In the autumn of the 5th year of the Dark Gate, this night is destined to change the fate of many people.

Not only Tyrion or Zurkin, but many others will be swept up in it, like a butterfly that has just begun to flap its wings, and how much of a storm it will roll up in the future, no one knows yet.

And while Zurkin and Tyrion were playing the game of hunting, a raid battle that did not exist in history slowly kicked off in the night rain.

It's been 4 years since the orcs entered this world from the Dark Gate, their world has died, and entering this world called Azeroth is also regarded as a struggle to survive, and as the saying goes, survival is the best battle...

They captured the kingdom of Stormwind in the south of the continent, killed the kingdom king Ryan, and forced the young prince Varian and his ministers and people to flee north, and now, their iron hooves have broken through the dwarven kingdom of Kazmodan in the center of the continent, and are advancing towards the kingdom of the northern frontier, and a great war is about to break out.

As the Great Chief of the Tribe, Orgrim. Doomhammer's closest Overseer, Wallock. Sarufar had recently received a special order to lead an elite force through the blockade of the human kingdom to the heart of the kingdom of Alterac to save the patriarch of the Amani Troll Clan from a prisoner of war camp in the hills of Hillsbrad, in the heart of the kingdom of Alterac.

The High Chieftain's desire to get the aid of the indigenous Amani trolls of the Northern Frontier in order to gain a new source of troops and destroy the last line of defense of the united human kingdom in one fell swoop is more of a diplomatic mission than an adventure, at least in Sarufar's view, a diplomatic mission that rescues more than threats.

When the orcs took advantage of the night rain to attack the High Elf camp, Safarul didn't feel much threatened...

"This is the hinterland of the human kingdom, and we can't afford to waste too much time here!"

The Orc Overseer put his battle axe in his hand, he leaned on the branch, reached out and took the roast horse meat handed by his subordinates, which was taken from the Quirdore war horse that had just died on the battlefield, Sarufar took a bite of the horse meat, looked at all the sounds around him that were covered by raindrops, and said to his deputy beside him:

"After eating, you take our soldiers first, those rangers will inevitably contact reinforcements after they escape, you have to find a way for us!"

"Okay, I got it."

The Overseer's lieutenant nodded, devoured the horse's flesh in one gulp, then sat cross-legged on the ground, picked up the whetstone, and began to sharpen his red sword.

On this orc's arm, there is a triangular mark of the Furnace Mountain, which represents his clan, Blackstone.

Sarufar's arm also bears the emblem of the Clan, a spear in the light of thunder, a brave and shrewd Overseer from the Thunder King's clan.

The two of them sat by the faint campfire, waiting for the end of Zulkin's revenge, the orcs are not emotionless weapons of war, they also have their own culture and civilization, while Sarufar closed his eyes and rested, the orc who sharpened his weapon suddenly spoke:

"Overseer, why do you say the Great Chief spared Gul'dan's tricky bastard? And let him return to high positions? ”

The question made Sarufar's eyes snap open, and he turned his head to look at the young and brave orc, who was silent for a moment, and then whispered:

"Red, you're resenting the Great Chief, aren't you? Because he killed your father? ”

"No"

Red the Orc turned his head and continued to polish his weapon beside the flames, and after a moment he muttered:

"My father died in a duel with the Great Chief Sacred Makgora, he died like a real orc chieftain, I have no resentment, if I have to say hatred, it can only be Gul'dan and his Shadow Council... I saw with my own eyes how my father was fooled by them, watched them spread darkness, and eventually led the tribe to defeat..."

"I want to break his neck, now!"

This answer did not give Sarufar a sigh of relief, and as one of the few Orcs willing to use his brains, Sarufar could discern a hint of resentment in Red's tone.

And he is also very aware of the special position of this young man in front of him in the current tribe, he is the eldest son of the previous big chieftain Black Hand, although he is currently only the patriarch of the small clan he established himself, the Black Tooth Laughing Clan, but he has a high reputation among the Blackstone Orcs, and it is basically certain that he will inherit the position of the Blackstone Chief in the future.

And the Blackstone tribe is a part of the current tribe's extremely strong orcs, and at the critical point of this decisive battle, there must not be any signs of rebellion.

Therefore, Sarufar thought for a moment and replied in a low voice:

"Don't worry, Red, the Great Chief has said more than once that there is no place for Gul'dan and his sneaky Shadow Council in his tribe, and now he is in command of the Plunder Clan, just to let him fight for us against the spellcasters of the human kingdom, and for us to seize the right to survive this world, and wait until everything is over..."

Sarufar reached out and patted Red on the shoulder:

"I swear by my clan, I will hand over the power to execute him to you with my own hands!"

"Good!"

Red simply spat out an answer, which made Sarufar's eyes twinkle, as a cronie who was absolutely loyal to the Great Chief Orgrim, Sarufar didn't want to see the tribe split because of this, he felt that he should find a time to enlighten the young man.

And just in Red. When the Black Hand left with a group of orcs, in the dark night not far from the orc camp, a large force of more than 300 people was advancing rapidly.

The leader is the king of Kul Tiras, who has just recovered after treatment, and at this time he is already wearing war armor and wearing a war helmet. Proudmoor, and behind him, is an army of humans, elves, and a united army, who have arrived from Southsea Town.

Cassel who rushed to call for help. Mingyi was among them, but his feet were far from that fast, in fact, 20 minutes after he crawled out of the orc's warning circle along the river, he encountered the army that had already rushed over from Nanhai Town to support.

Lotherma. Theron's prediction of danger was very accurate, and King Dareen was unwilling to turn a blind eye to the dangers that might encounter his savior, so he gathered the army of Southsea Town as king and rushed to the prisoner of war camp near Dunhold Castle as fast as possible.

And after seeing the elven prisoner of war camp destroyed by the orcs, the human soldiers who originally had some complaints about this attack with an unclear goal also cheered up, and Dai Lin, who planned to destroy the infiltrated orc army in one fell swoop, also sent messengers to the nearby towns of Tarummere and Dunhold Castle, asking them to immediately send troops to besiege the orcs with him!

"Right ahead! Zulkin and Captain Tyrion, and those damned orcs are there! ”

Riding on the horses of the human cavalry, Kassel guided the way to the army, and as he approached the faint bonfire that was faintly visible in the night rain in the distance, Dareen gave the order to prepare for a surprise attack. Theron walked up to Cassel, whispered something to him, and disappeared into the night alone.

Lotherma didn't believe Tyrion was dead... He's going to find out for himself!

Nearly 10 minutes later, Overseer Sarufar suddenly opened his eyes, and not only him, but also the surrounding orc veterans grabbed their weapons in their hands, Sarufar stood up and looked up at the night in the distance, the earth shook at a dangerous distance, and torches flew in the air.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! ”

Sarufar's deep voice resounded through the night sky, and he lifted the double-edged axe in his hand and shouted loudly:

"Spread out! Disperse! Dodge the charge of those human knights! ”

And the human knights, who had already raised their speed, galloped on the flat ground of the hills of Hillsbrad, and the unhurried night rain had not yet made the ground soft and muddy, and it seemed that this time Lady Luck was still on the side of the humans.

Under the leadership of King Dai Lin, they soon entered the final sprint, with iron cavalry mounted in front of them, and between the galloping horses in armor, a torrent of steel took shape, and the earth trembled in the night under its rage.

"The Greenskins slaughtered our people in the South and destroyed a noble kingdom!"

"Now, they dare to stick their disgusting claws into our territory!!"

"Warriors! Charge! Send these crumbs to hell!! ”

Dai Lin's battle cry rang out in the dark night, and the knights' cheers in unison sent the orcs and trolls into a panic, and the High Elf rangers were filled with anger after witnessing the tragedy of their compatriots being slaughtered, and the elves' vengeful arrows had woven a web of death in the darkness before the knight's charge arrived.

It represents the first wave of the night attack.

Orcs are generally more than 2 meters tall, the whole body muscles are tense, and the strength is great, an orc infantry can face 3-5 human infantry head-on, in the frontal battlefield, the same number of human infantry can only be slaughtered, but the orcs in Azeroth are not without resistance, the charge of the human heavy armored cavalry, they are still unable to resist with flesh and blood.

In fact, before the Kingdom of Stormwind was destroyed, it was the fearless charge of cavalry and the suicide magic attacks of mages that bought precious time for the final evacuation of the people.

Under Sarufar's reprimand, the veterans of this orc army have withdrawn in the direction of the cavalry charge, but unfortunately, the Amani trolls who stay with them have been dealing with the High Elves for many years, and they have too little knowledge of human cavalry, and these trolls fled in a hurry, not only did not buy time for the orcs, but made the evacuation of the orcs more difficult.

"Crush them! Kill every greenskin! ”

Dai Lin brandished his two-handed heavy sword, and under the escort of the four Grand Knights of Kul Tiras, he was the first to rush into the battlefield, and the three trolls brandished their weapons to try to resist the armored war horses whose speed had reached the limit, but the next moment, their bodies flew out like broken rag dolls, and Dai Lin's war horses did not stay for even a second, and rushed into the orc troops in the rear.

The human king wielded his heavy sword, and with the force of the impact, easily slashed the heads of the two orcs away, and in the blood splattered, Dai Lin let out the most hearty roar.

"That's it! Charge! Charge! Charge again! ”

"Warriors of humanity! Kill all the shit! ”

"Whew"

At the moment when Dai Lin took the lead in piercing the orc army in the darkness, the flying axe in the darkness roared and smashed towards Dai Lin's body, and Dai Lin dodged it.

"Ahhh Mankind! ”

A roar came from his side, along with the sound of a blade breaking through the wind.

The foreknowledge of danger made Dai Lin jump off the war horse without thinking about it, rolled twice on the ground, and then saw the war horse whose neck had been cut off by the battle axe fell weakly to the ground, and in the dark night opposite him, next to the corpse of the war horse, an orc wearing armor and carrying a battle axe was roaring and rushing towards him.

"I know you! Dai Lin! Today, you will become the second human king to die at the hands of the Horde!! ”

In the face of this provocation, Dai Lin reached out and threw aside the cloak behind his back, grabbed the heavy sword with both hands, and rushed forward without fear, he was more like a fighter than a king:

"My head is here, come and get it! Green-skinned crumbs! ”