Chapter 159 Copy: Yongmao Forest, Difficulty: Very Easy

After learning the news from Ka'gath, Nergo was somewhat surprised.

It was rare that Ka'gath would take the initiative to withdraw his troops and wait for the army to join.

If this was done by Kilrogg, he would not be surprised.

As for Ka'gath's ambitions before he left, but now he looked a little shabby, Nergo just smiled and said to the Broken Hand orcs who had just arrived: "It's just a few setbacks, nothing."

He looked at the huge catapults and exquisite artillery in the army, and felt very proud. With these things to clean up the plants, as long as they were not the original ancestral beasts, the rest could be said to be no match.

Nergo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them again, "Pass my order, the whole army will go north and burn the Evergrowing Forest."

The other chiefs were immediately delighted when they heard this. They couldn't help it. After the Bladewind Clan was removed, Nergo divided their territory into three parts.

One part was given to the Crusader Clan as a territory, and it was given to those outstanding warriors in the war.

One portion was given to the chieftains of each clan, giving this fertile land to their clans.

One portion was left to the Warsong Clan itself as the territory directly under the chieftain.

This division allowed each clan participating in the war to gain more or less benefits. Even Margok had a small base in Talador. The behavior of the chieftain eating meat and the others drinking soup or even gnawing bones made these people rush forward.

"Let my mage group go."

Margok was communicating with Nergo. He couldn't wait to have a base in the Evergrove and study the secrets of the plants. If he really found something, the gold coins collected by the tribe would not be a big deal.

"Yeah." Nergo looked at Sylvanas who was a little lazy, "Your mage is with her archer."

"It's a ranger." Sylvanas didn't even raise her eyelids. She didn't train archers who just knew how to draw a bow. She would just find anyone from Lordaeron. She trained rangers, elite warriors who were capable of dealing with most combat situations.

"Who cares? Anyway, I think you have a lot of experience in setting fire to plants." Nergo replied.

Sylvanas certainly has experience. Her family rose in the Troll Wars. In that war, the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas and humans burned to death countless Amani trolls with moss on their bodies through mages.

That's just moss on their bodies. In Evergrove, everyone is a vegetable. If they set fire, I'm afraid even Ragnaros would have to say something.

Under the leadership of Nergo, the tribe's army launched an attack on Evergrove along the road cleared by the Shattered Hand orcs.

Without the hindrance of the original thorn beast, the tribe's army only encountered some wood spirits and vines along the way, which could not effectively stop the tribe's attack.

When the tribe army arrived at the temporary camp of Ka'gath, the Shattered Hand orcs were trying to resist the counterattack of the plants.

On the battlefield, it is often seen that the plants use huge tree people as cover, or come out of the soil to attack the flamethrower defense line of the Shattered Hand orcs.

"Cavalry charge!" Fenris shouted.

The cavalry of the Thunder God Clan raised their weapons and drove their cleft-hoofed bulls and wolf cavalry to charge at the plants from the side.

After joining the tribe, his cavalry also perfectly transformed from the original medium-armored cavalry or even light cavalry to heavy cavalry, especially the cleft-hoofed bull cavalry. On these ferocious beasts, Fenris covered them with a thick layer of armor.

Even in this forest, the fighting power of the Cleft Hoof Cavalry is still outstanding. With heavy footsteps, the Cleft Hoof Cavalry is like a tank, easily crushing the plants. The unlucky people chosen by the cavalry almost don't need the riders to take action, just the cattle hooves are enough to trample them to death.

Ka'gath saw them, they are the cavalry of the tribe, he was overjoyed, "Reinforcements have arrived, warriors, continue to burn with fire, burn all the plants to ashes."

In the internal and external attacks, the conventional plants have been destroyed one after another, they can't cause any waves at all, and those ancient trees are faced by the opponents tailored for them by the tribe.

Kilrogg soon received the order from Nergo. He and his orcs who were strengthened by spells. These orcs are huge in size. In the magic of blood, they have unimaginable power for other compatriots, similar to the giant trolls (that is, the violent ones, which are particularly large trolls) in Azeroth next door.

Boom boom boom.

But before they could rush to the ancient tree, orcs parasitized by plants blocked their way.

These orcs looked weird, just like the zombie movies Nergo had watched in his previous life. They walked crookedly, their bodies swayed, and vines were wrapped around them. Some of them looked more like plants than orcs.

Although they didn't even have weapons, the Blood Ring orcs didn't look down on them.

Sure enough, these weird guys had unimaginable strength for ordinary orcs. At the moment of fighting, every Blood Ring orc felt a pressure.

In the back, Nergo looked at the plants that kept pouring out and shook his head and said, "Catapults, archers, mages, artillery, no matter what, get everything ready. Just follow the forest as soon as I give the order."

"This forest is too much of a hindrance. I just want a plain."

As soon as Nergo gave the order, Kagath received the order to withdraw from the tribal army.

Orcs slowly withdrew from the battlefield under the cover of their comrades, and the plants that wanted to pursue them had to retreat in front of the flames.

After a while, most of the soldiers withdrew from the battlefield, and only the blood ring orcs were still entangled by the plants.

Nergo was beating the drum leisurely at this moment, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with beating the drum made of their own heads in front of the ogres.

He swung his right hand, and a thunderbolt fell from the sky, drawing a line on the ground, and forcibly separated the orcs and plants on both sides.

"Retreat."

The blood ring orcs immediately understood. Although they were huge, they were still agile. In just a few breaths, these orcs retreated.

"Are you all ready?" Nergo asked.

"Already ready." Margok gave an affirmative answer.

"Well prepared." Ner'zhul nodded.

"No problem." Blackhand smiled grimly.

"Then let's get started."

The army on the side of the tribe flashed bright flames.

This is the wizard group of Highmaul and the shaman of Shadowmoon clan!

Under the amplification of the shaman's bloodthirst, both the archers and the mages felt that their strength and energy seemed endless. Even when loading the cannons with ammunition, the orcs felt that they were much faster than usual.

Chanting spells and casting spells.

Pulling the bow and shooting arrows.

Loading and firing.

The huge fireballs and shells that covered the sky and pulled long tails of flames poured down from the sky. The rain of arrows, fireballs, boulders, and shells attracted countless people's attention in this spectacular scene.