"What are they doing?" Wells waited in his tent for his men to sort out the casualty reports, but was irritated by the noise outside. He walked out and asked the guard in front of the tent.

"I don't know, Chief." The guards were very dedicated, "But there are already soldiers who have gone to inquire about the news, and I believe there will be a reply soon." ”

As he spoke, Wells saw one of his cronies rushing towards him, and he ran in a hurry, and even fell, but immediately got up again and ran towards him.

"Chief!" Seeing Wells, the cronies' panicked expressions were relieved a little, he gasped twice, and hurriedly said, "Chief, it's not good, beasts-orcs, they retreated, with those dragons. He pointed to the sky in the distance.

When Wells looked up, he could only see many black shadows in the sky, gradually shrinking, and his pupils involuntarily shrank.

"Gather the brethren at once, tell them to assemble as fast as they can, throw away everything they can, and we must get out of here at once. Fast! Fast! Fast! ”

Wells's hideous face frightened both his cronies and the guards, but the cronies did not have any doubts, he nodded to the chief, and then quickly went to the camps to issue the leader's orders.

"Damn, you know these orcs can't be trusted. Damn orcs, damn Zurkin! ”

The only remaining orcs and dragons also left here, only the trolls remained, they were all outcasts, and there was no last glimmer of hope, Wells didn't want to stay here, he had just experienced the taste of power, and it would be even worse than killing him to ask him to give up such a position.

The cronies faithfully conveyed the chief's orders, and the troops were quickly assembled, and with a wave of his hand, Wells quickly retreated south, and as for Zurkin, the madman, he hoped that he would survive.

In Silvermoon City, the council and the king are discussing whether to join the alliance, and the atmosphere is not very lively, but there is no shortage of quarrels.

"Boom!" A figure flew in quickly through the door, and before the guards could even react, the figure landed in the middle of the hall, and the sound of quarrels in the hall stopped, and the councillors, kings, and princes all looked at this figure.

"Carl Sunset! Don't you think your behavior is rude?! One of the councillors stood up and pointed at Carl and said loudly.

Carl glanced at him along the voice, he has a better memory, it seems that this guy was the last time he targeted him, right, I have a grudge against him? What's his name? Reach...? Gauze...? Hey, forget it, there's no need to waste time on this kind of person.

"Your Majesty, the opportunity we have been waiting for has come." Karl said directly to Anastarian, "The Dragonmaw Orcs have left here with their red dragon, and it looks like the Great Chief who is supporting them has gone, and the Troll Clan has begun to stir up, and the Evil Branch Clan has begun to evacuate under the leadership of their new leader. ”

Anastarian was stunned by the news.

"Is this true?" It was not the king who spoke, but His Royal Highness Prince Kael'thas.

"Of course!" Carl habitually spread his hands, and anyone who knows me knows who has the leisure to joke with you.

"Great!" His Royal Highness, who has always pursued stability, could no longer care about his composure, he stood up excitedly, almost ran from the king's side to Carl, and patted Carl on the shoulder vigorously, "Carl, you have done a great job!" We're finally going to win! ”

"Your Royal Highness, now is not the time to discuss this." Karl expressed his 'contempt' for such an excited prince, and looked at His Majesty the King, who still had a calm and breezy expression, what is calm, this is calm, steady as Mount Tai.

"Bang!"

Everyone looked and saw that His Majesty was standing up from the throne, and the sound just now was the sound of him slapping the golden oak armrest of the chair hard, and the king's face was flushed with excitement, which made Carl roll his eyes, isn't this a slap in the face. I just said that you are calm, how can you be so excited?

"Karl, you immediately inform the Ranger General and lead the troops in pursuit of the trolls, but be careful not to fall into the enemy's trap."

There's a fart trap, those people of the troll tribe are now eager to grow four legs and run home, besides, with the intelligence of the troll, it is strange to know that there is an ambush in the retreat, even so, there is the existence of Carl's clairvoyance + tailwind ear, and Carl, who is ambushed or something, really hopes that there will be some, so that the elves can happily come to a counter-siege and vent the stuffiness in their chests for more than half a month.

His Majesty was already a little carried away with his excitement, he didn't even notice that he hadn't consulted with the Parliament, of course, as a king, he had the right to give such an order directly, but it didn't follow the process. Karl wouldn't have reminded him, taking advantage of the fact that these guys in the council were still in shock and confusion, he brought a gust of anger, and the people had disappeared into the hall.

"Zulkin, we have to leave." Malakas lifted the soldier's great axe and walked directly into the tent, looking at Zulkin with a heavy face.

Zurkin, the leader of Zuaman, still kept his head bowed, as if he had not heard Malakas' words.

"We must leave immediately!" Malakas roared, "Zurkin, if you don't want our clan to suffer heavy losses, order a retreat at once!" ”

Zurkin finally looked up, and Malakas involuntarily stepped back in fright from the anger in his bloodshot eyes.

"No!" His tone was firm and unquestionable, "We haven't failed yet, the elves thought we had all lost the aid of the orcs and began to flee in all directions, but, our Zuaman is by no means comparable to those cowardly fellows!" ”

"But we don't have enough troops to deal with those guys in Silvermoon City, they even have troops from the Wraith Lands along with them." Malakas was convinced of Zurkin, but as an assistant, he needed to think more.

"Ha," Zurkin scoffed, "Dead wood, evil branches, rotten moss, these hateful bastards, they have no troll glory in their eyes, they have abandoned the glory of their ancestors, they only want to survive under the oppression of humans and elves. ”

As soon as he thought that these guys were completely disregarding the overall situation, they had already planned to retreat before the last orcs left, and even in the battle against Silvermoon City, it was perfunctory, and if it weren't for the fear of causing even greater chaos among the trolls, Zulkin would have rewarded them with their heads long ago.

"They want to keep their position and power, and since they want to go home so much, then let's get out of the way," Zurkin laughed, "and hunt down those who have lost their fighting spirit, and hunt down a group of people who are fighting frantically regardless of their lives, I think the elves will make the right choice." Hahaha~"

Malakas's plans for Zurgin were undeniable, and he didn't care at all about the death of the other tribes, and he was now loyal only to his leader and tribe, all for Zu Aman.

"This plan is very dangerous, Zurgin!" He had to remind his leader, "You're risking your life with our whole Zuaman!" ”

"Thousands of years, thousands of years!!"

Zurkin laughed maniacally, his hands held high, and his head looked up at the sky, as if through the canopy of the tent, the souls of countless troll ancestors were watching him from above.

"Our enmity with the elves has lasted for thousands of years, countless trolls have fallen under their arrows, and their heroic spirits are still with us, and they have been watching over us."

"They've been waiting too long, too long!"

Zurkin lowered his hand, and a flame called revenge burned in his eyes.

"Now, this is the only chance to avenge them in thousands of years, I don't want to wait any longer, we can't guarantee a better chance, Malakas." He stared at Malakas with eagerness and anticipation, "As long as the elves send troops, we can take advantage of the situation and attack their palace, capture their king, and Silvermoon City and all of Quel'Thalas are under our control." ”

Malakas looked at the crazy Zulkin and shook his head, even if the elves sent a large number of troops, the magical defense of Silvermoon City would not be reduced in the slightest, he knew that Zulkin had been blinded by anger, and he was really betting on Zu Aman. He was very familiar with Zulkin's character, and knew that he could no longer stop Zulgin's madness, and Malakas sighed secretly.

"I'll have the wizards attack with you." Malakas said in a firm tone, since it is irretrievable, let's give it a go, "We need to choose the most opportune time!" ”