food for the winter will appear in groups and work as bandits part-time.  Like locusts, they plunder the villages, towns, farms, and pastures that are ruled and protected by Stromgarde What's even more frightening is that once caught by these guys, they may not even be captured. After all, in the eyes of these races, humans are  Food that satisfies your hunger ¨C and it¡¯s still delicious!

    Therefore, even though these ogres and trolls are like weeds that have been cut over and over again, they have tenacious vitality.  It will always reappear inadvertently, and Prince Garin Trollbane and the Arathor coalition, which has insufficient troops under his command, have never slacked off or shied away at all.  After all, no one is willing to let these cannibal bandits wreak havoc on their homeland and let their relatives, friends, and descendants become the food in their dirty stomachs.

    Therefore, it is the fixed policy of Stromgarde to expel and eliminate these uninvited evil guests every year.

    But this really restricted a large amount of manpower and material resources from the Arathor coalition.  In addition, they must always be on guard against the infiltration and destruction of the Syndicate bandits. All of this has almost overwhelmed Stromgarde, which has experienced a sharp decline in strength and lack of troops after experiencing the tragic natural disaster invasion.

    without any exaggeration.  For more than half a year, every soldier in the Arathor coalition, from the leader Prince Garlin Trollbane to the ordinary militia members, almost everyone has never taken off their armor or left their saddles.  

    Now, it seems that this heavy burden on their shoulders is finally saying goodbye to them. It is no wonder that these soldiers of the Arathor Coalition are cheering for this.

    Just when these soldiers, who had just gained a victory and were looking forward to getting drunk at the festival in the near future, cheered up and prepared to continue their efforts to sacrifice the butcher's knife to the next batch of intended prey.  In the distance, large clouds of smoke appeared on the increasingly blurry horizon in the dusk.  For these highland knights who almost live on horseback, this scene is all too familiar - a large group of cavalry, at least one squadron, is galloping towards their own place at high speed!

    "Unsheath your weapons, mount your horse and form a team!"

    Lieutenant Varokkar, who had the most experience in combat, immediately issued a warning order. All the highland knights put down their work and got on their horses, holding on to their lances and swords that were still dripping with blood and surrounding Garin Thor.  Around Prince Bain, a cone-shaped formation that is most suitable for the heavy cavalry to exert its power was built in a moment, and the formation was ready!

    A flag with a golden lion outlined in gold lines on a blue flag appeared in everyone's sight.  Under the flag.  It was a whole team of galloping human knights, their bright silver armors reflecting light like sparkling lights, rising and falling.

    "They are from Stormwind City!" The dim light of the setting sun was still a bit dazzling. Lieutenant Varrokar narrowed his eyes slightly for a long time, then turned his head to Prince Jialin and reported to the side, "Look at the serial numbers on the equipment and flags.  , is a knight of the Royal Knights"

    "Strange, I heard that King Varian Wrynn of Stormwind City has disappeared recently. They also had a serious quarrel with the other side of the sea because of this. It seems that they have allThe prime minister has declared war.  " Touching the mane of the war horse under his crotch, the Highland knight, who had no good impression of his colleagues in the south, wondered to himself in confusion, "If they don't strengthen the defense lines in various places at this time, what are they doing in Arathi  ¡±

    "No matter what they are here to do," Garin Trollbane, who was sitting on the horse beside him, also frowned, "it won't be a good thing anyway"

    Gently tugging at the reins, the young ruler of Stromgarde stepped out from the formation of Highland knights.  A mocking complaint was left in Lieutenant Varokkar¡¯s ears:

    "At least this year's Wine Festival still can't be held!" (To be continued. If you like this work. You are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is mine.  The biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)

    PS: Note 1: The ogres in the Arathi Highlands are mainly the Stonefist clan, official history.  These fat men even occupy a third of Stromgarde.

    Note 2: The holder of the surname Trollbane is the royal family of Stromgarde. It originally came from the battle between high elves, humans and trolls, and it means the enemy of the trolls, or the poison of the trolls.  Garlin Trollbane was the last Trollbane in Azeroth, and the other Danath Trollbane was one of the prototypes for the five heroic statues in the Valley of Heroes in Stormwind City.  There was no news about him after Turalyon's expedition to Draenor, and he was generally considered to have died in death before Outland was reopened.

    Note 3: The order of time of the three festivals is Brewfest, Halloween, and Winter Veil.
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