"Durotan, I regret the loss of your partner, so I don't think it's appropriate for you to be the commander of this battle, but I will still obey your orders. ”

In the face of Grommash's straight words, Durotan frowned when he listened, and he only felt that what the hell was saying was human words?

However, when he looked around, he felt that what Grommash said was not unreasonable, because he had only just arrived in this land, unlike Grommash and Izzy, who had been stationed here for several months and knew some local information.

Durotan speculated that Izzy had appointed him as head coach, partly because he felt that the current Lordaeron had no chance of winning against the Upper Horde, and partly because he wanted him to vent.

Just as Durotan was thinking about these things, Grommash suddenly approached with the war book and said, "What the hell is written on this? ”

Durotan was stunned for a moment, and said in a low voice, "So you can't understand the lingua franca of Azeroth! ”

Grommash's rare old face was slightly red, but he ignored Durontan's question, handed over the war letter, and motioned for Durontan to interpret it.

Durotan looked at the war book and explained it to Grommache, who suddenly looked as disdainful as Izzy.

"Chieftain cub of Little Shorttooth is delusional, Durontan, do you have any plans?"

Durotan listened to Gromache's words and began to recall the information he had written down against the kingdom of Lordaeron, and it didn't take long for him to speak confidently:

"It may seem arrogant for me to say that, but if nothing else, I think we've won this fight. ”

Gromash grinned, "You're an average person, but you speak quite well." ”

As time passed, the Tirisfa Forest seemed to be filled with an aura of iron-blooded warfare, and the orc warriors in Karlstone's stronghold were ready to meet the enemy.

"As soon as you perceive an enemy spellcaster, you must report it immediately, we must suppress the fire in advance, although the fortifications of this stronghold are enough to withstand a certain degree of baptism of magic, but believe me, you will not want to experience the terrible experience of hiding in a hole in the ground and feeling the power of magic. ”

Durontan solemnly warned several Draenei mages, and the Draenei trembled and got goosebumps as if Durontan seemed to recall some terrible memory, and nodded frantically in agreement.

And at this moment, Garrosh returned with several scouts riding the wolf, and Durotan immediately ordered: "Open the gates!"

As soon as Garrosh entered the stronghold, he jumped off the wolf seat and shouted to Izzy and the others on the city wall: "Lordaeron's army has been assembled, with five hundred cavalry and three thousand infantry, and it is expected to appear outside the stronghold within an hour. ”

Durotan looked at the panting Garrosh and said, "Understood, Son of Hell's Roar, go drink water, get a good rest, and recharge your energy to meet the glory and challenge!"

Garrosh frowned when he heard this, but he did not refuse Durontan's kindness, after all, he could reap merit and win honors in this way, and there were not many opportunities to win honors.

Young Hellroar wanted nothing more than to wait to kill more enemies and upgrade his rank from Blood Guardian to Warband Guardian, and that glory was like a proof to him that his Garrosh glory was not earned by virtue of his Hellroar family background, or his status as an apprentice to the Chief.

At this moment, a young orc walked up to Garrosh and asked him, "Brother Garrosh, I'm a little nervous, this is my first time on the battlefield, do you have any suggestions?"

Garrosh glanced at Bunock beside him, a little confused, not knowing how to answer his question, Garrosh recalled the first time he had participated in the battle, he remembered that it was against an ogre army in Nagrand, Garrosh clearly remembered that he was more excited than nervous.

Garrosh patted Bunock on the shoulder and spoke:

"Don't think too much about it, Bunock, you've worked hard to complete my training, as long as you can use the combat skills you learned during training, swing your axe hard, try your best to dodge, and survive to the end. ”

In a tense atmosphere, an hour passed as quickly as five minutes, and Izzy formed a phalanx with a part of his troops outside the stronghold, silently waiting for the enemy to arrive.

One might ask why he didn't rely on the walls to defend the stronghold, but Izzy could only tell him that the stronghold was too small and that it would be a bit of a hindrance to pile people in the stronghold, and that he trusted Durotan's judgment.

The Tirisfa Forest is not very densely wooded, and there is a small lake in the northeast area of Carlstone's stronghold, so the only places that the tribe needs to pay attention to are basically the main road leading to Brill Town and the southern forest of Carlstone.

By this time the enemy forces were in Izzy's sight, and the knights with the silver hand motif galloped down the road and stopped far away, while in the woods, the armor of the soldiers reflected a conspicuous metallic sheen, leaving them unrecognizable, but unsettling and uncertain about their number.

At this moment the phalanx of cavalry on the opposite side parted and made way for him, and Izzy looked intently, and immediately saw two knights bowing down, both of whom he had happened to have seen.

Arthas Minethil and Uther, the Lightbringer, were stubborn and heavily armed, and their expressions looked as if they had written a few words on their faces.

The young blonde prince also noticed for the first time that Izzy, the great chief of the tribe with whom he had a relationship.

Arthas raised his eyebrows, stopped his horse, and shouted, "I am Arthas Minahir, the crown prince of Lordaeron, and I ask to speak to your chief!"

Izzy grinned, nodded back at Durotan, and rode a flaming wolf the size of a bison, carrying a huge enemy-devouring greatsword out of the formation.

I have to say that Izzy's appearance at this time is too deterrent for mortals in this world.

Lordaeron's soldiers exclaimed in amazement, and they looked at the image of Izzy standing in flames without burning, holding a giant soldier like a god, and a kind of unrivaled timidity in their hearts.

"The tribe listens to you. Izzy replied loudly.

"I'm so blind that I once thought you were a reasonable orc, the Great Chief of the Tribe. Arthas opened his mouth with disgust.

The corners of Izzy's mouth curled slightly, and he said: "Young prince, you are still too young, there are some things you don't understand, you think I led my warriors to invade your kingdom, but in fact I am saving you!"

Arthas frowned at Izzy's words, puzzled, and Izzy looked at his confused expression and added, "Maybe you'll never understand." ”

"Enough! I've had enough of your quibbles, and if you can't read the war book I gave you, then I'll repeat it myself now, and either you return everything that belongs to Lordaeron! or die!"

"Haha!" Izzy laughed out loud, "Come on, Prince of Lordaeron, we orcs die in battle for glory!