At this moment, thousands of possibilities flashed through Kurdran's mind.
For a moment, Kurdran almost believed that this was a conspiracy.
What a perfect timing!
Eagle's Nest Mountain was being attacked and you came over there, and I didn't even ask for help!
This Duke is faster than those death merchants who come to resell arms when they smell war.
The next second, Kurdran smiled bitterly.
The entire Lordaeron continent was in chaos, and the Wildhammer dwarves were not unaware of it. The Wildhammer dwarves were not a completely isolated independent race. Even the merchants who often traveled to Aerie Mountain had told the Wildhammer dwarves that the entire continent was at war.
From the Silverpine Forest in the west to the Hillsbrad Foothills in the center, and then to the Arathi Highlands in the east, the Wildhammer dwarves' usual peace-loving nature made them subconsciously reject the information that war was approaching.
In fact, just two weeks ago, he had received a long letter from Magni Bronzebeard, detailing the orcs' unreasonable territorial demands and the most brutal genocide.
All those who resisted were executed.
Even if they surrendered, dwarf slaves who were considered troublesome or could not be supported would be executed.
When the overseer is in a bad mood, he will still execute them.
These extremely barbaric greenskins never take the lives of people other than their own race seriously.
In other words, they don't even take the lives of their own people seriously.
Unfortunately, this feeling is not good now. On one hand, there are bandits who rush into your garden with great momentum, and on the other hand, there is a treaty that is almost like a surrender?
Duke saw Kurdran's embarrassment and said, "No, no, no, great King of the Wildhammer. We are not the only ones coming. At the request of Magni Bronzebeard, one of the leaders of the Alliance, 50,000 elite Alliance soldiers have been deployed on the border of the Hinterlands. As long as you allow, the warriors of the Alliance will surely defeat these invaders for the Wildhammer clan. Don't worry, there are no additional conditions."
Dwarves are soft-hearted and will not tolerate hardship. Threats and inducements will only make them shoot you with a musket, and they would rather fight the orcs to the death than beg for mercy.
Duke's approach of first bribing and then kicking people into the guild at least made the Wildhammer dwarves feel more comfortable.
"Well, in the name of the King of the Wildhammer Dwarves, I accept the Alliance's kindness. As long as it is proven that what my relative said is true, the Wildhammer Dwarves will join your Alliance."
Duke smiled and sent a magical message: "Ilucia, tell General Seamus to advance as quickly as possible."
The elite troops of the Stormwind, who had already prepared for a forced march, abandoned all food and supplies, and trotted into Sintland carrying only weapons and equipment.
In the sky, Duke held Sylvanas's slender waist and ordered the Queen to rain arrows on the Horde running wildly on the ground. At the same time, Duke used the system AI's scan to mark the trolls hiding in the woods and quickly killed them with magic.
Yet there were still too many tribes.
Tribes all over the mountains swarmed towards Eagle's Nest Mountain in no formation.
Half a day later, it could be clearly seen in the sky that the green tide of the Horde and the silver steel torrent of mankind were colliding violently.
The well-trained elite soldiers of the Stormwind moved slowly under the command of General Seamus.
They formed a solid shield wall with protruding spears. Only those tribesmen who had been baptized by javelins thrown from behind the shield wall were qualified to face this terrible shield wall.
Any effort to sweep away the spears was in vain. Behind the two rows of sword and shield soldiers were three rows of spearmen, who repeatedly thrust and retracted their spears, ensuring that any orc had to face more than six spears at the same time, which was definitely beyond the limit of the orcs' martial arts.
The orcs slammed into the shield wall so hard that some parts of the wall were broken and the defenders there were unable to fully withstand the orcs' impact.
The subsequent rain of javelins gave the sword and shield soldiers time to repair their formation, and they quickly stepped over their fallen comrades and filled the gaps in the formation.
The trolls on the opposite side also threw spears over. These primitive and rough spears with stone heads did cause a lot of trouble to humans.
After all, the penetrating power of this javelin is still limited and cannot compare with the penetrating power of a metal spear head.
When Seamus ordered the sword and shield soldiers in the front to be increased to three rows, the formation was finally stabilized.
Waves of orcs struck against the shield wall, destroying less of it, but the Horde suffered a greater blow.
When the third wave of tribes arrived, the flamethrower team of the FFF regiment arrived and taught these tribes a lesson.
General Seamus was originally prepared for a fierce battle.
But after the initial wave of fierce attacks by the Horde, he was shocked to find that those who rushed out of the woods waving weapons were actually tribal laborers.
Although these laborers have a very good fighting spirit, can their combat power be compared with that of standard orc warriors? Not to mention the elite of the Blackrock Clan.
The overall reduction in height, strength, and speed made this battle more like a civil war between two human kingdoms.
When the sun set, the battlefield at the foot of Eagle's Nest Mountain was piled with the corpses of 40,000 orcs.
"A glorious victory!"
On the battlefield, the dwarven warriors fighting on the front line cheered enthusiastically, while their new allies, the human warriors, mostly just smiled faintly and did not show much excitement.
"Why, is it now fashionable among humans not to celebrate even victory?" asked a dwarf warrior.
"Believe me, every human warrior wearing the Griffin emblem has killed double-digit orcs. We have definitely seen many more orcs than you. But the orc laborers who came here today can't really excite us!" The elite warriors of the Griffin Legion replied.
Two hours later, in the throne room of Eagle's Nest Mountain, Kurdran Wildhammer received Duke and his party. He had thought that most of the human superiors were conservative old men.
Apparently his preconceived idea was wrong.
Except for a human general who was in his forties or fifties, everyone present looked too young.
Edmund Duke, a young man wearing a blue and white wizard robe, with a clean-shaven chin and a pair of deep black eyes, is their commander-in-chief.
Then there was a guy with a soft golden glow on his body, who called himself a 'Paladin'.
The last one was an elf girl with wild and rebellious temperament. Although Kurdran didn't think she was cute, her brave and strong figure still won Kurdran's favor.
Kurdran rarely saw so many special people. He was especially happy to see the dozens of barrels of fine wine that Duke later sent. Now, he was very happy to get to know these people.
Dwarves are only brothers with men who can drink. Kurdran secretly made up his mind that no matter whether Duke is thin and weak, anyone who can drink is a brother!