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There is no regret pill in the world.

Seeing Duke's men get out of the way so neatly, Ogrim regretted that his bowels were cleared.

Along the way, he stubbornly subdued a group of belligerent orcs, and only then did he 'sneak' to this day. While demonic blood gives orcs great strength and physique, it also increases their belligerence to the extreme.

This is a group of unruly subordinates.

The price to pay for maintaining the orc's bloodiness and desire for destruction is very high.

If Duke engaged, even if the Horde lost, Orgrim would be able to round the game. Now Duke is leading the army as slippery as a loach, and he won't fight you at all, and Orgrim can't do anything with Duke.

Duke was clearly trying to drag the tribe to death.

Now at the beginning of the alliance between orcs and trolls, there has been a lot of friction and many minor contradictions that have not been resolved. In order to unite different forces and races, in addition to having a common goal and non-conflicting interests, there must also be the most important point - victory.

Any nascent organization needs to be nourished with victory and success in order to thrive.

The reason why Duke was able to quickly achieve a high reputation in the league is not because Duke is a winning marshal.

It was impossible for Orgrim to make a promise to the trolls, but he was slow to attack the elves. On the contrary, the longer it drags on, the better it is for the alliance.

From the holy city of Stratholme to the east, it is basically a desolate place, and even if the tribe turns the sky here, it will not have much impact on Lordaeron. And once Hinterland is cleared, Duke will be supported by 20,000 elite human soldiers and an entire Brute Hammer Dwarven Griffin Air Regiment.

That's what Duke takes advantage of.

Unfortunately, Duke was accurate in his calculations, but Orgrim was even more ruthless.

Looking at the empty human camp, every orc warrior had resentment and unwillingness on his face, on the contrary, most of the trolls had disdain and slight mockery in their eyes.

Orgrim shouted, "Do you see? This is a cunning human! a human who never dared to fight a brave orc head-on. Despicable, cowardly, shameless, lowly! But they teased the brave orcs! Can we bear this tone?"

"No! never!"

"Absolutely unbearable!"

For a while, the crowd was turbulent, and tens of thousands of orcs roared together, and they raised their weapons to vent the anger in their hearts.

"I need a brave general to carry out a dangerous sabotage mission for the Horde!?"

Immediately, more than a dozen generals came out of the ranks.

However, Orgrim ended up choosing Noggarh!

Noggar, known as the 'Flesh Ripper'!

This is a notoriously fierce general from the Warsong Clan, who was an inconspicuous pawn when he traveled through the world of Azeroth. Now he is already a general.

Where did his martial arts come from?

Ask the human warriors he tore to shreds!

In his hands, at least three champion knights were torn alive. These warriors who are proud of the human world have become part of his terrifying legends.

Orgrim opened the detailed map captured from humanity: "I need you to pick the ten thousand furious orc warriors to destroy here, here, and then come here to join us." Can you do it?"

Noggar's eyes flashed with bloodthirsty fierceness: "No problem, Grand Chief. ”

The next morning, Duke smiled wryly.

The tribe has the advantage in combat power, so the tribe is qualified to divide the army. The partial division of 10,000 orcs is not too much, and it is not too much to say less. If you want to eat it with all your might, Duke's army of 30,000 people will have to be diverted.

If you don't care, you won't do it.

For Orgrim clearly holds the heart of Duke, or rather the Alliance, which has always been a confederation based on different kingdoms. Unlike tribes, the Great Chieftain has a clear affiliation with the chiefs of the major clans below.

Alliances, especially the current ones, need to take care of the interests of each kingdom and the feelings of the people.

Now the detachment staggered from Duke's army of 30,000 and went straight to Talon County, south of Stratholme, and an independent squad was on Mares' farm to destroy Lordaeron's food production.

When King Terenus heard the news, he was almost scared, and it was another hour of three magical teleportations. Duke was annoyed.

"There's no such thing as blacklisting for the magic message of yarn?" Duke rubbed his eyebrows, and after thinking about it, Duke still erected a mental barrier, and now whoever sends a magic message can't receive it.

He also gave the system elf a task on how to develop a magic version of the blacklist.

In the end, Duke decided to scare Tyrenus.

"Judging by my judgment of the situation of the battle, the main force of the Horde army is preparing to attack Stratholme. Therefore, I can only focus on the Holy City and temporarily abandon the attack on the tribe's partial division. Duke opened his eyes and said nonsense, and Illusia, who was in charge of helping Duke interrogate and scold, rolled her eyes and still did so.

To withstand the political pressure of the alliance leader, this is by no means something that ordinary people dare to do. One can imagine how embarrassed and blamed Duke would have been afterwards.

"Order!Let all towns in the whole area, including Talon County, evacuate the people, and take refuge in the nearest Keldaron or Stratholm of the Barov family. Order!Let Simos clean up the remnants of Hinterland...... Hold the predetermined position and build the Northland Fortress. ”

It was all for her Quel'Thalas, at the cost of burning most of the towns in the entire region except Stratholme. Aurelia pursed her lips and silently squeezed Duke's hand.

On May 18th, the main force of the tribe finally left the human territory and entered the territory of Quel'Thalas.

"Quiet or die!" Zujin warned his men in the harshest tone.

They were swiftly making their way through the forest into the realm of Quel'Thalas.

Even if he hadn't gotten to that damn magically protected forest yet, Zujin wouldn't mind ordering an appetizer first.

His keen perception was reminding him that the elf was not far ahead of him.

He slowed down, supple and light, taking every step through the tree. Zujin's movements were so silent that it was completely unimaginable, this was a troll who was more than two meters and twenty meters tall. The huge, slightly slender body was so gentle and agile that Zujin didn't even touch a single leaf or branch.

He clenched the axe infused with the beast spirit in both hands, and 'flew' lightly between the trees.

He didn't want the elves to know they were coming, at least not yet.

Along with the Amani trolls around him, he silently watched as a group of twenty elven border patrols stepped into their ambush circle. (To be continued.) )