On the other side of the battlefield, the tribal hall of the "Red Fang Tribe".

It is a small rock-made castle that looks very sturdy, and it sits halfway up the hill, accessible only by a stone staircase two people wide.

The owner of the earliest "Steel Rock" built the hall here to look like a castle, because he was worried that if someone invaded the city in the future, he could use it as the last stronghold, but he didn't expect that more than 700 years have passed, and today it comes in handy again.

What's more, since this castle is built on the mountainside, it is impossible for the rat people to enter the castle directly by digging tunnels, and they can't even do a little damage, so they can only attack step by step from the foot of the mountain like ordinary people.

With its unique geographical location, this is the last place in the entire fortress that has not fallen, and there are still some greenskins in the corner, numbering about 1,005, and they are fighting against two or three times more nezumi than them.

Except for the rat men guarding the city gate, most of the remaining rat cubs are here, as long as they are killed, the entire "steel rock" will be the world of rats.

Although the narrow terrain made it impossible for the nezumi troops to fully deploy, many of these greenskins had been fighting for two days in a row, and even if there was a brief rotation rest in between, they were still tired and gritted their teeth.

And less than a third of them are orcs, they happened to stay in the fortress for various reasons and accidents and did not go out, there were nearly 3,000 goblins and countless goblins with them in the "Steel Rock", but after two days and nights of fierce battles, the goblin boys have lost two-thirds, and the little goblins are even more dead.

Especially the latter, although there are many of them, they can't stand the sudden appearance of more rats, and they are directly overwhelmed by the rat colony due to their short stature.

Two days ago, these orcs were still annoyed that they didn't get the opportunity to go out and fight with human shrimp, but the boss Gorya just left with a large army on the front foot, and countless rats appeared in the city on the back foot, and before they could react, groups of heavily armed rat people began to emerge, from the city gate to the armory to the mushroom field, these rat cubs were almost everywhere, and important buildings fell one after another.

What made them even more desperate was that not long after the start of the fight, the commander who stayed behind, the orc leader appointed by Golya, died mysteriously, and the greenskins were leaderless, and soon fell into chaos.

Fortunately, at this time, a large orc man stepped forward and reorganized a new line of defense in the tribal hall.

At first, he only had a few dozen orcs and some goblin boys, but they moved quickly, and as soon as the battle began, they took the initiative and saved many orcs from the nezumi, which made his troops snowball and quickly grew.

Then they fought and retreated, and before the nezumi could react, they retreated to the rocky castle on the mountainside, taking advantage of the location to repel countless attacks by the nezumi, and finally became the only greenskin in the city that was still resisting.

"Boys, believe me, if you hold on a little longer, someone will come to help us, and when the time comes, we will overturn these rat cubs together!"

The orc who spoke was obviously much stronger than the other boys, and the scar on his face was like a live centipede, twisting with its claws and claws, very fierce.

At this time, he was standing in the middle of the battlefield, the front row of the orc boys, chopping the dwarf clan rat in front of him into pieces of meat like chopping melons and vegetables, and at the same time shouting to boost the morale of his companions.

It was he who re-erected the banner in the chaos and gathered the team that had been defending until the end through battle.

"I believe in you! When this fight is over, I'll invite you to drink! ”

"Me too! It doesn't matter if anyone comes, if it weren't for you, I would have been eaten by rats like the other brothers! ”

"Smu, don't worry! As long as we don't die, we won't let these rat cubs move forward! ”

Yes, the big scar guy who led the other orcs to hold their ground was Simu from the "Broken Claw Tribe", and as soon as he spoke, the greenskins around him responded one after another, and of course, the machetes in their hands never stopped.

Although they were outnumbered, they were exhausted, although this may be the last time they saw the sun, and although they may never be able to drink beer or eat meat again, the morale of these big men is still high, and they are not afraid of death, as long as they are still fighting before they die.

If it weren't for Smu, many of them would have died long ago, so although most of these boys were very unfamiliar with him, only knowing that he had only recently joined the tribe, they were all very convinced of him, especially since he had been fighting at the forefront of the battle, since he went up the mountain yesterday, he had not rested a minute or a second, and he did not know how many rat cubs he had killed with his own hands.

Cutting off the head of a clan rat with his own hands, Si Mu was just about to take a breath and continue to fight, but his back was pulled, and before he could react to what was happening, the vacant position in front was quickly filled by the orc boys on both sides, and then the people around him pushed him back, and within a few minutes, he was pushed to a safe position behind.

"Smu, you take a breath first, let us have a good time!"

Some orcs shouted loudly, they saw that the big guy had not stopped, and deliberately used this method to force him to rest.

Smu, of course, understood what they meant, and replied in a loud voice:

"Then you keep it for me! I'll go see what's going on in the future! ”

"Don't worry, it's all right!"

After fighting for nearly twenty-four hours without sleep, it would be false to say that he was not tired, Simu wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, exhaled a long breath, and turned to walk towards the castle on the hill.

As soon as he entered the tribal hall, it was full of resting boys, and when they saw Smu coming in, they all greeted him warmly, and the latter responded one by one, and then he easily found his target, which was obviously a lot higher than the other goblins.

"Lao Mo, did you say that the leader succeeded?"

The two of them smuggled from "Orgrimmar" with other green skins, and they had been messing around in the "Red Fang Tribe" for more than a month, and they couldn't be more ripe.

It is said that Mogru has been missing for so many years, and when he returns to "Steel Rock", few people still remember him.

Fortunately, when he met the boss Gorya Evil Guts, the latter still remembered that he had sent a team led by a goblin shaman, saying that he was going to exterminate a small tribe full of fart spirits, and then that there was an iron mine nearby, but there was no news of him as soon as he left, and after so many years, he had long since forgotten about it.

Just remember, Moglu immediately briefly recounted what he had made up a long time ago.

He said that his team had not yet arrived at the other tribe, and met human shrimp halfway, and had a big battle, defeated and captured as a prisoner, and then he found an opportunity to run out, and brought a group of orcs with him, they had long heard of the prestige of Lord Evil Dar, and knew that the "Red Fang Tribe" was the most powerful greenskin tribe in the vicinity, so they defected together.

It was when he hired people that Gorya didn't have much suspicion, and casually asked Smu a few words, these orcs had been prisoners in Fetanburg for a period of time, and they didn't need to act at all, and they answered without any flaws, and immediately won the trust of the green-skinned boss and successfully joined the tribe.