Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Hinterland.

There are dense deciduous forests, virgin oaks and maples everywhere. Most of the trees are very old, and in many places, the towering trees block out the sun and create a world of eternal light. Ancient roots and branches grow thickly, and the rushing river washes over the pebbles.

Zul'jin gathered a large number of troll armies here, from the large tribes of the Vicious Branch and the Witherbark Clan to the small tribes of the Revenge and the Mossrot, all of them were connected by him just to avenge the shame of the Amani trolls.

Not only did he mobilize an army of 50,000 people, he also tamed many mountain cats, giant bears, dragon eagles and thunder eagles to form an army of wild beasts. This was almost the largest revenge force of the forest trolls in the past few hundred years.

Zul'jin now only has one issue in mind: how to get his new ally to agree to change the target of attack to Quel'Thalas!

"Zul'jin, I don't want to stay in this forest and argue with you about whether to go north or west. Humans will soon send a large army into your forest, and we must make a choice as soon as possible!" After Orgrim led the army to break through the siege of the human stronghold, he joined forces with the troll allies. However, after resting for a few days, the sense of urgency in his heart became stronger and stronger.

The War of Vengeance is just around the corner, and going north will lead us to the border of the High Elves, but Orgrim actually wants to turn left and go to Lordaeron?

One is obsessed with Hu Beifeng, the other one wants to hang on to Xifeng, this is very spiritual.

"Great Chief, perhaps we can divide our forces!" Zul'jin thought of a way to persuade Orgrim.

"We divide the army into two parts. One part will stay in Hinterland to confuse the humans, while looking for opportunities to attack Eagle's Nest Mountain or go east into the human territory. The forest is the territory of the trolls, and the base camps of the Evil Branch and Deadwood clans are here. We can easily make it impossible for humans to detect the specific number of this part of the army!"

"And my people in Zul'Aman have already made preparations. With only 100,000 brave orcs, we can defeat the high elves. After destroying their capital, we will attack the human capital from the north and east!"

Zul'jin then gave Orgrim a detailed introduction to the High Elf Kingdom of Quel'Thalas. He wanted to let Orgrim know the High Elves' weaknesses. This was a race that seriously lacked a front line of combat. As long as the brave orc warriors could break through the weak front line of the High Elves, all that would remain was a mass killing.

"Zul'jin, you have successfully convinced me, so let the orcs fulfill their covenant first and help you defeat the high elves and take back your forest!"

Escape, this is Orgrim's best strategy. Zul'jin's words are very tempting, and the alliance between humans and high elves does not seem to be very solid. You can give it a try!

Orgrim closed his eyes and thought for a while, and finally decided to help the trolls first. After all, this was the only requirement for the trolls to join the Horde, and he had already seen that Zul'jin was determined. If the two continued to be deadlocked, the alliance between the orcs and the trolls might break in the next moment!

As the saying goes, even a broken ship still has three thousand nails, and a lean camel is bigger than a horse. Although the Amani trolls were defeated by the high elves and the former human empire, and later split up, with each tribe ruling independently, they still have some tricks up their sleeves.

Now just the presence of several high-level fighters around Zul'jin makes Orgrim very hesitant. The premise of diplomacy is strength and force. The trolls are the allies the orcs need. Now is not the time to tear each other apart. It is better for both sides to unite than to have one more enemy. Anyway, the orcs are not interested in the forest.

Humph! Once we win this war and the orcs occupy this continent, they will cut down all your forests sooner or later!

"Varok!"

Orgrim called out to his most trusted lieutenant.

"Great Chief, are you looking for me?" The second son of Saurfang's family came over quickly after receiving the order!

"I will lead half of my tribe and our troll allies northward. I need you to help delay us for a while!"

"I will let the Hextech High Priest of the Evilbranch Tribe and the Chief of the Deadwood Tribe help you gain a foothold in Hinterlands until we return from the north!" Zul'jin showed his sincerity when he heard this, and at the same time demonstrated the power and number of the trolls in the north.

"The dwarven fortress in the northwest is a distant relative of the Bronzebeard dwarves of Ironforge. If you orcs want the Red Dragon Riders to fly in the sky without any obstacles, I suggest you destroy them. They are the only race on this continent that has the ability to tame griffins!"

Zul'jin's words reminded Orgrim of the flying lion troops that flexibly entangled the red dragon riders of the Dragonmaw Clan in the air, which impressed him deeply.

"I will leave Zuluhed's people to you, Varok!" Orgrim decided not to take the red dragon riders north. These red dragons have not been completely tamed by the Dragonmaw Clan, and they still have thoughts of resistance in their hearts. The farther they are from Grim Batol Fortress, the more time the Dragonmaw Knights will need to spend controlling their red dragons.

And according to the news from Zuluhed, more and more adult red dragons are coming from all over the world to save their queen Alexstrasza. Like the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather, they fall one by one in front of the golden disc of the Demon's Soul.

Zuluhed is working hard to use the Demon Soul to control these adult dragons, and soon the tribe will have an air force that can devastate the enemy.

In order to have this trump card, Orgrim had to let the Dragonmaw Clan hide secretly in the depths of Grim Batol Fortress, waiting for the best opportunity!

What was left for Saurfang, in addition to the red dragon riders of the Dragonmaw clan, were half of the elite of the Blackrock clan and some small clans, the trolls' Felbranch tribe and the Witherbark tribe to assist him.

Orgrim himself brought the other half of the Blackrock elites and Zul'jin's 50,000 main forces, and also dispatched the Death Knights, ogres and Gul'dan!

Orgrim never let Gul'dan out of his sight, the only time being when Gul'dan was fighting a human mage who called himself Kel'Thuzad.

Zul'jin and Orgrim have been discussing for two days, but the coalition forces of more than 100,000 orcs and trolls in the Hinterlands have made the Wildhammer dwarves in Aerie Mountain terrified.

Aerie Mountain is a new dwarf fortress city built in the northwest of the Hinterlands by the Wildhammer royal family who migrated north after the Three Hammers Civil War.

Aerie Mountain, like Ironforge and Grim Batol in the past, is a city built on a mountain. The mountain outside the entire city is carved into the shape of an eagle. The position of the eagle's head is where they tame griffins, so it was named Aerie Mountain.

Highlord Kurdlan Wildhammer flew from the air to the interior of Aerie Mountain with a squadron of griffon riders. As soon as they landed, his cousin Falstad Wildhammer, who was also a griffon noble, stepped forward and asked anxiously.

"Kurdran! What's the situation now?"