Small-scale harassment, gradual increase in troops, leaving traces, bait and ambush.

When he was young, Gul'dan also fought against the brutal oppression of ogres and the freedom of all the Orcs of Draenor.

So don't look at being a shaman in the early years, and now he has become a warlock and has mixed into the ranks of the mage, Guldan is also a ruthless character who can pick up a knife and lead troops to fight.

Thinking that Guldan, who had been nominated for the Top Ten Outstanding Orc Youth Rankings in Shadow Moon Valley back then, didn't have to use his mind to arrange such a small-scale tactical arrangement, how he fought ogres back then, and how he fought elves now.

The trap is not afraid of the old, the method is not afraid of the old, just work.

So, at the cost of 300 trolls who supported the decoy, Zujin's army wiped out more than a thousand High Elf ranger soldiers. The backup post that was watching from afar was blocked by Gul'dan and his Death Knights.

In this battle, there was a vacuum in the power of the Kingdom of Quel'Salas in the eastern part of the Yongge Forest, and according to the army discipline, it would take at least three days for Silvermoon City to discover the abnormality, plus the striking-off when the troops were dispatched, it was impossible to organize the trolls of Zujin and the orcs of Gul'dan to do whatever they wanted in this area in less than a week.

"Gul'dan, I have to say, I underestimated your talent, although three hundred of Amani's warriors gave their lives, but this is a great victory, these gadgets you have made are very useful, we are no longer afraid of the little tricks of the elves. Without these pretenses, trolls have nothing to fear. ”

Zujin was haughty, but not stupid, and the troll leader showed due respect to those who could help him.

"Nope. Lord Zujin, I'm only for the sake of the tribe, for the covenant between orcs and trolls. For everyone's final victory, it only provided a little insignificant help. The whole plan is actually humble and unsightly, it is the noble sacrifice of the warriors of Zu Aman in exchange for the victory of the tribe, and the glory belongs to the great Zu Jin, and it belongs to Amani!"

There is no defect in IQ for those who can be mixed into the Dharma, when Gul'dan said this in the troll language. Zujin and his men all think that Gul'dan is actually an orc.

Well, although this orc is not good-looking, he is actually a good person. Gul'dan is a good comrade, and this friend is worth making. That's about what it looks like.

"Lord Zujin, in order to better study the elven enchantment, I need as many rune stones as possible. But I have limited manpower. If your team finds something similar, suspicious during the assault. Please notify me in as much detail as possible. The larger the sample size, the faster the cracking progresses. Without this damn barrier, the elves are at the mercy of the great Amani trolls, serving as slaves and food. ”

Seeing that the atmosphere was similar, Gul'dan finally stated his purpose.

"Well, you're right, it's reasonable. Guldan, you have proven your worth in previous battles. Zukin now recognizes you as a friend of Amani's trolls. For friends, trolls are not stingy. Your reasonable request will be met by our trolls. Pass the order down. If you find something that is suspected to be an elven runestone, report it as soon as possible. ”

With Zujin's promise, Gul'dan smiled innocently.

"It's all for the Horde, for the friendship of the Orcs and Trolls, for the sake of Grand Chief Orgrim. ”

"Master, what a disgusting laugh you just had. "Leaving the trolls, Tyrone Bloodfiend said to Gul'dan.

"I hate trolls, I hate the color of their skin, I hate their tusks, I hate the smell of them. But isn't it nice to be able to achieve the goal with words and expressions? When strength is insufficient, wisdom is even more precious. In front of his men, Gul'dan reverted to his usual grim expression.

"Master, although my body is human now, I am still proud of my orc identity. Tyrone Bloodfiend said.

"And then, what do you want to express?" Gul'dan turned his head at a forty-five degree angle and squinted at Tyrone Bloodseeker.

"I think there's something wrong with your description. Tyrone Bloodseeker replied.

"What a problem. "Gul'dan is extremely patient with his strongest and most loyal men.

"Because of the fusion of human memories, it seems to me that orcs and trolls are both green-skinned, big fangs, and don't taste very good. Tyrone Bloodfiend replied truthfully.

"So should I change your head or nose?" Guldansen chuckled.

"As long as the new head or nose is stronger than the current one, I don't have a problem. Tyrone Bloodseeker said.

"Well, it seems that the fusion of a thousand souls still has a certain impact on you, when you were a pure orc before, you didn't have so many words. It seems that the Death Knight still has room for improvement. Discovering that Tyrone Bloodseeker was not entertaining or teasing himself, Gulda gave up on the idea of disciplining the Death Knight and instead began to think about how to continue to improve the nascent Death Knight.

Carlos stationed his army on the border of Stratholme and Quel'Thalas, and the soldiers began to cut down wood to build a makeshift camp. Unlike the M button on the game map in memory, Stratholme and Quel'Salas are not just connected by a mountain path, but also separated by a large mountain forest. Without a guide to lead the way, Carlos didn't want Alterac's soldiers to engage in guerrilla warfare with trolls in this terrain.

After arranging the barracks for the army, Carlos went to Stratholme with a small number of guards and generals, ready to talk to the Stratholme City Council.

Aurelia had only spent the night in Stratholme, enjoying the hotel's hot water and soft beds, and then rushed back to Quel'Salas early the next morning.

Living people are never cold statistics, and the long march has made Aurelia a little tired, and it is necessary to have enough rest in the event of an encounter with a troll at any time.

However, just as Aurelia sensed Quylslyn and was about to requisition a dragon eagle from the local Far Wanderer troops, Zujin's trolls had already begun to sweep through the Jinge Forest.

"Gul'dan, Lord Zujin asked me to inform you that we have found what you are looking for. "A strong troll named Ekilsson has been contacted using the shadow magic communication locator device that Gul'dan has given to the trolls.

"What does it look like, what does it look like!" asked Gul'dan excitedly.

"From a distance, it was an ordinary large rock, and when we got closer, it was imprinted with glowing runes, and we couldn't destroy it with our weapons. Ekilsson described his findings.

"Don't move there, I'll be there soon. ”

Guldan's whole body became excited.

Walking slowly in the Yongge Forest, feeling the magical power diffused from the sunwell, Guldan's whole person seemed a little excited as if he was drunk with oxygen.

"But warlock, I don't have enough manpower, there is an elven village next to that runestone, and there are at least four hundred adult elves. Ekilsson truthfully describes his findings.

"Don't be afraid, my friend, I will show you why the mighty Zujin chose to ally with the orcs, just be patient, the hunt is about to begin. With that, Gul'dan interrupted the magical communication, feeling Ekilson's position, and then stretched out his finger and pointed in one direction. "Tyrone, gather your troops, it's time to get to work. ”

The last time he was satisfied by killing was when Shattrath broke the city, and the memories were so long that Tyrone Bloodseeker could barely remember the details.

"Shadow of the Blade, thirsty to kill. Tyrone Bloodseeker smiled innocently and cruelly. (To be continued......)

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