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To be precise, it's not really a valley, it's more like a small pit, about 6 meters wide and 5 meters deep, surrounded by rock walls that make it a perfect shelter for other rocks, which is probably why we chose to meet here.

Orgrim hid on the edge of the pit with two of his most trusted and powerful guards, his trolls sprinkling leaves and smell-clearing things on him. As much as the Great Chief didn't like them, he and his guards endured it.

It wasn't long before he heard a voice coming.

Following the direction from which the voice came, Orgrim saw a creature the size of an orc laborer awkwardly moving towards the valley floor.

Orgrim clenched the Hammer of Doom in his hand lightly, staring cautiously at the comer.

The creature leaned against the stone wall and gasped for air, then stood up and looked around.

"Hey......" the cloaked creature whispered.

"I'm here. Orgrim responded, stretching himself out and crawling out of the pile of leaves to the open area at the bottom of the valley.

The mysterious creature straightened, breathing noticeably shorter as he approached the tribal chief. Orgrim also noticed that the guy had a hatchet around his waist, nothing like the troll's, it was well-made and not worn, and it was clear that the guy had never used it yet.

"Excuse me...... Are you Lord Doomhammer?" the creature stammered, cowering back involuntarily, "Can you speak the lingua franca?"

"I am Orgrim*, the leader of the Blackstone Clan, the Grand Chief of the Tribe, and I understand your language. Orgrim replied in what was already a very standard lingua franca, "And you, is that the secret letter you sent me?"

This is a secret meeting, and theoretically no third party will know about it.

Unfortunately, this so-called theory is as clear to a shameless time-traveler as a lighthouse in the night.

In the hastily built Northland Fortress, Duke sits in the tallest room in the tallest tower. People in this era generally did not have the concept of ventilation, and it was only in high places that Duke felt more comfortable.

Feeling the cool breeze almost squeezing in from the shooting hole, Duke tapped his index finger lightly on the tabletop. A cool breeze was blowing behind Duke, and Duke wouldn't know who was coming.

"Yo, dear, how was your harvest today?"

Aurelia blushed and snorted indifferently, "Hmph! ”

Duke raised his forehead, he was also wondering, how could a mature and beautiful royal sister suddenly change her painting style and become a tsundere?

"But looking at your expression, it's a good gain, right?"

"Luckily, I killed a couple of two-headed ogres with a double arrow. Now they all retreated into the mountain path. ”

The two-headed ogre is very difficult to deal with, not only is its skin thick enough to withstand a normal sword, but it also has two heads and three hearts.

Either get rid of both heads, or impale all three hearts, or the ogre won't die at all.

Duke saw with his own eyes that an ogre whose chest was pierced by the crossbow arrows of two ballistae struggled to break a crossbow bolt the thickness of a human arm with a large wooden stick, got up and charged hundreds of meters towards the human side, and then was besieged by a large group of soldiers with steel spears and spears, and it took dozens of stabs before he was stabbed to death.

It is only a guy like Aurelia who has stepped into the realm of heroes that can easily clean up the two-headed ogre.

"Well done, kill more, and we'll have a lot easier in the future. ”

"Hmph, who told you not to allow our sisters to go in. ”

Duke smiled dumbly, "I'm just afraid that you will kill the guys inside too quickly, so I can't ask Terrenus for soldiers." ”

Duke's approach is a bit like raising a thief with self-respect. It was because of the real threat of the Horde that Duke and Terenus were able to join forces to force the lords of eastern Lordaeron to contribute money and efforts. You must know that this group of bastards knew that the Silver Pine Forest was threatened, and they were still grinding foreign workers, and they couldn't think of money or effort.

Now that it's okay, the tribe is almost at the doorstep, and this group of guys is also panicked, and hurriedly recruits soldiers to pay for it. Duke here almost wants people, money and money.

It's a pity that these lords mobilized too late for the war. They cobbled together more than 40,000 people, but Duke found that only 1,000 were professional soldiers, less than 5,000 were militiamen with basic military training, and the remaining 30,000 were farmers who had just washed their feet and went to the fields.

The only fortunate thing is that Luo Danlun is really rich and his sister, and 50,000 sets of armor and swords are actually given as he says.

These days, Duke has sent almost every guy under his command who knows how to train to train these farmers.

Aurelia didn't care, she and her sisters and more than 500 elven rangers slaughtered Zumashal's tribe every day. Only when the tribe dispatched the Wyvern did they retreat.

Hearing Duke say that he was afraid that they would kill the tribe, Aurelia quit: "Hey, isn't there more than 50,000 tribe main forces inside?"

"Orgrim has long since run away, and there is nothing in it except for the elite of no more than three thousand. ”

"Huh!?" Aurelia exclaimed, and then her expression became serious, "Then why don't you go after these tribes?"

"It's not that I don't go, but I don't want to. "Duke pulled out a very formal official letter.

Aurelia swept her eyes: "His Majesty Aiden thinks that Alterac is not threatened by the Horde Front, and refuses to allow the Alliance troops to enter?

The Ranger Heroine was instantly excited: "Hell, why didn't Aiden let us in? Is he a fool? Could he be as arrogant as the damned Silvermoon Councillor? Why is that little mountain country so arrogant?"

Duke didn't speak, he just clicked on a few magical images to Aurelia.

When Aurelia saw it, she immediately covered her mouth and lost her voice: "It's so miserable......"

"Yes, it's miserable!"

These images depict the deplorable situation in various parts of the continent of Lordaeron.

The desolate earth is dead and silent, and it is clear that the earth is intoxicating green, but there is no sign of bird and beast activity everywhere. The screen shows a once-sprawling human town. Now a large number of scavengers are having a meal.

Vultures, crows, wild dogs, maggots, ......

In the huge town, there is not a single intact wall, let alone a roof. The walls were filled with crude spears nailed to the corpses of Alliance warriors, and looking at their armor, they had all been killed after a fierce battle. However, their bodies were desecrated, apparently nailed to them by the orcs of the tribe after their deaths. (To be continued.) )