"Boom, boom, boom"

Nearly 40,000 orcs walked on the plains of the Arathi Heights, and the gallop of the wolf cavalry made the ground near the battlefield begin to shake, although there was no terrible oppression when the human cavalry group charged, but in the case of being outnumbered, the human defenders guarding the prisoner of war camp in the Arathi Heights still felt a threat.

Looking at the sea of people heading towards the Black Pressure, you can hardly see the edge at a glance, unless you are here, it is hard for you to imagine that it has been 4 years since the Second World War, but there are still so many orcs left in Azeroth.

Danas. Tolbain stood in front of the position, he looked at the battlefield in front of him with his monoculars, and after being beaten a few times half a month ago, the returning orcs undoubtedly learned their lesson, and they no longer blindly divided their troops, but planned to break the remaining large prisoner of war camps on the high ground one by one.

To this day, on the third day after the orcs regrouped, only the one behind the general was left of the three large prisoner of war camps in the Arathi Heights, and the remaining two were conquered by the orcs with the most ordinary and difficult tactics of the sea of people.

Their numbers have swelled to the point where they are now in extreme danger, and their opponents, the Stormgard Legion under the command of Danas, the soldiers scattered from other battlefields, and the paladins who came to their aid, combined were only 24,000 men.

The area where the POW camp is located is not an easy terrain to defend and difficult to attack, and a veteran of the battlefield like Danas knows that if he doesn't have more cards in his hand, the battle is destined to be very difficult.

"Where's the reinforcements?"

The solemn general did not look back, he put away his binoculars and asked:

"Where's the reinforcement I want?"

"Report to the General, 3,000 men led by Field Marshal Gashuris are heading towards the battlefield, while the paladins under the command of Ser Uther and Sir Fording are stationed in the prisoner of war camp in the hills to take precautions, and it is said that the frostwolf orcs of the Alterac Valley have begun to attack the Thunderspear dwarves there, and the dwarves of Ironforge and Eagle's Nest Mountain have sent reinforcements there..."

The adjutant standing behind Danas said with difficulty:

"As for Gilneth and Dalaran, there is no news, and the High Elves of Quel'Thalas have rejected our request for help."

"3,000 people..."

Danas silently recited the somewhat desperate number, and he clenched his fists:

"Gilneth and Quel'Thalas have broken away from the Alliance, and I don't expect them to send reinforcements, I'm asking about the army at Fort Riptide? Where is the heavy cavalry regiment? They should have arrived at the battlefield this morning! ”

"General, the road from Fort Riptide to the prisoner of war camp has been blocked by the orcs."

The adjutant felt the murderous aura emanating from Danas in front of him, he swallowed his saliva and said:

"The Heavy Cavalry Regiment attempted to cross the blockade early this morning, engaging the Orcs, but their breakthrough was not complete, and they withdrew to Fort Riptide before we could hear the news... Ogres and trolls driven by orcs are now attacking the royal capital. ”

"How many ogres and trolls are there?"

Danas asked in disbelief, pointing to the sea of blackened orcs in front of him, and he shouted angrily:

"How many orcs are we facing? Are all the ministers in the palace burned out their brains? Don't they know where the most important battlegrounds are? Without heavy cavalry to cut through the orc line, do you want me to charge at the orcs with light cavalry? ”

"General!"

The adjutant had also fought many battles with Danas, and seeing that his general had lost his mind a little, he looked at him with burning angry eyes, and the veteran said in a deep voice:

"It was an order from the king himself... The messenger of the military headquarters promised that once Fort Riptide had lifted the impasse of the siege, the heavy cavalry regiment would rush to the battlefield as soon as possible. ”

"So that shit means, let me take you here until the orcs lose interest in fighting, or we're all wiped out?"

Danas laughed angrily, and a flash of sharpness flashed in his eyes:

"The face of the kingdom of Stormgard has been lost by those cowards, since there are no reinforcements, then let's give it a go!"

"Let the soldiers prepare torches, I'd rather burn the greenskins behind me than let them join that disgusting tribe again!"

The general jerked out the battle axe behind his back, and he looked back at the orcs who were about to reach the battle zone, his other hand raised in the air, and behind him, the archers and musketeers of Stormgard raised their weapons in unison.

And at this moment, there was a commotion in the orc army at the front of Danas's eyes, and as those orcs retreated to both sides, a scene that made the Alliance soldiers extremely angry appeared before their eyes.

The human soldiers who were captured in the previous chaotic battle were pushed out of the orc position with their hands tied, and there were many of these captives, after all, the small prisoner of war camps in the Arathi Heights had been breached by the orcs before, and the number of missing soldiers was at least more than 2,000, but what really surprised General Danas was that this time the orcs did not kill all the captives, but used them in a more insidious battlefield.

"Thorbane!"

Grom. Hell Roar rode on his own black wolf, and he pulled the reins of the wolf and hovered before the human captives who were forced to kneel on the ground, and behind each captive was an orc executioner with a sharp blade.

Everyone knew what these orcs were going to do, and the entire battlefield fell silent at this moment.

The orc chieftain of the Warsong clan shouted to the human general:

"You're a good fighter! I knew this the first time I met you, and if I could, I'd rather have a real fight with you, and have your head cut off, or be cut off by you... But now, listen! ”

"All the orcs of the Arathi Heights have been freed, except for those behind you, the lives of our compatriots are in your hands, but now, the lives of your soldiers are also in our hands!"

"Now, stand up and let's talk! If you have the guts! ”

"Roar Roar"

Grom's provocation caused the orcs behind him to let out an earth-shattering roar, and they mocked the human position in front of them, and within a minute, the heavily armed Danas was carrying a battle axe and walked out of the defensive position, and beside him, were two loyal veterans, shields in hand, ready to protect the general's evacuation.

At Danas's side, there was also Lord Mograine, a great nobleman from Lordaeron, a brave paladin who followed behind Danas and did not feel feared by the sea of orcs in front of him.

Danas stood 20 meters in front of the position, and with his wrist moving, he shouted at Grom:

"So, Chief Greenskin, what do you want to talk to me about? Will you surrender to an alliance that you will never be able to defeat? I can't accept that I don't have enough prisons to imprison you again! ”

The general's voice was filled with arrogance and disdain, which caused the human defenders behind him to burst into laughter, and Danas was satirizing the orcs with facts, after all, behind him were the cages where the orc captives were held.

The morale of both sides was also raised by the confrontation between the leaders of the two sides.

"You're a good mouthful, Danas, and I wish your axe was as nimble as your tongue."

Grom snorted disdainfully, his finger pointing at the human captives behind him, and he shouted:

"But before we get into a fight, I'd like to exchange you for a prisoner, 2,000 human soldiers who have lost their armor, for the 4,700 orcs held behind you! Don't you call yate yourself "civilized" and "benevolent"? Now, let me see your civilization! ”

This request made Danas frown, and he glanced back at the same puzzled Grand Knight of Mograine, both of whom were veterans of the Second Great War, and they were more familiar than anyone else with the simple and crude ways of orcs, and the exchange of prisoners had never happened in previous wars.

"Don't promise him, Danas."

With a hint of paladin pity, Mograine glanced at the human captives captured by the orcs, and he whispered:

"It's not a good deal, and I seriously doubt that these orcs, who have no honor at all, will keep their promises, and most importantly, once we give them the captives, we..."

"We're going to lose the last hole card, I know, Mograini."

Danas nodded slightly at Mograini:

"It's weird, it's clear that these orcs want to free their captives, but they don't want to pay too many casualties, which is in conflict with their usual way of doing things, and I don't know why they did it, but we can take advantage of this, we need more time than they do."

"What the hell are you muttering there?"

Grom waited a little impatiently, and he shouted:

"If you want to fight, you can fight, and if you want to exchange, you should hurry up... I can't wait to cut off your heads! ”

"Are you in such a hurry to go to hell?"

Danas turned around and scolded very unceremoniously:

"Greenskins are stupid, of course the alliance will not give up the lives of any of its members, but the exchange of more than 6,000 people is something I can't decide, and frankly, I can't trust you!"

"Then let you see my sincerity!"

Grom raised his left hand, a gesture that alerted Danas and Mograine at the same time, and behind him, the archers also aimed their weapons at the orcs, but to everyone's surprise, after Grom raised his arm, at least a hundred human captives were pushed out of the orc position, and instead of cutting off their heads from behind, the orc executioners cut the ropes and set the soldiers free.

Seeing those free human soldiers being driven out of the orc position under the punches and kicks of the orcs, not only General Danas and Grand Knight Mograini were stunned, but even the released captives themselves were stunned.

Many of them were ready to die, intending to kill themselves if necessary, but now, seeing their companions walk through the clearing between them and return safely to the human position, a wave of doubt rose in their hearts.

Did these orcs take the wrong medicine today?

What exactly are they going to do?

"I've shown my sincerity! Danas, where is your sincerity? ”

Grom arrogantly questioned, his strangely accented human language echoing over the eerie battlefield:

"To exchange? Still going to war! The choice, I'll leave it to you! ”

Danas. Sweat was running down Tolbane's forehead, he wasn't afraid of fighting orcs to the death on the battlefield, he was used to it, but now, the orcs who had always been reckless were clearly carrying out some intrigues he didn't understand, which made the iron will of the battle warrior rarely shake.

He looked back at the Grand Knight of Lordaeron, and Mograine shook his head at him, and there was a hint of undisguised doubt in the eyes of the Grand Knight of Lordaeron.

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"I don't know what happened to the Arathi Heights."

The ruins of the former Dunhold Castle had been transformed into a large prisoner of war camp a few years ago, where more than 5,000 orcs were imprisoned, and now that the battle on the front lines was tense, the paladins from Lordaeron took over the defenses and made the position as steel.

And now, Paladin Uther and his friend Tirio. Standing on the walls of the prisoner of war camp, Ferding was worried about the war in the Alathi Heights, and once the assembled orcs broke through the defenses of the Arathi Heights, then more than 50,000 orcs would instantly turn around and rush into the Hillsbrad Hills, which was the worst future.

"Maybe we should split up some of our men to support Mograini and Danas."

Uther said to Fordin:

"The withdrawal of Gilneth and Quel'Thalas, the strength of the alliance has been seriously weakened, relying only on Stormgard's army, it is impossible to stop the orcs, Gathiris is a little reckless, if his attitude can be better, maybe we can bring Stratholme's 2 legions together."

Furding, a traditional nobleman who had reached middle age, nodded silently, but he didn't seem to want to say too much on matters related to royal power, and he shifted the topic in another direction:

"Dunhold has an army of 14,000 men, and I can take 4,000 men... Maybe it would be possible to disrupt the orc supply lines from the rear with Dasohan, as we did in the Burning Plains. ”

"Well, this is a good plan, relying on the high mobility of the knights, wandering between the hills and the highlands, so that if the orcs attack there, we can react in time..."

"Wow"

While the two commanders were talking, they saw a patrol in front of the drawbridge outside the castle, and a patrol that had gone out a few minutes earlier appeared at the gates of the city, and behind him, several orcs.

This strange scene caused Uther and Furding to look at each other, and the two of them hurried to the city gate under the protection of the guards.

A moment later, Uther saw the strange-looking patrolmen, and the leader of the orcs, and he jerked out the hammer behind his back, shouting:

"Orgrim! You fugitive, what are you doing here? ”

Fordin's reaction was more direct:

"Soldiers, arrest him!"

In the face of the surrounding soldiers, Orgrim was not nervous, and even reached out to stop the young orc behind him from clenching his weapons, he looked back at Uther and Fordin, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"I am an envoy of the Orc Clan, and this time, I have come with a will for peace! I want to see your king! ”

"All the kings!"