Chapter 728: Wolf in Front and Tiger in Back

"Damn it! Most of those orcs are elites who were eliminated through brutal gladiatorial battles." A general muttered in a low voice, telling the truth of the matter.

Duke rolled his eyes.

If you don't want to commit suicide, why do you want to commit suicide?

He's so stupid that he doesn't kill them all, but instead helps them cultivate elites. With Terenas's intelligence, not dying is a waste of the world's oxygen!

Fortunately, he stabbed his precious son to death, otherwise Duke would really not want to clean up the mess for Lordaeron.

I don’t care if the northern continent is reduced to rubbish, I just need to protect my Kingdom of Storms. Anyway, I won’t have to go to protect the World Tree or anything like that...right?

Do you want me to bear the consequences of the sins Lordaeron did?

Is it easy for me to deceive some elite troops?

Next to them, a large number of Lordaeron generals saw Duke's eyelids twitching wildly, and he looked like he could get angry at any time, so they all didn't dare to say a word.

The city of Dalaran was beaten, and it stands to reason that the arrival of the 80,000 elite members of the Scarlet Cross Legion would definitely be able to help Dalaran support the Scourge. I'm just afraid that if the humans here go to the front for reinforcements, the orcs from the back will arrive!

Duke took the note filled with information about the orcs, read it three times, and then sneered: "Lordaeron can do it too. Only send 3,000 people to guard 10,000 orcs? Then with Brill as the center, all the arenas The orcs rioted and all ran out, but they concealed it because they encountered Arthas' Triumph? Even the Warsong clan, which has not yet been wiped out, came?"

Duke's sneer struck every Lordaeron general in the face like a whip, an invisible sting that made their faces burn.

Most of the generals lowered their heads.

This is Terenas's fault. As long as they carry the epaulettes of Lordaeron on their bodies, they must carry them all day long.

At this time, Renault's weak voice sounded: "There are not ten thousand orcs in Guohold Castle..."

His father, Alexandros, got angry on the spot: "You bastard, you have no right to speak here!"

Duke raised his hand and stopped old Mograine.

"Little guy, although I am only half a generation older than you, you are not qualified to speak on military matters." Duke immediately saw Renault's unconvinced expression, and Duke also smiled: "Say it's ten thousand Orcs. In fact, there are definitely more than that. The extra ones are secretly sold by the guards to the gladiatorial arena. So there are at least 15,000 orcs in there who are full of hatred for humans."

After Duke finished speaking, the expressions of all the Lordaeron generals darkened.

corruption!

Dirty!

And act recklessly.

It is definitely a taboo for military strategists to advance rashly without knowing the strength of the opponent.

Normally, even well-trained recruits can easily be replaced by one for three against orcs. The orcs’ title of ‘combat nation’ is not just a boast.

If you include the total of 30,000 orcs who attacked Guohold, then even Mograine's 80,000 elites would be enough.

At this time, Duke raised his second finger: "Second point, the orcs currently entrenched in Guohold are not just 30,000 to 50,000. They are at least 100,000!"

This news is simply a bolt from the blue!

Mograine and others were all confused.

One hundred thousand? Where did you get one hundred thousand?

"How many orcs are slave laborers?" Abidis asked tentatively.

"Zero." Duke sighed: "And he is not an ordinary second-line tribe, he is an absolute elite warrior of a first-line clan."

"What!?" Old Mograine and others were shocked.

As those who have experienced the second Dark Portal War and have been fighting with the remnants of the tribe for many years, they are most aware of the gap in combat power between the tribe's elite, first-line clans and second-line clans.

Abidis asked in shock: "Where are the 100,000 elites?"

Duke unfolded the information and pointed at the tribal clan battle flags drawn by the scouts. They all recognized the other flags. The only thing that stands out is the flag of the [War Song] clan. Duke was referring to another flag symbol that was extremely unfamiliar to them.

"This is the Frostwolf Clan. It was once the fourth clan in the tribe after the Blackstone, Warsong, and Bloodring Clan. Except for the small number of people, its combat power is definitely top-notch."

"Frost Wolf?" Everyone is very unfamiliar with this name.

Duke said slowly: "You don't know that it's normal. Because in the first year of the Dark Portal, when this clan first arrived in Azeroth, due to political disagreements, the first warchief at the time, Blackhand, and the warlock king Gul'dan Banished. They traveled across the entire southern continent in great secrecy, crossing the sea from Palatine Bay in the dark, passing through Hillsbrad, and hiding deep in the Alterac Mountains."

"How many elite orc soldiers do the Frostwolf clan have?" Mograine asked.

"No less than 50,000."

Duke doesn't know how many there are. Since the Frostwolf clan has not encountered a particularly sharp attack in the past fifteen years, it is not surprising that Thrall, who has reacquainted himself with his ancestors, has gained the support of the Frostwolves. Fifty thousand is already a conservative number.

Every general who had experienced the second war at the Dark Portal had their brows knitted into the Chinese character "Chuan".

It's not enough to save Dalaran, it's not even enough to protect yourself.

The evil undead and the orcs who are full of hatred for humans are enough to kill the entire continent to pieces.

Queen Kalia, who was sitting at the top, looked left and right. Even though she knew nothing about military affairs, she knew something was wrong.

Unconsciously, everyone turned their attention to Duke.

Looking at this magical commander who, more than ten years ago, wiped out millions of orcs with less than one-third of the opponent's troops.

If another person were to sit in this position, it would definitely be a desperate ending of death and no life.

But he is different.

He is Duke Marcus - a living legend recognized among the three major races in the entire alliance!

"Since everyone regards me as the commander-in-chief, I will naturally lead everyone to find a way out..." Duke's young face is full of confidence, and the powerful momentum of guiding the country and about to play the powerful enemy in the palm of his hand can be seen. The three women present were all excited.

Kalia, Ilucia, Sally... all showed admiration.

At this moment, Guohold Castle.

"No, don't kill me - no -"

The last human guard was torn alive. The orcs, who had been tortured for who knows how many years, just tore off the guard's hands, feet and head like a doll, turning them into pieces of meat.

"Hahahaha! Hahahahaha——" The bloody orc laughed wildly.

"Long live Thrall——"

"Long live Orgrim——"

"Long live Grom Hellscream——"

The orcs cheered heartily and raised their crude weapons high, showing off their strong muscles.

Thrall was holding a blood-stained battle ax and was equally excited.

Even he has suffered for too long.

The human whip seemed to still be painfully painful on his back.