This is stable.

With such a mentality.

Necrus suppressed his ecstasy and excitement and made his way back to the orc's base camp safely and smoothly.

Sure enough, as he imagined, the eyes of the clansmen were very unfriendly to him. The orcs who admired the death in battle became a little extreme after drinking the demon blood - one was extremely timid, and the other was even more fanatical and bloodthirsty.

"That's how you look at me now."

"In the future you will sing my name in return!"

Necrus thought firmly.

On the outermost part of the base camp, near the rushing Broken River, there is an inconspicuous camp in the corner.

Necruz found his own clan chieftain, Chief Zurud of the Dragonthroat Clan.

Seeing that he is still alive.

Necrus felt a little sorry in his heart.

If the chief dies, he may soon become the chief of the clan.

But that's okay.

The chieftain, like himself, took part in this rout of the war.

If nothing happens, the chief is a deserter like himself, and he can't blame himself.

"Necruz?! You're alive?! This is good! "The embarrassed chief of Zurud saw one of the few warlocks of the tribe come back alive.

The chief was still somewhat pleased.

"Some luck." Necruz pretended to sigh. "It's a pity that the warriors of the tribe, they can't come back."

"yes." Chief Zurud sighed with him.

The Dragonthroat Clan was not a very strong clan, and at the peak of Draenor, it had a population of only tens of thousands.

The Dragonthroat Clan, who followed Nao Zu across the Gate of Darkness, was just an ordinary clan that was skilled in animal taming.

In this battle, the Blood Cave Clan threw their elite. As a follower of the Blood Cave, the main trajectory of his activities is also in the Dragon's Throat in the Tanarian jungle, and he has also invested most of his strength.

The result is no result.

The vitality of the Blood Cave Clan was shattered, and the most powerful and brave chieftain ever existed was also trapped in the forest.

The Dragonthroat Clan that followed the Blood Cave, the most elite warriors of thousands of tribes, only escaped with more than 1,000 orcs.

The strength of the tribe has been greatly damaged.

However, the vitality is still alive, at least the chieftain and some elites, such as Necruz, one of the few warlocks in the tribe, are still alive.

"How did you get back? The natives of the forest, they're so cruel. I almost couldn't come back. Necrus asked, pretending to be concerned.

The Zurud patriarch did not know that the Warlock had a strange encounter, and the Warlock now wanted to challenge himself for the position of chieftain.

The orc chieftain's face showed some relief and gratitude, and he stepped out of his form to draw the attention of Necruz to a low-key young-looking orc behind him.

"The clan can be saved, and I can come back alive. It's all his credit, Ney Cruise. Come and get acquainted, this is Guldan Yanzu ......"

“Aka'Magosh！” The orc youth smiled softly and nodded at Necruz.

Necruz was stunned for a moment.

"Aka'Magosh......" the warlock replied to him.

Aka'Magosh is a common orc language that roughly means "bless you", which can also be understood as "bless you and your people".

Necruz looked at Zurud, he wanted an explanation from the chief. This young, thin orc is obviously not a member of the clan.

"It's a long story."

"Gul'dan is a member of the White Fang Clan." Said Chief Zurud.

"The White Fang Clan? They didn't seem to have fled, they all died in the forest. Necruz said.

"That's right. Gul'dan was the last of the White Fang Clan orcs. ”

"You just said he helped the Dragonthroat Clan?"

"That's right."

Zurud sighed.

Next, tell Necruz how he and the elite of the Dragonthroat Clan encountered an unstoppable army of forest natives when they fled in the forest.

In the end, it is the story of how, with the help of Guldan Yanzu, an orc of the White Fang Clan, he finally managed to escape back to the base camp.

Necruz quickly believed it, and he looked at Guldan, who was younger than himself, appreciatively, "You're very good. The Dragonthroat Clan welcomes you, and you will be a member of the Dragonthroat Clan from now on. ”

“Aka'Magosh！” Gul'dan said to him gratefully.

“Aka'Magosh。” Necruz hurriedly returned the salute, and then he leaned in close to Chief Zurud and whispered, "Dear Zurud, I have news for you, and I hope you will have an idea. ”

"Say, I'm listening." Zurud said.

"It's better if it's just the two ......of us," Necruz said hesitantly, looking at Gul'dan and the other clansmen next to him.

"Gul'dan and I. Let's go and rest. Zurud said immediately.

Necrus frowned and looked at Gul'dan, the young orc looking low-key and gentle.

Zurud knew what Necruz meant, and the chief said unconcernedly, "Gul'dan is very wise, the wisest orc I have ever met. If it weren't for us to listen to him completely, the Dragonthroat Clan would not be able to escape the pursuit of the forest at all. ”

"Necruz." The chief emphasized. "His wisdom will be our help, no matter what you want to say. I'm not wrong, Gul'dan? ”

"Admirable Zurud, you are always right." Gul'dan was humble and enlightened.

Necruz hesitated.

He looked at Zurud, and at the modest and decent Gul'dan, and finally the warlock said, "All right. Since you think it's okay with the chief, he's okay. ”

"Say it. Nexus Cruise. Necrus said with a smile. Of course Gul'dan is fine, he saved the Dragonthroat Clan! ”

"Okay. It was like this, when he came back from the escape. I was helped by a pink-skinned native, who said......"

When Necruz began to excitedly tell the chief about his great discovery, the modest and low-key Gul'dan Yanzu, a young orc who had just been accepted into the Dragonthroat Clan.

He's also listening carefully to what happened to Necruz about the legend.

……

……

Five days have passed since the Argrab Jungle Armageddon.

The jungle, which had been quiet for several days, was lively again.

With the heirs of the Lesser Dragons Loagani as their guides, a group of velociraptor scout cavalry quickly navigated the jungle to find their way for the army in the rear.

A coalition of more than 30,000 trolls made their way through the jungle quickly and quietly, with a clear goal and a determined pace.

Tonatiu rode on the top of Zafra, the Tyrannical Dragon Queen, at the forefront of the group.

Next to him was Santis Hazuki, who was riding on a velociraptor and several elite Zutona trolls.

The god king's pet destroys the dragon, and it is actually with who is above the team.

But its goal was too big, and the God-King made it fly in the sky, flying very high, allowing the clouds to hide its form.

In the densely planted jungle, the movement of the huge Exterminating Dragon Operation was too large.

The remaining expeditionary force of about 15,000 men, the elite of the Zandala army of 16,700 men in the Targhab region, became this elite force.

They uphold the will of the God-King.

It will make its way through the jungle from Talgrab to attack the temporary orc base camp next to the Broken River at the junction of Dazaro and Nazmir to the north.

This operation would seem very risky to any sane officer.

Although the orcs are all elite, there are at least 100,000 orcs in the temporary base camp.

An army of more than 30,000 people went to attack the base camp where more than 100,000 orcs were stationed, and more than 30,000 people were used to fight at least 100,000 orcs.

No matter how you think about it, it's an adventure with a huge disparity in troops.

Shantis Hazuki was very clear at first, and there were no such examples and practices in the military history and art of war of any race.

The Troll King's words made her voice of opposition quieter.

Tonatiu said to her, "In ancient times, when Kadore faced the double attack of the upper elven nobles and the demon legions, did you despair? ”

No!

Santis answered this unequivocally.

That's right!

At the beginning, compared to the seemingly disparity between the civilian class of Kadore, the upper elven aristocratic class who betrayed and the more terrifying demon legion, there was such a huge disparity in strength.

Cadore didn't give up either.

And Kadore succeeded.

Now the trolls are only facing a barbarian race from another world, and even if this barbarian race has demonic power flowing through them, they are not demon legions.

With a coalition army of more than 30,000 troops, facing hundreds of thousands of orcs, the situation is not known how many times better than the situation back then.

Cadore was not afraid back then, and the current coalition forces have no reason to be afraid.

Santis Hazuki decided to join.

Before leaving, she had her soul owl deliver her letter to Nordahill:

"Mother:"

"I have decided to follow the Troll King and attack the army of the Demon Legion's minions with a disparity in numbers."

"They are indeed slaves of demons, and they have demonic blood burning in their bodies. Evil energy overflowed, and after tens of thousands of years, the banner of the Burning Legion returned to our world in another way. ”

"Kadore is not going to sit still."

"I hope you will be able to inform Lord Malfurion in the Emerald Dream when you receive my letter. The minions of the legion were weak, but their arrival was a signal. ”

"A signal that the Legion may re-invade our world."

"You should probably let the guardian dragons know about this information too!"

"Love you Santis."

“……”

Santis Hazuki, immersed in her letters to Lady Tyrande, looked at the Troll King in front of her.

She had the immediacy of following Lord Malfurion, who had looked weak in the Cadores, to the decisive battle between Sin Esaline and the Legion.

Orcs are not so strong.

The meaning of the two is the same as that of Shantis.

She tightened her grip on the moon blade in her hand and tightened the bow and arrow behind her.

After a lapse of tens of thousands of years.

You can drink the blood of the devil again.

His Majesty Elune.

I hope you can protect these warriors who are fighting for the world like Shelter Kadore!

She thought to herself.

Suddenly.

Shantis Hazuki, who couldn't calm down, noticed that the Troll King's mount suddenly stopped, and he looked up at the branches of a large tree.

Santis followed the troll king's gaze, and she looked there as well.

A large bat.

It was nibbling on a fruit from the tree.

This rainy jungle has a wide variety of fruits, similar to the climate of the Angolo crater.

There is no shortage of bats in such places, especially fruit bats that feed on fruits, which tend to grow to a large size.

Santis was in the crater and had even seen a bat bigger than a troll.

What's so nice about that?

She accompanied the Troll King with some surprise to stare at the bat.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

Santis felt that the big fruit bat, the way it was devouring fruit, was a little reluctant.