Cat Princess and Human Knight

At this moment, the rocky hills resembled a giant funnel.

The once balanced system of three rivers and three mountains relied on the fact that the elevation was high in the north and low in the south, with each layer decreasing in altitude.

From west to east, Eagle Beak Mountain, Cat Back Mountain, and Green Mountain, along with the surrounding hills, continuously branch off the Broken Ridge River that flows through Eagle Beak Pass, forming Bloodthorn River, Anvil River, and Sentinel River from north to south.

The tributary basins of these three broken-ridged rivers formed the economic foundation of the scree hills, providing irrigation for the land and water transport for logistics.

Now, a huge crater has been blasted into Maobei Mountain, and the Duanji River is flowing directly into the central basin between Maobei Mountain and Cuishan Mountain, submerging countless farmlands.

The central region has been turned into a vast expanse of water, and it remains uncertain whether the southeastern Golden Corridor can maintain its status as a water transport hub due to the significant reduction in the water volume of the Sentinel River.

The nobles of the scree hills no longer cared about the nomadic cats. The seeds that had just been sown in spring were flooded in the central basin of the scree hills, and the southeastern plains were sure to suffer from water shortages as well.

With both inflows and outflows, this year's grain yield could potentially drop by 50%, making flood control and drought prevention an urgent matter for the nobles of the rocky hills.

As for those nomadic cats who were defeated and fled, with their livelihoods ruined, who has time to care where they die?

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Sentinel Riverbank.

Blackhand Warchief stood beside Ner'zhul, watching the endless stream of defeated soldiers crossing the river, and he spoke.

"Great Shaman, is this really necessary?"

Ner'zhul, the hairless cat, had turned completely dark black, and his eyes were pitch black, with no distinction between the whites and pupils.

"Slam your cane to the ground," Ner'zhul said.

"Those lunatics, the Ash Knights, are still pursuing us. If we want to retreat safely, we must shake them off. Burn the bridge immediately."

Black Hand hesitated.

"But we still have half of our cats that haven't crossed the river, including many elites from various clans. How are we going to explain this to their clans later?"

Ner'zhul looked at Blackhand with his emotionless, dark eyes and said calmly.

"We have lost. We did not recover a single grain of food in this battle. The 20% food shortage caused by the white disaster is still tormenting our people."

With the morale of the defeated troops low, it was no longer possible for us to raid Starfall Plains.

If the elite warriors of those clans were still there, would the old, weak, sick, and disabled left behind in their clans obediently offer up their food?

The cats of the Black Eye Clan and the Shadowmoon Clan cannot go hungry. We must have enough force to subdue the other clans, so we cannot let the warriors of those clans go home.

Only in this way can your position as Great Chieftain be secure.

Black Hand nodded.

"I understand, but Orgrimmar is still on the other side..."

Ner'zhul shook his head.

"I saw it with my own eyes; he was with Grom, and his loyalty to you has wavered."

Black Hand breathed heavily for a moment, then walked down with red eyes.

"Brave warriors of the Black Eyes, pour oil on them!"

The clan cats crossing the river discovered that the warriors of the Black-Eyed Clan were pouring oil at the bridgehead, and the Black-Handed Chieftain was standing there with a torch.

The cats were in a frenzy, each one trying to rush across the bridge in fear. As they pushed and shoved each other, more and more cats fell into the water and were swept away by the swift current.

Blackie reached out to light the fire, but an arrow flew from afar and landed right in front of his feet.

Blackhand whirled around, his pupils contracting. He saw a troop of snow leopard riders galloping towards him, led by a Norwegian forest cat—Durotan, who should have died long ago.

Blackhand's guards drew their weapons and protected him, Blackhand shouted.

"Durotan! I knew it all along! You traitor to the nomadic cats! You lackey from the north!"

Durotan dismounted from the leopard and walked over alone.

"No! Blackhand, you are the cat who betrayed the nomadic cat pack!"

You, and Ner'zhul behind you, have rejected the glory of the Earth Mother, sided with the Dark God, and led the nomadic cats into the abyss!

Black Hand, outwardly fierce but inwardly weak, pointed at the Snow Leopard Cavalry behind Durotan.

"Nonsense! Look behind you, those are Snow Leopard Knights of the Ice Scar Knights!"

The nomadic cats always handle their own affairs; when have they ever relied on outsiders?

Durotan raised the Frostfang Battle Banner behind him and planted it fiercely in the ground.

"You're right, Blackhand. The future of the Nomad Cats must be decided by ourselves!"

Come, I challenge you, Mag'gora of Honor! As Chieftain of the Frostfang Clan, I challenge you to settle this dispute in the traditional way!

Blackhand was speechless for a moment, and Ner'zhul had already walked up to him and cackled.

"Durotan, you are not qualified to initiate Mak'gora."

After your betrayal of the Nomad Cats and your betrayal to the Shattered Hills were exposed, the Frostfang Clan was expelled from the Nomad Cats!

Durotan said solemnly.

"My journey to the Shattered Hills was the will of the Earth Mother. It was you who blocked the Earth Mother's oracle, leading the nomadic cats into a desperate situation!"

Ner'zhul roared.

"Who can prove it?"

"I'll prove it!"

Blackhand and Ner'zhul turned around at the same time. Behind them, at the bridgehead, the cats parted and two tall Siberian forest cats emerged.

They were covered in wounds, but they held their heads high. As they passed by, the clan cats beat their chests, bowed their heads, and paid their respects.

Grom raised his axe, pointed it at Blackhand, and cursed.

"The Ash Knights appeared on the battlefield. Those fanatical followers of the Earth Mother Goddess would not fight for any cat. Only the will of the Mother Goddess could command them to join the mortal battlefield."

Black Hand, you fear the clans will discover the truth, so you plotted to burn down the bridge so that we would all die at the hands of the Ash Knights.

You shameless coward!

Ner'zhul said Durotan wasn't qualified to initiate Mak'gora. Fine, then let me do it!

Grom pulled out the battle flag of the Howling Clan from behind him, and was about to challenge Blackhand when Orgrimmar stopped him.

"Grom said angrily."

"Orgrimmar, at this point, are you still going to side with this coward?!"

Orgrimmar shook his head.

"No, I should be the one to start the Makgora Cat!"

Black Hand, look at me!

Pick up your weapons, I'm going to unleash the Magora! You are unworthy to be the chieftain of the Black-Eyed Clan, I'm going to kill you!

Warriors of the Black Eye Clan, lay down your weapons. Until I finish my duel with Black Hand, he is no longer your chieftain, and you have no obligation to protect his safety.

This is the sacred honor of Magora!

The warriors of the Black-Eyed Clan looked at each other, and when one cat stepped back, the others followed suit.

Other clans challenge the Blackeyes clan, and they are willing to fight to the death for their clan's honor, but Orgrimmar is the second-in-command of the Blackeyes clan and Blackhand's lieutenant.

The challenge he initiated, Makgora, was a chieftain challenge within the Black Eyes clan, so the warriors of the Black Eyes clan naturally wouldn't stop him.

Blackhand looked at Ner'zhul, who nodded slightly. Blackhand stepped forward, planted the Blackeye Clan's battle banner in the ground, and roared.

"Come, Orgrimmar, I will take off your feverish head and let it cool down forever."

Blackhand, clad in heavy armor and wielding a giant hammer, stood in the center of the arena, while the cats retreated, clearing enough space for the duel.

Looking at the battered and bruised Orgrimmar, Blackhand was filled with confidence.

He was already stronger than Orgrimmar, and he commanded from the rear throughout the war, unlike Orgrimmar who was both the vanguard and the rearguard. His stamina and injuries further widened the gap between the two.

Makgora will win this match!