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The Stalker quietly behind the orc, an hour later, returned to the Northern Fortress, and in the brightly lit command hall, the high-ranking stalker affiliated with the Syndicate reported to Dick,

"Mr. Commander, I can confirm that those orcs left around the Northern Fortress, as well as the orc wolf cavalry and orc warriors who were originally roaming the land in front of the Northern Fortress, they also left with them, and they retreated to the troll village by the sea, I was afraid of being discovered, so I didn't come forward to investigate!"

Dick nodded,

"You're doing well, go get some rest, and you'll set out early tomorrow morning to clear the way for the soldiers, but I reckon the orcs might send guides to avoid any conflict with them. ”

At this point, Dick thought for a moment, and then accentuated his tone,

"But if they take the initiative to provoke, teach them a lesson! Tell them that the Stratholme Warbands are not easy to mess with!"

The Stalker paused, then nodded, and walked briskly out of the command room.

The interrupted meeting continued.

"I don't understand, Captain, why are you so polite to those orcs!"

Herold muttered as he grabbed a roasted sea fish in one hand and ate it rudely.

This reckless man's words resonated with the others, and a buzzing sound sounded around the dozen or so commanders present.

Dick looked around and coughed lightly,

"Do you all think like that?"

No one answered, and a few seconds later, Erigor spoke first,

"Dick, at least that's what I think, we don't need to be so polite to that group of orcs, the First Expeditionary Force plus the soldiers of the Northern Fortress are all warriors who have experienced war, and we are not weaker than them!"

Erigor's words were immediately met with praise from the others, Dick shrugged his shoulders, stretched out his hand, pressed downward, and after everyone had been quiet, he muttered for a moment before he spoke,

"It's not that I'm UI they're polite... In fact, I might as well tell you that the current orcs are far less powerful than they appear, as far as I know, most of the orcs in Durotal are suffering from a disease called "toxemia", and they can't even exert half of their combat power, and even as long as I think, as long as everyone is willing to pay a certain sacrifice, it is not a problem to completely eradicate them. ”

Dick's words made everyone stop eating, and they were attracted by Dick's words, and in the face of the curious eyes of these fellows, Dick organized his language for a while, and continued,

"But why didn't I do it? and instead generously tolerated the orcs' rudeness?

"First, Erigor, you veterans who participated in the Second Orc War should know that not all orcs followed Thrall to Kalimdor during the orc rebellion, which was jokingly called the "Third Orc War". ”

Dick stretched out his hand and drew a separate circle in the air.

"At least I know that the Frostwolf Clan and the Dragon Roar Clan, as well as the Black Hand Clan, are all exiled in the Eastern Continent, although they are all lurking, but I believe that as long as the battle here begins, with Sal's influence among the orcs, an orc war will definitely break out again in the Eastern Continent. ”

The paladin's tone was solemn and serious, and he glanced at everyone,

"How long do you think the human world, which is now in disarray, can survive in the face of the undead and the troubled orcs at the same time?"

No one answered, though it was only a possibility, but there were people with brains, so no one was going to bet on that possibility, and then they heard Dick's voice again.

"The second reason is for Theramore. We can't just think about our own ideas, in case this expedition fails, the demons invade Kalimdor, and there is the orc homeland in front of Theramore, our compatriots here can also win a chance to transfer back to the Eastern Continent, didn't they say? This is their home, they are not going anywhere!"

Dick pinched his wine glass, shook it slightly, and looked at Gianna with a smile, "And if we succeed, as a party that has participated in the war, under the care of the Night Elves who are still powerful in Kalimdor, there will be no development crisis in Theramore for at least ten years, and with those long-eared people standing in the middle, the pressure on our compatriots will be much less! Our roots are in the northern frontier, we won't stay here forever, we will eventually go back to our hometown!"

Gianna looked at Dick's expression, a little confused, the eldest lady didn't know, this was actually what she did in the original history, with the merit of participating in the Second Demon War, after the war, relying on Theramore, which had just been founded for less than a year, and fought against the orcs for 11 years.

Although Gianna and Thrall have some control over their side, in the past 11 years, Theramore has grown from a small country to a bridgehead against the Horde, forcing three generations of chieftains, war maniac Garrosh Hellroar to use the weapon of mass destruction, the Scorching Rainbow Mana Bomb, to raid the Theramore.

This is enough to show how strong Theramore will be 11 years later, but if there is no balance from the Night Elves in this kind of balance surrounded by enemies, Dick will never believe it.

Although the Night Elves, as an immortal species, are far inferior in the face of humans and orcs, a race that is good at learning, and even in the next ten years, they will be surpassed by the Human Kingdom Storm Kingdom, but at least at this point in time, the Night Elves of Kadore are definitely the strongest country in the land of Azeroth, and there is no one.

It controls even more territory than the entire human kingdom plus the orcs, and for that alone, Dick has to hug the thigh of Cadore.

In fact, Dick believes that if it weren't for the fact that in the second demon invasion, Cadore, as the absolute main force, withstood the attack of most demons and finally won a crushing victory, even if the human world was given 10 years, they might not be able to surpass the elves.

After all, that's the foundation of 1W4,000 years. It has only been 3,000 years since the birth of mankind.

But Dick would not have told these fellows, and he drank the wine in his hand, and after pouring the crisp wine into his throat, Dick pursed his lips and, in silence, gave a third reason.

"We are here for the demons, the mages for revenge, the paladins are chasing Arthas who migrated with the archdemons, and the others are here for glory and the stability of the whole world, but I won't let everyone die in vain, if you can, aren't the orcs who fight to protect their homeland the best cannon fodder?"

"Hahaha! I love to hear this! The regimental commander is right! Let the orcs be cannon fodder!"

Herold laughed and raised his glass, and then drank it all, and the others also accepted this reason that sounded a bit despicable, but at this time, the human world and the orcs are really out-and-out mortal enemies, and the blood shed by both sides in the past 20 years is simply innumerable.

Even Eregor, who has always been extremely self-disciplined, couldn't help but gulp down a glass of ale, and this banquet entered a lively time again, of course, for tomorrow's expedition, everyone tasted it lightly, and even the dwarves who had always been good at wine drank a few glasses and went to rest.

But when Dick entered his room, he saw the figure of the eldest lady standing by the window, he paused for a moment, and looked back at the left and right aisles, this is his own room, yes.

"In addition to those three reasons, there must be deeper reasons, you didn't tell me, Dick, you are not well~"

The eldest lady looked at the paladin with a smile, and the latter took a closer look, only to find that this was a mirror image of the eldest lady's mana, which could be seen from the height of her palm off the ground.

Dick suddenly felt a little regretful in his heart, but more than a year of knighthood has turned Dick into a self-disciplined guy, he untied the big hat at will, hung it at the door, and touched his neck with both hands,

"yes... Anna, it's not just you, in fact, Thrall has traveled far away in the Endless Sea, and he has also been guided by the astral mage, and Elder Drektar told me about this, and even Medivan has a different view of Thrall, so why shouldn't I pay attention to them?"

Dick pressed his head on the pillow, his feet cocked, and said to Gianna's mirror,

"That orc Thrall reminds me of two people. ”

"Who?"

"Arthas, Kael'thas... I have a hunch that this guy is going to be a great leader in the future, even though he's a disgusting beast!"

Gianna's mirror image was silent for a moment, then floated to Dick's side, leaned down, and kissed him gently.

"Don't say that, good night, my knight. ”

Under Dick's gaze, the smiling eldest lady disappeared into specks of light at the head of the bed, and the blue dots of light made him a little obsessed, and he even reached out like a child, trying to catch those dots of light.

"Good night, my lady. ”

A few minutes later, Dick fell into a deep sleep. Maybe there, the reserved lady is also waiting for him.

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"Follow me, warriors of the Warsong Clan, drive those bugs out of our homes!"

Covered in wounds and almost covered in green and red blood, Grom, holding aloft the "Blood Roar" battle axe, rushed out of the rudimentary fortifications in a hurry, and a group of tall orcs, also scarred, armed with a variety of weapons, followed their own patriarch and launched a charge towards the swarming combination of hellhounds and demon guards.

Eleven days have passed since the demon invasion, and the Warsong Clan, which was originally responsible for logging in the Ashen Valley to supply the orc city of Orgrimmar Timberwood, has been raided by the demons who have been rampaging all the way from Aishara, and the Warsong Lumber Yard has fallen, and Grom is forced to retreat with the people who have fought hard from the siege, and finally return to the junction of the Barren Lands and the Ashen Valley.

But they can't retreat anymore, and if they retreat, they will give the demons a way into the barren lands, in that case, relying on Orgrimmar's orcs who are tormented by "poisonblood", they can't stop the demon's attack at all.

Grom and his Warsong clan are actually plagued by "toxemia", but the Warsong clan, which is furious by nature and has stronger physical strength than other orcs, still retains a certain amount of combat effectiveness, but in the face of a steady stream of demons, Grom has never been so powerless as he is now.

He remembered the battle he had fought with the elven demigod before the demon invaded Warsong Lumberyard, and the feeling of powerlessness that he couldn't do anything about the other party made Grom, who had cut down two demon guards with one axe, even more anxious.

The voice of darkness grew in the depths of his heart, and that voice had been bewitching him.

"Don't run away from your fate!Grom - Hell roars, you should have been the strongest warrior, look at you now, weak as a bug!"

"Get out of my head!

The orc roared angrily, the battle axe in his hand turned in a great arc in the air, and his whole body spun rapidly, like a whirlwind of wild dance, a whirlwind of steel, splitting all the demons around him who dared to approach into stumps.

"Don't run away! Come to me, I have a way to restore your strength! That demigod, you have regained your strength, and the shame he brought to you, the shame of defeat, can be washed away!"

"Get out!"

The orc patriarch panted and held his battle axe, staring viciously at the cowering demons in front of him, and the whirlwind that danced wildly just now frightened them.

Grom felt a sigh of relief, he liked to see the fearful expressions of his enemies, which made him feel like he was still the warrior of the same tribe he had been.

But the next moment, the demons attacked again, and the orc snorted coldly, and just as he wanted to raise the battle axe, his left leg suffered a heart-piercing pain, making him half-kneeling on the ground.

Then he saw his own people, they were lying on the ground, even if they were seriously injured, they were still following him, the battle flag of the Warsong clan was dirty, and it was carried behind him by his adjutant, and the adjutant's chest, the terrible wound had turned black, but he still held on.

The feeling of desperation welled up in Grom's heart, and he roared wildly, and just as he was about to rush out, the sound of darkness sounded again.

"Ah, how brave, how fearless, Grom, you should think of your people... As long as you nod, I'll re-admit you, my former warrior... As long as you nod, I can spare your weak people, hehe, do you really think that I don't know the traces of those bugs in Durontar?"

"Orcs... Orcs will never be slaves!"

Grom gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words, but the dark voice let out a sneer,

"Joke! You were born to be the greatest warriors, but now you are tormented by illness that even my minions can't beat, and lo and behold, this is your humble life! I just need a pinch..."

The dark voice laughed cruelly, and the demon guard on the other side threw the evil spear in his hand as if he had been ordered, piercing the abdomen of the lieutenant who was still standing up beside Grom, and carried him out a long way.

"Stop! Stop!"

Grom roared weakly, the power in his body was draining rapidly, his eyes widened, almost cracking his skin, but there was nothing he could do but watch as spear after spear pierced his people, he lowered his head, and finally, the hero gave in.

"That's enough! I promise you... I promise..."

"Knock knock!"

The violent shaking of the ground interrupted Grom's echo, and when he raised his head, he saw the cavalry who had been shining with golden light, rushing down from the dense forest on the slope on the left side of the battlefield, and the guy who led him shone with an aura, like a light and shadow wrapped in holy light.

"Charge!" Stratholme Warband, charge!"

Golden flames flashed on the charging knights, and in the surprised eyes of the orcs, those of their mortal enemies deliberately bypassed the formation of the orcs and rushed into the panicked demon group, and then two huge blue six-pointed stars shone in the dim sky of the gray valley, and the cold blizzard and the magical flames rising from the ground completely split the demons in two.

Seeing that there was a turnaround, Grom stood up with his battle axe, and then a strong holy light fell on him, but unlike the previous blazing burn, this time, it was as warm as a hot spring, and his injuries healed quickly under the nourishment of the holy light.

After he threw out the first flash of holy light, the priests who followed closely behind the mage team had cold faces and brushed the holy light on the bodies of the other orcs, although it could not heal them, at least they had a chance to leave the battlefield.

"Grom, come with me and gather your people!"

A familiar voice sounded behind Grom, who turned around to see the heavily armed Vallock and his own people, who were helping to transport the wounded of the Warsong Clan, Grom glanced at the battlefield, gritted his teeth, rolled over and picked up the lieutenant and another seriously wounded warrior, and ran towards Vallock's rearranged battle line.

"These knights... Who are they? ”

"They... They're a bunch of fools who have crossed the sea to fight the devil!"

Wallock watched the line regain its solidity, and answered Grom's question meaningfully, he took off the hideous tomahawk from his back, moved his body, looked at his friend's surprised expression, and added,

"But they're also allies... Although only temporarily. ”

"Kukaron Guards! Charge with me! Support the knights!"