From the mouths of the orc captives, the Alliance relied on the descriptions of [Ululululu] and [Wow La-La-La-La] to supplement the customs and topography of Draenor.

Those who can't go to it are called far away, and those who can't go back are called hometowns.

In the Nagrand plain of the orc's mouth, it is called a rod to beat the roe deer and scoop the fish, and pinch out the honey with a handful of soil.

The frost and fire ridge in the memory of the orcs is a fairyland where cold drinks are eaten around the stove, and it is a human dream where ice and snow and fire meet.

The hometown of the orcs, it is a good place with abundant products and simple people.

So you're brain-dead and running Azeroth to find a draw?

Carlos slammed the interrogators' information on the table.

I'm angry!

The military intelligence department is all scum and scum!

One by one, they should be BIUs one by one!!

There is no useful information at all, and the orcs are full of absurdity.

What kind of plants that can run, one-eyed monsters that are as high as mountains, large insects that can eat people, and flaming monster birds that fly in the sky......

This really useful information was laughed off by those rice buckets as strange talk.

Tanarian Jungle, Tanarian Jungle, Tanarian Jungle!

The important thing to say three times is that Carlos needs intelligence from the Anarian jungle, and what did those intelligence workers come up with?

Barren land, green hell, according to the orcs, there is a hallucinogenic fruit in the jungle swamp, which is delicious and will be very high if eaten......

Hi you MB, how did the alliance win this war?

Carlos couldn't help but fall into the strange circle of thinking about how to determine how to ask questions.

Chromie came lightly, just as she hula-la-la, swept away a large ticket of supplies, and left a sentence to come back when she was free.

I don't know what the neurosaurus did, but the seal of the Dark Gate was lifted, and the Alliance's outpost traveled through the Starry Sky Gate that spanned hundreds of millions of light-years to the world of Draenor, where it was greeted by a jungle swamp that covered the sky.

It's stronger than the Dark Swamp, but it's not much stronger.

There are no markers, the original path has been destroyed by the orcs, and the dark gate is surrounded by grass and trees.

The mages were happy to collect some local flora and fauna and send them back, but Carlos was on the verge of rage.

"Square bricks."

"Young Master, you command."

"I'm running out of time, and if I don't return to Lordaeron, I won't be able to catch the spoils conference."

"It looks like so."

"So I need to know what the price it takes to get out of Tustin."

"If you're talking about normal transfers...... Don't stare at me like that, okay, okay. If you come through the portal, about 200,000 gold coins will be enough. But...... Is it necessary? The war is over. And you're surrounded by tens of thousands of Alliance soldiers? ”

"Go, contact the country, and transfer the trolls to me. Other than that...... Forget it, go for it. ”

"Hmm...... I'll do it. ”

The words that Carlos didn't say were Spartacus, the orc swordmaster who had been empowered by the Holy Light, and now the sword instructor of the Altranac Paladin Training Base, His Excellency the Iron Mask.

Cannot move the Union Army.

In the current situation, humans are first-class citizens, high elves are special citizens, dwarf dwarves are counted as second-class citizens, and the others are all scum and livestock, and orcs are not even as good as livestock.

If Carlos forcibly ordered his army to invade Draenor through the Dark Gate on a large scale, it would not be impossible, but......

Even with Carlos's prestige, how many times can he do this kind of thing?

If you can't be afraid, then tempt them to take advantage.

Carlos picked up the crappy third-rate adventure and looked at it carefully.

A bold idea gradually became clear in his mind.

In three days, under the magical magic, the Tustingou Troll Mercenary Regiment, which had expanded to 800 people, crossed tens of thousands of miles to reach the Dark Swamp.

From north of Stratholme to south of Elwyn Forest, the trolls await the meeting between Gotakin and Carlos, the King of Conquest, as they experience the different ecosystems of the seasons.

"Hey, buddy, don't look at me like that, I'm a troll of the Alliance. Taste it? The best tobacco leaves in Talonshire are definitely delicious. ”

"Oh my God, that green-skinned monster can speak human language!"

"Yo! Brother, see you again! Remember me? At the time of Hillbride. ”

"You are? Yes! You, long time no see. ”

It was never the color of the skin that prevented the two races from communicating, but the language.

The trolls, who spoke the lingua franca of Alterac accents, quickly mingled with the surrounding Union soldiers.

The only people who were surprised by this were the new trolls and the rare and strange recruits.

Most veterans have heard of it, even if they haven't seen it, that Carlos, the king of Alterac, raises a group of large "dogs".

Silvermoon City has been purging for hundreds of years, and the trolls in the north of Lordaeron are living a hard life. Material scarcity and spiritual emptiness cannot be filled with a few words of ancestral glory.

Zumashal hugged the league's lap, and it was no longer uncommon news among trolls. Those who scolded them as lackeys, those who were traitors, and the number of people who forgot their ancestors and flies were struggling, the moss troll leaned on Carlos and turned over.

Although the Coalition never really trusted these monsters who once ate people, the profits from trade prompted merchants in Alterac and bankers in Stratholme to put aside their prejudices for a while and trade goods with Zumashal.

Even if the price is very unreasonable, even if the troll knows that he is suffering.

But back on the edge of civilization, the changes in life in the past two years are enough to impress these trolls.

This... is truly alive.

So Carlos called, and the Tustin Gou mercenary group came without hesitation.

You know, it took only three days from the assembly to the departure, and then to the front line.

Even the Knights of the Silver Hand can't do it.

Carlos was pleased with the trolls' obedience.

"Prime Minister Onetooth has entrusted me with my sincerest greetings, and the trolls obey your orders."

Gotakin knelt down in front of Carlos in the most humble posture.

"Oh? That one-toothed guy hasn't reigned yet? Is your queen still alive? ”

Carlos was a little regretful and careless, the troll's submission was not a reason for him to trample on it, and the question was a little acute.

"The Queen is your appointed Queen, and without Your will, the Queen will always be the Queen. The one-toothed prime minister is the prime minister you appoint, no matter how good he does, without your will, the prime minister can only be the prime minister forever. ”

Gotakin bowed his head and uttered these words.

"Haha."

Carlos couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm good at sycophancy, but I don't learn it, but I have learned the flattery of human beings."

"Every word is sincere."

Gotaki's forehead was already on the ground.

"Stand up, I don't need your sweet words. Trolls want to live well, they want to get better living conditions, and they can't do it with these sweet words. ”

After Carlos finished speaking, Gotakin stood up obediently.

"Say, O great king, where the enemy is, Tastin Gou is your sword."

Gou Takin, who stood up straight, was more than two meters four tall, and under the threat of such a huge body, Carlos's guards became nervous.

Then, Carlos also stood up, and Gotakin bent down in a playful manner, making himself look a little shorter than Carlos.

"You are my sword, but not the only one. Look outside, 100,000 Alliance warriors listen to my orders. ”

Carlos waved his hand, showing the domineering spirit of the Alliance Marshal.

"However, I am the generalissimo of the Alliance, and the Alliance is not my private property."

Carlos's words were so vague that Gotakin froze at a loss for answers.

"Over the gate, it's the world of orcs. The league has never been in the habit of not fighting back after being beaten. I want you, you, I want you to do something for me. ”

Gotakin took a step back, his right hand clenching his fist against the breastplate with a bang.

"Your will."