Chapter 411: A Heavy Price

This is a valley.

To be precise, this is not actually a valley, it is more like a small mountain pit, about 6 meters wide and 5 meters deep, surrounded by rock walls, so that it is covered by other mountains and rocks, thus forming a perfect valley. This is probably the reason why they chose to meet here.

Orgrim hid on the edge of the pit with his two most trusted and powerful guards. His trolls sprinkled a lot of leaves and odor-removing things on him. As much as the Warchief disliked these things, he and his guards put up with it.

Not long after, he heard a voice.

Following the direction of the sound, Orgrim saw a creature the size of an orc drudge moving awkwardly towards the bottom of the valley.

Orgrim lightly clenched the [Doom Hammer] in his hand, carefully staring at the comer.

The guy leaned against the stone wall panting heavily, then stood up and looked around.

"Hey..." the cloaked guy whispered.

"I'm here." Orgrim responded, he stretched his body and climbed up from the pile of leaves, and came to the empty area at the bottom of the valley.

The mysterious guy stood up straight, and when he approached the great chief of the tribe, his breathing became obviously short of breath. Orgrim also noticed that there was a hatchet hanging on the guy's waist, which was not at the same level as the troll's junk. It was well-made and not worn out. It was obvious that the guy had never used it. .

"Excuse me... are you Master Doomhammer?" The guy stammered, his body flinching back involuntarily: "Can you speak the Common Tongue?"

"I am Orgrim* Doomhammer, the leader of the Blackrock Clan, the chieftain of the tribe, and I can understand your language." Orgrim replied in a very standard common language: "And you, are Did you send me a secret message?"

This is a secret meeting, theoretically no third party will know about it.

It's a pity that this so-called theory is as clear as a lighthouse in the dark to a shameless traveler.

In the hastily built Northland Fortress, Duke sat in the tallest room in the tallest tower. People in this era generally don't have the concept of ventilation, Duke feels more comfortable only at high places.

Feeling the cool wind almost squeezed in from the shooting hole, Duke tapped the table lightly with his index finger. A gust of cool wind blew behind Duke, and Duke knew who was coming without even looking.

"Yo, my dear, how's your harvest today?"

Alleria blushed, pretending to hum indifferently: "Hmph! Who is your dear?"

Duke raised his forehead, and he was also wondering, how could such a mature and beautiful sister Yu suddenly change her style of painting and become a tsundere?

"But judging by your expression, the harvest is good, right?"

"Fortunately, I killed a few double-headed ogres with double arrows. Now they have all retreated into the mountain path."

The double-headed ogre is very difficult to deal with. Not only is its skin thick enough to withstand ordinary swords, but it also has two heads and three hearts.

Either lose two heads, or impale all three hearts, or the ogre won't die at all.

Duke saw with his own eyes that an ogre whose chest was pierced by two crossbow bolts from a ballista struggled to break the crossbow bolts as thick as a human arm with a big wooden stick, got up and charged hundreds of meters towards the human side, Then he was besieged by a large group of soldiers with steel-tipped spears, and he was stabbed dozens of times before he died.

Only a guy like Alleria who has stepped into the hero realm can deal with the two-headed ogre relatively easily.

"Good job, kill more, we will be more relaxed in the future."

"Hmph! Who told you not to allow our sisters to attack."

Duke couldn't help laughing: "I'm just afraid that if you kill all the guys inside too quickly, I won't be able to ask Terenas for soldiers."

Duke's approach is a bit like raising a thief's self-esteem. It was precisely because of the real threat of the tribe that Duke and Terenas could join forces to force the lords in eastern Lordaeron to contribute money and efforts. You know, these bastards knew that the Silver Pine Forest was under threat before, and they were still doing foreign work, and they couldn't think of money or effort.

It's all right now, the tribe is about to hit the door of the house, and this group of guys panicked, and hurriedly recruited troops and paid for it. Duke here almost wants people and money.

It's a pity that these lords mobilized too late for the war. They put together more than 40,000 people, but Duke found that only 1,000 were professional soldiers, less than 5,000 were militiamen with basic military training, and the remaining 30,000 were all just washing their feet and going to the fields the farmer.

The only fortunate thing is that Lordaeron is really rich, and he can give fifty thousand sets of armor and swords as he pleases.

These days, Duke sent almost any of his guys who could train soldiers to train these farmers.

Alleria didn't care, she and her sisters and more than five hundred elf rangers killed Zuma Shar's tribe every day. Only when the tribe sent out the flying dragon, did they retreat.

Hearing Duke said that he was afraid that they would kill the tribe, Alleria quit: "Hey, isn't there more than 50,000 tribe main forces?"

"Orgrim has already run away. There is nothing inside except the elite of no more than 3,000 people."

"Ah!?" Alleria exclaimed, and then her expression became serious: "Then why don't you go after these tribes?"

"It's not that I don't want to go, but I don't want to." Duke took out a very formal official letter.

Alleria swept her eyes: "His Majesty Aiden thinks that Alterac is not threatened by the Horde soldiers, and refuses the entry of the Alliance army? The main force of the Horde is in Alterac!?"

The ranger heroine was instantly excited: "Damn! Why didn't Aiden let us in? Is he a fool? Is he also as arrogant as the damned Silvermoon Council member? Why is his small mountain country so arrogant?"

Duke didn't speak, he just clicked on a few magic images for Alleria.

When Alleria saw it, she immediately covered her mouth, and lost her voice, "It's so miserable..."

"Yes, it's miserable!"

These images show the tragic situation in various parts of the continent of Lordaeron.

On the desolate land, there was a dead silence. Even though the land was intoxicating green, there were no signs of any birds or beasts moving anywhere. On the screen is a once huge human town. A large number of scavengers are now gathering.

Vultures, crows, wild dogs, maggots...

In such a big town, there is no complete wall, let alone a roof. On the walls, rough spears were used to nail the corpses of Alliance soldiers everywhere. Looking at their armor, they all died after a fierce battle. However, their corpses were desecrated, obviously the orcs of the Horde nailed them up after their death.