Varian Ureon, the only surviving heir of the Stormwind Kingdom, is just sixteen years old this year. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Although he is still a young man, Wryon has been learning martial arts with his teacher Anduin Lothar for many years, and he usually works very hard, so he does not look thinner than an adult, but rather a very burly appearance.

Urian was now galloping along a trail in the Alterac Valley with nine paladins of the Silver Hand Knights, and they had just spotted huge paw prints and steaming droppings on the snow not far away, and it was certain that a group of orc wolf cavalry had just passed by, and what Urian had to do was to search for the base camp of this group of orc wolf cavalry.

The Alterac Valley is so sprawling with peaks that history has never been heard of that anyone has ever been able to climb over them. More than 2,000 years ago, the combined forces of the Arathi Empire ruled by Soladin the Great and the High Elf Kingdom of Quel'Thalas were stationed at the mouth of the Alterac Valley before they launched an attack on the Amani Empire of the forest trolls.

At that time, Zukin, the ruler of the Amani Empire, led a large and powerful army of trolls to the other side of the valley, and through the aerial scouting of the bipedal dragon messenger, Zujin already knew that the combined forces of humans and High Elves were stationed on the other side of the mountain, and he only needed to lead his troops around the Alterac Mountains to launch an attack on these enemies.

However, the irascible and arrogant Zujin did not choose this line of attack, but ordered his troll warriors to forcibly open a path out of the valley, and for this reason, he even did not hesitate to use voodoo magic to turn many of his compatriots into giant monsters nearly ten meters tall, and use them to break through the mountains and rubble.

Eventually, the brutal and violent tactics of the troll army smashed a path through the Alterac Valley, and their ruler, Zujin, was finally able to declare that nothing could stand in the way of the troll army, not even the eternal mountains.

However, not long after Zujin made his heroic declaration, his army was met at the end of the passage by a powerful resistance from the combined forces of humans and High Elves, and a battle ensued that lasted for three days and three nights. In the narrow valley of Alterac, crazed trolls with daggets in both hands are fearless in their assault on the defenses of humans and High Elves.

Archers, mages, and rangers in the back rows of the combined human and High Elf armies fought to shoot arrows, fireballs, and magic arrows at the troll headhunters, while the warriors in the front row, armed with one-handed swords and shields, or armed with long-handled and two-handed weapons, fought the trolls.

The combined forces of humans and High Elves have the advantage of being at ease, and they have powerful ranged firepower, and the human warriors who are responsible for hand-to-hand combat are numerous and brave. And the advantage of the troll army is not only the number, but also their determination to fight to the death - Azeroth belongs to the trolls, and only the trolls are the only masters of this world!

The horror of the battlefield is indescribable, in the words of the commander of the human army at the time, it was "the trolls on the opposite side naked/naked, ignoring the wounds on their bodies, and their dual-wielding hatches formed a whirlwind, frantically tearing at the defenses of the combined human and High Elf forces." And, "These monsters also have the ability to regenerate, you can even see their broken limbs growing at a visible rate, and for a moment, I doubt that they will be able to come back to life after their heads are cut off."

However, even such a powerful and courageous army of trolls could not hold out for victory in the war. After more than a month of pioneering work, they were exhausted and unable to hold on to the battle for three days and three nights, and countless troll warriors died of exhaustion in front of the human and High Elf lines, and according to one of the human warriors involved in the battle, the group of "monsters covered in green moss fell straight in front of us, waiting for us to harvest their heads".

Eventually, the Troll Headhunters collapsed and became "headhunters", countless trolls were decapitated as trophies, and their leader, the Great Zukin, paid the price for his hubris - he fled from the battlefield in humiliation for the first time, and for thousands of years he could only cower in the walls of the Wraith Lands, cursing his enemies viciously.

However, the remains of the trolls continue to benefit their enemies, humanity, thanks to Zukin, who has since been able to pass through the Alterac Valley, opening the arms of the vast plains of Lordamere, Tarenmere, and Stratholm to humanity. After the division of the Seven Kingdoms, Arthas's grandfather came to the plains of Lordanmir and founded the glorious kingdom of Lordaeron.

Thousands of years have passed, and the cliffs on both sides of the narrow passage of the Alterac Valley are no longer recognizable by the traces of the knife and axe, only the straight outline of the road faintly proves the traces of artificial excavation. Wryon was now prostrate on a snowy hill, and his eyes couldn't hide the excitement - he found it, damn it, it was still a big fish!

In front of Uryon was a vast hilly area, yet the land that should have been covered with snow, with its cedars and dwarf shrubs, had now been cleared to reveal a tan surface. On the vast bare surface of the ground are simple stone houses, in which groups of ragged orcs come and go.

Several female orcs, covering their chests and lower bodies with pieces of broken cloth, gathered around a huge iron pot, under which was a roaring bonfire, and the pot was churning with yellow soup, and a young female orc, using a utensil that looked like a large spoon, scooped a spoonful of soup from the pot, cooled it a little, put it in her mouth and tasted it, and then shouted loudly.

After a while, the orcs came out of the stone house and gathered around the iron pot, and the female orcs distributed the soup in the pot to the others, and the whole process seemed to be orderly, and even the half-grown orc children were honestly waiting in the line. In the center of the orc camp, there was a huge fenced clearing, and nearly a hundred huge white wolves were napping in the clearing, or frolicking, if it weren't for the evil orcs, Urian almost thought it was a peaceful and harmonious human village.

Ureon gently stepped back from the snow mound, hunched over and ran a few steps, came to the paladin team leading the horses under the snow mound, and said excitedly: "That's right, this is it, I just took a look, there are at least thousands of orcs!" Lord Uther and Arthas were right, this is an orc tribe! So, the five of you stay here, and the others come with me to report the news to Lord Uther. If there is any movement of this group of orcs, report it to the main army at any time! ”