The big chief of the tribe actually came to ask if the deputy commander of the alliance was in collusion with the strongest warlock of the tribe?

What the hell is this?

Most orcs don't understand the lingua franca, but elves do!

For a moment, the elves pricked up their long ears. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two sides unconsciously stopped fighting, distanced themselves, and listened to the conversation between the bigwigs on both sides. The few orcs who know the lingua franca are ready to act as translators.

As an alliance boss, Duke could not have answered Orgrim's brain-pumping shouting.

Duke didn't dare not answer.

Collaborating with the tribe is definitely the first sin.

Think about the fate that Alterac is about to face, it is estimated that King Aiden will be infamous through the ages when he dies.

Duke replied with amplification magic.

"Collusion!?O Ogrim, the wretched king of the orcs, don't you still know that you've been used by Gul'dan? No, you really don't know -- our alliance and your tribe are the victims of the machinations of the Burning Legion's demonic giants?"

"What!?" it was no wonder that Orgrim was surprised, he really didn't know the motive behind Gul'dan, his true source of power.

"The soul of the evil god Sargeras, Lord of the Burning Legion, has taken control of our World Guardian Medivan, and he has colluded with your Warlock Gul'dan, who was seduced by the demon commander Kil'Gardan, to create the Dark Gate, and this is why your tribe has invaded the world of Azeroth. To put it bluntly, you orcs are nothing more than pathfinders for demons to invade this world. ”

"No—that's because our world is on the verge of destruction......" Orgrim argued.

"Yes, it is the power of demons that has brought your world to ruin. Duke scoffed mercilessly.

Orgrim was startled.

He had to recall the complaint of his late friend Durotan, 'I think it was Gul'dan and his warlocks who destroyed our world. Look at them, everywhere they go, they use their evil powers. The earth is drying, the trees are withering, and without meadow, there is no prey. Without prey, the orcs had to starve to death. ’

He would never forget how many of his clansmen died in the middle of the way as they migrated to the Dark Gate.

Weak, sick, and dying of wounds after being beaten back by their prey.

Once upon a time, the survival rule of the survival of the fittest for orcs for thousands of years made him take it for granted. Now that I think about it, whether it's Durotan or Duke, what they said is undoubtedly true.

When Orgrim saw the Dark Gate open, it was a filthy swamp that was by no means lacking in life. But now, in the winter, he went back to the Dark Gate. It became a dead place where no grass was born.

Gray hills, crimson earth.

There are no ordinary beasts, some are all monsters that have mutated under evil power.

In retrospect, it must have been the demonic power of the warlocks.

"Hahaha! Have you figured it out, you orcs are just a bunch of wretched creatures toyed with by demons. All your glory is just a joke of demonic machinations. And the one who really teases you is Gul'dan!" Duke spewed his poisonous tongue mercilessly: "Have you figured it out, then get out! Orc, get back to your world!"

"Gul'dan!" Orgrim raised his hammer and swung it, roaring into the sky, "I'm going to kill you with this! I'll see you pay for your betrayal!"

When Ogrim shouted here, there were a few people in the alliance who thought that maybe they wouldn't have to fight in the future.

They are so naïve.

"However, the tribe has no choice! We will punish the traitors! But the orcs must multiply! So--your world, we are going to decide!"

Duke's face changed suddenly.

Orgrim took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down: "I'll take my clan south, we'll clear the obstacles along the road, we're going to keep the road open, and we'll be back again when we're done dealing with Gul'dan." When the time comes, this will be the end of your alliance!"

Although he himself doubted that what he said would come true, and this time they were lucky enough to catch Lordaeron off guard, but this kind of thing would not happen a second time.

Ogrim had to say.

Losers don't lose.

The momentum cannot be weakened.

Since the goal is always to annihilate the other side, there is no peace at all, and there is no need to show weakness.

Duke's eyes narrowed, and he said coldly: "Don't wait for later, today, I want you all to die here!"

As soon as Duke raised his hand, he immediately took the self-detonation demon spirit as the lead, and the alliance forces attacked again.

However, at this moment, the tribe had a clear goal - to break through.

Even when rangers such as Aurelia frantically rain arrows at the tribe, and mages such as Marianne keep unleashing magical attacks, the effect is limited.

Whenever they almost caught up with the rear of the tribe, there would inevitably be a small clan with hundreds of people who would turn back and fight to the death. The Silver Hand led by Tirio Ferdin, after all, is only a group of city guards who can barely ride on horseback, and they are simply scum in terms of combat power.

After the Horde lost 5,000 lives, Orgrim managed to re-enter the Alterac Mountains with his army.

Orgrim withdrew, but Duke was not happy at all. Because he knew what the tribe had come to the rescue.

On the western battlefield, fierce battles continued.

At this moment, Kudran* Brute Hammer suddenly felt that something else was flying from the sky, and he glanced at it, and directly south of his head, a dark shadow soared down from the clouds, at first he thought it was a warrior who had come to report the battlefield information to him, but he immediately felt that this guy did not fly like a griffin.

And there are more dark shadows coming in from the southeast, and it looks like they're coming through Lake Lordamere and most likely flying at a higher altitude than they are, but what is this?

However, as these dark shadows approached at high speed, they became larger and larger, so large that they overwhelmed his vision!

"In the name of Eri. Kudran muttered to himself, completely stunned by the largest of them.

A lanky body, a long tail and neck, and huge wings that occasionally fluff and stretch high into the air—only a flying creature can be this size.

As the last of the dark clouds cleared and the sun shone on them, the creature shimmered red—covered in crimson scales—and Kudran knew he was right.

It's a dragon.

Red dragon or something, Kudran's kill count has reached double digits.

But this one is completely different, because if he is not dazzled, this is an ancient dragon that is close to the size of the five dragon kings, and it is definitely more than 10,000 years old! )