Small-scale harassment, gradual increase in troops, leaving traces, bait and ambush.

When he was young, Gul'dan also fought against the brutal oppression of ogres and the freedom of all the Orcs of Draenor.

So don't look at being a shaman in the early years, and now he has become a warlock and has mixed into the ranks of the mage, Guldan is also a ruthless character who can pick up a knife and lead troops to fight.

Thinking that Guldan, who had been nominated for the Top Ten Outstanding Orc Youth Rankings in Shadow Moon Valley back then, didn't have to use his mind to arrange such a small-scale tactical arrangement, how he fought ogres back then, and how he fought elves now.

The trap is not afraid of the old, the method is not afraid of the old, just work.

So, at the cost of 300 trolls who supported the decoy, Zujin's army wiped out more than a thousand High Elf ranger soldiers. The backup post that was watching from afar was blocked by Gul'dan and his Death Knights.

In this battle, there was a vacuum in the power of the Kingdom of Quel'Salas in the eastern part of the Yongge Forest, and according to the army discipline, it would take at least three days for Silvermoon City to discover the abnormality, plus the striking-off when the troops were dispatched, it was impossible to organize the trolls of Zujin and the orcs of Gul'dan to do whatever they wanted in this area in less than a week.

"Gul'dan, I have to say, I underestimated your talent, although three hundred of Amani's warriors gave their lives, but this is a great victory, these gadgets you have made are very useful, we are no longer afraid of the little tricks of the elves. Without these pretenses, trolls have nothing to fear. ”

Zujin was haughty, but not stupid, and the troll leader showed due respect to those who could help him.

"No, Lord Zujin, I'm only for the sake of the tribe, for the covenant between orcs and trolls, for everyone's final victory. It was only a small help. The whole plan is actually simple and unsightly, it is the noble sacrifice of the warriors of Zuaman in exchange for the victory of the tribe, and the glory belongs to the great Zujin and belongs to Amani! ”

There is no defect in IQ for those who can be mixed into the Dharma, when Gul'dan said this in the troll language. Zujin and his men all think that Gul'dan is actually an orc.

Well, although this orc is not good-looking, he is actually a good person, Gul'dan is a good comrade, and this friend is worth befriending. That's about what it looks like.

"Lord Zujin, in order to better study the elven enchantment, I need as many rune stones as possible. But I have limited manpower, so if your team finds something similar and suspicious during the assault, please let me know in as much detail as possible. The larger the sample size. The faster the cracking progresses. Without this damn barrier, the elves are at the mercy of the great Amani trolls, serving as slaves and food. ”

Seeing that the atmosphere was similar, Gul'dan finally stated his purpose.

"Well, you're right, it's reasonable. Gul'dan, you have proven your worth in previous battles, and Zukin now recognizes you as a friend of Amani's troll. For friends. Trolls are not stingy. Your reasonable request will be met by our trolls. Summoned to the next level, something suspected to be an elven rune stone was found. Return as soon as possible. ”

With Zujin's promise, Gul'dan smiled innocently.

"It's all for the Horde, for the friendship of the Orcs and Trolls, for the sake of Grand Chief Orgrim."

"Master, you were laughing disgustingly." Leave the trolls, Tyrone. Bloodseeker said to Gul'dan.

"I hate trolls. I hate the color of their skin, I hate their teeth, I hate the smell of them. But wouldn't it be nice to be able to achieve the goal with words and expressions? When strength is insufficient, wisdom is even more precious. "Gul'dan was in front of his men. Returned to his usual grim expression.

"Master, although my current body is human, I am still proud of my orc identity." Tyrone. Bloodseeker said.

"And then? What are you trying to express? Gul'dan turned his head at a forty-five degree angle and squinted at Tyrone. Bloodseeker at a glance.

"I think there's something wrong with your description." Tyrone. Bloodseeker replied.

"What's the problem." Gul'dan was extremely patient with his strongest and most loyal men.

"Because of the fusion of human memories, it seems to me that orcs and trolls are both green-skinned, and both have big fangs, and they don't taste very good." Tyrone. Bloodseeker replied truthfully.

"So should I give you a different head or a different nose?" Guldansensen laughed.

"As long as the new head or nose is stronger than the current one, I don't have a problem." Tyrone. Bloodseeker said.

"Well, it seems that the fusion of a thousand souls still has a certain impact on you, when you were a pure orc before, you didn't have so many words. It seems that the Death Knight still has room for improvement. "Discover Tyrone. Bloodseeker wasn't trying to amuse or make fun of himself, and Gulda gave up on the idea of punishing the Death Knight and instead began to think about how to continue to improve the nascent Death Knight.

Carlos stationed his army on the border of Stratholme and Quel'Thalas, and the soldiers began to cut down wood to build a makeshift camp. Unlike the M button on the game map in memory, Stratholme and Quel'Salas are not just connected by a mountain path, but also separated by a large mountain forest. Without a guide to lead the way, Carlos didn't want Alterac's soldiers to engage in guerrilla warfare with trolls in this terrain.

After arranging the barracks for the army, Carlos went to Stratholme with a small number of guards and generals, ready to talk to the Stratholme City Council.

Aurelia had only spent the night in Stratholme, enjoying the hotel's hot water and soft beds, and then rushed back to Quel'Salas early the next morning.

Living people are never cold statistics, and the long march has made Aurelia a little tired, and it is necessary to have enough rest in the event of an encounter with a troll at any time.

However, just as Aurelia sensed Quylslyn and was about to requisition a dragon eagle from the local Far Wanderer troops, Zujin's trolls had already begun to sweep through the Jinge Forest.

"Gul'dan, Lord Zujin asked me to inform you that we have found what you are looking for." A strong troll named Ekirsson contacts him using the shadow magic communication and positioning device that Gul'dan has given to the trolls.

"What it looks like, what it looks like!" Gul'dan asked excitedly.

"From a distance, it's an ordinary large rock, and when we get closer, it's imprinted with glowing runes, and we can't destroy it with our weapons." Ekilsson described his findings.

"Don't move there, I'll be there soon."

Guldan's whole body became excited.

Walking slowly in the Yongge Forest, feeling the magical power diffused from the sunwell, Guldan's whole person seemed a little excited as if he was drunk with oxygen.

"But warlock, I don't have enough manpower, there is an elven village next to that rune stone, and there are at least four hundred adult elves." Ekilsson is honest about his findings.

"Don't be afraid, my friend, I will make you understand why the mighty Zujin chose to ally with the orcs, just be patient, the hunt is about to begin." With that, Gul'dan interrupted the magical communication, feeling Ekilson's position, and then stretched out his finger and pointed in one direction. "Tyrone, gather the troops, it's time to get to work."

The last time I was satisfied by killing was when Shattrath broke the city, and the good memories were as long as Tyrone. The Bloodfiend is losing sight of the details.

"Shadow of the Blade, thirsty to kill." Tyrone. Bloodseeker smiled innocently and cruelly. (To be continued......)

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