Chapter 16 Chapter fifteen

"Go!" shouted Doomhammer. "Get your things and move!" He looked at his warriors, and the clan leaders shouted, pushing and shoving his men to make them move. On your marks.Then he turned around, and Gul'dan stood by and waited patiently. "Is there something wrong?" Doomhammer asked. "I would like to stay here with my clan for a while longer," Gul'dan replied. "I have another plan for this storm altar, which will greatly help the tribe's campaign." Doomhammer frowned. He still didn't trust the small, ugly warlock, but he must admit that the two-headed ogre provided by Gul'dan played a vital role in the battle to capture Quel'Thalas. , although those damned dwarves and their griffins broke in and cost him a lot, but without these ogres, the Horde would not be able to regroup and break the alliance's defenses.In the end, he nodded, "Do what you have to do." He said to Gul'dan, "But don't take too long, we must concentrate all our strengths to capture Lordaeron quickly."

"I won't delay too long," Gul'dan assured with a smile. "You're right—speed is important." The way Gul'dan spoke made Doomhammer feel a little worried, and Zuluhed just walked over to report to him about the remaining guardians in the forest. Condition.The chief warlock also took the opportunity to avoid Doomhammer's sharp eyes and slipped away quietly. "We can't break their defenses," Chief Dragonmaw said, his anger outweighing his guilt. "Even a dragon can't do anything about it," he said emphatically, shaking his head. "Although their flames can cover the entire city, they can't burn inside, and their sharp claws are blocked by an invisible barrier."

"It's the Sunwell." Gul'dan walked back and rejoined the conversation. "This is the source of magic for the elves, providing them with supreme power." Warlocks should understand such things, Doomhammer thought suddenly. "Is there a way to drain it of its energy and destroy it? Or conversely control it for our use?" he asked. Gul'dan shook his head. "I've tried," he said. "I can feel his strength, but I'm not familiar with this thing, and I can't undo it." He scratched his bristly beard. "I guess only the elves can absorb its power, after all it's what they built the land on."

"Then can you use the altar to destroy their defenses?" Doomhammer continued. Gul'dan smiled again. "That's one of the things I'd like to try," he replied, "I'm not sure if it will work, but this altar is made of the elves' own runestones, which are also powered by the sunwell. .I may be able to use this relationship to send my mana to the source of the energy, and then destroy or control it." It is obvious which result Gul'dan will choose.Doomhammer didn't want Gul'dan to control the power though.But at least it's better than leaving it to those deadly elves.

"Do what you can," he said to Gul'dan again. "But breaking into Silvermoon City is only a secondary goal. Although we can't get in at the moment, they can't escape either." He turned to Zuluhed, who was standing aside and waiting for orders. "The same goes for your red dragon troops. If the Alliance deploys many soldiers in Lordaeron, we will need them. If you can't break through the elf defenses in a few days, then abandon this place and send your dragons. Join us." He glanced at Gul'dan who had just walked away. "Make sure Gul'dan and his warlocks stay with you."

Zuluhed laughed. "I'll take him, and if necessary, I'll order a dragon to swallow him and take him with me," he promised. Doomhammer nodded, telling Chieftain Dragonmaw to talk to his dragoons. He needed to make sure his Blackrock warriors were ready for their next battle objective. The Horde set off in about two hours.Gul'dan and Cho'gall watched the procession from Quel'Thalas.They strode across the branches scorched by dragonfire on the ground.At least one-third of the forest was burned in the fire, smoke filled the forest, and some unburned leaves hung alone on the trees.Soldiers were stationed here.Compared with the scorched forest covered with dead leaves, the open space outside is much more comfortable.Dust rose from under their feet and filled the foothills of the mountains ahead.Doomhammer strode forward at the head of the line, his weapon thumping lightly on his back and thigh as he walked.He did not look around, and could see that he had sufficient confidence that there was no danger anywhere near.

Wait until the last orc soldier disappears from view.Gul'dan turned to face Cho'gall. "Are we all ready?" The Twilight's Hammer chieftain had smiles on both faces. "Everything is ready," he replied. Gul'dan nodded, "Very well, tell your warriors that we will set off immediately, there is still a long way to go from here to the South China Sea." He stroked his beard, "Zulhed is concentrating on dealing with the elves City, and by the time he noticed we were gone it was too late." "What if he sends dragons to follow us?" Cho'gall, who was always brave, was also worried that these behemoths would suddenly fall from the sky.

"He won't do that." Gul'dan said with certainty. "He will not act alone without Doomhammer's order, which means that he must first report to Doomhammer and wait for an answer. We will quickly escape Doomhammer's jurisdiction. As long as Doomhammer Want that human city, and he won't send troops from the rest of his army after us." He laughed.After weeks of trying to get out of Doomhammer's grip so he could continue with his plans, the Warchief of the Horde finally had a perfect solution in his hands. Bringing himself with him, but the elf's defenses gave Gul'dan the perfect excuse to get rid of him.

"I'll go and see the warriors," Kogall agreed, and turned to leave.Gul'dan heard Cho'gall repeating his orders aloud. He nodded. This operation had been a long-awaited one for him. Getting closer and closer to your own destiny. Doomhammer moved step by step along a path in the mountain to the valley below.It was late at night, and the other orcs were already asleep, but he had something important to do.He moved silently, using his boots to test his footing on the old stone, holding the warhammer hanging behind his back with one hand to prevent it from bumping against the back and the stone wall, and stretching out the other hand Feeling the way forward.The half-missed moon hung above his head, and the moonlight shed was enough for him to distinguish the surrounding situation.Some insects chirped nearby.Other than that, there was no other sound from the mountain.

When he was very close to the bottom of the valley, he heard other sounds suddenly, it was the distant figure of an orc-sized figure—or something—moving awkwardly towards the bottom of the valley.Doomhammer stooped to the side of the path, and held the hammer off his shoulders in front of him.The sound grew louder, and Doomhammer watched cautiously.Soon he saw the cloaked figure coming down the last slope and into the valley. This is not so much a valley as it is a hiding place.It is about 20 feet wide and 15 feet deep, and there are cliffs on all sides, making this place sheltered by other rocks, making it a good shelter or hiding place, which is probably why we chose to meet here.

When Doomhammer looked at the man motionless, he was leaning against the stone wall panting for breath, then stood up and looked around, "Is anyone there?" the cloaked man whispered. "Here I am," Doomhammer responded, straightening up, jumping from between the rocks, and strode into the valley.The stranger straightened up too, taking a deep breath as Doomhammer approached.Doomhammer saw a longsword of fine workmanship hanging from his body, but it was not worn, and he realized that the stranger had never used it.He suddenly wanted to know why he always made deals with these cowards or conspirators?Why not be a fighter?Those people will directly express their attitude.He had seen the man who commanded the Alliance forces in Quel'Thalas, and another man who commanded Hillsbrad, and both had left a deep impression on him.They are all warriors, seeking honor and honoring strength and justice.But having said that, of course, this kind of warrior would not demand a meeting of this nature like the person in front of him. "You...you are Master Doomhammer?" the man stammered, flinching slightly, "You can speak the Common Tongue?" "I am Orgrim Doomhammer, Chieftain of the Blackrock Clan and Warchief of the Horde, and I understand your language." Doomhammer replied, "And you, human? You sent me the message ?" "It's me," the man replied, pulling his hood down to ensure that it completely covered his face. Doomhammer noticed that it was made of fine fabric, with a Has a beautiful pattern. "I figured it would be best if we could talk before anything... anything unpleasant happened to us." He spoke slowly, as if talking to a child. "That's good." Doomhammer looked around for a while, he wanted to know if this person had brought an assassin with him, even if there was, he would not be able to detect it just by smell and hearing.He had to take the risk and hope that this person would come alone as his message said. "I never thought that humans would contact me." Doomhammer said slowly, bowing slightly so that he could observe this person more easily, "Especially in this way, you humans use this method Connected? Through trained birds?" "That's one of the ways," the man replied. "I know that it is impossible for my people to send messages to you by approaching the tribal army, and I can't think of any other way, so I have to release a bird, have you killed it?" Doomhammer nodded, unable to hold back the grin on his face, he noticed that the man's face was sweating. "We didn't realize it was a messenger until we found the parchment around its legs, but it was too late. I just hope you didn't expect it to go back." The man stretched out a hand and waved it to indicate that it didn't matter. His hand was shaking, but his voice was still very calm. "Just a bird," he pointed out. "I'm more concerned with avoiding a more tragic casualty." Doomhammer nodded. "That's what you said in your letter. So, what do you want from me?" "A promise," the man replied. "About what?" "I just need a word from you. As a warrior and leader, you can restrain the actions of your men." He replied. "In these mountains, there is no killing, no looting, no destruction, or other atrocities. Let our cities, villages, and our people continue to live and work in peace." Doomhammer pondered his words, carelessly wiping the tip of his own hammer with one hand. "So what do we get in return for this?" The man laughed and gave a friendly expression, even though it looked like it was just flattery. "Unguarded passage." He slowed down his speech, making these words condense in the silent night sky. "Oh?" Doomhammer raised his head, motioning for the man to continue talking. "You and your warriors are attempting to invade Lordaeron through this mountain range," the man pointed out. "These peaks are full of dangers, and for those who are familiar with them, it is not difficult to resist several times the army here. Your tribe may be able to win, but it will suffer heavy losses; otherwise, you will not be able to attack Luo with all your strength. Daeron and its guards." The man laughed again, leaning against the rock behind him, evidently pleased with his ability to handle the situation. "I can guarantee that the defenders in this area will not block your army." He said confidently. "I can even tell you which roads are better. Your tribe can cross these mountains quickly and without danger." Doomhammer thought for a moment. "You cleared a way for us," he said aloud. "In exchange for your territory being safe and sound?" The man nodded. "that's right." Doomhammer stood up straight and took a few steps forward, coming within two feet of the man.Now he could see the stranger's face, partly hidden by the hood.Thin and somewhat elegant, he looked shrewd, but it still couldn't hide his fear.In some ways this man reminded Doomhammer of Gul'dan: wise, caring only for himself, but too cowardly to betray a greater power. "Very well," Doomhammer said finally. "I agree with your proposal. Tell me the fastest way to cross this mountain range, and I will take my soldiers through here without stopping. When we conquer this continent, I will provide protection for this area, Let no one bother you and your people will be safe." "That's good." The man in the cloak laughed, clapping his hands like a child. "I knew you would be reasonable." He took a rolled parchment from his belt and handed it to Doomhammer. "Here's a map of the area," he explained. "I've marked this canyon to help you orient yourself." Doomhammer unfolded the map and studied it carefully. "Yes, this map is very detailed." After a while, he said. "Fine." The man glanced at Doomhammer. "Then...then I'll go back to my people." He paused, then said. Doomhammer said nothing, just nodded.After a while, the man turned around and walked away quickly, walked into the pile of stones, and carefully walked down the cliff not far from the valley.For a moment, Doomhammer wondered whether to follow him and finish off the man with a quick blow, since he now had the map anyway.But this behavior is shameful.This is one of the reasons why he is dissatisfied with the status quo of his own people.Before, in Draenor, they were a noble race.But Gul'dan's betrayal changed everything, making them like bloodthirsty barbarians.Doomhammer sought to restore the pride and simplicity of his race, and that meant he had to follow a strict code of conduct.This person made the deal with trust in him, and he will not betray his promise.He would follow the road marked on the map, and if this road could indeed be passed quickly and uninterrupted by Union forces, he would also fulfill the other half of his promise. Doomhammer shook his head, rewound the scroll, tucked it into his belt, and turned back to the path he had come from.He was to gather the others and show them the chosen route of march. "You called us, my lord?" General Haas, commander of the Alterac army, stood in front of the half-open door of the map room.Perenolde also noticed that the other generals of the army were standing behind the strong general. "Yes. Come in, generals, officers." Perenolde beckoned them in, trying to keep his voice calm. "I have just been informed about the latest developments in the Horde, and I thought it necessary to inform you." He saw Haas and several other generals exchange glances quickly, but they didn't say anything, and followed him to the impressively huge map that covered the entire wall.It maps all of Alterac, with towns and forts marked with silver lines and Alterac castles with gold lines. "I got this information from a trusted source," Perenolde began. "The Horde is indeed marching towards us." Several generals took a breath in surprise. "Obviously, they are planning to attack the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and chose to cross these mountains in order to appear north of the royal city." "How far are they from us?" Colonel Cardin asked eagerly. "How many are there? What kind of weapons are they carrying?" Other generals whispered behind him. Perenolde raised a hand, and the officers fell silent. "I don't know how far they are from us," he replied, "though I suspect it might be a day, or two, and not much more. I don't know their numbers, but all reports point to a A powerful army." He smiled, and he knew that his smile was powerless. "However, this is no longer something we need to consider." General Haas straightened up. "We don't need to think about it, my lord?" he asked, his thick gray beard fluttering with his breath. "But we are members of the Alliance and we have all sworn to join the others against the Horde." "Things have changed now," Perenolde reminded him, and he noticed that he was sweating all over his body - and his officers noticed it too. "I have reconsidered our options and decided to replay our role in this conflict. From now on, Alterac will not be a member of the Alliance." He took a deep breath. "Believe me, choosing this path will make our lives better." All the officers looked taken aback. "My lord, what do you mean...?" Kadan asked. "I have a non-aggression pact with the Horde," Perenolde replied. "We will not impede their movement across the mountains, and in return they will leave Alterac safe and sound." His officers looked confused, some of them angry or distressed. "Are you asking us to conspire with the Horde, my lord?" Haas asked in a low voice, unable to hide the disgust in his voice. "Yes, I'm going to conspire with the orcs!" Perenolde finally lost his composure and shouted angrily. "Because I want us all to live!" He unreservedly poured out his anger and fear in his words. "You know what we're up against? The Horde, the whole Horde, is going to sweep across the mountains! Through our homeland! Do you know how many of them? Thousands!" Haas, unlike some of the others, Willing to nod, they have all seen the same report. "Do you know what these orcs look like? I once saw an orc at the same distance as you are now. They are huge! As tall as a troll, but twice as wide! Well developed muscles, sharp fangs —The orc I saw had a hammer that three full men could lift, and to him it was as easy to swing as a child's toy! No one can stand against them! They'll kill us all Everyone, don't you understand? They have already destroyed the Kingdom of Stormwind, and Alterac will be the next target!" "But the Union side—" Haas began.Perenolde smiled resentfully. "What happened to the Alliance?" he demanded. "Where are they now? I tell you plainly, they are not here! We formed the alliance to protect our kingdom from this attack, but the Horde is now under our noses, where is the precious alliance? They abandoned us , don’t you understand?” He could hear that his voice was almost hysterical, and he tried to control it. "Now is the time for each kingdom to think of itself," he said to the others as calmly as he could. "I have to prioritize Alterac, as other kings do." "Yes, but those beasts—" began another officer, Trand. "—big and deadly, yes." Perenolde interrupted him. "But not impossible. I met with their chief. He could speak the Common Tongue! He listened to me and agreed that they would keep us safe if we did not hinder them." "We—can we trust them?" asked a junior officer named Wieland.Seeing many people nodding in agreement, Perenolde finally breathed a sigh of relief.The fact that they're asking this question shows that they've accepted the deal—now they're just worried about whether it will be executed. "We have no choice." He said slowly. "If they wanted to, they could easily crush us. If they betrayed us, we'd be doomed. But if they kept their word—and I think they would—Alterac would survive. Whatever the cost." "I still don't like doing it," Haas said stubbornly. “We have made commitments to other countries.” But he could see some hesitation.Perenolde knew the general was thinking about the situation, and beginning to understand the fact that it was the only way they could survive. "You don't have to like it," said Perenolde sternly. "What you need to do is to obey orders. I am the king here, and I have decided this matter. You have sworn to obey me, and I think you will keep those vows." He knew that these words would not be enough to stop them. objections, but he hoped it would persuade them, at least to remain true to him. Haas stared at him for a moment. "You are right, my lord," he finally responded. "I will obey your orders." The other generals also nodded. Perenold smiled. "Very good. Regarding the alliance, I will bear all the consequences in my own name." He turned to face the map. "Then now, the Horde will pass here, here, and here," he said, pointing to several roads to the south.He was so annoyed that his hands were shaking. "All we need to do is keep these roads unguarded, so we can let the Horde pass without encountering a single orc." Haas studied the orientation. "They are going to attack Lordaeron from the north." He thought for a while, and drew a line with his hand to Lordaeron, which was not marked on this map. "I wouldn't have chosen that path if I had been in it, but I don't know how many of them there are—or how arrogant they are." He turned to Perenolde with suspicion. "Soldiers may disobey, my lord," he said coldly. "They may see it as a breach of their vows, or worse." His tone suggested he agreed. "If they rebel, we can't stop them." Perenolde considered it. "In that case," he said. "Tell the soldiers that the tribe is planning to use the three passages in the northern mountains. If anyone asks you about the source of the information, tell them that this is the precious information that scouts and spies paid for their lives." quite satisfied. "It would keep each soldier busy with his own mission and not get in the way of the tribe." Haas nodded stiffly. "I will deploy our soldiers there immediately, my lord," he said clearly. "That's good." Perenolde gave the general the warmest smile he could, to show that he had forgiven everything before. "You'd better get them all moving now. I don't want our men still on the march when the Horde arrives." The officers saluted and all left the map room—except Haas. "Is there anything wrong, General?" Perenolde asked, not trying to hide his tiredness in his voice. "A messenger has come, my lord," replied the General. "From the Union. You were...resting when he came." Haas's eyes fixed on the cloak on the chair in the corner, his eyes seemed to say that he already knew that Perenold was out just now. , and what exactly he did. "He's waiting outside, my lord." "Let him come in at once," replied Perenolde, striding to the chair and taking up his cloak. "Have you talked to him?" "I just know who sent him here." Haas said, "I understand that you want to know the news he brought first." When he said this, the general had already stood at the door of the map room, and asked the people waiting outside. Someone beckons.A dusty young courier in leather armor walked in, looking nervously at the ground. "My lord," said the young man, raised his head, and then lowered it again. "I bring greetings and news from Lord Lothar, Commander of the Alliance, Anduin." Perenolde nodded, put on his cloak and walked over to the young man. "Thank you general, it's all right now," he said to Haas, and the general, looking relieved, closed the door and left the room. "And now, young man," continued Perenolde, turning to the messenger, "what news do you bring?" "Lord Lothar said you should take your army to Lordaeron," the young messenger replied nervously. "The Horde will most likely attack there, and your army must support the defense there." "I understand." Perenolde nodded, he touched his chin with one hand, and put the other hand on the messenger's shoulder. "Does he want you to go back and report on us?" he asked. The messenger nodded. "I see." Perenolde said again. "That's a shame." He turned to the young courier, snapped him up with one arm, and struck him with the dagger in the other.The blade pierced through the ribs and into the messenger's heart.The courier jerked into convulsions, blood streaming from his mouth before collapsing.Perenolde caught him before he hit the ground and lowered him gently to the ground. "It would be great if it was a written message." Perenolde said to the corpse in a low voice. He wiped the blood from the dagger on the corpse and retracted it into the sheath.Then he dragged the corpse across the room, came to the wardrobe in the corner, and threw the corpse in. He heard the sound of the corpse hitting the wardrobe wall.After thinking about his future plans, he took off the blood-stained cloak on his body. It was impossible to wash it clean, and he threw the cloak in while thinking.what a pity.He likes this embroidery very much. After waiting for a while, Perinodra closed the curtain on the wardrobe and walked across the room in the direction of the door.If Haas was still waiting outside, he told him that he had told the urgent letter to use his private exit.If he wasn't outside, all he had to do was tell Haas that the young man was gone.Of course, his message would be that Alterac will stand firm against the Horde.Perenold laughed.He can guarantee that no orc can pass through the Alterac army's defenses.As for other mountain roads, that's another question entirely. Braddock held the reins tightly, not out of fear.He put all fear behind him the first time the dragon spread its wings and took him high into the air.How amazing it feels to walk through the clouds makes Braddock, a competent but never great fighter, suddenly find real joy.Yes, that's his pleasure, flying in the sky with his huge red dragon flapping his wings and the wind blowing his hair.He still remembers the excitement when he saw flames emanating from the mouth of the red dragon, and also remembers the scene where the trees were instantly burned by the sudden heat. Looking down, Braddock could see a streak of silver across the rich land.It was the sea, the same area they crossed after destroying another kingdom. Braddock kicked the dragon with his heel, ordering his mount to lower its height.The dragon responded, folded its wings, and swooped down quickly.The sea became bigger and bigger in his field of vision, extending into the distance, and he suddenly saw some dark shadows not far from the coast.Those were their ships, and these things brought the tribe here from another continent.Braddock hated ships.He also doesn't like water very much.But the sky, that is a wonderful existence. Pulling his mount out of the dive, Braddock flew over the ship, watching some poor orcs sit on benches, pulling hard on the oars to keep the ship moving.Near the center of each boat sits an ogre, beating a drum representing the rhythm.The orcs pulled hard in accordance with the rhythm, and their persistent rowing finally sent the black boat back to the sea. Braddock stopped suddenly, pulling his mount and hovering in the air to observe the situation below again.Yes, he was not mistaken, these ships were indeed leaving the shore and returning to the sea.They should have been asked to rest in the rear, waiting for the Horde to need them again.Why are they asserting themselves here? Looking around, Braddock saw a familiar figure on the lead boat.Warlock Gul'dan.Braddock used to fear him, as most orcs did, but that was a thing of the past.He's a dragoon now.What else would he be afraid of? Steering his mount, Braddock flew ahead of the lead ship.Gul'dan turned to face him as he approached. "What are you doing with these boats?" Braddock shouted, waving his free hand as he steered his mount away from the boats.The warlock looked a little puzzled, and raised his hands blankly.Braddock had to bring the dragon closer. "You should turn the boat around immediately! The Horde is in Lordaeron, not the other side of the sea!" he shouted again.Gul'dan still gestured that he couldn't hear.This time Braddock took the dragon directly to the top of the ship, only ten feet away from the warlock. "I mean—" Gul'dan's hand jerked forward, and a green light shot at Braddock's chest.He suddenly felt a sharp pain, he felt his lungs constrict, his heartbeat slowed, and both stopped working at the same time after he took a breath.The world went dark in an instant, and Braddock fell from the saddle, clinging to the side of the ship and falling into the sea.His last thought was that at least he had been in the sky once. Gul'dan sneered as he watched the dragoon's body sink into the water.He needed to keep the idiot close enough for his magic to hit the target quickly and accurately to prevent any possible counterattack.He was also worried that the dragon might fight back for the death of his rider. He carefully watched the huge red dragon jump violently. It tilted its head back and let out a roar, then flapped its wings vigorously and flew high into the sky. .Gul'dan gazed long into the sky to make sure the dragon would not dive after circling, then he buried his head in the current lapping against the bow. He didn't see the second figure in the sky.Todgers followed the boat before his friend recognized it, and he saw what happened.He was turning the tap now, flying full speed towards Quel'Thalas.The Zuluhed would want to know what happened, and Torgos even thought he needed to inform the rest of the Horde, even Doomhammer himself. Like Chen Nuo's, these roads are undefended.Doomhammer can lead his warriors through quickly.He had always assumed that the man in the cloak would keep his word, and was pleased to find that he had been right, but even so, the road was dangerous.On such a narrow mountain road, as long as a small number of soldiers block the way, once corpses pile up, there is no way to pass through here.Therefore, he has been urging his army to move faster.He'll be even happier once his army is through the mountains. It took them two days to traverse the snow-covered mountains before descending into the foothills.So far, the orcs have not seen a single human.Some warriors even complained that they lost the chance to kill on the march, but their warchief assured them that they would. The next day, the tribe's vanguard swarmed out of the mountains.Doomhammer was at the front of the line as usual.He stopped, admiring the beauty in front of him.A huge lake stretched out in front of the hills, and the surface of the water shone silver-green in the morning light.On the other side, there are many mountains running north-south. Those mountains are not much different from the mountains that the orcs just crossed. The only difference is that the angle of inclination is different. One faces east and the other faces west. The two mountains form a Huge V-shaped, the lake is in the center of the V-shaped.And on the north shore of the lake is a city surrounded by huge walls. "Royal City." Doomhammer looked at it carefully, then raised his warhammer above his head with both hands, and let out a battle cry.The other Horde warriors cried out, and soon the surrounding hills began to echo with their anger, joy, and bloodlust.Doomhammer laughed.这座城市很快就会知道他和他的人已经来到了这里，但是在这声战吼会让他们吓得发抖。在他们回过神来之前，部落便将一举碾平他们。 “冲向城市！”毁灭之锤吼道，再次高举起战锤。“我们将摧毁这座敌人的中枢城市！前进，战士们，在我们的战吼仍回响在他们耳中的时候便发起攻击！” 毁灭之锤率先冲下丘陵跑上了平原，他现在一门心思都放在了这座有着坚固城墙的城市上，那里便是他的目标。