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The burned forest is as quiet as a tomb where everything can be buried.

With the last spark in the forest extinguished, the heat between heaven and earth finally came to an end.

Just on the bluestone road between two huge woods, a team of human sentinels is stationed at the junction. They have a standard vigilance system, plenty of fires to expand their horizons, and light and dark sentry posts.

However, beyond the shadow of the campfire, some large, but completely silent black shadows crept into their vigilance.

They slowed down, carefully taking every step across the scorched black carbonized bark, their hands clenching their weapons to avoid crashing as they moved.

It is clear that their worries are unwarranted.

Humans are nowhere near as sharp as their long-eared allies, elves.

The earth was pitch black, except for the occasional cold moonlight cast through the gaps in the dense clouds.

The light fell on the ground, creating a strange scene.

Darkness is a very deadly thing for humans, but for trolls, this bit of darkness is nothing, and the trolls have been walking through the forest for many years, so that trolls have the talent of [dark vision].

No, it should be said that as the Night Elves of the dark troll variant branch 14,000 years ago, their talent was inherited from the trolls.

At this moment, the troll's pupils dilated, and the darkness was swept away—every detail of the burned forest was detailed.

In the face of these humans destroying the forest, the trolls have great anger.

So, when they struck, they threw spears with fury on them.

Almost instantly, a team of twelve scouts disappeared from the world.

For three days, relying on the fire to block the Tribe's path, Duke's rescue force narrowed the distance between them and the Tribe's army to 120 kilometers.

This is already a rather sensitive distance. If it is a desperate march, it can be killed in half a day.

At this time, Duke lost track of the Horde army.

It wasn't Orgrim's army that played with evaporation, but Duke had all the scouts sent by Stratholme's side killed. Not only did he take out the scouts, but he also had Duke have Macaro send out a full 5 FFF flamethrower teams.

Duke's face turned pale.

What shook Duke and Aurelia was yet to come.

Clearly knowing that the whereabouts of his army had been exposed, Orgrim simply played a beautiful intelligence suppression. Not only did he send out Zujin's troll troops, but he hunted down human and elven scouts everywhere. He also had Zulushid's dragoon troops attack all human settlements in the area.

You know, this region is far from the eastern plague that was completely destroyed in later generations, not only was there no grass, but it was also full of plague and death. As the rear of the kingdom of Lordaeron, it is still an important grain producing area of Lordaeron.

With most of the combat forces being transferred to defend the border of the Silverpine Forest, the Stratholme area, which was originally used as a large rear, was really empty. Many towns can't even assemble a single team of archers. Not to mention dealing with the red dragon that flies around in the sky and breathes fire.

For a time, the city was in danger.

The nobles of Mareth Farm, Daron County, Stratholme and other places appealed to Lordaeron for help, and King Terenus, who was under great pressure, immediately threw a stack of letters of help to Duke.

It made Duke almost want to die at the sight of the magic message.

"Orgrim is going to fight Stratholme?" Wendthor asked.

"No, it's just a trick. Duke couldn't be more certain: "If Orgrim dares to attack any of the human cities before he fights Quel'Thalas, I'm willing to bet that the troll leader Zujin will take his men out." ”

"The problem is, no League King knows as much about trolls as you do, not even who their leader is. Or maybe they know you're right, but they have to put pressure on you because of the pressure from below. ”

Duke couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Reggie, you now know that the position of deputy commander of the alliance is not easy to sit on, right?"

Wendthor nodded.

"I must admit that Orgrim played so beautifully. Now the megalomaniacs of the Silvermoon Council are convinced that the Horde is here to clean up the city of Lordaeron. And Lordaeron wished that the tribe would get out of here, and that it would be better to fight elves or jump into the sea or something, as long as they didn't wander around their land. ”

"In other words, we can only count on the two ladies of Windrunner?"

"Yes, let's set up camp. ”

With fewer troops than the Horde, Duke didn't dare to venture at all. He's a little bit of a person, and it's okay to play with elves and flank the tribe before and after. Once ambushed and caught in chaos, it will be destroyed in minutes.

He couldn't afford to gamble.

The other side......

"Where the hell are they in the name of the Silver Moon?" Aurelia ran through the forest with a long thin sword in her hand, her silhouette blurred by the lapping of leaves and branches.

The few rangers had fanned out to expand the scope of the investigation.

However, when Aurelia knew that her enemies had trolls, she was desperate for them not to break into any of the trolls' encirclement, and she wished that she or Sylvanas would find the abominable greenskins first.

Aurelia was confused again.

Her intellect and feelings told her that Duke's inference was correct. In fact, it was Aurelia who obeyed and complied with his arrangement, and she searched the mountains and mountains here and around in search of the tribe.

On the other hand, she couldn't help but think that if she hadn't run for help, then when the orcs and trolls arrived in the Eternal Song Forest, she would be able to fight evil with her family and her own people in the face of the invaders.

It's a very contradictory feeling.

She knew very well that Duke wanted her to be separated from Quel'Thalas for some special reason, but she couldn't give up her country and her country.

After all, this is the land she has lived in for thousands of years and has been fighting for.

Aurelia was tormented.

At this moment, she suddenly heard a whistle in the wind. It was her sister calling her.

Aurelia hurried over.

It was a three-way intersection in the forest.

It's not a path traditionally walked by people, it's more like an animal-only trail. However, this trail has a special meaning for trolls. Trolls like to use this three-way intersection to make important announcements.

For example, this one - it's a dry troll corpse hanging from a fork in the road.

The hair on the corpse was still shiny, and all the feathers and tooth ornaments on the body were new, but the troll looked as if the flesh and blood of his entire body had been drained.

"This is the former leader of a certain troll clan who failed in some sort of ritual to run for the head and was sacrificed directly to the evil god, and then, I found that the entire clan of that clan had migrated, and the target was ...... north" (To be continued. )