Cross the Sador Bridge into the Arathi Heights and follow the road that curves to the west to reach Fort Riptide, the main city of the Kingdom of Stormgard. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As the ancient capital of the Araso Empire more than 2,000 years ago, as a thick dirt road that has been trampled by countless people, horses, and all kinds of livestock for thousands of years, at this moment, everyone who stares at the road will find that the road is shaking.

Not only the dirt road, but the whole land shook and shook as if a waiter was serving a cup of beer to a guest on a tray. No, the entire Arathi Heights seemed to tremble slightly.

If you can look down from the sky, you will find that three groups of people are running wild on the main road.

At the front were nearly 10,000 Riptide infantry and craftsmen, and after a night of rapid marching, they were less than twenty kilometers away from Riptide Fort. The Highland Cavalry of Fort Riptide were taking cover not far from them, and scouts on horseback were constantly exploring the rear.

The same small number of griffon cavalry joined the scouting queue.

The group in the middle was not very numerous, only a pitiful hundred horsemen and a carriage.

The last group was the green sea of orcs, and at least 30,000 orcs were running wild less than half a kilometer from the middle group, trying to catch up with the middle group and break them into pieces.

It wasn't that the middle group was faster, but every time a wolf cavalry approached within three hundred meters of the middle group, a long arrow would pierce the morning light—a shining arrow, shaped like a black shuttle, and all the light slipped through its sides, with a sharp whistling, and whether the comer dodged or blocked, it was bound to shoot at its vital point and kill him.

On the back seat of the carriage, a man with a bow, blonde hair flying, and the green ranger's cloak is a flag. The banner represented a name that was well known among the tribe - Sylvanas!

And in front of the entire team, a knight with a divine golden light shining all over his body held a banner high, and the pattern of the flag was simple, it was a blue storm like a tornado.

For orcs, this flag is no stranger.

This represents another sworn enemy of the orcs, the human mage hero Duke Marcus.

Obviously, there are more other flags on the Alliance's side, but there are only a few that are remembered by the simple-minded orcs, and Duke's blue storm flag is the most impressive one.

They chased Duke so frantically that they didn't even realize that they had long since strayed from the continent and headed north of the Arathi Heights.

Orcs are stupid, but the knights who just joined Duke are not stupid.

What did Duke do this? Wasn't it to lure the orcs away and prevent them from catching up with the last retreating Riptide generals?

Even though they had sworn allegiance, their origins would not change, and their memories still haunted their deep feelings for the Arathi Highlands, and in a trance, the blue storm banner in their eyes changed. It was as if it had become the battle banner of Emperor Soladin that had shone on the battlefield 2,800 years ago.

Duke's slender figure seemed to coincide with the legendary Soladin the Great.

The same sublime greatness.

The same is the selflessness that crosses the boundaries of clans and countries.

For the reproduction and future of the human race, he stood at the forefront of the fight against foreign races without regrets.

The knights' eyes moistened quietly.

Soon, their moist eyes widened with fright.

In the middle of the day, the vast mountains north of the Arathi Heights have been covered by the sun's rays, breaking through the mist of the morning mist, and everything on the highlands is dyed with golden light. But in the distance, in the increasingly bad scenery, an incomparably large humanoid silhouette could be faintly seen.

"My lord, I can't go any further, there is one of the few forbidden places in the Arathi Heights, and there is a ...... there," a knight summoned Duke to warn.

Duke smiled mysteriously, "Are you talking about Fuzluk?

The knight was completely dumbfounded.

What? My lord is looking for the bad luck of Fuzluk?

The sun is like a giant axe of violence, and with one axe, it splits the clouds in the sky and completely pours it on the earth.

Above the Arathi Plateau, green grass is everywhere, and spring flowers bloom all over the highland grasslands.

But above the meadow, a blinding bright green covers the natural green of the meadow.

Tens of thousands of orcs marched in unison in newly created armor, and countless rough banners came into view of Duke and his knights.

As always, ghost drawings.

Each of them is painted with symbols that can only be understood by orcs. From partridges to lions, axes, hammers, broken or intact hammers, all the mess is repeated.

The only thing Duke recognized was a battle flag marked with black tusks.

Blackfang Clan - After his father, the Black Hand, the Great Chief, was killed by Anduin Lothar, Red and his brother Maim insist that Orgrim killed their father, and they vow to reclaim their father's power and position from Orgrim's hands. Their idea was openly supported by quite a few orcs. In order to avoid a civil war, and to show that he has a clear conscience, Orgrim acquiesced to all this, and the Blackfang Clan was born.

The Blackstone clan should be said to be worthy of the first clan of the orcs, and their warriors are so numerous and so strong. Even if there is a split, it is still very powerful.

Orgrim took the most elite Blackstone warriors to Hinterland, and the rest joined Red's Blacktooth Clan.

The commander-in-chief of the Southern Front tribe, Red Blackhand, rode out of the crowd on a huge black wolf. Quite confident in his reflexes and force, he took twelve guards and approached Duke and Duke's knights at high speed.

Until 100 meters away, Red Black Hand Huo Ran stood still.

"Duke Marcus, today is your death! For the sake of you, a coward, I will not cut off your head as a trophy. The head of the conspirator is not worthy of being my martial honor. ”

Duke bared his teeth and said secretly in his heart: Nima, I was really underestimated!

Duke laughed loudly, "Hahaha! you want my head, you can beat my servant Fuzluk first." ”

Suddenly, not only Red, but even the orcs in the distance behind Red felt the earth tremble. It was a huge footstep made by a single living being.

To have such heavy, thunderous footsteps must be unimaginably giant.

Sure enough, in the orc's vision, an incomparably huge stone giant appeared with a calm step.

The giant was thirty meters tall, made of metallic ore and a large amount of stone, and its clenched fist was the size of Red's chieftain's tent.

He is the taboo of the Arathi Heights, the stone giant Fuzluk! (To be continued.) )