I have a shop in Azeroth

(A few words to start with, because there are a lot of comments and reactions on the panel, I will try to write less in the future. Also, the protagonist is still a leader, but very close to the legendary type. Some people say that the story is a bit watery. Indeed, as a new author, I will have such problems. In the future, I will try to focus on the key points!)

Orgrim has captured Grantown, and now the orcish troops can move more freely in this area. Only a small number of scattered human troops are still resisting here. Stormwind's defense line in Elwynn Forest is now extremely tight, so the orcs want to attack Redridge Mountains and then pass through its interior directly to the center of Elwynn Forest.

Lothar was still in the southern part of Redridge Mountains, later known as the Ripper Valley, alert to the orcs' possible attack again. He was standing on the mountainside, looking at the situation at the foot of the mountain. He was accompanied by many well-equipped Stormwind soldiers. They had built a simple temporary camp on the mountainside to guard against the orcs' attack. A soldier trotted over to the mountainside where Lothar was. This soldier was a soldier at the Triangle Road outpost. After seeing Lothar, he straightened his back and reported to

"General, two strange 'wizards' have appeared at the outpost. They claim to have important news for you and want to see you. They claim this news is related to intelligence about the orcs."

"oh!"

Lothar was a little surprised. So far, they didn't know much about these orcs who suddenly appeared. Because of the language barrier, even if they caught the orcs, it would be difficult for them to obtain effective intelligence. So who could do something that even the army couldn't do!

"Yes, I agree to their request and bring them here. We are in great need of intelligence about these green-skinned races."

Wu Yue and Evans arrived at the west of Redridge Mountains. According to Evans' investigation, Lothar was leading his army to confront the orcs at the foot of the mountain. For the first time, the orcs tasted the power of human soldiers here. When the human cavalry rushed down the mountain, many orcs fell under their iron cavalry. Blackhand had to lead his troops to withdraw from Redridge Mountains, leaving only a part of the troops at the foot of the mountain.

This time, Evans took Wu Yue through the mountains. For such a short distance, Evans was more convenient than Wu Yue. They did not directly enter Lothar's military camp. During the war, everyone was very cautious. Wu Yue and Evans appeared at the triangular intersection of Redridge Mountains, which was the necessary path from Elwynn Forest to Redridge Mountains.

There was a checkpoint at the triangular intersection. After Wu Yue demonstrated his special powers, he told the soldiers at the checkpoint that he had intelligence about the orcs to pass on to General Lothar. Only then were the soldiers at the checkpoint willing to convey Wu Yue's request to meet with Lothar in person.

Lothar returned to the northern entrance of the camp on the mountainside and looked into the distance at the two wizards who were about to arrive. Many figures appeared in the distance. They were Wu Yue, Evans, and dozens of soldiers traveling with them. These soldiers were not at ease with Wu Yue, a stranger with magical powers, so many soldiers traveled with him.

When Wu Yue approached, Lothar recognized the young man who had saved him. He walked towards Wu Yue very cordially. Although Wu Yue had said that Stormwind was about to be conquered by those greenskins, Lothar thought it was more of a warning and it could not change the fact that Wu Yue saved them. When Wu Yue's team approached Lothar, they stopped.

Then Wu Yue suddenly winked at Evans, and before anyone could react, Evan's shadow enveloped three people: Wu Yue, Lothar, and himself. The soldiers next to them had their eyes covered by the shadow and lost their vision. After regaining their vision, the only thing they could do was to inform their king of this terrible fact: General Lothar had been kidnapped!

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Lothar experienced Wu Yue's feelings again: trapped in this dark space, unable to move, unable to see, with a distorted sense of perception, constantly spinning. Wu Yue suspected this was one of the characteristics of this space, its peculiarities making it impossible for Lothar to struggle. Evans led the two directly to the northern part of the Headwind Trail.

Deadwind Pass is the only passage between Duskwood and the Swamp of Sorrows. No minerals are produced here, and no plants can grow on this cursed land. Even insects are unwilling to make it their nest.

The only thing worth mentioning is that this is where the Guardian Medivh once lived. The Tower of Medivh in southern Karazhan is where the Guardian Medivh resides. It used to be a mage tower that existed to protect Azeroth, but now, if it is not handled properly, it will become a nightmare for the entire Azeroth.

After the three men landed on the ground one after another, only Lothar touched his chest tightly and gasped for breath. Wu Yue saw Lothar like this and understood a little. Evans should have taken extra care of him when he took him through the first time. Otherwise, it would not make sense. He originally had no special reaction except falling to the ground, and his strength was not strong at that time.

Lothar looked around and immediately recognized that this was the passage between Duskwood and the Swamp of Sorrows, the Headwind Trail. The environment here was very unique and always gloomy. From time to time, there were crows cawing on the narrow road. He looked at Wu Yue and Evans and felt a little angry.

"You didn't bring me here for an outing during the war, did you?"

The moment Losa finished speaking, Wu Yue raised his hand to his mouth, made a gesture of silence, and then pointed to a bend in the mountain road, where some light footsteps and extremely weak breathing sounds could be heard.

An orc holding a spear suddenly ran out from the bend. His spear was already on his shoulder. As long as its owner could find the enemy, it could take his life. After the orc lurked over, he saw only the empty ground. There were not many trees on the headwind trail, and there was no place to hide except the winding mountain road. It happened that this section of the mountain road was a rare road without too many bends. If there was someone here, it was judged that he would not be able to reach the bend at the end of the road in a short time.

"It seems I have thought too much. This damn place is too gloomy." The orc thought, he slowly put down the spear in his hand, and then shouted in orcish language to the road behind him.

"Come out, there are no humans here."

A group of orcs came out from the bend one after another. They seemed a little disappointed. It was a pity for them not to be able to taste the blood of the enemy again, but it didn't matter, they would taste the blood soon.

The orcs, having made sure there were no enemies, were in a state of relaxation when a sudden commotion erupted among the group of orcs who had emerged. One orc swung an axe at his companion, striking him in the neck. The orc, struck in the neck, was unable to recover and collapsed to the ground. The orcs beside him loudly rebuked him, accusing him of betraying his compatriots and clan, but the orc who had killed his compatriot ignored them.

He seemed to be immersed in some kind of competitive and bloodthirsty mood, and even forgot himself. This was very abnormal. Even if the orcs drank the blood of the devil, they would not massacre their compatriots for no reason.

Just as the orc who slaughtered his companions was subdued, the same thing happened to another orc. He picked up the long sword seized from the human and stabbed it into the back of an orc who was facing away from him, piercing his entire body.

Then the orcs seemed to have gone crazy. They kept waving their weapons at each other, and an inexplicable civil war broke out. However, all this seemed normal in another sense. After all, they were consumed by their own bloodthirsty emotions and slaughtered their compatriots.

The battle ended quickly under the madness of the orcs, and their blood and corpses were scattered all over the land. The whole scene looked even a little ridiculous. The blood on their bodies was caused by their compatriots, not the enemy. One orc even used up his last bit of strength before dying and stabbed the spear in his hand into the shoulder of his compatriot.

Even though he was dead now, his hands were still tightly gripping the spear. On the other side was the corpse of an orc with a pierced left shoulder. He was bleeding continuously and then died with an extremely hideous expression.

The only one alive was the orc who had explored the way at the beginning. He knelt in the pile of corpses, holding a bloody spear in his hand. There was a long wound on his head, and blood was all over his face, but he couldn't hide the confusion on his face. He didn't understand why his compatriots would kill each other. At this time, three shadows covered his kneeling body on the ground.

He raised his head weakly and saw three humans slowly walking towards him.