Chapter 868 Orgrimmar

"However, this is the limit for the time being!" Looking at the barrier of the undead across the middle of the canyon in the distance, Duke had to sigh.

Next to Duke, Mograine said: "Duke, you don't have to put too much pressure on yourself. You have done a good job. I thank you on behalf of the people of Lordaeron."

Duke waved his hand: "According to the arrangements at the military meeting, act quickly. After the first snow falls, the road conditions will become worse."

"Understood." Mograine retreated.

Between Tirisfal Glades and the Western Plaguelands, where the city of Lordaeron is located, is separated by a huge mountain range that towers into the clouds. That was a chasm that even the Scourge Legion, with the undead at its core, could not easily cross.

Unless they are high-level units such as gargoyles and bone dragons, ordinary ghouls and zombies can't get through it at all.

Winter is coming, and whether you like it or not, you have to make a truce.

How an 800,000-strong army will survive the winter is a huge problem.

From the beginning, Duke did not devote so many troops to the Western Plaguelands, especially those poorly trained militiamen, who were all sent to ensure logistics. Anyway, there are skeleton soldiers and zombies everywhere, so they have enough to do.

After defeating a counterattack organized by the Dread Lord Mal'Ganis in mid-October, Duke directly asked Turalyon and Reginald Windsor to lead a partial division from the Western Plague to the south to establish the Cold Wind Camp. , open up Bingfenggan and Sophia Highlands.

In this way, along the big river flowing out of Lake Darrowmere, the Alliance has a safe channel connecting the northern and southern fronts.

Duke never called back Turalyon and Windsor's troops until they reached the Bulwark of the Dead.

The Undead Barrier is too narrow to use that many soldiers. Leaving too many people will only increase the logistical pressure. The current alliance offensive in the entire continent of Lordaeron is basically supported by food reserves.

Without Stratholme City, a giant with millions of tons of grain in stock, it would have been impossible to support an offensive of hundreds of thousands of people just relying on the South China Sea city-states and shipping.

The significance of Duke still using the first move to protect Stratholme even after being missing for ten years is also reflected at this time.

Duke was not a random person. Seeing that the Undead Barrier could not be conquered, he also made a winter plan.

The ill-trained Stratholme Army and all militia regiments were withdrawn near Stratholme.

Most of the dwarf gryphon legion and mechanized troops have also withdrawn. Tanks are assault forces. It would be a waste to keep them for defense. Various artillery fire is enough.

In addition to building a semi-permanent fortress on the west side of Firestone Farm east of the Bulwark of the Dead, Duke also asked the Scarlet Crusade to divide 50,000 troops to rebuild Hearthglen and North Mountain Lumber Camp.

Historically, it was not for no reason that the Silver Crusade held hostage in Hearthglen for so long. In case the Western Plaguelands cannot be defended in the future, leaving Hearthglen behind can serve as a nail to disgust the Scourge.

Duke looked at Queen Xi, who was still active and active in training the rangers not far away, and suddenly made a malicious guess: Now that Queen Xi has become a living and fragrant Queen Xi, will there be forgotten people in the future? Similarly, if the blood elves completely join the Alliance, then there will be nothing wrong with the Horde, right?

Entering November, because Jaina finally established a foothold in Theramore and established a giant magic communication circle, Duke finally received news from the other side of the Endless Sea.

When the first news came, Duke felt that the wheel of history was still rolling forward, unhindered by anything...

That was in September.

Even if they found the right ocean current, after a month of sea voyage, they still tortured the strong tribal warriors until they only had half their lives left.

When Thrall saw the older generation of orcs looking at the red and desolate land but calling home, he was a little puzzled.

Grom patted Thrall on the shoulder and grinned: "Before traveling to Azeroth through the Dark Portal, 'our world' was like this. Desolate and harsh, but the vast plains will never Huge prey that lacks danger and can feed hundreds of people for a week. Only the most fearless warriors and the most powerful hunters can survive on the earth. These are the orcs!"

right!

This is the orc!

indomitable!

Orcs who can always survive in the harshest environments!

The tribe's rough transport ship docked, and the orcs rushed to the shore happily. The wildest group of guys were already fighting with the huge waves and crabs on the coast. It was obvious that some unlucky souls had their fingers cut off by the huge claws of the sea wave crab, but those orcs were laughing!

That's right!

hunting!

Hunting is the instinct of orcs!

Hunting is the glory of orcs!

Bleed for instinct and glory, worth it!

Grom Hellscream shouted gruffly: "Yo! Our warchief! Name the land where our orcs have revived!"

Thrall couldn't suppress the excitement in his chest and shouted a name: "Durotar!"

Grom immediately understood that Durotar in the orc language is the homophone of Durotan after he materialized. Thrall used this method to commemorate his father who he had never met and sacrificed his life to protect him and the tribe.

For a moment, the eyes of this old tribe orc became a little wet.

Three days later, the newly born tribe made the decision to establish a new main city of the orcs in a geomantic treasure land on the west side, close to the river and backed by mountains.

In order to commemorate the brave and wise former warchief Orgrim, this new orc city will be named 'Orgrimmar'!

During the following period, Thrall, the tribal leader favored by God, met the tauren chief Cairn Bloodhoof on the way to pursue the prophet, and the tribe began to receive help from the tauren tribe.

Then in early October, a troll tribe also crossed the ocean and migrated to Durotar.

That's the Darkspear tribe of Vol'jin.

Vol'jin succeeded his father Sen'jin as the new leader of the Darkspear Trolls. Like other trolls from the Darkspear clan, he also lived in Stranglethorn Valley in the south of the Eastern Kingdom continent. Due to Du's strategy, the Kingdom of Stormwind expanded southward, and the giants of Zul'Gurub who believed in the blood god Hakkar Due to the demonic siege, the Darkspear trolls had to leave their homeland, and now only the remains of some troll towns and a vast jungle remain.

Shortly after Vol'jin and his people arrived in Kalimdor, they were attacked again by murlocs near Durotar. If it hadn't been for Thrall's full help, Vol'jin and his Darkspear clan might have disappeared by now. At this time, Vol'jin was beyond words to express his gratitude. He and the jungle trolls swore to serve the Horde and form an eternal alliance.