Hilsbrad is located in the southern part of the Kingdom of Lordaeron and is a hilly land along the coast.

Since the Orcs started the Shelter War last year, all of Lordaeron's regular troops have been deployed in this area.

Thankfully, after liberating all the containment camps, the orcs exercised restraint and remained safe and secure in the southeastern part of the Hillsbrad Hills. In this way, the armies of the two sides faced off for several months, and there were occasional frictions between them, but none of them rose to the level of a large-scale war.

Lordaeron has never responded to the Horde's strong notice through official channels. Later, when King Terenus died, the king of Arthas, who succeeded him, even intended to wage war against the orcs and banish them from his land.

At this time, a big man came to the central and southern section of the defensive line that the Lordaeron Ninth Army was responsible for.

The man was on crutches and limped along.

He wore a heavy black robe, with a wide cloak tied behind the collar, embroidered with a silver hand clenched in a fist, and the royal insignia of Minecil underneath.

At first glance, it was clear that he was a member of the Knights of the Silver Hand, but the soldiers could not remember who else in the royal family was a member of the Order other than the King of Arthas—and a cripple?

However, this person's battle is not small, and he is followed by a large number of royal guards, as well as Dalaran's mage retinue, and the lineup of guards is simply incredible.

It wasn't until someone said that this was the saint who had recently made a statement that the soldiers suddenly realized that it was him! The Hand of the King, who had become the Earl and Governor of Stratholme for the first time in history, and was also tasked with dealing with the Cursed Sect. Except for the King of Alsace, he was able to do so, no wonder the cloak had both the "Silver Hand" and the royal coat of arms.

"What do you say, Lord Hand of the King? Are you going to an orc camp? ”

Don't look at the bad legs, Oryx walks with the wind.

The crowd of people who followed him kept persuading, but he just didn't get in. Even the Marshal of the Ninth Legion, Commander Garissus, arrived, and when he heard that the Hand of the King was going to the orc camp alone, he was startled and hurried to stop him.

"If I don't go, do I have to sit back and watch a war break out?" Oryx said in a deep voice.

Garissus persuaded, "Those brutes are not to be trusted! They won't reason with you, and as soon as they meet, they will tear you apart and sacrifice you to their evil demon master! ”

Recently, although I stayed in this place where birds don't, the legends about the deeds of the Hand of the King have been bombarded one after another. Garrissus admits that Orix's rise to prominence has never been seen before, but he feels in his heart that the rumors are nine times out of ten.

But when he saw him today, he was sure of at least one thing.

The young man in front of him is indeed bold. Dare to break into the orc barracks alone, this is not something that ordinary people can do......

Or just a fool who can't tell the difference between good and bad.

"Get me a horse." Orix stood in front of the bunker, looking out at the orc camp several kilometers away.

It was dusk, and the tents were all over the hills, and the cooking flue rose and slowly dissipated in the salty and humid sea breeze blowing from the south.

The guards could not disobey his will, so they had to find horses to travel in his place.

Seeing that he was so resolute, Garissus on the side did not persuade him any more. Just keep asking his subordinates to report the news to His Majesty the King, if they die in the orc camp, no matter what, they will pass through their own defense lines, then they will also bear some responsibility. The king blamed it, and he could not afford it.

Oryx has to go.

Not only do you have to go, but you have to meet Sal as soon as possible.

Medivin didn't help, but left him with a mess.

In the original history, from an objective point of view, before the orcs crossed westward, the combat action of plundering coastal ships and supplies was very rapid, leaving almost no room for humans to react.

And now it's completely different.

The battle of Stannbride and the burning of orc food and grass by the Cursed Sect have made the confrontation even more tense. Now the two sides can't escape each other's eyes if they have any trouble. If the orcs make a move, they will inevitably provoke a counterattack, and the war will start and be completely uncontrollable. At that time, the pent-up anger of the people will be ignited, and even the king will not be able to force down the boiling public opinion to end the war.

The result will only be to lose their vitality before they can face the real enemy, giving the Scourge and the Burning Legion a chance to take advantage of the situation.

At this time, the orcs, although eight or nine out of ten members have become much weaker in more than ten years of imprisonment, but the traditional way of the orcs has begun to recover, and under the leadership of Thrall, who is proficient in human strategy and tactics, the strength is still very considerable.

Not to mention that Lordaeron was no longer the behemoth he was before the Second War.

If nothing else, he saw that many of the weapons used by the soldiers of the Ninth Legion were not even the latest standard equipment, and they were exchanged from the sealed arsenal.

Oryx would never overestimate the sanity of the two races caught in the vortex of hatred. Compared with a war with a high probability, restraint on both sides is a small probability event. Not to mention, Sal has already listened to Medivan's advice and is really preparing to grab the ship to cross to the west - build his own ship? The Holy Light is above, this is across the endless sea, even if the orcs can build it, they can't find so much wood in the southeast of Hillsbrad with few trees, and it is impossible to build an ocean-going ship that is enough to carry all their compatriots in a short time, so they can only rob it, like in the official history.

At this moment, a portal opened beside him, and out of it came a minister of the palace, who bowed to Oryx and said, "Lord Hand of the King, Your Majesty Arthas has been informed of this. Your Majesty does not want you to put your life at risk, so please be sensible. Otherwise, I will limit your freedom in accordance with Your Majesty's will. ”

"Do you dare?" Oryx raised his eyebrows and asked sharply. Although he had just been inaugurated as the hand of the king for a short time, he already seemed to have some prestige as a superior person.

The minister was glared at by him, and he was directly dumbfounded, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

"Everything I do is for Lordaeron and His Majesty." Ignoring the minister, Oryx stepped onto the mount sent by his men.

A group of his followers also mounted their horses and tried to follow, but they were stopped by him, "Do you want to follow me to declare war on the orcs?" Let's all go back. ”

With that, he grabbed the belly of his horse, rode alone, and walked towards the orc camp alone. Halfway through, I opened the Time Codex and spent 10 points of Time Energy to exchange for the Mortal Race and Language ...... of Azeroth

In the intense tingling caused by the flood of information in his mind, he learned orc language and tried a few pronunciations before he was satisfied.

After running for half an hour, I finally arrived at the orc camp.

The smell of the fish and the aroma of the food mixed into an eerie smell that hit his face and made him frown.

On the periphery of the camp, too, a large number of trenches were dug and the few stakes spikes were buried in the earth as best they could to make anti-cavalry fortifications. With a casual glance, you can see that the camp planners are extraordinary, and they are in line with the experience of war science everywhere, and even have a bit of experience with the human generals of the old city.

The orc guards on duty seemed to have been deliberately oversized, and during this time, there might be human emissaries coming to negotiate the issue of war and ships, so instead of being rough with him, they quickly ran back to call for people.

After a while, a rather tall orc came out of the camp, seemingly the chief of a small clan with a high status in the tribe, accompanied by a few strong retinues. In vague lingua franca, he asked, "Human, are you here to deliver a ship, or are you here to wag your tail and beg for mercy?" ”

Arching his head, Orix replied in orc language, "Go back and tell your Great Chief that I have sent him two choices, either to have them together or to ......

Die together! ”