Quiet!

Be quiet!

In the headquarters, several bigwigs were holding back laughter.

There are some things that can't be said on the table. After all, this is Azeroth's version of political correctness.

At the beginning of the alliance, Lothar advocated the entry of people who stretched their ears. Since the elves are willing to send troops, even if it is only a small ranger army, at least it means that the elf king knows about it.

Dalaran's mage troops are good, and when it comes to the ancestors of human mages, we have to talk about the high elves.

It seems that there are quite a few archmages in the Kenrito Council? Please, wake up, there's a Kaizi in the Council of Five, a dragon, and two-fifths are not human.

As far as the archmage is concerned, the human race is definitely not comparable to the Silver Moon Council, let alone the high-level mages and ordinary mages of the lower level. Dalaran is a single digit worse than others.

The mana perpetual motion machine of the sunwell, the master of mass assembly line production, is so awesome.

Lothar must have thought that the human soldiers would be in the front, and the elven mage would be biubiubiu in the back, and the orcs would go like trolls.

Anastrian can't throw off the alliance!

What has no intention of interfering in the affairs of the human world, to put it bluntly, is to play isolationism, and add a high coldness.

Lothar reminded them of the threat of the orcs, and even after losing the fleet, he sent the griffon knight as a messenger.

Know what happened to the Sun King?

"It's impossible for those low-level savage creatures to pass through the magic array of the Eternal Song Forest!"

Angry, Lothar and Lao Taizi blew their beards and glared.

Kindness is eaten by dogs.

Anyway, the long-eared nobles look down on everyone, including the so-called allies of humans.

"Humans are nothing more than short-lived species to be used as cannon fodder." The nobles of the Silver Moon have made similar statements in public on more than one occasion.

For nearly 3,000 years, the two sides have not been able to talk.

Thanks to the Zuaman troll, he didn't let humans and elves fight.

Obviously, Orgrim's main orc force went to the territory of the elves, at least for a while.

It's not that north of Stratholme is outright elven territory.

Through the Northland Watchtower and the newly built Northland Fortress, the first thing you will go to is the Ghost Land in the future.

It is a territory that has been contested with each other for thousands of years.

The Elven Rangers, led by the Windranger family, probably occupy the western and central parts of this territory, and on the eastern flank are the remnants of the trolls of Zuaman. They fought hard in this dense forest, and for 2,800 years they had been inseparable.

Towering trees with more than 10 floors often cover the sky and the sun.

Guys who don't know how to jungle fight, after going in, they deliver food.

When Soladin the Great helped the elves fight Zuaman, he eventually lost his troops in the woods and had to abandon his treatment.

The elves consider this place to be part of the Eternal Song Forest, and the trolls call it the Zuaman Forest, each with its own name.

Orgrim was initially unconvinced, and directly ordered the fleet to attack Yangfan Harbor, which was located south-west of the Yongge Forest. It's a pity that before he entered the port, he was blocked back by the exaggerated magic cover outside the port.

The same nail was hit on Queldanus Island in the north, and after sinking three ships, he searched south to find a landing site, and finally managed to land the Tower of Windranger without the protection of the giant rune magic protection circle.

The unprepared elven rangers desperately resisted, but they couldn't stop the main force of orcs a hundred times their size. So, in the following time, the rangers who lost their homeland, together with heroes such as Aurelia and Winresa who rushed in, fought guerrilla warfare against the orc army in the forest.

The orc army is numerous, but it is extremely embarrassing to find that he can't climb trees, and he can't help the elven rangers who jump flexibly between the branches.

Every day, at least two or three hundred orcs die from cold arrows, and at most it can be six or seven hundred.

Orgrim was almost tormented to madness by the rangers, a situation that immediately improved after being effected by the Trolls of Zuaman.

The enemy of the enemy is the natural ally of the enemy.

Zu Aghan, the leader of the Zu Aman trolls, saw this accurately.

The two greenskins almost hit it off.

Then the hard days of the elven rangers came.

"Whew!"

"Take!"

An arrow, a spear.

Unless the Elven Ranger can accurately hit the troll's eye or throat, it is most likely the Elves who will suffer

A pair of shots, but any elf can't kill a troll in an instant, and most of the ones who suffer are elves.

Of course, thousands of years of fighting have allowed the elves to practice extremely exaggerated archery skills. Often after shooting, the elven ranger can also dodge the troll's spear in a graceful posture.

After all, the troll's throwing spear is a bit rough and powerful, but the throwing spear is made of thick branches, which in itself adds uncertainty to the air resistance of the throwing spear, unless it is a throwing spear that has been used many times, and the troll fully understands its projection trajectory, it is easy to fly more than thirty meters.

Often trolls can only suppress elven rangers by numbers.

This time, the trolls and orcs teamed up to attack, and even if Aurelia led the team back, it was still a little unbearable.

Under the cover of trolls, a large number of orc laborers began to frantically cut down trees in the 'Ghost Lands', compressing the living space of the rangers.

And Ogrim is more interested in another thing.

"What? This is the north side of that Stratholme Territory? Is there a way to that place? ”

In front of the Great Array of the Sodoril River, the Great Chief looked at the fortress of the seven-story city wall and reluctantly retreated. But he was obsessed with the territory of McDonald.

In the mouths of the human captives, he had long known that Stratholme was rich, there was an endless supply of food there, and there was money to buy up pigs, cattle and sheep in several nearby territories.

Despite the rumors, Orgrim was willing to believe that if he took this wealthy province in the Plateau Basin, the orc army would be in a much better position to run out of food.

Although this place is not bad now, the forest is full of fat prey, such as the Devil's Spring Leopard, which is a very strong feline, one can only weigh five hundred catties. Since he came here, his subordinates have told him that this hunting ground is good.

Like the 'barren' Lordaeron, the forest is mostly filled with small wild boars.

The addition of trolls has allowed Zuluhid and his remnants to find the value of life again, and the Dragonthroat Orcs, who are especially good at riding flying monsters, have recently become obsessed with riding [Dragon Eagle].

This large bird, which looks a bit like a butterfly from a distance, actually has a head that resembles an eagle and a fiery red wing membrane, and can easily carry an orc.

After 10 days of training after Zujin provided the orcs with 100 dragon eagles, Zuluhid proposed to go to the high altitude to reconnoiter the human fortresses in the southern mountain passes.

With the expectation of the Great Chief and thousands of orcs, the dragon eagle fluttered its wings, like a big moth, flying and flying, flying at a height of at least five hundred meters above the ground, absolutely far from the range of ordinary crossbow arrows.

The dragon eagle that pinned on the Great Chief's dream of conquest was so dazzling that Orgrim's mood couldn't help but get excited.

Humans apparently discovered the existence of the Dragon Eagle.

So what?

The speed of the dragon eagle is not inferior to that of the griffin at all, and if you really want to run into the griffin knight, you will definitely be able to run away.

Even if a strong crossbow is fired, the distance of 500 meters is enough for the rider to maneuver.

Orgrim had figured out that the last time his dragoons were brain-dead, they rushed into a large array of crossbow arrows.

So, I can't scout from afar?

Just as the three orc dragon eagle knights raised their flight altitude and were about to cross the fortress at an altitude of 600 meters to get a glimpse of the human reality, suddenly a cyan metal reflection appeared on the mountainsides on both sides of the fortress.

"Boom!" Orgrim was so frightened that his heart almost stopped.

He immediately had a sense of foreboding.

The next second, his terrible pre-perception came true.

"Bang!"

A bang!

The three dragon eagles were actually hit by something gray in one breath, and at the same time, they fell headlong.

It's outrageous!

This is definitely not a ballista!

Orgrim, the human ballista, had seen the massive body of the arrow, at least as far as the naked eye could catch.

But what is it? Sprinkle sand, and the dragon eagle that flies so high is all over?

On the side of the mountainside, next to the blue-covered cannon, a sand sculpture player shook his cigar.

"Fuck your sister's dream of conquest!"