The Fate of the Gunman

"If you don't get up again, I'm going to carry you!"

Grom Hellscream, who knew he couldn't resist Thrall, had to stand up.

At this time, he was still wearing a lot of bandages. It was obvious that he was seriously injured, even if he had Lancer, the half-hanging paladin, and Thrall, the shaman. He could not recover in a short time, whether it was taken internally or externally. It is indispensable.

When he opened the tent with Thrall’s support, the harsh sound was also transmitted into his ears at the same time. Obviously, in order to let him rest well, the tent he stayed in was set up with a sound-proof spell, but it was originally noisy when he walked out of the tent. The camp suddenly became quiet, but it didn't last for a few seconds and I didn't know who led the cheers, and waves of cheers swept over.

"Grom, what are you doing in a daze, everyone is still waiting for you!"

After speaking, he felt that he was being gently pushed from behind and the whole person walked forward two steps involuntarily, and soon the crowd fell silent again.

Grom Hellscream hesitated after looking at countless or admired or excited eyes, and raised his bandaged right hand.

"The orcs will never be slaves!!"

After shouting, he also took a half step back and stood quietly beside Thrall. It was obvious that he was giving more opportunities to this gradually mature young man.

Suddenly, the camp of the tribe became a sea of ​​joy.

At the same time, Lancer was rushing towards the night elf sentry under the leadership of Medivh. After getting there, the journey would be a lot easier with the help of the mount, but——————

"Just say what you want to say, it's really weird to see a bird with a tangled face."

"I just still can't figure out why Lancer simply agreed to cooperate with the orcs."

"Can’t figure it out? It’s actually very simple, you know, I’m not a person in this world, and I’m just a passerby to this world. Naturally, there is no real hatred between me and the orcs. Actually, The opposition between me and them comes from my'friends', so I am more able to calm down when facing some problems."

Lancer sighed involuntarily.

"The current situation is too special. The Burning Legion, which has destroyed countless worlds in the legend, is eyeing this world again. No matter how much combat power it prepares, it cannot be reassuring. The hatred with the orcs can be settled after the war, but At least now we must unite all the forces that can be united."

Lancer clenched his fists involuntarily.

"I don't forgive the orcs for what they did, because I have witnessed the Stormwind Kingdom destroyed by the war. Their homes were destroyed by the Burning Legion. I do sympathize with them, but this is not the reason why the world needs to suffer. Their identity I have changed from a victim to a perpetrator, but if I can use them to protect my friends, I won’t refuse, so it seems that I’m particularly hypocritical? The orc named Thrall is so grateful to me, and I hope It’s just using them."

Looking at Lancer's self-deprecating smile, Medivh patted him on the shoulder.

"It's nothing. We are not gods. We naturally have our own selfishness. This is normal, and you have done a lot, Lancer. At least this time the orcs may be our help! If they can contribute to a certain degree It is recognized by everyone in the alliance that they at least have a'chance', which is obtained because of you. So don't worry, since we were able to repel the Burning Legion back then, we can do the same this time!"

Looking at Medivh's firm expression, Lancer just smiled bitterly and said nothing.

Although the continent of Lordaeron was not damaged too much by undead natural disasters because of his intervention, even the high elves survived a lot, Lordaeron was almost undamaged, and Dalaran was floating there quietly. , It can be said that compared to the original timeline, the force this time is much more.

It is a pity that the enemy they face is too powerful, and no amount of preparation can give Lancer enough security.

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ps: I recently went to work + codewords and didn’t have time to go to the nostalgic service, but when I saw this picture from a friend who used to play, my expression suddenly became very subtle, and I suddenly wondered whether to go back to the nostalgic service... After all, I miss school. When I was playing games with my friends, my former classmates and friends in the trade union basically all go to work, and I don’t have time to play together...

Chapter 93—Pros and Cons, Gains and Losses

Under the leadership of Medivh, the two quickly found the night elf outpost near the orc camp. Using the mounts in the outpost, the two quickly got in touch with the Alliance forces who had disembarked and logged in.

Many people looked at him in surprise when the a little embarrassed Lancer returned. After all, he just said that he had something to leave. But after returning for a long time, normal people would be surprised.

But the news that Lancer brought back surprised them even more.

"What?! You went to Ashenvale and met the orcs there? Could it be that these injuries were left by the orcs!"

The Paladin was a profession that appeared to fight the orcs, and Uther, as the head of the Knights of the Silver Hand, had fought with these green-skinned orcs countless times, and he immediately thought of the group of violent enemies.

But Lancer shook his head.

"No, this is not left by the orcs, but by an abyss lord named'Mannoroth' when he exposed himself. In fact, I and the'man' went to confirm that the orcs killed Lord Cenarius. Yes, after arriving at the camp, we communicated with the chief of the orc tribe, Thrall, to know the cause and effect of this incident."

Lancer drank the blood of Mannoroth from Grom Hellscream and then killed the demigod Cenarius. Finally, he took all the orcs who drank the blood of Mannoroth and killed Mannoroth by himself. After a brief description, everyone's expressions are extremely serious.

Although everyone was surprised that the orcs killed the Lord of the Abyss, in fact everyone did not appreciate the other party at all. In their opinion, this is basically no different from a dog biting a dog. After all, Uther has countless comrades, disciples, and younger generations. He died at the hands of an orc, which is why Uther changed his usual gracious image and became extremely strong and unreasonable when Lord Foding was on trial.

As for Sylvanas, she also has no affection for the orcs. Her brother almost died at the hands of the orcs. It was Lothar's patrol who rescued the opponent, and her sister'sacrificed' to close the dark gate. , How could she have a good impression of orcs?

Fortunately, Lancer never expected to rely on his own words to reconcile the two sides. After all, there are too many warriors in the alliance or the tribe who sacrificed in the battle. They all have their own righteousness, beliefs and persistence. This is not at all Things that words can change.

"Everyone, although it may not be suitable for me, the situation is special now. If the orcs can join the ranks of the Burning Legion, how many casualties can we reduce? You can treat this as a deal, or even use it."

As Lancer's voice fell, everyone was silent, but it was Uther who responded in the end.

The veteran who participated in the second orc war did not directly deny Lancer's words, but began to analyze the pros and cons to him with a serious expression.

"Lancer, I know what you said is very reasonable, but you should also know that war is not just a paper talk. It seems to increase troops, but in fact it has a lot of influence. The simplest point is if you want to fight the orcs Fight together, then how much force do we need to arrange to guard against each other? Although they killed the abyss lord named Mannoroth, who can guarantee that this is not a bitter trick? If the opponent suddenly turns back on the battlefield, will the original line be thorough? Collapse? Even if they are really willing to cooperate with us, but fighting with the enemy who has ravaged their hometown, how much morale can be left because of the enemy's strength? In addition to too many unstable factors, I will I will not list them one by one."

Although Lancer once served as an imperial general, and even after his death he was titled as the highest title of the imperial army, the "General Protector of the Country", but in fact Lancer was only a general rather than a commander in command. He took many things for granted. Up.

Seeing Lancer's somewhat disappointed expression, Uther also patted his shoulder.

"Lancer, you don’t need to be too lost. Although there are many factors of instability, if we can handle it well, it can indeed increase us a lot of bargaining chips. However, specific matters need to be discussed after reaching the night elves. , It’s too early for both me and you to conclude."

Although according to Lothar, Lancer and them should be contemporaries, but because Lancer's too young appearance still made Uther involuntarily regard Lancer as a junior, let alone because Lancer helped Lordaeron. To avoid disasters, his disciples have also taken the most important step. His willingness to help Lancer can be said to be from the heart.

And when he heard the other party's analysis, Lancer nodded helplessly and stopped saying anything. After all, what the other party said made sense.

Looking at Lancer's somewhat lost back, Sylvanas seemed to want to step forward to comfort him, but when she saw Olga Marie and the Zero class who had surrounded him, she finally retracted the right foot she was going to step out. .

However, it was obvious that Sylvanas seemed to have forgotten that there were two other people besides her because he cared too much about Lancer.

Uther glanced at the women around Lancer and Sylvanas who was obviously wrong. He involuntarily pinched the beard on his chin.

'Lancer is not a curse of some kind of girl, right?'

It is true that being surrounded by women is a man’s dream, and Uther can also understand it, but none of the women surrounding each other seems to belong to the type that likes to share with others. Isn’t this a curse?If Lancer's strength is weaker, there may be a "Lancer War", if everyone is regardless of victory or defeat, there may even be a magical picture of everyone taking a part.

On the other side, the nobleman from the high elves kept his hands behind him and kept silent, but looked at Lancer and Sylvanas’ eyes with a strange light gleaming, as if he was planning. But he decided it would be better to report it to Kael'thas.

Only the leader of the team knows about the orcs, and because it’s so important, everyone unconsciously chose to be silent. At least no one was arrogant before reaching the night elves for a formal meeting. After all, this fact is true. It's too big, no one wants to get involved.

A large number of coalition forces continued to approach the destination under the leadership of the night elf guide, until Lancer was stunned when he saw the people coming to greet them in front of the camp a few days later.

"Varian? Muradin?!"

Hearing Lancer's exclamation, the two people standing at the forefront of the welcoming team couldn't help laughing together.

"Lancer, long time no see."

Varian is still full of majesty as always, while Muradin is more casual.

"Haha~! I didn't expect it! We were the first to arrive! We will have a good drink later."

Muradin is still very enthusiastic as always.

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