Chapter 358 Playing a Big Game (Subscribe)

"Duke...Master, I'm going to get ready too." Ilucia also got up and saluted.

"Uh, actually, it's a quick march. If you think it's too hard, you don't have to go." Duke persuaded.

"No, it's better to be able to serve the alliance than to stay in a safe place and deal with those hypocritical courtships." Ilucia smiled sweetly.

Looking at Ilushia's gentle and sweet smile, Duke felt...as if...as if...forget it.

Duke stroked his head, then rolled to the next door and continued to catch up on sleep.

Eight in the morning.

Whether they like it or not, the alliance bosses in Eagle's Nest Mountain are all awake.

Seeing the extra Alleria beside Duke, and after listening to the explanation of the military situation, Kurdran* Wildhammer frowned: "Even if we know it's a false attack, as long as the tribe in the Hinterlands Forest If the army is not wiped out, the Wildhammer dwarves' homeland will still be threatened, this is not just a feint attack! I am afraid that the Wildhammer dwarves will not be able to provide you with more assistance until the safety of Eagle's Nest Mountain is ensured."

Duke pointed to the map: "The trolls have been entrenched here for thousands of years, and no one can really wipe them out. So it is unrealistic to clean up the tribes and trolls in the Hinterlands."

"What are you going to do?" Kurdran stroked his big orange-red beard.

"We can't let this unknown number of containment troops follow behind our main force or rush ahead of us. I will let General Seamus and 20,000 elites stay in the Hinterlands first to ensure that this forest is completely cleaned up. .Then create a tree-free isolation zone with a width of at least two kilometers, and build a series of sentry towers to ensure that every troll or orc will be found when they pass by."

Kurdran mused as he watched Duke draw the straight line between the Troll's Lair and the Eagle's Nest.

"How?"

"Still set fire."

"Are you not afraid of burning the whole Hinterlands?"

"Trust me, I'm a professional. I've done it in Elwynn Forest before."

Kurdran was quite speechless, and nodded: "Well, there are no druids among the dwarves."

Duke continued: "Then, when you are free, I hope you, Seamus, can be here and build a fort within a month."

Duke was referring to the location of the northern sentry tower in the Eastern Plaguelands of later generations. There, you can just get stuck at the pass from the elf's Eversong Forest to the holy city of Stratholme.

"One month?" Kurdran was a little surprised.

"We've done this in Stormwind before." General Tom explained, "It's a new material called cement. Of course, as long as I have enough cement, I can build it from Stratholme within a month." Come to the walls of Lordaeron."

"The cement I've got Macaro ready in Stratholme."

"Then I'm fine." Tom nodded in agreement.

The general situation has been settled, and Kurdran's brows are also relaxed.

"Thank you for your assistance." He said respectfully: "When the Hinterlands are safe again, my Griffin Rider and I will catch up with you and go north to deal with the remaining tribes."

"Thank you, King of the Wildhammers." Duke bowed, and then turned to face the rest of the group: "Okay, gentlemen and ladies, don't be dazed, act—we will arrive at Quel'Sala within ten days S!"

Three days later, Orgrim was almost mad with resentment.

This should have been a seamless transition. Humans will panic, thinking that they will lead the army to break through the Poison Mist Valley to the west to attack Alterac, they will fear that they will attack Andorhal in the northwest and go straight to the royal city of Lordaeron, and they will even think that they want to attack the weakly defended Stratholme. But it should never have been expected that they would go all the way north.

Obviously, humans predicted their route.

I don't know if Duke Marcus, who deserves to be killed 10,000 times, expected it, but their way forward was blocked anyway.

If it is said that it is a human army of 100,000, Orgrim is not in vain.

Unfortunately, no!

The crimson light reflected in the eyes of all the orcs. They are not unfamiliar with this shining light. Because at almost the same time last year, the orcs who were determined to quickly capture Stormwind City had already seen it once.

To the north, there was the first; to the northwest of the army, there was another; and to the northeast, a third; and to the west, the fourth glow of red light was getting brighter and brighter.

Along with the flashing red light, a huge black smoke column also pierced the clouds.

This forest fire, which had at least four fire heads, was obviously man-made. It was so violent that it seemed to light up the entire cloud layer, turning the clouds into clouds of tumbling and burning flames.

When there was an obvious shortage of troops, humans directly set fire to the forest to prevent the tribe from advancing.

Not all orcs came from the Blackstone clan, which was naturally highly resistant to fire. Similarly, even if the trolls had good self-healing abilities, they would not be able to rush through the forest burning with raging fire.

Either turn in or wait for the forest fire to go out.

Since human beings have long been prepared, it is probably useless to transfer in.

Orgrim gritted his teeth and ordered: "Let's wait near Lake Mirdal first."

What the orcs originally won was time, but what humans are delaying now is time. Although there are not many humans here, after all, this is the territory of humans. Originally, Orgrim wanted to quickly pass through this area and enter Quel'Thalas with the cover of a large forest here.

Now it seems that this idea has been wiped out in advance.

Opening the map, for a moment, Orgrim thought that he would not be able to fight the high elves, and directly captured the big cities of humans, such as Stratholme, such as Lordaeron.

But right away he finds Zujin staring at him to see if he's keeping his promise.

The relationship between orcs and trolls is tenuous right now.

Orgrim was well aware that trolls had what an orc needed. The talent of orcs determines that orcs are best as fighters, and a few can be shamans or warlocks. Orcs lack the talent for ranged attacks. The presence of trolls makes up for that pretty well.

Orgrim changed his mind: "Zu'jin, I heard elves are the enemies of every troll?"

"You are quite right, Warchief."

"The trolls here in Zuma Shar seem to be some moss clan?"

"Clan Moss." Zu'jin corrected Orgrim.

"Well, anyway, our troops are temporarily unable to move forward, so I have a task for you."

"Contact the Lanmos clan and let them attack Eversong Forest together?"

Orgrim had a ferocious smile on his reddish-brown face: "Since we can't sneak attack, let's make an upright attack. I hope you and your people will contact all the trolls that can be contacted nearby. Let's play A big one."