Chapter 365 Invasion of Quel'Thalas

Money is hard to buy, I knew it earlier.

There is no regret medicine in the world.

Seeing Duke's subordinates leave so quickly, Orgrim regretted his bowels.

Along the way, he forcefully subdued a group of warlike orcs to 'sneak' so far. While the blood of the devil endowed the orcs with great strength and physique, it also made the orcs' belligerence rise to the extreme.

This is a group of rebellious subordinates.

The tribe has to pay a high price for maintaining the bloodiness and destructive desire of the orcs.

If Duke fights, even if the Horde loses, Orgrim can smooth things over. Now Duke's army is as slippery as a loach, and they won't fight you at all, and Orgrim can't do anything about Duke.

Duke clearly wants to drag the tribe to death.

At the beginning of the alliance between the orcs and the trolls, there have been many frictions and many small conflicts that have not been resolved. To unite different forces and different races, in addition to having common goals and non-conflicting interests, there is also the most important point—victory.

Any nascent organization needs to be nourished with wins and success in order to thrive.

The reason why Duke can quickly gain a high reputation in the league is not because Duke is the marshal of constant victories.

It is impossible for Orgrim to make a promise to the troll, but he has been slow to attack the elves. On the contrary, the longer it is delayed, the better it is for the alliance.

From the holy city of Stratholme to the east, it is basically a desolate land. Even if the tribe shakes the sky here, it will not affect Lordaeron too much. And once the clearing of the Hinterlands is completed, Duke will be supported by 20,000 human elite soldiers and an entire Wildhammer dwarf griffin aviation regiment.

Duke took advantage of this.

It's a pity that Duke's calculations are accurate, but Orgrim is more ruthless.

Looking at the empty human camp, every orc warrior had resentment and unwillingness on his face. On the contrary, most of the trolls' eyes showed disdain and slight mockery.

Orgrim shouted loudly: "Have you seen it? These are cunning humans! Humans who have never dared to fight brave orcs head-on. Despicable, cowardly, shameless, and low! However, they teased the brave orcs! Can we bear this tone?"

"No! Never!"

"Absolutely can't bear it!"

For a while, the crowd was raging, and tens of thousands of orcs roared together. They raised their weapons and vented their anger.

"I need a brave general to carry out a very dangerous sabotage mission for the tribe! Who will come!?"

Immediately, more than a dozen generals stood out proudly.

However, Orgrim finally chose Noggal!

Noggal with the title of 'Flesh Ripper'!

This is a general from the Warsong clan who is known for his bravery and ruthlessness! When he crossed over to the world of Azeroth, he was just a humble pawn. Now he is a general.

Where did his martial arts come from?

Ask the human warriors he tore to pieces!

In his hands, at least three champion knights were torn alive. These arrogant warriors in the human world have become part of his horror legend.

Orgrim opened the detailed map seized from humans: "I need you to choose the most violent 10,000 orc warriors to destroy here, here, and then come here to join us. Can you do it?"

There was a bloodthirsty look in Noggal's eyes: "No problem, Great Chief."

The next morning, Duke smiled wryly.

The tribe's combat power is superior, so the tribe is eligible to divide troops. A partial teacher of ten thousand orcs, no more, no less. If you want to eat it with all your strength, Duke's 30,000-strong army will have to divert.

If you don't care, it won't work.

Because Orgrim obviously has Duke, or the key to the alliance-the alliance is always a union based on different kingdoms. The alliance is not like the tribe, the chieftain has an obvious subordinate relationship with the chieftains of the major clans below.

The alliance, especially the current alliance, needs to take care of the interests of each kingdom and the feelings of the people.

Now that partial division is staggering straight with Duke's 30,000 army, heading straight for Darrowshire, south of Stratholme. In addition, there is an independent squad heading for Marris Farm, trying to destroy Lordaeron's food production.

When King Terenas heard the news, he was almost scared to pee, and there were three magic messages in an hour. Duke was bored to death.

"Isn't there such a thing as blacklisting for the wool magic message?" Duke rubbed his brows. After thinking about it, Duke still set up a mental barrier. Now whoever sends the magic message, Duke can't receive it.

He also gave the system wizard a task, how to develop a magic version of the blacklist.

In the end, Duke decided to scare Terenas.

"After my judgment of the battle situation, the main force of the tribe's army is going to attack Stratholme. Therefore, I can only focus on the Holy City and temporarily give up the attack on the tribe's partial division." Duke opened his eyes and told lies, and was in charge of sending a message for Duke. Iluxia, who was scolded at the same time, rolled her eyes, but still sent it.

To withstand the political pressure of the leader of the alliance, this is definitely not something ordinary people dare to do. It is conceivable how difficult and accusatory Duke will be after the incident.

"Order! Tell the entire region, including Darrow County, to evacuate the people from all towns, and hide in the Barov family's Keir Darrow or Stratholme. Order! Let Seamos clean up the remaining enemies in the Hinterlands... Hold the predetermined position and build the Northland Fortress."

It was all for her Quel'Thalas, at the cost of burning most of the towns in the entire region except Stratholme. Alleria pursed her lips, silently holding Duke's hand firmly.

Time entered May 18th. On this day, the main force of the tribe finally left the human territory and entered the territory of Quel'Thalas.

"Quiet, or die!" Zu'jin warned his men in the most stern tone.

They were moving rapidly through the forest into the borders of Quel'Thalas.

Zul'jin wouldn't mind having an hors d'oeuvres, even if he wasn't in the damned magically protected forest yet.

His keen perception is reminding him that the elf is not far in front of him.

He slowed down, taking each step up the tree with suppleness and delicacy. Zujin's movements were so silent that it was completely unimaginable that this was a troll over 2.20 meters tall. The huge but slightly slender body possessed unimaginable softness and agility, Zujin didn't even touch any leaf or branch.

He held the ax infused with the spirit of beasts with both hands, and 'flyed' lightly from tree to tree.

He didn't want the elves to know they were coming, not yet, at least.

Together with the Amani trolls around him, he watched silently as an elf border patrol team of twenty people stepped into their ambush circle.