klisemfg Chapter 276 Frostwolf Den
Chapter 276 Frostwolf Den
"Hello, is there a doctor here?"
Lorraine was getting anxious. He asked the orc guards under the Horde's banner in Undead, but they just glanced at him indifferently and walked away to continue their guard duty.
The orcs also saw the beautiful human woman in his arms, but none of the guards uttered a single question. They simply stood guard around the wooden stake, watching the road below and the Sofia Highlands diagonally opposite.
Lorraine was somewhat at a loss. After pondering for a while, he recalled that during recruit training, the instructor had mentioned that the Horde members spoke Orcish and Trollish languages, Tauren and Undead languages, and the newly joined Blood Elves all had their own languages.
Perhaps the orcs couldn't understand his undead language?
Lorraine also speaks a unique universal language, which is how he and Eileen communicate...
When Eileen saw the tall, burly orc guard in Lorraine's arms, she couldn't help but feel a little scared, shrinking back slightly and clinging tightly to Lorraine's neck. He thought Eileen was about to give up.
Lorraine cried out, "Doctor, I need a doctor! Does anyone speak Necromancer?"
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The Frostwolf Den is located on the northeast side of Alteran Mountain, in a sheltered and open area.
Outside the cave is a platform. The Frostwolf orcs reinforced the surrounding mounds with wood. The cave is not easy to find. The bright red tribal flag flying on top of the water tower can be seen from both the mountaintop and the foot of the mountain. It is a high-profile declaration of sovereignty that Alterac Valley belongs to the Frostwolf clan.
Several frost wolf banners surrounded the tribal banner, their wolf head markings clearly visible, fluttering in the wind.
Because it was sheltered from the wind, the entrance to the den was quite warm, with braziers providing continuous warmth and lighting just a short distance from the entrance. Orc laborers and Forsaken recruits filed in; the cave was deep, and more soldiers were waiting inside to enter the valley for battle.
It's unknown how many will survive the battlefield, or when true victory will be achieved... Perhaps only by being completely annihilated or being annihilated by the enemy can Alterac Valley return to peace.
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Messengers frequently ran back and forth, reporting on the situation on the battlefield within Alteran Valley. The garrison commander at the gate would then expedite the requisition of supplies and manpower, and send messengers down the mountain to deliver military intelligence, depending on the situation. Lorraine watched the messengers ride their black wolves down the mountain and couldn't help but envy the messengers' black wolf mounts.
Judging from their route down the mountain, it should be the same path I take back to Undercity.
Healing Eileen's injuries is the top priority right now, and a visit to General Drek'Thar, the leader of the Frostwolf Clan, is also on the agenda. However, judging from the current situation, Lorraine estimates that they won't even be able to get through the gates of Alterac Valley.
"Time is money, my friend. Do you need help?"
The orcs ignored Lorraine, and no one chased him away. Most people outside were busy with their own things when suddenly a voice came from outside. Lorraine looked down and saw a goblin greeting him, seemingly offering to help him.
Goblin?
There are goblins here!
"You can understand the language of the dead! That's great! Little guy, can you help me find a doctor? I have wounded people here who need urgent treatment."
"Little fellow? Oh, necromancer, you're quite rude. Jacob is the special envoy of Smokewood Ranch, in charge of food supplies. It's thanks to our Smokewood Ranch providing high-quality, inexpensive food and drink that the Alliance and the Horde are able to wage war here..."
A goblin with sharp teeth, short stature, a pointed and high nose, deep-set eyes, and a truly terrifying face; a short, green body, yet it was talking loudly.
Lorraine didn't want to listen to his nonsense; his goal was to save people.
"Can you find a doctor? I'm willing to pay."
"Jacob is neutral. We're just merchants, we don't participate in wars, and we treat all customers equally... No one dares to offend us. The Azeroth Post Office and the Venture Capital Firm are both businesses owned by trading tycoons... Sigh. Didn't you just say you wanted to pay? Pay! Great! 20 gold coins, and I can tell you the secrets of every doctor in Alterac Valley... If you pay more, I'll bring you a doctor right away..."
The goblin instantly abandoned his arrogance and rubbed his hands together with a wicked grin.
"20 gold coins! That's so expensive..."
"What! You think it's too expensive? I think it's too expensive too! Look at this desolate wilderness... Our Trade Guild members have traveled all this way to sell exquisite delicacies from Yanlin Ranch. It's a complete waste to let these big guys and you damned undead treat us like this. 20 gold coins, a truly fair discount..."
Eileen had never seen a goblin before, just as she rarely saw orcs. In places like Undercity and Dalaran, she was extremely cautious. Now, hearing the goblin talking non-stop, she couldn't help but scrutinize the legendary goblin merchant, looking at Lorraine with a mixture of suspicion and anticipation.
Lorraine currently only has 32 gold coins, which were loot he picked up during the battle of Ambermill.
The days that followed were filled with bumpy travel, and although no money was spent, it was still hard to bear the thought of it.
After all, items in the Dalaran shops often cost hundreds or even thousands of gold. Lorraine saw a unique spellbook that could teach the Transfiguration spell "Black Cat," and it was priced at over 3000 gold...
The 32 gold coins I had seemed pitiful...
He once thought it was a huge sum of money.
It wasn't until I arrived in Dalaran that I realized I was a country bumpkin.
Lorraine hesitated, feeling Eileen's gaze... then hardened her heart: "20 gold coins it is, Jacob, right? Please hurry, my friend needs treatment. Preferably a professional doctor."
"Okay, here's the money!"
Lorraine, through Eileen, rummaged around a bit and found the magic pouch. She pulled out a handful of gold coins, but holding Eileen made it inconvenient, and before she could even count out 20, the goblin snatched them away...
The goblins, absorbed in the joy of counting their heavy, glittering gold coins, seemed to have completely forgotten Lorraine's request to find a doctor.
"Jacob, where's the doctor?"
"A doctor? What doctor? Where would we find one in this desolate wilderness? The nearest medical station is in Hammerfall, where the Forsaken's surgical medical team is located. The Frostwolf Clan's tradition is to fend for yourself! Hah..."
The goblin Jacob turned to leave, but after two seconds of stunned silence, Lorraine suddenly flew into a rage!
"You liar, you damned goblin, how dare you lie to me... Do you know who I am?"
"I don't know, and I don't care who you are. Please get out of my sight; you're blocking Jacob's business... Get out of my way, you undead..."
After the goblin received Lorraine's hard-earned money, he immediately turned his back on him. Lorraine's habit of paying upfront in business was taught to him by his stupid teacher, and he himself had no sense of caution.
In his panic, only one thing was on his mind: saving lives. Panic only leads to chaos.
Trusting the goblins, he was tricked out of 20 gold coins. Even his teacher couldn't stand it anymore, criticizing Lorraine for not being careful. He didn't seem like a plague messenger who had experienced countless life-or-death battles; he was more like a naive young human lad...
But the teacher didn't stop or remind her just now.
Now it's hindsight...
It can only be said that the master and apprentice completely underestimated the power of the goblin merchant... or perhaps they were simply too naive.
Too easily fooled...
"What's all the noise about? This is a military area, who dares to make a fuss here!"
Lorraine and the goblin Jacob's argument was so loud that it attracted the attention of others. An undead warrior emerged from the Frostwolf den. Although he was undead, he wore a full set of Frostwolf armor, and the Frostwolf level 6 insignia hanging on his chest gleamed with a blue-gold light.
On his back lies an iron hammer shaped like a wild pig's head, symbolizing "unbreakable power."
A Level 11 officer, a Horde Lieutenant General! The newcomer was none other than Yerik & Frandi, the Chief Supply Officer of Undercity and Quartermaster of the Frostwolf Clan, responsible for supporting and managing their logistics.
On the tribal side, apart from a clan leader who is a general who leads an army, or a higher-ranking warlord, the rest are high-ranking warlords with the highest military rank.
Aside from high-ranking warlords like Thrall, high-ranking warlords are often addressed as "King," such as High Overlord Saurfang. Generals and warlords can also be called "King," and are often the leaders of a clan's army.
The tribe is composed of multiple different racial groups, and there are quite a few kings...
For example, Garrosh Hellscream of the Warsong Clan is now the Warsong Clan's overseer, also known as the Warsong King, and together with High Overlord Saurfang, he commands the Warsong Expeditionary Force.
The remaining smaller tribes mostly had generals, who were leaders one level below them...
For example, General Druktar, the current leader of the Frostwolf Clan.
Lieutenant General is already a high-ranking military officer...
Lorraine knew his stuff; seeing that the newcomer was also a Forsaken, he instinctively stood at attention and saluted...