Chapter 395 Breaking Away From the Tribe

After all, all the chiefs agreed that Duke was using the tribe to weaken the high elves, and if the tribe dared to attack Silvermoon City, Duke would dare to burn the city again. Although it was a perfect misunderstanding, even if Duke wanted to burn, the elves would never want to, but the Horde didn't know.

2800 years of uninterrupted covenant! It sounds tall, right?

Tribes of different races and lack of information, ghosts know the little conflicts and dirty things between humans and elves.

The result is that all the chiefs think: instead of wasting the elite on the elves who are harmless to human beings, it is better to deploy troops as soon as possible to attack the key cities of human beings.

It's a pity that a wise orc leader meets a troll leader who is only emotional and blinded by hatred, and the result is destined to be a tragedy.

"No—the trolls will not recognize this covenant written in the lingua franca, which is full of word games! As long as the tribe still fights the elves with the trolls! We are still brothers!" Zujin held up the only remaining sword The ax growled.

Orgrim felt a little aggrieved. Troll and Orc have no direct translations at all. The only language that can communicate is the lingua franca of humanity. The covenant written in the common language, Zujin, you can destroy it now?

Orgrim is also very angry. To be honest, the orcs themselves are not a particularly good-tempered race: "I—Orgrim—the chief of the tribe! What I want to consider is the interests of the entire tribe, not For the benefit of your troll family! Could it be that there is still a high elf in the world who is still alive, and I want 50,000 tribal elites to accompany your trolls to run all over the mountain until the last elf is killed?"

"Yes! That's right! Only in this way can you show your sincerity! Only in this way can you be qualified to be allies of trolls!"

Zuluhed rushed forward and swept away all obstacles between him and Zul'jin: "I repeat for the warchief-the Horde is not only trolls! We have orcs! We have ogres! We have gronn ! There are death knights! Trolls are not qualified to ask the entire tribe to come to be troll thugs! Without the support of the tribe, you trolls are only worthy of being rats in the deep forest! You can't even step into Eversong Forest!"

Zulushid's straightforward humiliation made Zujin's face flushed red: "Rats? How dare you call the people of the great Amani Empire rats!? There is no existence that can insult trolls! No——Zuluhide Rushid! Get down on your knees and apologize to the ancestors of the trolls!"

"Apologize? Absolutely! A troll who can't do anything without orcs, why should a brave orc apologize?" This time, Zuluhed was also furious, and he whistled directly. A gigantic adult dragon leaped up from the back camp, even if he was unwilling, as long as Zuluhed gave an order, it would let Zujin experience what a dragon's breath is.

"Zuluhed! Last chance, if you don't kneel down and apologize, I'll cut off your legs with a strong wind and make you kneel forever!" Zujin gestured with his battle axe.

"Bastard! Don't think about it, if it wasn't for the storm altar we built for you. Where did you get the power of the storm!?" Zuluhed drew out his warhammer and sprayed directly.

"Enough! Enough! Do you really want to start a fight here, and let the humans and elves on the city wall see our jokes?" Orgrim rushed between the two, and directly hit the ground with a hammer. Sand splashed everywhere, and the huge circular pit with a diameter of more than three meters made everyone feel the amazing strength of the great chief.

For a while, the audience was dead silent.

However, the tense atmosphere that was on the verge of death did not ease at all. Orgrim saw that the trolls and orcs, who had been intimately mixed together these days, had stood in two opposing rows, holding weapons and looking nervously at each other.

Orgrim suddenly realized that the honeymoon period between the Horde and the trolls was over when Duke's battle banner appeared.

In his heart, Orgrim pronounced that nightmarish name with the greatest resentment.

"Duke Marcus!"

Is this your calculation? Is this what you expected to see?

very good! I, Orgrim, remember your insidiousness!

The sharp teeth were rattled by Orgrim, and he suddenly raised his head to look at Zujin, his gaze was like lightning.

"Be sober, Zu'jin! The war between trolls and elves has lasted for six thousand years. In the six thousand years, neither of you has completely wiped out the other. It is not easy to destroy each other, and it can be done in a short period of time. .To destroy an intelligent race, it takes many victories over a long period of time to accumulate victories little by little. This time the trolls have won enough. As long as the trolls remain in the tribe, we will eventually wipe out all the elves, Humans and dwarves, dominate this planet!"

Orgrim's persuasive guidance is not without good intentions.

If it were another leader with a clear head and an IQ above the level, he might have listened.

It's a pity that Zu Jin's low IQ has finally fallen to the same level as mentally retarded because of his single-minded revenge and victories in the past few days.

He flatly refused!

"No! Trolls are ashamed to be with a tribe scared away by a flag!" Zu'jin raised the remaining ax in his hand aloft, and shouted: "Trolls! We don't need to rely on gutless orcs Horde! We can destroy Silvermoon City ourselves!"

The hearts of the trolls were agitated by Zujin's provocative declaration, and they immediately raised their weapons in unison and let out a roar that shook the sky.

The blade of the spear is like a forest, it really looks like that.

No matter how Orgrim reacted, Zujin led the troll chiefs away.

"Idiot! Don't even think about it, without us, they wouldn't even have the qualification to step into Eversong Forest." Zuluhed cursed.

"What shall we do?" Kargath *blade fist asked.

"Go! And go as soon as possible!" Orgrim picked up the map that fell on the ground, drew a circle on the map, and finally landed on a name: "Let's go like this, and then go here..."

The chiefs were thoughtful, and finally nodded in unison.

Go back to Silvermoon City, on the side of the banquet hall.

Duke finally let go of Aurelia reluctantly.

"Duke, rest early. Maybe tomorrow will be a hard fight. After all, there are at least four days before your reinforcements arrive."

"A hard fight? What a hard fight?" Duke pretended to be stupid.

"What's the meaning?"

"The high elves can't defeat a large tribe of orcs, ogres, gronns, and trolls. Can't they defeat a group of trolls who don't even know how to break magic?" Duke replied with a half-smile.

"Oh——if this is true, it is definitely the best news I have heard after Quel'Thalas was invaded." It was not Alleria who answered, but someone who came a few meters away Prince Kael'thas in the corridor.