Ranger King of Azeroth

  Chapter 753 You hit me, I hit him, who does he hit?

  Although there have been many disasters and negative news in Azeroth recently, things always need to be resolved one by one.

Originally, Charlemagne planned to send an elite legion of high elves to sail south to directly attack the Twilight Highlands and decapitate Cho'gall, but Malfurion asked Tyrande to send him a request for help, which forced him to change his mind. plan.

   Charlemagne frowned and looked at Tyrande, who had become his fiancée, and asked, "Is the situation really so bad? Although Malfurion and I have no grievances, but..."

  Tyrande nodded solemnly and said, "I know, and I also know that Malfurion looks gentle, but in fact he also has his own arrogance in his heart. If the situation was not critical, he would not choose to ask the high elves or you for help."

   "Ronin passed the resolution of the Kirin Tor Council, officially moving Dalaran to the continent of Kalimdor. Garrosh...Orgrimmar is still rebuilding, so he planned to launch an attack regardless."

"Ah…"

  Charlemagne sneered disdainfully, "It's not hard to guess his motives. This catastrophe must have brought him a lot of pressure. He suffered a natural disaster just after he ascended the throne. This will inevitably engrave a bad idea in the minds of the tribal people."

  For example, Garrosh is an angry person, he is not suitable to be a great chief, and the spirit of the ancestors has no shelter for him. Such remarks will inevitably come from people who are already dissatisfied with Garrosh.

   "In order to alleviate internal conflicts, the best way is not to try to extinguish the rumors that spread wildly, but to divert the public's attention to other places by diverting attention. Foreign wars...is the most effective way."

   This point, Charlemagne, who was a Chinese in his previous life, has a deep understanding of this.

  At the beginning, the foot basin country decided to launch a war in order to alleviate the turmoil of the domestic warrior class. A group of army red deer with big eyes and small belly foolishly chose the vast China as the target of the war.

  Although the war ended in the failure of the foot basin, the war of aggression that lasted for many years left a huge wound in the hearts of all Chinese people.

  Garrosh's style is quite corrupt, perhaps his thinking mode is closer to that of the previous life's leadership, and Charlemagne would not be too surprised that this guy launched a war to divert domestic power.

  Before Charlemagne had received the information from the secret channel, Garrosh not only did not transfer the troops of the Barrens back to the country for disaster relief and participation in the reconstruction of Orgrimmar, but instead let them continue to advance towards the northern castle and Ashenvale.

"Daelin's side is ready for battle, and Jarod, who has just returned to Darnassus, hastily rushed to the Silver Wing Outpost to take command, but... the confrontation with the Horde means that the number of reinforcements we can send to Mount Hyjal is obviously not enough, That's why Malfurion chose to seek help from other Pledge members."

"I see."

  Charlemagne rested his chin on his hand and thought, "The tauren must guard against the gates of Mulgore and the entrance of Stonetalon Mountain, and they will not be able to spare many troops to support the night elves."

"Theramore and Dalaran also have to deal with the Horde's attack on the northern castle. The Pandaren are busy preparing for the war with the mantid. Now the mobile forces within the Oath are only Quel'Thalas, Suramar Nightborne and the Germans. Lenny's gone."

  At the critical moment, the tribe and the alliance are ready to fight each other. Even if reinforcements can be drawn...the number will definitely not be too many.

"How about this."

  Charlemagne raised his head and said to Tyrande, "Now this disaster and crisis is worldwide. We will notify the Alliance and the Horde, and each will take care of the affairs in front of our own doors."

   "We promise to resolve Mount Hyjal and Vashj'ir, and let the Twilight Highlands be handed over to the nearby alliances and tribes. Let them try to keep each other restraint before solving the foreign enemies... At least don't fight each other in Twilight Highlands."

  Twilight Highlands...or Northeron has Grim Batol, the capital of the Wildhammer dwarves. They certainly don't want their old capital to be used by the Twilight's Hammer as their stronghold.

At the same time, the tribe is not without a foothold on this land. According to the information from Brand, some remnants of the Dragonmaw clan that was defeated by the anger of the Red Dragon clan still escaped and hid in the southeast of the Twilight Highlands. A delta position at the corner.

  They established a crude beachhead named Dragonmaw Port here. If the tribe wants to subdue them, they should send people to directly contact this group of Dragonmaw orcs.

   "Valeira!"

  Following Charlemagne's call, the little thieves who are now in charge of the Bureau of Homeland Strategy came in from the outside.

  Charlemagne gave her serious instructions, "Send your agents and let them smuggle the news of Dragonmaw Port to Zaira on the northern front of the Barrens."

"learn!"

  Valeira raised her face and saluted, Charlemagne couldn't help rubbing her little head pamperingly when she saw her like this.

After the little girl left with a smile on her face, Charlemagne sighed softly, "Let's be like this for now, the situation in Azeroth is completely messed up now, Horde and Alliance, Horde and Oath, Tripartite and Twilight's Hammer. The scrimmage gave me a headache."

Tyrande rolled his eyes, and stepped forward to help Charlemagne straighten his messy hair, "You are so frustrated before the war officially started, if you let your generals see Morale has collapsed, cheer up!"

   "Yes... the high priest is right."

  Charlemagne shrugged helplessly, and then the expression on his face gradually turned solemn, and his eyes shone with confidence, "Then...let's go to meet Ragnaros first."

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  Things progressed as Charlemagne expected, and the alliance responded quickly after receiving his proposal.

The Bronzebeard Dwarves and the Wildhammer Dwarves sent their army and air force respectively from Thelsamar and Eagle's Nest Mountain. The two races assembled near the greenbelt grassland in the middle of the wetland, and began to march towards Grim Batol, which was occupied by the Twilight's Hammer. Advance slowly.

Zaira also moved quickly after being notified by the agents of the Homeland Strategy Bureau. Knowing that she still had people left behind in the Twilight Highlands, she immediately returned to Orgrimmar in her armored wyvern, and took Dragonmaw The Ministry and Charlemagne's suggestion told Garrosh.

   "Twilight Highlands..."

  After Garrosh listened to Zaela's report, he walked to the map of the Eastern Continent with a thoughtful look, and then he asked the warchief's advisor beside him, "Eitrigg, what do you think about this?"

   After thinking for a while, Eitrigg replied, "Great Chief, I think we can act in accordance with the oath's suggestion, not to mention how much the joining of the Dragonmaw clan will help us."

   "With this excuse, we can blatantly transport troops from the Hinterlands and Arathi Highlands to this highland area by sea, which will open up a good front-line stronghold for our subsequent battles with the Alliance."

"well said!"

Garrus nodded in satisfaction, and then said to Zaira, "I agree, you will lead the Dragonmaw Clan headquarters to Dragonmaw Port, and make this port another important frontline for us to intervene in the Eastern Continent. , as for the Twilight's Hammer... let's clean up these Horde traitors by the way."

   "Your will, Warchief!"

  (end of this chapter)