Chapter 364

It turned out that his great chief could have so many veins on his head in an instant.

Orgrim grabbed Zujin with one hand!

"Didn't you say that the troll is the king in the forest? Isn't there nothing in the forest that can hide your people's detection? Then what is this?!" Orgrim's saliva spewed out when he roared angrily, almost killing Zujin's body. The face towel was sprayed wet.

Following Orgrim's finger, Zujin had nothing to say.

Obviously, half an hour ago, his most trusted scout reported to him that the road ahead was unimpeded. There are no traps, no enemies, and there will be no sentries until they are within three kilometers of the enemy.

A while ago, many troll scouts who were too close to the human camp were caught. Zujin always believed that it was because they got too close to the human's magic trap.

Just like the thousands of years of war between trolls and elves, trolls have not yet figured out what the magic of those long ears is for. The only thing trolls can rely on is their numbers and their strong vitality.

Now, it's clearly beyond the realm of magic.

The red light, which symbolizes the warning, stretches from the eyes to the horizon. These strange metal creations yelled loudly, with such a force that even a bear from the east could wake them up.

Now there are two options before the tribe: one is to retreat here, but this will hurt morale; the other is to continue running wildly and enter the human camp within two hours. Despite the loss of physical strength, Orgrim firmly believes that his 100,000 orc and troll coalition forces can easily destroy this annoying tail.

"Gul'dan! I need you to contact Zuluhed!" Orgrim ordered to the evil warlock king not far from him.

There was supreme humility on Gul'dan's face: "Obey, Warchief."

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

In the picture, a gust of turbulent wind kept blowing in the air. It was Zulushid and his adult red dragon mount.

Feeling that uncomfortable spiritual connection, Zuluhed frowned, but he still took the initiative to speak: "Great chief, humans seem to have received an alarm, but they don't seem to be afraid of our attack. Or they are not It is not clear how many people we have attacked. They only sent less than 100 cavalry out of the camp. But the strong man with long ears seems to be in the camp. I just had a dragon cavalry who got too close and was shot dead."

At this time, Zujin suddenly realized: "Yes, the human scouts who caught me never seem to have used more than 200 people. The things they use to call the police seem to be able to spray something that we can't wash off and stick to the trolls. On the body, something that can be seen clearly in the dark."

Orgrim thought of many things in an instant.

He doesn't understand the new stuff of human beings. Seeing the same light on all the sirens all over the hills and hearing them repeat the same monotonous sentence. Orgrim quickly got over the initial shock.

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

Zujin's figure disappeared, even though he didn't absolutely approve of Orgrim's dominance in his heart, but this time it was obviously the troll's mistake.

In less than three minutes, Zujin came over carrying a metal creature that was 'struggling' constantly, with a red light shining above its head, which looked like a living thing.

Orgrim smashed the thing with a hammer, simply and violently.

Zujin was dumbfounded by his actions.

"If I knew it earlier, I would have broken it and brought it here."

"No, there is a difference. In that case, I don't know if you brought all the parts." Orgrim carefully looked at the things on the wreckage, but he soon felt an unpleasant feeling of being fooled.

Most of them are parts that he can't understand, round, long, toothed, and a few crystals that contain magical energy.

"Gul'dan, can you feel something mysterious and capable of communication?"

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

A passive sensing device.

The displeasure on the chief's face became more obvious.

In Orgrim's view, these human gadgets are like giant dwarves' machines, which are useless and frightening. In fact, it can still be done with a hammer and a big axe. In the final analysis, this is no different from the simple trap used by orcs for hunting. It's like tying a bell to a thread, and any fool who steps on the thread will jingle immediately.

"Attack at the highest speed of the whole army!" Orgrim raised the [Doom Hammer] in his hand high.

Thirty kilometers away, Alleria stared at the flying dragon hovering almost above the horizon.

"Will Orgrim be caught?" Alleria asked Duke softly while looking lovingly at her exhausted sister who was resting on an camp bed.

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

Immediately, the two looked at the huge but empty camp. There are many humanoid objects in the camp, but unfortunately they are all scarecrows in armor. Only a cavalry team of 3,000 people actually came here after traveling 80 kilometers a day.

However, one person and two horses, plus a large number of carriages to carry supplies. Leng is to use 3,000 people to create a huge camp that can accommodate 30,000 people.

The cauldrons for boiling soup, the cooks for distributing brown bread, and the soldiers on patrol, it looks like a large army. Only he himself knew that the soldiers only ran out to put on a show when the flying dragon got a little closer.

Even the elite soldiers of the Stormwind Kingdom were exhausted.

In fact, the real peloton is still 50 kilometers away.

A tricky smile appeared on the corner of Duke's mouth.

The Horde is getting closer. Duke's demon spirit army faithfully fed back various information. Except for the old [Mobile Alarm System] robot from Gnomeregan that was smashed by Orgrim at the beginning, all the robots within 20 kilometers were Duke's magically modified version adjusted by the system wizard.

Of course not every demon spirit is that kind of high-end robot. Duke fitted them with a simple control system derived from Morse code. Not all demon spirits show their faces, but more of them are passive tracking systems that disguise themselves as small trees and fix them in critical positions.

Although simple, it is enough for the system elf to summarize all the messages sent, and count the number of tribes that have arrived in a certain area from the induction.

near!

near!

closer!

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

Orgrim was going mad.

It was obvious that Duke's troops were already under his nose, but it felt like he was raising a hammer to prepare for melee combat, but Duke ran to the shooting range of the gun. Raising the throwing gun, he ran to the range of the trebuchet again. When the trebuchet was pulled, the opponent had already run so far that he could only see the dust behind his butt.

The great chief didn't miss a mouthful of old blood.