"Your Royal Highness, Prince Alsace, the army of Sir Lothar and Uther seems to have stopped. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Mograini stood on the edge of the Red Dragon Queen's back, looking out at the human army on the ground.

"It's okay, leave them alone...... Hurry up, Your Excellency, why are you slower than those orcs? Arthas didn't want to bother with such trivialities, and he urged the Red Dragon Queen to swoop and breathe dragon breath again and again, dispel the tendency of the orcs to gather together, and drive them to continue their wild run towards the sea.

"You've gone too far! I haven't eaten since I left Grimbaatar, and it's a miracle that I'm still able to fly in the sky! The Red Dragon Queen retorted loudly - what does this little human ghost know, spitting flames is very physically demanding!

"Okay, okay, when this war is over, I promise you to have a good time!" Arthas knew she couldn't push the psychopathic queen hard, and although she was very tolerant of things that didn't involve chastity//, if it angered her, she would now do nothing, and it was the Alliance side that suffered, after all, the orcs still had a lot of power.

"Really? Then I'm going to eat ......" As the Red Dragon Queen chattered about the delicacies, she had already driven the orcs closer to the southernmost part of the Arathi Heights, the Gulf of Fadil, which was full of underwater reefs.

Thanksgiving to the Light, it's finally coming to an end—Arthas had to clench Frost Sorrow's little hand, and let out such an exclamation in his heart—it's terrible, it's just a psychotic queen, how can she know so much about the delicacies that humans are used to cooking? Aren't dragons supposed to be eaten raw?

However, standing on the back of the Red Dragon Queen chasing her enemies, watching them run for their lives like a frightened herd, Arthas couldn't help but remember that he had ridden Sindagossa and done something similar when he was in Northrend; Of course, at that time, Frost Sorrow was not a pretty girl, but a talking, cold magic sword.

O Sindagosa...... Arthas gripped Frost Sorrow's soft, cold little hand tightly, and felt a hint of nostalgia - where are you now?

The orcs were in chaos on the seashore - Kilrog had long since abandoned his people and fled the battlefield first; Orgrim turned back and charged the human pursuers, breaking away from the orc brigade; None of the other clans had chieftains here, and the important people who acted as chieftains did not have the courage to bring the orcs together, whether it was to escape or fight back, at least one definite direction.

Without hesitation, the swimming orcs threw themselves into the sea, swimming in the wind and waves towards the faintly visible opposite shore; The Narrow Sea is the narrowest part of the entire Endless Sea, where the continent of Azeroth is divided in two, and the turbulent currents swept away many orcs who did not know the height of the sky and the height of the earth in an instant.

Boiling roars and roars resounded through the seashore, and no one would have believed that not long ago, the orcs had passed through the strait in a majestic manner through the Frost Road, and now they were trampling each other in embarrassment and drowning in the depths of the water.

Speaking of the Frost Path, where did Tyrone Bloodseeker and his Death Knights go?

On the sea, not far from the shore, a group of shadows dressed in dark red or black plate armor and cloaked in capes gathered to watch the chaotic orc legions on the shore - none other than Tyrone Bloodseeker and his Death Knights.

"Bloodseeker, what should we do?" One of his subordinates approached Tyrone's side and whispered - although the body was that of the Stormwind Knights, the souls of these Death Knights were all orcs, or rather, the souls of the Shadow Council.

These Death Knights were evil orc warlocks, and they did not feel the slightest sympathy or grief for the imminent death of their people, whose evil forces had long since corrupted their hearts - the pure, nature-yearning hearts of shamans.

However, the reason why these Death Knights stayed here was because they had a spell that could save the orcs from the "Frost Path". Beneath their feet, a white/flowery/flowery, faintly pale blue block of ice exudes an icy chill above the water, and with this spell they can walk freely on the water.

Tyrone Bloodseeker is an evil warlock, but he's also an orc; As he said, letting the tribe win was what he really wanted.

Tyrone Bloodseeker and his Death Knights eventually joined the fray, and although the dwarven griffon knights posed a threat to them, the Death Knights had an overwhelming advantage in the local battlefield.

Just as Tyrone Bloodfiend was about to launch a final assault on the dwarven griffin knights, the dragon appeared, and the tide of battle turned; At this time, Tyrone Bloodfiend had not given up, but when he saw Kilrog fleeing and Orgrim leaving his command platform, Tyrone Bloodseeker also gave up his last effort and joined the fleeing orc army.

Their physical strength allowed the Death Knights to reach the sea first, and then they came to the sea; The reason why he stopped here and didn't immediately return to Palatine Bay was because Tyrone Bloodlord wanted to do something for the Horde.

"Give up...... Let's go back. "Tyrone Bloodfiend hesitated, but gave up on his fellow citizens; He had hesitated several times to build a frost path for his people according to Orgrim's previous plan, but reason had stopped him.

The Frost Path wasn't as strong as it could have been, and it couldn't even withstand alerting the larger ogres, so only the smaller ogres took part in the battle, and the larger ones remained in Baladine Bay.

At the same time, the orc army must walk carefully as it passes through the Frost Path in order to stabilize the Ice Path; A swarm of swarms like this will surely collapse in a matter of minutes.

Because the order of those orcs has not been stable, Tyrone Bloodfiend has also been hesitating; It wasn't until he saw the dragon in the sky that he finally decided to give up on these compatriots.

Before leaving, Tyrone Bloodseeker glanced back at the orcs in the confusion. These Death Knights and Orgrim have a blood feud, and if Orgrim hadn't killed them, they wouldn't have become the half-dead creatures they are now.

But Tyrone Bloodfiend has been reconciling the Death Knights with Orgrim, as he believes that the orcs can achieve more victories under Orgrim's leadership.