Stormwind God

"Duke ... Master, I'm going to prepare, too." Ilucia also got up to salute.

"Uh, actually, the next thing is because of marching. If you feel too hard, you can't go." Duke advised.

"No, it's better to be able to work for the league than to stay in a safe place to cope with false courtships." Ilucia smiled sweetly.

Looking at Eruhiya's meek and sweet smile, Duke felt ... as if ... as if ... forget it.

Duke touched his head, then rolled away next door to continue to sleep.

Eight in the morning.

Regardless of whether they are willing or unwilling, the league leaders in Eagle's Nest are awake.

Watching Aurelia at Duke's side, and after listening to the military commentary, Kurdran * frowned. "Even if you know this is a rampage, as long as the tribe in the Hinterland Forest The army will not be destroyed, and the home of the Wildhammer dwarf will still be threatened. This is not just an assault! I am afraid that the Wildhammer dwarf cannot provide you with more assistance until the security of Eagle's Nest is ensured.

Duke pointed to the map: "Trolls have been here for thousands of years, and no one can really wipe them out. So it is unrealistic to clean up the Hinterlands tribe and trolls."

"What are you going to do?" Kurdran touched his orange-red beard.

"We can't let this unknown containment force follow behind our main force or rush to us. I will let General Simos stay in the Hinterlands with 20,000 elites to ensure that this forest is completely cleaned up ... then create a treeless barrier with a width of at least two kilometers and set up a series of sentry towers to ensure that every troll or orc will be visible when passing by. "

Looking at the straight line drawn by Duke on the midline between Troll's Nest and Eagle's Nest, Kurdran thoughtfully.

"How to do it?"

"Still set fire."

"Are you not afraid to burn the entire Hinterlands?"

"Trust me, I'm professional, and I've done this in Elwynn Forest before."

Kurdran was rather speechless and nodded: "Well, there are no druids in the dwarves."

Duke continued: "Then, when you make your way, I hope Simos can be here to build a fortress in a month."

Duke was referring to the location of the northern sentry post in the Eastern Plaguelands. There, it just happened to get stuck out of the Elf's Eversong Forest, to the mouth of the holy city of Stratholme.

"A month?" Kurdran was a little surprised.

"We've done this before in Stormwind," General Tom explained. "This is a new material called cement. Of course, as long as there is enough cement, I can build it from Stratholme in one month. Come to the walls of Lordaeron. "

"I've got Makarlo ready at Stratholme."

"I'll be fine then." Tom nodded.

The general situation had been set, and Kurdran's brow opened.

"Thank you for your assistance," he said respectfully, "when the Hinterlands are safe again, my Gryphon rider and I will catch up with you and head north to solve the remaining tribe."

"Thank you, King of the Wildhammers" Duke bowed, then turned to face the rest: "Well, gentlemen and ladies, don't hesitate, we must get to Quel'Thalas in ten days! "

Three days later, Orgrim was almost insane.

This should have been a seamless transition. Humans will panic, they will think that they will lead their troops west to break through the poisonous mist canyon and attack Alterac, they will fear that they will attack Andorhal in the northwest and go straight to Lordaeron. But they should never be expected to go all the way north.

Obviously, humans predict their course.

I don't know if Duke Marcus, who should have killed 10,000 times, expected that their path was blocked anyway.

If it is said to be a human 100,000 army, Orgrim is worth it.

What a pity, no!

The red light reflected in the eyes of the orcs. They are no stranger to this shining light. Because at almost the same time last year, the orcs who had determined to storm Stormwind had already seen it once.

The north is the first; the northwest of the army, there is another; and the third is the northeast; the fourth red light of the west is also getting brighter.

With the sparkling red light, huge black plumes of smoke also penetrated the clouds.

This forest fire with at least four fire heads, obviously an artificial arson, is so fierce that it seems to light up the entire cloud layer and turn the clouds into a cloud of tumbling flames.

At a time when there was a clear lack of troops, humans directly set fire to the forest to stop the tribe from advancing.

Not all orcs come from the blackstone clan that is resistant to natural fire. Similarly, even if the troll has a good ability to heal, it is impossible to venture through the forest burning with the blazing fire.

Either go in or wait for the forest fire to go out.

Since humans have long been prepared, it is useless to move in.

Orgrim gritted his teeth and ordered: "Let's wait for a while near Lake Miredar."

The orcs originally won by time, but the humans are now dragging time. Although there are not many humans here, after all, this is a human territory. Originally Orgrim was thinking of covering a large area of ​​forest here, quickly passing through the area and entering Quel'Thalas.

Now it seems that this idea has been lost.

Opening the map, for a moment, Orgrim thought about not hitting the high elves, and directly attacked the big human cities, such as Stratholme, such as Lordaeron.

But he immediately saw Zukin staring at him to see if he fulfilled his promise.

The relationship between the orcs and trolls is still fragile.

Orgrim knew that the trolls had the qualities required by orcs. The orcs' talents determine that the orcs are best warriors, and a few can be shamans or warlocks. The orcs lack the talent for ranged attacks. The existence of trolls makes up for this well.

Orgrim changed his mind: "Zul'jin, I heard that elves are the enemies of every troll?"

"You're right, Chief."

"What kind of moss clan do the trolls here at Zumachar?"

"Clan of Moss." Zugin corrected Orgrim.

"Well, anyway, our troops can't move forward for a while, give you a task."

"Contact the Rotten Moss clan and let them attack the Eversong Forest together?"

Orgrim's brown-red face had a wry smile on his face: "Since we can't sneak in, let's have a decent attack. I hope you can contact all your trolls nearby who can be reached. Let's play A big one. "(To be continued.) 8

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