Dawn of Lordaeron

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A dwarf soldier ran back to their defensive position in a large dormitory area very embarrassed. His face was gray and the armor on his body was incomplete. At first glance, he had only experienced a fierce battle.

The dwarf soldier cleaned the body parts of the stone palate monster on the musket with a little frustration, and sat down on the floor.

"We can't retreat anymore. If the Stonejaws break through this gate, they will be full of unarmed civilians!" Captain Griffin looked sad. He had led his men to guard for a few days, but he had helped But he was delayed.

Now he probably knows that maybe people like himself can't wait for reinforcements.

Maybe there are more soldiers who know this, but they cannot retreat, nor can they retreat, because they are now fighting in their own city, and behind them are their relatives or friends.

Even the officials who did not have dwarves asked them not to retreat, but these tenacious "little men" exploded with astonishing willpower at this moment. In the case of extremely disparity in numbers, they abruptly withstood wave after wave of attacks.

They didn't want to run away, but when they thought of running away, their friends and relatives might die tragically at the hands of Stonejaw. How many of them had the "courage" to escape?

However, sometimes, it is not just will and faith that can defeat an opponent.

Facing the almost endless number of stone palate monsters, and the tireless and indefatigable charge of casualties, the gnomes fired out an unknown amount of ammunition and shells, and even batch after batch of security robots burst into the strange pile and exploded. It only delayed the speed of Gnomeregan's fall.

Griffin was holding his musket tightly. Of course, he knew in his heart that if he didn't get support, he might hold on for two more days at most, and this dormitory area would fall.

At that time... if there is still no one coming... I am afraid I can only blow up the door!

That was a last resort, because once they destroyed the dormitory area and the outside passage, they wanted to leave the underground of Gnomeregan and could only wait for the illusory rescue force.

As for the breakthrough, Griffin didn't dare to think about it, because they tried their best and only rely on solid fortifications to block the offensive of the stone palate. Once they leave the fortifications, I am afraid that their people will be instantly affected by the stone palate Submerged.

Just relying on their team of dozens of people, forcibly breaking through, it will only be like a small stone thrown into the ocean, and it may not even be able to arouse a larger wave.

"Zzizi...zizizi..."

Just when Griffin was extremely worried about this, the shrill but savior-like electric current of the walkie-talkie rang.

Griffin stared at the machine in shock, his eyes full of disbelief, and the dwarf soldier who was sitting on the ground side by side was suddenly energetic.

"Captain, what are you waiting for, pick it up!"

The soldiers urged Griffin eagerly, wanting him to quickly connect to the intercom, because there is probably their hope of getting out of the predicament.

But Griffin hesitated for a while before touching the walkie-talkie, because he didn't know whether it was good news or bad news after the connection.

If it is really bad news... how should he tell his subordinates?

However, it seems that there is no worse situation than it is now.

Thinking of this, Griffin decisively grabbed the intercom and connected to the call.

"Zip...Hey, can you hear it, is there a sound?...Zip..."

"This is Griffin Bronzebolt, the captain of the 138th Division of the Gnomeregan Special Operations Squadron!"

"Captain Copper Shut?... Zi Zi Zi... Damn, this communication line seems to be broken by those stone palate monsters... Hey hey hey... Please tell us where your squad is located, and the rescue forces will look for you!... ...Zizizi... can you hear me?!"

"Yes, you can hear it! We are in the dormitory area on the ground floor. In addition to us, there are more than a dozen teams and thousands of civilians trapped!"

The operator over there seemed to be surprised by this number, but he immediately calmed down and seemed to be negotiating with people around him. After getting a definite answer, he immediately said, "Don’t worry, please hold on for a while, at most One day, our troops will be able to open to the dormitory—"

At this moment, the walkie-talkie flashed a large dazzling spark. Griffin was shocked. Before he could remedy it, the walkie-talkie was completely scrapped.

The operator above was also taken aback by the explosion. He hung up the call with some chagrin, "Damn it, it's another broken line. I don't know if the team leader got an order."

"No way, almost everywhere in Gnomeregan there are stone palate monsters destroying. They have destroyed most of the city's communication lines." Another technician is stepping up to repair the communication walkie-talkie that can be used.

The Stone Palatines didn't just invade at the bottom, they almost punched holes in the inner walls of Gnomeregan that were not covered by metal, and beat a lot of precision instruments and equipment.

This allowed them to waste more than twice the time confirming whether the communication line is unblocked, and the dwarf technicians are also working overtime to try to repair the damaged line.

However, there are still a large number of lines completely disconnected, so they can only try to use the unstable radio to connect to the damaged terminals.

However, for some reason, perhaps because of radio problems, those machines often fail to withstand the load and explode.

(Note: Azeroth's technology is not the same as the real world, it's probably just something with the same name and function. As for the principle, don't substitute into reality! This is not a science fiction text! It is not a popular science text!)

Captain Griffin was also a little dazed about the interruption of the call, but he immediately reacted and said excitedly, "Quickly, send someone to other dormitory areas to inform us that we have reinforcements!"

The dwarf soldier jumped up from the ground, lifted his severely out-of-shape musket, and didn't know where the strength came from, and ran out with strides.

"Wait, Kirk, what are you going to do with that musket that is about to bend? Smash the head of the Rockjaw? Take this!"

Griffin threw a brand-new musket, Kirk quickly caught it, and after giving Griffin a military salute, which was quite ridiculous, he trot away.

Griffin was also relieved when he saw the soldiers leaving. He looked at the pile of high explosives being assembled by the wall, and after thinking about it, he gave up the idea of ​​installing it on the gate.

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He pulled out another new gun, checked the condition of the gun, brought enough ammunition and explosives, and rushed to the front line quickly.

In order to assemble the explosives and wait for an order, he has spent too much time here, and now it is time for him to fight side by side with his team members.

But when Griffin rushed to the front line, he was stunned again, because he found that only scattered stone palates were impacting the defensive positions of the gnomes, and with these few cats and dogs, he had not even touched it. The line of defense of the gnomes was beaten into a sieve.

"What's the situation?!" Griffin caught a soldier who was shooting retaliatory shots at the Stonejaw.

"Ah! Captain Griffin, sorry, I didn't mean to waste bullets!"

"Fool! I didn't ask you this, I was asking you Stonejaw?" Griffin kicked the guy, which was punished for wasting bullets.

Although the gnomes are not short of ammunition and weapons, they can save as much as they can, because they don't know how many stone palate monsters are hidden in the ground. If they really finish shooting bullets, they will have to fight these monsters in a bloody hand-to-hand battle.

That is a scene that all dwarf commanders don't want to see. Hand-to-hand combat means that they can no longer consume the stone palate with fortifications and bunkers, but have to carry out a real "digital exchange".

Although there are many outstanding warriors and assassins among dwarves, their physical strength is inherently much weaker than that of their neighbor dwarves, so they rely more on their smart brains.

"I don't know too well. After the massive impact of the Stonejaw Monster, their numbers suddenly became scarce, and their pace became very strange."

Strange pace?

Griffin looked at the square and the street that were the battlefield, and the stone palate monsters were running around in twos and threes, and sometimes they ran into each other in a panic.

These stone palate monsters have completely lost their previous ferocious energy, but it seems that they are afraid and avoiding something...

Griffin looked at the back of the square that was blocked by flames and black smoke, and ordered, "Don't worry about what the stone palate is doing, hold on to the position, once the stone palate approaches, immediately use the guy in your hand to give me Greet them fiercely!"

"Yes! Captain!"

...

Grommash stepped on the corpse of a tall stone palate somewhat boringly. He heard the flames and smoke on the other side, and the little dwarfs seemed to shout loudly.

Kicked away the unthreatening beast with a kick, Grommash held his battle axe and walked through the tunnel of "corpse all over the wild".

Here, a swarm of cavemen fell. This is exactly the masterpiece of Gromash just now. Although the proposal to use the normal plague was rejected, the magic plague is still a little monster that can’t kill these ants. Great way.

Compared with the real plagues created through alchemy, magical transformation, and biological experiments, the magical plagues erupt more quickly. These "plagues" formed by dark magic are like real plagues that can spread quickly between individuals.

It's just that the duration of the magical plague is not long-lasting. They will quickly consume the vitality of the living and turn it into a source of power for their own transmission, which makes the infected person die at an extremely fast speed.

Even you may only need to be a few meters away from the last victim, and the death energy that dissipates quickly will not erode your life.

However, this is unrealistic for the cave dwellers who are almost crowded in the tunnel.

Under the death knight’s magical plague, their vigorous vitality has become the nourishment for the rapid outbreak and contagion of the plague. These magic directly robbed them of their vitality and soul, and after they fell, the burst of dark energy would still Inflicts secondary damage to surrounding stone palate monsters.

So Grommash almost moved his fingers without any effort. The weak stone palates died one by one, and they left hundreds of corpses in an instant.

What surprised Gromash was that although some of the strong stone palates could not completely exempt the plague from damage, they did not die immediately, and they were able to roar and attack Gromash.

Unfortunately, although these guys are stronger and more fierce than their compatriots, to Gromash, they are just beasts.

In Draenor, he tried hunting the orcs of Gron, these even the weakest orcs could easily deal with more than a dozen brainless beasts, and Gromash had no interest in destroying them.

"How does it feel to harvest life?" Orgrim walked over from the other end of the tunnel, and he asked, looking at the corpses under Grommash's feet.

"Their blood just insulted my axe." Grommash wiped the blood from Gorehowl with his arm. Grommash's expression became a little sad when he looked at this weapon that had accompanied him for a lifetime.

Orgrim noticed the change in Gromash, and he smiled softly, "What's wrong? After'surviving' again, even the weapons are not used to it?"

"This axe shouldn't be held by a dead orc. It's no different from the stupid act of bringing the weapon into the grave." Grommash sighed. "Orgrim, tell me if I can hold it. Send away."

"Of course, we are the Dark Legion of the Lich King, but he didn't deprive us of our free will, did he?" Orgrim raised his rune hammer, "My weapon is not for the Thrall boy. Now, after the things here are dealt with, do what you want first, my brother."

Grommash stared into Orgrim's eyes for a long time, then said slowly, "Thank you, my brother."

Orgrim grinned. He patted Gromash on the shoulder and walked towards the entrance of another tunnel. "Go, there is still work to be done. Anubrekan has taken his spider. The demon is going to hunt the casters in the stone palate, we have to go and collect some souls for the big lich."

"These are not enough?" Grommash frowned as he looked at the corpse of the Stone Palatine.

"I've seen it. These guys have some flaws in their souls. I don't know if it is because their intelligence is not much different from that of beasts. We need more numbers to make up for the flaws."

In Orgrim's rune warhammer, the transparent soul of a stone palate monster emerged. He grabbed it with one hand and threw it to Gromash.

After catching this soul, the extra part of Grommash's mind that seemed to be born with necromantic knowledge made him instantly understand that the soul of the stone palate seems to be...different?

Their souls seem to be incomplete, even more mutilated than those with sufficient intelligence, but it seems that when the souls of multiple stone palatine monsters gather together, they manifest a strange "integrity" sense".

"These dirty monsters are really strange, they give me a very unnatural feeling."

Orgrim said to himself, then disappeared into the dark tunnel.