Stormwind God

It's hard to buy a long time ago.

There is no regret medicine in the world.

Orgrim's intestines cleared when Duke's men were so frivolous.

Along the way, he was a wild orc who overwhelmed a number of belligerent orcs, only to 'sneak' to this day. While the blood of the demon gives the orcs great strength and physique, it also makes the orcs warlike to the extreme.

This is a group of subordinates.

The tribe's price to maintain the blood and destruction of the orcs is very high.

If Duke fights, Orgrim can play even if the tribe loses. Now Duke's army is as slippery as mud. He doesn't play against you at all. Orgrim can't take Duke.

Du Keming was posing to drag the tribe to death.

Now that the orcs and the trolls are united, there are many frictions and many small contradictions remain unsolved. To bring different forces and races together, in addition to having common goals and non-conflicting interests, the most important point is victory.

Any new organization needs to nourish with victory and success to thrive.

Why Duke can quickly gain a high reputation in the league, it is not because Duke is often the marshal.

Orgrim couldn't make a promise to the troll, but he was slow to attack the elves. On the contrary, the longer it is delayed, the better it is for the league.

From the holy city of Stratholme to the east, it is basically a desolate place. Even if the tribe is here, the impact on Lordaeron will not be too great. And once Hinterland clears the ground, Duke will receive support from 20,000 human soldiers and an entire Wildhammer Dwarf Griffon Aviation Corps.

That's what Duke used.

Unfortunately, Duke's calculations are accurate, but Orgrim is even harder.

Looking at the empty human camp, every orc warrior has resentment and resentment on the face. On the contrary, most of the trolls' eyes have disdain and slight mockery.

Orgrim shouted, "Did you see that? This is a sly human! A human who never dared to fight the brave orcs. Mean, timid, shameless, cheap! But they teased the brave orcs! Can we stand this tone? "

"No! Never!"

"I can't bear it!"

For a while, the sentiments raged, 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 come !?"

Ten dozen generals stood out in an instant.

However, Orgrim finally chose Noggal!

Noggal with the title "Flesh Teaser"!

This is a famous general from the Warsong clan! As he crossed the world of Azeroth, he was just a humble pawn. He is now a general.

Where does his martial art come from?

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

In his hands, at least three champion knights were torn alive. These brave warriors in the human world became part of his horror legend.

Orgrim opens a fine map captured from humans: "I need you to pick the most violent 10,000 orc warriors to destroy here, here, and then come here to join us. Can you do it?"

Noggal's eyes glowed with bloodthirsty blood: "No problem, Chief."

The next morning, Duke smiled bitterly.

The tribe has superior combat power, so the tribe is qualified to divide. The partial teacher of 10,000 orcs talks more and less. If they were to eat it with all their might, Duke's army of 30,000 would have to change course.

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

Because Orgrim obviously has control over Duke, or the key to the alliance-the alliance is always a union based on different kingdoms. The Alliance is not like a tribe. The chiefs have a clear affiliation with the chiefs of the major clans below.

Alliances, especially the current ones, need to take care of the interests of the kingdoms and the feelings of the people.

Now the partial division staggered directly with Duke's 30,000 troops, killing Darrow County, south of Stratholme, and an independent squad killing Maris Farm to disrupt Lordaeron's food production.

King Terenas was almost scared when he heard the news, and it was another three hours of magical messaging for an hour. Duke was so annoyed.

"Is there no blacklisting for yarn magic messaging?" Duke rubbed his eyebrows and thought for a while. Duke still erected a mental barrier. Now anyone who sends a magic message can not receive it.

He also gave the system wizard a task to develop a blacklist for the magic version.

In the end, Duke decided to frighten Terenas.

"After my judgment on the situation of the war, the main force of the tribal army is going to attack Stratholme. Therefore, I can only give up the holy city and temporarily give up the attack on the tribal partial division." Duke opened his eyes and talked nonsense, and was responsible for helping Duke to communicate. The scolded Eluhia rolled her eyes, and still did.

To bear the political pressure of the alliance leader, this is by no means ordinary people dare to do. It is conceivable how difficult and blame Duke will be afterwards.

"Order! Let the entire area, including Darrow County, evacuate the people and hide into the Keldaron or Stratholme of the Barov family. Order! Let Simos clean up the Hinterland remnants ... Hold your place and build the North Fortress. "

This was all for her Quel'Thalas, at the cost of burning most towns in the entire area except Stratholme. Alleria pursed her lips and silently held Duke's hand.

Time entered May 18th. On this day, the tribe main force finally left the territory of human beings and killed in Quel'Thalas.

"Quiet, or die!" Zujin warned his men in the most severe tone.

They are quickly moving through the forest to the border of Quel'Thalas.

Even if you haven't been to that damned forest with magical protection, Zujin doesn't mind first ordering appetizers.

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

He slowed down and took every step of the tree with flexibility and lightness. Zujin's movements were so silent that it was completely unthinkable. This was a troll more than two and twenty meters tall. The huge and slightly slender body had a supremely soft and agile body, and Zujin didn't even touch any leaf or branch.

He clenched his axe infused with the beast fighting spirit with both hands, and ‘flyed’ lightly between trees.

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

Together with the Amani trolls around him, he silently watched an eleven border patrol team full of twenty people, stepping into their ambush circle.

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