Chapter 320 Whose Victory? (Down)

Through [Devil's Soul], Zuluhed was able to suppress Alexstrasza, and used her as a bargaining chip to threaten the entire red dragon group.

The red dragons had to succumb, because the Red Dragon Queen was their source of reproduction and strength. Without the blessing of life from the Red Dragon Queen, none of the juvenile dragons would grow into true dragons.

No matter how angry you are!

Even if you don't want to!

The red dragons still flew into Grim Batol Fortress one by one, and were treated as poor horses by the orcs, and put on a set of saddle-like riding gear roughly, becoming the mounts of the orcs.

Zulushid knew very well that the failure to attack the Sador Bridge was definitely an accident that could not be replicated. I'm afraid you won't be able to find five of those high elf rangers with ghostly skills in all of Quel'Thalas. They happened to run into two of them.

What's worse is the incredible way of fighting. Even until this moment, Zuluhed felt that he was living in a nightmare.

This time, failure is a foregone conclusion.

The Zuluhed decided that the Horde needed more red dragoons. He didn't believe it, the red dragon soaring at high speed would meet that weird combination wherever it flew.

Alexstrasza screamed, "Zulhed, I will kill you. I will kill every green orc. I swear! I will."

While sneering, watching the guardian of [Devil's Soul] press the Red Dragon Queen's face on the cold ground, Zuluhed laughed wildly: "Hahaha! Maybe there will be such a day, but in Until that day, be a slave to the Horde! Come, call them, and let our red babies come back."

As soon as Zuluhed raised his hand, Nekros behind him increased his power output to [Devil's Soul]. Nekros and Alexstrasza shared a pained expression. [Devil's Soul] is not a good thing with gentle power, the price to control it is one's own vitality.

Necrus doesn't care, his life is picked up. In the battle with the draenei, he broke a leg. He didn't die with an enemy like other staunch orcs, so he was looked down upon by other orcs, and he didn't cherish his life even more after he survived.

He bestowed upon the Red Dragon Queen the greatest pain the evil artifact could inflict.

After that, what Zuluhed got was a burst of cold laughter.

"Hahaha! They are freed, I don't know what happened to them, but they are no longer bound by me!" Queen Red laughed wildly.

"What!? What's going on? Tell me!"

Under the suppression of the artifact from the source of dragon power. Zuluhed got bad news. Those red dragons who ran away couldn't come back, and they didn't die.

"No, I must report to the Warchief."

Zuluhed almost rushed to Orgrim's shit and explained everything with a sinner's attitude.

"I'm sorry, Warchief, I messed up! I failed to cover the transport fleet, and lost a lot of red dragons..."

Orgrim bared his teeth, as if his heart ached, but in the end he didn't let down his fury.

"Fate..." Orgrim's voice was low and he spoke slowly: "Zuluhed, do you believe in fate? Do you think the most powerful shaman can spy on the direction of fate? If you can really predict the future, you must pay What price?"

Orgrim asked three seemingly irrelevant questions in a row, which made Zuluhed a little dazed. But he quickly replied: "Fate does exist. Shamans are not the only ones who spy on the direction of fate. As for the price... Kilrogg* Dead Eye is a good example."

Orgrim slapped his chest with a big hand: "The orcs have deviated from the way of shamanism, and fate has no longer revealed its direction to the orcs. On the contrary, our enemies seem to be very good at this. I used to think that this is a simple, beyond the orcs. A wise strategy. But when I found out that all my previous plans had been seen through, I was secretly terrified for a long time. Finally I woke up."

"Woke up?"

"Yes! My opponent—that Duke Marcus can obviously see the direction of the river of fate. So I can only escape the arrangement of this terrible enemy even if I don't know what to do next."

Zuluhed was secretly surprised. This was tantamount to his own great chief admitting that the human Duke was an existence above the prophet.

Orgrim took Zuluhed to a cliff in the northeast of the wetlands, where the scene stunned Zuluhed.

"The simplicity and directness of the orcs accomplished this miracle. And I just ordered my subordinates to find a way to cross the sea no matter what."

Zuluhed saw that 'method': perhaps it was because the great chief happened to be standing near the cliff that divided the northern and southern continents when he said this. Those guys who can't turn their minds, unexpectedly spent a whole winter to carve out a slope on the cold and snow-covered cliff tens of meters high, extending from the plateau to the seaside.

It was a huge slope with a width of 50 meters, enough to lift the largest transport ship from the wetland to the beach. And here is less than five kilometers away from that damned strait.

That's right, it was the 'method' that the great chief himself didn't quite understand the actual situation, creating a more profound chain plan.

Whether it is a frontal attack on the various small and medium clans in Nanhai Town, or the siege of the transport ships and the Red Dragon Legion attempting to cross the strait and the Sador Bridge, or the frontal attack of the 200,000 tribal troops that will reach the Nanliu coast in two days, all Everything has become a cover for the elite tribe led by Orgrim himself.

Tonight, these 50,000 elite orcs will pass through the moat that has blocked the tribe for more than half a year overnight.

"Great chief, you are indeed the strongest!" Zuluhed praised from the bottom of his heart.

"After I leave, the tribes in the wetlands will be handed over to you. You must maintain enough pressure on the alliance. Especially your red dragoons, don't just attack one place. The alliance definitely doesn't have many good players of that level." It seems to be Recalling something, Orgrim added: "Last time, it seems that these two elves fought against Hellscream, right? Then think about it, how many Grom Hellscreams are there in our tribe!?"

Hearing this, Zuluhed's eyes filled with surging confidence again.

Orgrim punched Zuluhed in the chest. Zuluhed did not panic, but was pleasantly surprised. Because this represents the trust of the great chief.

Everything is up to you.

That's what Warchief means.

Seeing Orgrim carrying his famous [Doomhammer] and disappearing into the night on the beach with his army, Zuluhed's heart was full of fire.

At this moment, Duke was surrounded by a group of red dragons with golden vertical pupils...