Chapter 337 Stone Giant Fozruk

Cross the Sador Bridge and enter the Arathi Highlands. As long as you walk along the west-facing road, you will come to Stromgarde, the main city of Stormgard.

As the ancient capital of the Arathor Empire more than 2,000 years ago, as a thick dirt road that has been trampled by countless people, horses, and various livestock for thousands of years, at this moment, everyone who stares at the road will find that the road is shaking.

Not only the dirt road, but the whole land was shaking, as if a glass of beer was being served on a tray by the waiter. No, the whole Arathi Highlands seemed to tremble slightly.

If you can look down from a high altitude, you will find that three groups of people are running wildly on the road.

The front group consisted of tens of thousands of Stromgarde infantry and craftsmen. After a night of rapid march, they were less than 20 kilometers away from Stromgarde. The highland cavalry of Stromgarde were covering them not far away, and there were horse scouts exploring the rear.

The same few griffin cavalry also joined the scouting queue.

There were not many people in the middle group, only a pitifully few hundred riders and a carriage.

The last group was the green sea of ​​orcs. At least 30,000 orcs ran wildly less than half a kilometer away from the group of people in the middle, trying to catch up with the group of people in the middle and tear them to pieces.

It's not that the group in the middle is faster, but that whenever a wolf cavalry approached within 300 meters behind the group in the middle, a long arrow would pierce the morning light—a shining arrow, shaped like a black shuttle , all the rays of light slid across its sides, with a sharp whistling, no matter whether the comer dodges or blocks, they will definitely hit his vitals and kill him.

On the back seat of the carriage, there is a man with a bow, with blond hair flying, and the green ranger cloak is a banner. That flag represents a name that is widely known among the tribe—Sylvanas!

In front of the entire team, a knight shining with holy golden light held a banner high. The pattern of the banner was very simple, it was a blue storm like a tornado.

For orcs, this banner is no stranger.

This represents another sworn enemy of the orcs, the human mage hero Duke Marcus.

Obviously there are more other flags on the Alliance side, but there are only a few that are remembered by the simple-minded orcs. Duke's blue storm flag is the one that impresses the most.

They were chasing Duke so frantically that they didn't even realize that they had strayed far from the mainland and headed for the northern part of the Arathi Highlands.

Orcs are stupid, but the knights who just joined Duke are not stupid.

Why is Duke doing this? Isn't it to distract the orcs and prevent the orcs from catching up with the soldiers of Stromgarde who retreated last?

Even though they had taken the oath of allegiance, their origins would not change, their memories of their deep connection to the Arathi Highlands still lingered, and in a trance of excitement, the blue storm banner in their eyes changed. It seemed to have become the battle flag of Emperor Thoradin that shone on the battlefield 2,800 years ago.

Duke's slender figure seemed to coincide with the legendary Emperor Thoradin.

Same greatness.

The same is the selflessness that crosses the clan and national boundaries.

For the reproduction and future of the human race, he stood at the forefront of fighting against the alien race without complaint or regret.

The eye sockets of the knights were quietly moist.

Soon, their moist eyes widened with shock.

The sun was high in the sky, and the vast mountains in the north of the Arathi Highlands were already covered by the rays of the sun. The mist of the morning mist was broken, and all the scenery on the highlands were dyed with golden broken light. But amidst the increasingly ominous scenery in the distance, one can faintly see the outline of an extremely huge human figure.

"My lord! We can't go any further, it's one of the few forbidden places on the Arathi Highlands, there's..." a knight summoned to remind Duke.

Duke smiled secretly: "Did you mean Fozruk? That's what I was looking for!"

The knight was completely dumbfounded.

What? My lord actually finds Fozruk bad luck?

The sunlight is like a violent giant axe. With one stroke of the axe, it splits the clouds in the sky and pours them down on the earth.

On the Arathi Highlands, green grass is everywhere, and flowers blooming in spring adorn the entire highland grassland.

But above the grass, a dazzling bright green covered the natural green of the grass.

Tens of thousands of orcs wearing newly forged armor marched side by side, and countless rough battle banners came into view of Duke and his knights.

As always, a ghostly character.

On each of them were painted symbols that only orcs could understand. From partridges to lions, axes, hammers, battered or sound hammers, a mess without repetition.

The only thing Duke recognized was a battle flag marked with black tusks.

Clan Blackfang - After the Warchief's father, Blackhand, was killed by Anduin Lothar, Red and his brother Maim insisted that Orgrim killed their father, and they vowed to Take back from Orgrim the power and status that belonged to his father. Their idea has been publicly supported by many orcs. In order to avoid civil war, and to show that he had a clear conscience, Orgrim acquiesced to all this, and the Black Fang clan was born.

The Blackstone clan should be said to be the number one clan of the orcs. They have so many fighters and are so powerful. Even if there is a split, it is still incredibly strong.

Orgrim took the best Blackrock warriors to the Hinterlands, and the rest joined Rend's Blackfang clan.

The commander-in-chief of the tribe on the southern front, Reid Blackhand rode out on a huge black wolf. He was quite confident in his own reaction and force, and with twelve personal guards, he approached Duke and Duke's knights lined up at high speed.

Until a hundred meters away, Reid's black hand suddenly stood still.

"Duke Marcus! Today is your death day! For the sake of your coward finally willing to face your death, I will not cut off your head as a trophy. The head of a conspirator does not deserve to be me Wu Xun."

Duke bared his teeth, and thought to himself: Nima, I'm really underestimated!

Duke laughed loudly: "Hahaha! Want my head? You beat my servant Fozluk first."

Suddenly, not only Red, but even the orcs in the distance behind Red felt the ground tremble. It was a huge footstep produced by a single creature.

It must be an unimaginable giant that can have such heavy, thunderous footsteps.

Sure enough, in the field of vision of the orc, an extremely huge stone giant appeared with calm steps.

This giant was thirty meters tall, and his whole body was made of metal ore and a lot of stones. His clenched fist was as big as Red's chief's tent.

He is the taboo of the Arathi Highlands - the stone giant Fozruk!