It's hard to buy a fortune, but I'd known it before.

There is no medicine for regret in the world.

Seeing Duke's subordinates get out so quickly, Orgrim regrets that his intestines are cleared.

Along the way, he forced himself to subdue a group of warlike orcs and "slide" to this day. While the demon blood gave the orcs powerful strength and body, it also made the orcs' belligerent.

This is a group of unruly subordinates.

The price that the tribe has to pay to maintain the orcs' blood and desire to destroy is very high.

If Duke joins the battle, even if the tribe loses, Orgrim can smooth the game. Now Duke leads his army as slippery as a loach. If he doesn't compete with you, Orgrim can't do anything to Duke.

Duke obviously wants to drag the tribe to death.

Now that the orcs and trolls have joined forces, there are many frictions and many small conflicts have not been resolved. To unite different forces and different races, in addition to having common goals and non-conflict interests, there must also be the most important point - victory.

Any new organization needs to be nourished with victory and success to thrive.

Why Duke quickly gained a lofty reputation in the league is not because Duke is the ever-winning Marshal.

Orgrim could not make a promise to the trolls, but he was slow to attack the elves. On the contrary, the longer he dragged on, the more beneficial it would be to the league.

From the holy city of Stantam to the east, it is basically a desolate place. Even if the tribes are in a mess here, it will not have much impact on Lordaeron. And once the clearance is completed in Hindland, Duke will receive support from 20,000 elite human soldiers and a whole Wild Hammer Dwarf Griffon Aviation Corps.

That's what Duke takes advantage of.

Unfortunately, Duke's calculations were accurate, while Orgrim was even more ruthless.

Looking at the empty human camp, every orc warrior had anger and unwilling face. On the contrary, there was most likely disdain and slight mockery in the eyes of the trolls.

Orgrim shouted loudly: "Did you see it? This is the cunning human! The human beings who never dare to fight brave orcs head-on. Despicable, timid, shameless, and lowly! But they teased the brave orcs! Can we bear this tone?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

"Absolutely can't bear it!"

For a moment, the emotions surged, and tens of thousands of orcs roared together. They raised their weapons and vented their anger.

"I need a brave general to carry out a very dangerous sabotage mission for the tribe! Who will do it!?"

There were dozens of generals immediately leaving the list.

However, Orgrim finally chose Noggar!

Noggar, who has the title of "Flesh and Blood Tearman"!

This is a general from the War Song clan, famous for being brave and fierce! When he traveled through the world of Azeroth, he was just an inconspicuous pawn. Now he is a general.

Where did his martial arts come from?

Ask those human warriors who were torn to pieces by him!

At least three champion knights were torn alive in his hands. These warriors who looked down on one side in the human world became part of his horror legend.

Orgrim opened the fine map seized from humans: "I need you to select the most violent ten thousand orc warriors to destroy this place, here, and come here to meet us. Can you do it?"

Noggar's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty vicious light: "No problem, Chief."

The next morning, Duke smiled bitterly.

The tribe has the advantage in combat power, so the tribe is qualified to divide troops. The partial division of 10,000 orcs is not too much, and the less is not too little. If you want to eat it with all your strength, Duke's army of 30,000 people will be changed.

If you don't care, that won't work.

Because Orgrim obviously mastered Duke, or the key to the alliance - the alliance was always a consortium based on different kingdoms. The alliance was not like a tribe, and the great chief had obvious dependent relationships with the chiefs of the major clans below.

Alliances, especially those now, need to take care of the interests of various kingdoms and the feelings of the people.

Now the side division was staggering with Duke's 30,000 troops, and rushed straight to Dalong County, south of Stantamom. In addition, an independent team rushed to Maris Farm to destroy Lordaeron's food production.

After hearing the news, King Terenas was almost scared and three magical messages were sent in another hour. Duke was so annoyed.

"What's wrong with not blocking the list for the magical yarn?" Duke rubbed his eyebrows and thought for a while. Duke still set up a mental barrier. Now anyone who sends the magical slogan will not receive it.

He also gave the system elves a task to develop a magic version of the blacklist.

In the end, Duke decided to scare Terenas.

"After my judgment on the battle situation, the main force of the tribe army was preparing to attack Stantosom. So I could only put the Holy City first and temporarily give up the attack on the tribe's partial division." Duke opened his eyes and said lies. Ilushia, who was responsible for helping Duke's messaging and being scolded, rolled his eyes and still posted a message.

It is definitely not something that ordinary people dare to do to withstand the political pressure of the alliance leader. It is conceivable how difficult and accusations Duke would be subjected to afterwards.

"Send the order! Let all towns in the entire area, including Dalong County, evacuate the people and hide in Keldaron or Stantamme of the Barov family. Send the order! Let Simos keep the predetermined position after clearing the remaining enemies in Hintland... and establish the Northland fortress."

This was all for her Quel's Thalas, the price was that most towns in the entire area except Stantolme would be burned. Aurelia pursed her lips and silently held Duke's hand hard.

On May 18th, the main force of the tribe finally left the human territory and entered Quel'thalas.

"Quiet, or die!" Zu Jin warned his men in the harshest tone.

They were quickly crossing the forest into the border of Quel'thalas.

Even though I haven't arrived at the damn forest with magic protection, Zujin doesn't mind getting some appetizers first.

His keen perception was reminding him that the elf was not far ahead of him.

He slowed down and took every step on the tree with a flexible and sensible attitude. Zu Jin's movements were so silent that it was completely unimaginable. This was a troll who was over two meters and twenty meters tall. The huge and slightly slender body had an unthinkable gentleness and agility. Zu Jin did not even touch any leaf or any branch.

He held the axe injected with the beast's war spirit in both hands and "flying" lightly among trees after trees.

He didn't want the elves to know that they were coming, at least not now.

Together with the Amani trolls around him, he silently watched a elves border patrol of twenty people and walked into their ambush circle.
Chapter completed!