"Do you know the consequences of this?" Gianna grabbed Sal's thick arm, her face extremely ugly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "Your fight with him will lead to an all-out war between the Alliance and the Horde!"

The issue of the Warsong Clan had long been agreed upon in Kalimdor, and this account would not be counted on the head of the tribe, at least not all of it, but if Thrall led Kukaron to launch an attack, the meaning would be completely different.

"I can't sit idly by and watch my people be slaughtered!" Thrall shook off Gianna's hand and gestured to the battlefield below.

Yes, that's the slaughter, a human slaughter of the orcs.

The steel walls of humanity have not moved back even an inch, and they have built a permanent fortress there, waiting for the orcs to rush up in vain and slaughter them with that strange golden spell!

The wolf cavalry has also been completely routed, and the human knights have paid no attention to the fleeing wolf cavalry, they are reorganizing their formation, preparing to attack the flank of the orcs.

Benny looked down, too far away for him to see, but he knew that the Gargok was throwing in command of the battle, and the orc still swooped down on his own army's line with a beastly roar.

'Ciel, is there a way?' Benny connected to Sylvanas in his soul.

It's going to take another five minutes. ’

Benny stopped talking, and Sylvanas needed to focus.

"Are you going to attack? Benny interrupted the two of them as he looked at Thrall, who was talking to Gianna.

"Ready!" Thrall tightened his grip on the hammer, and the barrels of several of the airship's cannons, which resembled dwarf cannons, were aimed at Benny and Isa, which were supposed to be goblin-developed cannons.

"It seems that you have chosen war. Benny sighed.

"Wait!" Gianna grabbed Sal's arm again. "He's right, Thrall, the Warsong Clan is indeed a source of instability, and you can take advantage of this to fully integrate them into the Horde. ”

"Gianna?!, how can you say that?" Thrall looked incredulously at his only human friend.

"The death of Cenarius, and the war in Ashenvale, I've had enough, Sal!" Gianna's emotions were completely detonated. "These restless orcs are always thinking about how to destroy others! They don't know what peace is! They only know plunder! Without them, the tribe and the alliance would have lived in peace!"

"Isn't there such a person among the human race?" said Sal in a stern tone. "I've seen those humans, Gianna, and they're like roaches when they see orcs!"

"But those are under our control, Your Excellency the Great Chief. Benny chimed in. "The Warsong Clan is not under the full control of the Horde. "As soon as Thrall left, Grum Hell Roar dared to take the orcs of the entire Warsong Clan to drink the blood of demons, what kind of control?

"Your patience is running out, Thor!" Benny's staff reached forward and pointed at Thrall, and the Wyvern Knight nervously drew his weapon.

"War, or peace?"

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Sylvanas had just severed the connection with Benny's soul as she carefully pushed through the bushes again, the wolf-mounted orc commander still in place, but he was gathering the last of his forces, apparently intending to charge himself.

It's still a long way off, but Benny can't wait, and the situation above doesn't allow Sylvanas to wait for a better opportunity.

Seeing that he was completely hidden under the bushes, he stretched out his right hand, and white filaments of light spread out, and the pure white longbow quickly took shape.

The glow of the longbow in her hand would quickly expose her, Sylvanas took a slight breath, the cold air of the jungle entering her lungs, lifting her spirits slightly, and she stood up, completely exposing herself.

Regardless of the wolf cavalry who reacted extremely quickly, Sylvanas completely pulled the white bowstring, and the golden light bolts quickly condensed, Sylvanas held his breath, his pupils shrank, and the vision in front of him suddenly expanded, and the blood vessels on the dirty neck of the orc officer were clearly visible.

Fingers gently loosened the bowstring, and the condensed golden light bolt scurried towards the orc officer with a sharp whistling sound of energy rubbing against the air.

The bowstring opened again, and the golden bolts of light shot at the two wolf cavalrymen who were already close at hand, and the two arrows of light almost simultaneously sank into the giant wolf's mouth, and Sylvanas ignored her own results, bowed and ran towards the dense forest behind her, and the longbow in her hand turned into white filament and drilled back into her palm.

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The old shaman looked in disbelief at the orc corpse on the ground, the head of which was completely gone, and its charred neck was still smoking as if it had been burned by some kind of flame.

The old shaman stood there for a long time, he still couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, one second Gargok was still roaring and preparing to attack the humans himself, and the next second, a golden light took his head, and with him was his own wolf, the most ferocious head wolf of the Warsong Clan, who was grinning like his master before his back was blown off.

"Morka, what are we going to do?!" Gargok's adjutant expression was already a little distorted, and his green skin made him look a little funny at this time.

"Ask the Great Chief for help. The old shaman sighed. "If you don't want the Warsong Clan to perish. ”

"But he doesn't care about us at all now!" the adjutant pointed sharply to the sky, where there were three tribal airships and a golden beast.

"Do you have a better way?" the old shaman had long advised Gargok not to follow Grum's old path, but the entire Warsong clan, and even all the orcs, believed that Grum was one of the greatest heroes of the orcs, and the old shaman was a little puzzled why an orc who had made up for his crimes could become a hero.

"I -----"

"Woo~~~"

The harsh words that had reached the throat were blocked back by a long, low horn, and the old shaman and the adjutant looked at the sky, and the horn came from the Great Chief's airship.

It was a clarion call for retreat.

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"And they succeeded. The smile on Tyrande's face flickered, and Vandal almost thought it was just his hallucination----- he hadn't seen the High Priest smile since Malfurion had fallen into a 'coma'.

"It's a little incredible, but I think they did succeed. Vandal had fought the Horde many times, and he knew very well what the muffled sound of the horn just now meant----- the orcs were retreating, and they were defeated by the human army. (To be continued.) )