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Orgrim grabbed Zujin with one hand!

"Didn't you say that the trolls were the kings of the forest? There was nothing in the forest that could hide from your people? What is this?!" Orgrim spewed out as he roared in anger, almost soaking up Zujin's face towel.

Following Orgrim's fingers, Zukin had nothing to say.

Half an hour ago, his most trusted scout reported that the road ahead was unimpeded. There are no traps, no enemies, and there will be no sentry until you are within three kilometers of the enemy.

A while ago, a number of troll scouts who were too close to the human camp were caught, and Zujin had always thought that they had fallen too close to the humans' magic traps.

Like the millennia of war between the trolls and the elves, the trolls still haven't figured out what all the magic with the long ears is for. The only thing trolls can rely on is their numbers and strong vitality.

Now, it's clear that it's beyond magic.

The red light, which symbolizes the meaning of the alarm, stretches from the front of the eye to the horizon. These strange metal creations screamed so loudly that even an eastern bear could wake up.

Now the tribe had two options: one was to retreat, which would be demoralizing, and the other was to continue to run wildly and enter the human camp in two hours, as long as they could stick to the humans, even if there was a physical loss, Orgrim was confident that his combined army of 100,000 orcs and trolls could easily destroy the pesky tail.

"Gul'dan, I need you to contact Zuluhid!" Orgrim ordered the king of evil warlocks not far from him.

There was supreme humility on Gul'dan's face: "Yes, Great Chief. ”

Wrinkled fingers drew a few runes of evil energy in the void, and following the mirror that appeared in the void, Orgrim saw his deputy.

In the picture, a fierce wind is blowing in the air, and it is Zuluhid and his adult red dragon mount.

Feeling the uncomfortable psychic connection, Zuluhid frowned, but he still took the initiative to speak: "Great Chief, the humans seem to have been alerted, but they don't seem to be afraid of our attack. Or maybe they don't know how many of us are attacking. They sent less than 100 cavalry out of the camp. But the long-eared powerhouse seems to be in the camp, and one of my dragoons who was too close was shot to death. ”

At this time, Zu Jin suddenly realized: "Yes, it seems that the scouts who have captured me have never used more than 200 people. The thing they call the police seems to be able to spew something that we can't wash off and stick to the troll's body, something that can be seen in the dark. ”

Ogrim thought of a lot of things in a flash.

He doesn't understand the new thing about humans. Watch the sirens all over the hill glow the same light, and listen to them repeat the same monotonous sentence. Ogrim quickly got past the initial scare.

"Go ahead and get me one of those things. ”

Zugin's figure vanished, even if he didn't absolutely approve of Orgrim's dominance in his heart, but this time it was clearly a troll's mistake.

Within three minutes, Zu Jin was carrying a metal creature that was constantly 'struggling', with a red glow shining above his head, as if it were a living thing.

Orgrim smashed the thing with a very simple and violent blow of the hammer.

His movements made Zu Jin stunned.

"If I had known, I would have broken it and brought it over. ”

"No, there is a difference. In that case, I don't know if you're bringing all the parts. Orgrim scrutinized the wreckage, but he quickly felt a sense of unhappiness at being fooled.

Most of them were parts he couldn't understand, round, elongated, toothed, and a few hedrons that contained magical energy.

"Gul'dan, can you feel something mysterious, something that can be communicated?"

"No, Great Chief. Gul'dan shook his head humbly: "I can only feel something like a totem pole that reacts when it enters a certain range." ”

A passive induction device.

The unhappiness on the Great Chief's face became even more palpable.

To Orgrim, these human things are like dwarven machines, useless and scary. In fact, it can still be done with a hammer and a big axe. At the end of the day, it's no different from an orc trap for hunting. It's like tying a bell to a thread, and when a fool steps on the string, it immediately jingles.

"Maximum speed of the whole army, attack!" Ogrim raised the [Hammer of Destruction] in his hand.

Thirty kilometers away, Aurelia stared at the wyvern that hovered almost above the horizon.

"Will Orgrim be tricked?" said Aurelia softly to Duke as she looked lovingly at her tired sister, resting on a camp bed.

"Yes. Duke's face was full of confidence.

Immediately, the two of them looked at the huge but empty camp. How many humanoid objects were in the camp, but unfortunately all of them were scarecrows in armor. In fact, there is only a cavalry force of 3,000 people who actually travel 80 kilometers a day.

However, one man and two horses, plus a large number of wagons to carry supplies. It was a huge camp that could accommodate 30,000 people with 3,000 people.

The cauldron of hot soup, the cook who handed out the black bread, the soldiers on patrol, it looked like a large army. Only his own people know that in fact, the soldiers only run out and pretend when the wyvern is a little closer.

Even the elite of the Stormwind Kingdom, the soldiers are exhausted.

In fact, the really big forces are still behind 50 km.

A sly smile tugged at Duke's lips.

The horde is getting closer. Duke's army of spirits faithfully feeds back information. Except for the old [Mobile Alert System] robot from Nomori Rigan that was smashed by Orgrim at the beginning, the magic version of Duke that has been adjusted by the system sprites within a radius of twenty kilometers is Duke.

Of course, not every demon is one of those high-end robots. Duke equipped them with a simple control system that evolved from Morse code. Not all demons show their faces, but more are passive enemy seeking systems disguised as small trees and fixed in critical positions.

Although simple, it is enough for the system sprite to summarize all the transmitted messages and count the number of tribes that have reached a certain area from the senses.

It's close!

It's close!

It's closer!

When the Horde's army finally appeared on the horizon and began to charge, Duke waited until the Horde had entered a two-kilometer range before raising his hand, and the 3,000 cavalry quickly ran away.

Orgrim was going mad.

Duke's troops were already under his nose, but it felt like he was raising his hammer for melee combat, but Duke ran within range of his gun. Raising the slinger, it was already within range of the trebuchet. When the trebuchet was pulled, the opponent had already run away and only saw the dust behind his buttocks.

The Great Chief didn't miss a mouthful of old blood spurting out. (To be continued.) )