Anduin Lothárzale pulled up his eyes and looked around. He wiped the sweat from his eyes with the back of his hand and rubbed his saber against the fallen orc's body to clean it from its blood-stained blade.

"Is this the last, sir?" A soldier asked.

"I don't know, kid," replied Lothar, keeping her eyes fixed on the nearby bushes. "I hope so, but I think there should be more."

"How long are we going to fight them?" Another warrior complained, stepping on one of the orcs and pulling out his sword with all his might, a little green blood gushing from the orc's wound. The corpses of some monsters that were noticeably smaller than the orcs were mixed with the corpses of the orcs - not all of these tribes were orcs. It was an obnoxious skirmish, and they won easily, simply because the small group of orcs had lost their main force.

"Fight until we win," Lothar said to the soldiers with a smile, "but we've got the upper hand now, haven't we?" These orcs are powerless, we just need to press them step by step, and victory will be ours in the end. ”

The soldiers also laughed, believing that their marshal would lead them to the final victory. It also filled Lothar's heart with pride, some soldiers from Lordaeron, some from Fort Riptide, a tiny number from Guinness and even Alterac, and some soldiers from Stormwind with him. Over the past few weeks, they have fought together despite regional prejudices. Now, they are soldiers of the Alliance, and they are like brothers, and that makes Lothar proud of them.

With the kingdoms united like never before, Lothar seemed to see the glory of the former Arathas Empire, and he was confident that they would win the battle and make peace in the future.

There was a scream in the sky, and a muscular griffon descended, and Lothar waved back the soldier who stood in his way, recognizing the soldier coming down from the griffon, the messenger of Lordaeron.

"Marshal!" The messenger saluted Lothar and saw that Lothar nodded to him, so he took out a sealed cylindrical cylinder from his bosom, and then carefully took out a roll of beeswax letter paper from it, and handed it to Lothar, "There is the latest information, Marshal!" ”

"Thank you," Lothar took the letter casually, noticing that the messenger looked a little uneasy, and a very bad feeling arose in his heart.

Ignoring the presence of the others, he immediately opened the letter and began to read it, and then the soldiers noticed that the marshal's face suddenly became cautious, which made them nervous as well.

"Is there something wrong, Marshal?" A soldier finally asked boldly, and Lothar looked up, his hands even trembling slightly.

The soldiers all looked at Lothar with hopeful eyes, and Lothar felt that she should not hide the news from them.

"The Horde has attacked Lordaeron," his calm tone was heard by all the soldiers present, immediately causing a commotion among some of the soldiers, "They may have reached the foot of the royal city by now." ”

"What are we supposed to do? Support Lordaeron right away. A soldier from Lordaeron shouted nervously, and the other soldiers were also waiting for the marshal's order.

But Lothar shook his head, "The Horde has broken through our shores, Jean and Daelin are defending to the west, and we must complete our mission," he said sadly to the soldiers, "We must hold off the orcs on this side and drive them back to the sea, and we must not let them gain a foothold here, otherwise our war will be even more difficult." ”

Although the soldiers were a little unhappy, out of trust and reverence for the marshal, they still nodded their heads in acceptance of the order.

Lothar can't blame them, "I'll tell the army of Tulayan and Danas to go to Lordaeron's aid immediately," he said comforting the soldiers, and the Lordaeron soldiers had a relaxed smile on their faces, "And now, all we have to do is to repel the orcs in front of us, and then march towards the royal city, and destroy all the enemies who dare to sneak up on the royal city!" ”

The soldiers from Lordaeron cheered for this, and even though Lothar was now cold inside, they still managed to squeeze out some smiles. He knew that his soldiers were glad that reinforcements had arrived in Lordaeron, and at the same time cheered for their impending victory. He hoped that everything would go as he said it would be.

"It seems that victory is already beckoning to us!"

On the walls of Silvermoon City, Karl said to Sylvanas and Onexia beside him with a smile on his face. Standing on the high city walls, the slightest movement of the troll camp on the opposite side was invisible under Carl's super senses.

Carl focused his attention on one of the troll's tents, where the leaders of several troll clans were arguing fiercely.

"You will be Amani's sinners, and you are pushing Amani into the abyss by doing so!" Zurkin was at the top of the list, his anger already undisguised on his face, and if he could, he even wanted to pull out the axe from his waist and chop the guys to pieces.

"Ha," a tall troll stepped forward as Zurkin's words fell, "don't put your accusations on us for no reason, Zulkin. ”

He is the commander of the Evil Branch Tribe, which is entrenched in the east of Hinterland, with a huge troll city of Cincaro, after the division of the Troll Empire Amani, the Evil Branch tribe is considered to be one of the more powerful ones, second only to Zuaman, and now, the priest of their tribe, Hex, has been killed by Carl, but it just gives him a chance to ascend to the throne.

Wells Evil Hand seized this opportunity and successfully became the leader of the Evil Branch tribe that went out to Quel'Thalas, and in the past few days, through his various means, he has almost eliminated Hex's cronies, and now he wants to return to Cynsaro, and then get the support of the clan elders to complete his last step, rather than playing offensive and defensive war games with the elves here.

"We listened to your plan and formed an alliance with the orcs and led the children of our tribe to attack Quel'Thalas, but, now, the main force of the orcs has left, don't take us all for fools, Zulkin, your master has abandoned you."

Wells pointed at Zulkin unceremoniously, and his tone was even more stern, "Wake up, Zulkin, the orcs just use us as pawns, and they can drag the elves' pawns for them, don't you understand?" ”

Zurkin is not a fool, of course he understands, but he has no way back. This alliance with Amani's tribes and persuasion to send troops has exhausted his thousands of years of prestige and favor, and if he takes the lead in retreating, then he will forever lose the opportunity to rebuild Amani to glory.

"The dragon knights of the orcs are still relentlessly attacking Silvermoon City, don't say you haven't seen it."

"What's the use of that," Hamiya Rotten Moss, the leader of the Rotten Moss tribe, picked up, "the chief of the orcs left here with his elite troops, and didn't even say a word to us, how long would it take for them to tear through the magical defenses of this place with those dragons alone?" Ten days? One month? ”

"I'm afraid they'll be gone soon, the orc chieftain won't let these powerful forces waste time here, Quel'Salas has become dispensable to the orcs." Another troll leader of Canghua stepped forward to make up for it.

"Orcs can give up Quel'Thalas, but can we?" Zurkin's face had calmed down, although endless anger still swelled in his heart, "Don't forget what we're here for!" ”

"That's your purpose!" Wells ignored Zulkin's glare, "Our war with the elves ended thousands of years ago, and those elves only knew how to hide in their ornate towers and study their magic, except for their own existing territories, they had no idea of expanding for thousands of years. ”

Several tribal leaders were drawn to his words, and Wells smiled smugly as he continued.

"It's you!" He pointed to Zulkin, "We could have lived peacefully with the elves, but it's all because of you, Zulkin, that you're Amani's biggest sinner." ”

"You're the one preventing us from accepting the elves' peace talks."

"You're the one who prevents us from learning those advanced knowledge and skills from them."

"It's you, who keep waging wars in the territory of the elves and destroying the peace of this place."

"You are the one who pushed Amani into the Endless Abyss, you have deprived us of the opportunity to move towards a higher civilization, look at us now, what do humans and elves think of us? Man-eating beasts! ”

"While elves and humans alike continue to explore their way forward, we are still reeling in the glory of the past. Times have changed, and we are no longer the continent ruled by our trolls more than 10,000 years ago, and we must adapt to this era, or our tribe will disappear in the vast river of history. ”

Wells's speech rang like a morning bell and a dusk drum over the heads of several tribal leaders, and even Zulkin fell silent, seriously considering his words.

A troll, arguably one of the oldest in Azeroth's brilliant civilization, but to be able to utter such a visionary speech, Carl almost thought it was someone who had crossed over.

If it weren't for the treacherous smile on the corner of Wells' mouth, even Carl would have been almost shocked. It seems that this guy didn't know where to learn this set, and used it flexibly, but at least for now, it seems that the effect is not bad.

Carl smiled slightly, making Sylvanas and Onexia curious, they didn't ask, they knew, if they needed to know, Carl would naturally tell them.