After all, all the chiefs unanimously agreed that Duke was using the hands of the tribe to weaken the High Elves, and then the tribe dared to attack Silvermoon City, and Duke dared to burn the city again. www.biquge.info Although it was a perfect misunderstanding, even if Duke wanted to burn it, the elves would never want to, but the tribe didn't know.

2,800 years of uninterrupted covenant!

Different races, tribes that lack information, and ghosts know the small contradictions and dirty things between humans and elves.

As a result, all the chiefs thought that instead of wasting the elite on the elves who did not harm the human roots, it was better to send troops to attack the key cities of the human race as soon as possible.

It's a pity that a cerebral orc leader meets an emotional, hateful troll leader, and the result is destined to be a tragedy.

"No—the trolls won't recognize such a wordplay covenant written in the lingua franca of humanity!as long as the tribe fights the trolls! we're still brothers!" Zujin roared, holding the only remaining battle axe.

Orgrim was aggrieved. There is no direct translation for troll and orc at all. The only thing that can communicate is the lingua franca of humanity. The covenant written in the lingua franca, Zujin, you will destroy it now if you say it?

Orgrim was also very angry, to be honest, the orcs themselves are not a particularly good-tempered race: "I, Orgrim, the great chief of the tribe! I want to consider the interests of the entire tribe, not the interests of your troll family! Is there still a high elf in the world who has not died, and I want 50,000 tribal elites to accompany you trolls all over the mountain until the last elf is killed?"

"Yes, that's right, that's the only way you can show your sincerity, only then can you be an ally of the trolls!"

Zuluhid stepped forward and swept away all the obstacles between him and Zujin: "I repeat for the Great Chief - the tribe is not only trolls! we have orcs! ogres! there are gorons! there are death knights! trolls are not qualified to ask the entire tribe to run to be trolls! without the support of the tribe, you trolls are only worthy of being rats in the depths of the jungle! you can't even set foot in the Eternal Song Forest!"

Zulushid's straightforward humiliation made Zujin's face swell and red: "Mouses? You dare to say that the great people of the Amani Empire are rats!? There is no existence to insult trolls! No, Zuluhid! You kneel down for me and apologize to the troll ancestors!"

"Apologize? Never! Trolls who can't do anything without orcs, why should brave orcs apologize?" This time, Zuluhid was also furious, and directly whistled. A huge adult dragon Huo Ran soared into the air from the back camp, even if he was reluctant, as long as Zuluhid gave him an order, it would let Zujin personally experience what dragon breath was.

"Zuluhid, if you don't kneel down and apologize at the last chance, I'll cut off your legs with the wind and keep you on your knees forever!" Zujin gestured as he gestured to his battle axe.

"Bastard, you wouldn't want to think about it, if it weren't for the Storm Altar we built for you. Where did you get the storm power!?" Zuluhid drew his hammer and sprayed it directly.

"Enough! Enough! Do you really want to start a fight here and let the humans and elves on the walls see us laughing?" Orgrim rushed between the two and slammed his hammer directly into the ground. The sand was splashed everywhere, and the huge circular crater with a diameter of more than three meters made everyone feel the amazing strength of the Great Chief.

For a time, the audience was silent.

However, the tension did not ease at all. Orgrim saw that the trolls and orcs, who had been intimately mixed together for all these days, had stood in two opposite columns, weapons in hand, and looked nervously behind each other.

It dawned on Orgrim that the honeymoon period between the tribe and the trolls was over the moment Duke's banner appeared.

In his heart, Orgrim pronounced the nightmarish name with the greatest resentment.

"Duke Marcus!"

Is this your calculation? Is this what you expect to see?

Your insidiousness, I Ogrim remembered!

Sharp teeth, clucked at Orgrim's bite, and he suddenly looked up at Zujin, his gaze like lightning.

"Sober up. The war between the trolls and the elves has been going on for six thousand years. In your 6,000 years, none of you have completely wiped out anyone. It is not easy to destroy the other party, and it can be done in the short term. To destroy an intelligent race, it takes a long time and many victories, little by little to accumulate victory. The trolls have won enough this time, and as long as the trolls remain in the tribe, we will eventually destroy all the elves, humans, and dwarves and dominate the planet!"

Ogrim's earnest inducement can not be described as unintentional.

If you are a leader with a clear mind and an IQ above the level, you may listen to it.

It's a pity that the single-minded revenge and the victories in the past few days have made Zu Jin's already low IQ finally fall to the same level as the mentally retarded.

He decisively refused!

"No need! the trolls are ashamed to be in the company of a tribe scared away by a flag!" Zujin raised the remaining axe in his hand and shouted, "Trolls, we don't need to rely on the brave orc tribes!

The hearts of the trolls, stirred by Zujin's incendiary declaration, immediately raised their weapons in unison and let out an earth-shattering roar.

The spear is like a forest, and it really looks like that.

Regardless of Orgrim's reaction, Zujin walked away with the troll chiefs.

"Idiot, I don't want to think about it, without us, they wouldn't even have the qualifications to step into the Eternal Song Forest. Zuruhid scolded.

"What shall we do?" asked Kargas* Bladefist.

"Let's go!, and as soon as we can!" Ogrim picked up the map that had fallen to the ground, drew a circle on the map, and finally landed on a name: "Let's go this way, and then we go here......"

The chiefs nodded thoughtfully.

Back to Silvermoon City, on the side of the banquet hall.

Duke finally reluctantly let Aurelia go.

"Duke, get some rest. Maybe tomorrow will be a tough battle. After all, it's at least four days before your reinforcements arrive. ”

"Bitter fighting, what bitter fighting?" said Duke, pretending to be stupid.

"What do you mean?"

"The High Elves can't defeat the hordes of orcs, ogres, gorons, and trolls, so can't they defeat a bunch of trolls who don't even know how to crack magic?" replied Duke, smirking.

"Oh - if that's true, it's definitely the best news I've heard since Quel'Thallas was invaded. It wasn't Aurelia who answered, but Prince Kael'thas who came to the corridor a few meters away. (To be continued.) )