At this time, Orgrim, who was in his prime, came with his famous [Hammer of Destruction].??

"Shar, let's go after you have enough celebration."

"So anxious?" Thrall looked at Orgrim, who was a little anxious on his face, with a little surprised.

On the other hand, Grom, who was carrying the [Blood Roar], also came: "Sar, you are still a little too young. You have never seen the terrifying war potential of the alliance and those strange weapons of destruction. In terms of overall situation judgment, I suggest you listen to Orgrim more."

Thrall, this leader-type orc who can be regarded as a once-in-a-thousand-year-old, has wisdom and character that others cannot imagine.

Yes, character certainly determines destiny.

Experience also shapes personality.

Unlike the original history, Thrall was found by Orgrim when he was extremely young through the prophecy of the shaman prophet, and then transferred the environment of growth and secretly protected him.

Although he was a gladiator, he had less of the abuse he should have suffered. Similarly, there was no longer Blackmore's human lover sympathizing with him and giving him warmth.

Instead, Orgrim's earnest teachings from childhood to adulthood.

Thrall is now trained according to the standard Chiefs template.

He is humble in character and basically obeys Orgrim's teachings, who is both a teacher and a father.

Thrall lowered slightly: "Indeed, in the arena, I have heard many legends about how humans and dwarves are powerful. I have never seen them. In this regard, Orgrim and Grom are more experienced than me. I will listen to you."

At this time, an orc scout came.

"What? The Blood Crusade is actually near us!?" The three leaders were moved at the same time.

The Blood Crusade, which was listed as the number one warning target by them, was stationed in the northwest without their knowledge, in a ravine less than 30 kilometers away from here.

This is definitely a huge threat.

Grom held up his fierce and powerful [Blood Roar]: "How is it? Do you want to fight?"

"Fight!" Thrall and Orgrim spoke in unison.

"Then let's go!"

Whether humans play the ambush trick or not, this battle must be fought.

Duke didn't understand that during these ten years, the Lordaerons' suppression of the tribe was actually very good. They kept building bunkers and city walls to compress the living space of orcs. Thrall and Orgrim had long since moved to abandon Lordaeron and grab the ship to cross the Kalimdoron 6.

This time, Thrall gathered the elites of the two major clans of War Song and Frost Wolf, plus the more than 20,000 people rescued, and 30,000 elderly, weak, sick and disabled people, a total of 150,000 orcs.

Such a large number of orcs can't hide it from anyone.

Instead of praying that the Blood Crusade really does not see the existence of this orc army, it is better to just make this terrible tail off.

After years of battle, this group of orcs have become extremely elite. From the military system to the command system, Orgrim has improved it according to human practices.

Just ten minutes after the order was issued, an army of more than 80,000 people was drawn out.

“1ok-tar!”

The loud charge shouts that had been away from Lordaeron for many years rang out again.

Thrall, Grom, Orgrim, and Lexa, who was even more burly behind the three of them, led an army of 80,000 elite orcs toward the base of the Blood Crusade.

"Hahaha! Somehow, I suddenly remembered the bad long-distance raid thirteen years ago." Orgrim suddenly burst into laughter.

"Which time? That time is close to Yongge Forest?" Thrall kept in mind every battle Orgrim said.

"Yes! We ran for three hours and ended up completely losing."

"Is it that Duke Marcus leading the army?"

"Yes, if possible, I really don't want to meet that guy again. Fortunately, the Blood Crusade has nothing to do with that guy." Orgrim sighed.

"He's been dead for ten years." Grom muttered dissatisfied.

"It's missing!" Orgrim stressed: "Although I don't want to meet him, if I haven't seen his head for a day, I will not be stupid enough to regard the biggest enemy in my life as a dead man. Sar, do you understand? You must not underestimate your enemy until you confirm that he is dead."

"I understand." Sar nodded.

Grom shrugged: "You guys are just too careful."

The orcs' foot journey is very fast. As long as they are strong first-line clan elites, it is not a problem to run for nearly 50 kilometers on a long distance.

Thirty kilometers, only about two hours.

However, after arriving, the strange situation in front of them made them unable to touch their heads.

The barracks were empty, and I only left for about two hours to look at the traces and headed towards the northern mountainous areas.

What's even more strange is that there are obvious signs of battle in the camp.

Broken antlers, camp gate with scratches...

Years of experience in jungle warfare and mountain warfare made Grom immediately make a judgment: "There were battles here, but the scale is not large, but it must be a battle."

"Who are you with?" Thrall immediately asked.

Grom's eyes turned, and the orc warriors of the War Song clan ran over quickly and dug up the pile of huge pieces of soil that were obviously newly filled.

"The bodies have been burned and I can't tell them clearly. But it seems that they should be civilians of humanity."

Human? Civilian?

Did the Blood Crusade suppress a peasant riot?

Thrall lacks experience, and Orgrim is not. The former chief frowned: "Why are there any residue of holy light on these corpses?"

Just as Orgrim was puzzled, a burst of cheers suddenly broke out in the camp.

"What's wrong?"

"Weapons! So many weapons! Advanced goods!" A thousand-man leader came back to report.

"Go and have a look!"

It was a group of two-hand hammers and two-hand axes that were obviously made by dwarves and well-crafted, and used by humans.

The orcs made of steel hammer handles, hammer heads and axe blades, and after they were taken to their hands, they all couldn't put them down.

Especially the old orcs who had experienced the Dark Gate War, they explained to the new generation of orcs as if they were preached and how good the dwarfs were.

"What's going on!" Orgrim's brows were twisted.

"It's too hasty. These weapons are too heavy, so it's not enough to be lucky." Grom didn't care: "It's just cheap for us. You know, killing ten human warriors may not necessarily get a handy weapon. The standard weapons of human soldiers are too light to make people useless."

What Grom said was the truth.

Human battle formations emphasize cooperation. Apart from relatively flexible spears, heavy weapons that are too long or too heavy are simply pitting teammates. Except for knights or paladins with superb martial arts, few humans will use heavy weapons to the battlefield. (To be continued.)8
Chapter completed!