It's hard. If our raid is successful, we have two options, one is to attack Lordaeron through Dunhold Castle; The second is to cross the Alterac Valley to attack Lordaeron and buy the lords of these two places, which will greatly benefit our next actions. ”

Arthas nodded—from Neozu's memory, Arthas knew that Orgrim was a very cunning orc, and now it seemed that it did deserve the title of "Cunning Fox" in its grasp and arrangement of the battle situation - its arrangement was almost watertight, and the reason why it failed was entirely due to the variables of himself and Frost Sorrow.

If the Alliance continues to believe Aiden and Blackmore, then not to mention that they will reveal information from within the Alliance to the Orcs, and that the castle guarded by the two of them is a transportation artery that the Orcs are about to pass through, their betrayal will be enough to fatally hurt the Alliance.

"So about the Dammod Fortress...... I want to ask, how did you know that the dwarves had such a custom? Arthas continued.

"Dwarves...... Interestingly, as our army left Ironforge and was heading north, I encountered a small group of dwarves - don't get me wrong, they weren't from Ironforge dwarves, they were from another area. "Ogrim seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"They call themselves the Black Iron Dwarves, and their ruler is Dagran Thorrison—I don't know if you've heard of it—and they offer to help us attack the Ironforge Dwarves if we wish. By that time, however, I had decided to abandon Ironforge, and the Black Iron Dwarves were eager to suggest that I take advantage of the upcoming Wine Festival to attack Dammod Fortress1, saying that the dwarves would get a hangover that day. Orgrim shrugged his shoulders as Arthas did, "Interesting, isn't it?" Even the most simple and sincere dwarves in your world will fight each other for some reason! ”

"Black Iron Dwarves?" Arthas couldn't help but mutter, of course he had heard the name as a friendly Muradin, they were both branches of the dwarves, but they were completely different from the Hammerhammer Dwarves and the Ironforge Dwarves, they were evil and cunning, blindly power-seeking creatures, and the Hammerhammer Dwarves and the Ironforge Dwarves were old enemies, living in the burning plains full of volcanoes and lava.

No wonder Orgrim was able to know the weaknesses of the dwarves, it turned out that the black iron dwarves also joined this battle - Arthas has long wondered, why the black iron dwarves did not take advantage of this orc invasion to attack the iron furnace fortress, I thought they didn't want to let the outside force interfere in the dwarves' internal fighting, but I didn't expect these black iron dwarves to be far more cunning than Arthas thought, they even just wanted to use the orcs to reap the benefits.

"Goblins, black iron dwarves, and trolls, it seems that the strength of your tribe should not be underestimated, and there are so many forces that have chosen to help you." Arthas had a sneer on his face - these forces chose to take refuge when they saw the army of orcs, but this group of guys should not have imagined that humans are the ultimate victors, no matter what, the accounts they have joined the tribe, the humans will definitely ask them for it!

"What's big...... If we were really strong, we wouldn't have lost. Orgrim was a little apprehensive, but he couldn't help but ask, "I just want to know one question now, what happened to Grimbaatar?" ”

A lot of things happened on the battlefield last night, and the plot didn't develop the way Orgrim conceived it at all (White Night: Nonsense, of course I've got the final say on the plot), but the most deadly thing is the appearance of the red dragon.

Orgrim figured it out now—the dragon had come from the southeast, and that was Grimbaatar's bearing; Until the army of orcs collapsed, Grom and Zuhd did not appear, but the human imp in front of him already knew about the fortress of Dammod, presumably Grom and the others did not take the fortress.

It is understandable that he could not take the fortress of Danmod, and perhaps Grom was a little anxious and did not wait for the dwarves to get drunk, which is also possible; But in any case, what Orgrim can't figure out is, how could Grimbaatar have a problem?

Grimbaatar has most of the Warlocks of the Dragonmaw Clan, countless Red Dragons who have submitted to the Horde, Taranistaz who has betrayed the Red Dragons, and the mysterious Deathwing...... Why did such a heavily guarded Grimbaatar break away from the control of the tribe? Could it be that Deathwing abandoned the Horde?

"Nothing happened, I just walked in like that, and rescued the queen of the red dragon, and she flew to the battlefield again, destroying your army, it's as simple as that." After Arthas finished speaking, he remembered a little - well, yes, that's right.

"How could it be that if you just walked in like that? What about Necruz? What about Taranistaz? What about Deathwing? None of them stopped you? Ogrim felt that the human imp was simply insulting his own intellect.

"That's it, the ones you said...... Well, Necruz I don't know what, Taranny Staz I didn't see either, dead wings? What's that? "Arthas wasn't talking nonsense, he really didn't know what these things were.

"You ......" Orgrim, who felt he was being teased, struggled excitedly, pulling the wire to make a rattling sound.

"Lord De Jong!" At that moment, a voice came from the door of the prison, and everyone in the prison turned their heads to see a palace guard standing there panting.

"What happened?" De Jong recognized that the guard had not followed him into the dungeon, but that something had happened in the palace outside, and had rushed to inform him.

"His Majesty King Solas has returned, and His Majesty King Terenus, and they are going to summon His Royal Highness Prince Arthas, so ......" The palace guard glanced at the people in the prison with a puzzled look after completing his task of delivering the order - what was this doing?

"Your Royal Highness, Prince Arthas, we ......" De Jong was secretly happy in his heart - he was really fed up with listening to Arthas and the orc play dumb riddles in this prison, and he wished he could get out of here sooner.

"I see, Lord De Jong." Arthas nodded, pulled Frostgrief, who had become smiling from being touched on the top of his head, and took one last look at Orgrim, who was still angry, and turned to leave the prison door.

De Jong and the palace guards followed, moving their chairs out of their prisons; The four palace guards who were originally in charge of staying behind also took this opportunity to complete their rotation, and the other palace guard locked the door of the prison and guarded the door of the prison.

After crossing the long corridor again, Arthas was back on the ground. It was already morning outside, and the bright sunlight made him squint.

On this trip to the dungeon, Arthas only figured out the races in the world of Azeroth that have joined the orc side; After the end of the battle with the orcs, no matter how long it will take, when the various kingdoms of humanity are back to life, these races will surely pay the price for their wrong choices today.

Other than that, Arthas had almost nothing to gain from this trip to the dungeon - but he didn't really want to know anything, just to meet the orc chief - and this time Arthas was personally involved in the war, and he really realized how cunning the enemy was.

As for the rest of the information, Arthas learned a lot from Naozu's memories; The rest ...... Now that the tide of the war has changed and the information has become dispensable, the next step is how to end the war perfectly - that is something that his father needs to consider.

Then again—Arthas's eyes adjusted to the light outside the dungeon, and he walked toward the council chamber—what did his father have to summon him?

Alsace was naturally not for King Solas's royal palace

It's hard. If our raid is successful, we have two options, one is to attack Lordaeron through Dunhold Castle; The second is to cross the Alterac Valley to attack Lordaeron and buy the lords of these two places, which will greatly benefit our next actions. ”

Arthas nodded—from Neozu's memory, Arthas knew that Orgrim was a very cunning orc, and now it seemed that it did deserve the title of "Cunning Fox" in its grasp and arrangement of the battle situation - its arrangement was almost watertight, and the reason why it failed was entirely due to the variables of himself and Frost Sorrow.

If the Alliance continues to believe Aiden and Blackmore, then not to mention that they will reveal information from within the Alliance to the Orcs, and that the castle guarded by the two of them is a transportation artery that the Orcs are about to pass through, their betrayal will be enough to fatally hurt the Alliance.

"So about the Dammod Fortress...... I want to ask, how did you know that the dwarves had such a custom? Arthas continued.

"Dwarves...... Interestingly, as our army left Ironforge and was heading north, I encountered a small group of dwarves - don't get me wrong, they weren't from Ironforge dwarves, they were from another area. "Ogrim seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"They call themselves the Black Iron Dwarves, and their ruler is Dagran Thorrison—I don't know if you've heard of it—and they offer to help us attack the Ironforge Dwarves if we wish. By that time, however, I had decided to abandon Ironforge, and the Black Iron Dwarves were eager to suggest that I take advantage of the upcoming Wine Festival to attack Dammod Fortress1, saying that the dwarves would get a hangover that day. Orgrim shrugged his shoulders as Arthas did, "Interesting, isn't it?" Even the most simple and sincere dwarves in your world will fight each other for some reason! ”

"Black Iron Dwarves?" Arthas couldn't help but mutter, of course he had heard the name as a friendly Muradin, they were both branches of the dwarves, but they were completely different from the Hammerhammer Dwarves and the Ironforge Dwarves, they were evil and cunning, blindly power-seeking creatures, and the Hammerhammer Dwarves and the Ironforge Dwarves were old enemies, living in the burning plains full of volcanoes and lava.

No wonder Orgrim was able to know the weaknesses of the dwarves, it turned out that the black iron dwarves also joined this battle - Arthas has long wondered, why the black iron dwarves did not take advantage of this orc invasion to attack the iron furnace fortress, I thought they didn't want to let the outside force interfere in the dwarves' internal fighting, but I didn't expect these black iron dwarves to be far more cunning than Arthas thought, they even just wanted to use the orcs to reap the benefits.

"Goblins, black iron dwarves, and trolls, it seems that the strength of your tribe should not be underestimated, and there are so many forces that have chosen to help you." Arthas had a sneer on his face - these forces chose to take refuge when they saw the army of orcs, but this group of guys should not have imagined that humans are the ultimate victors, no matter what, the accounts they have joined the tribe, the humans will definitely ask them for it!

"What's big...... If we were really strong, we wouldn't have lost. Orgrim was a little apprehensive, but he couldn't help but ask, "I just want to know one question now, what happened to Grimbaatar?" ”

A lot of things happened on the battlefield last night, and the plot didn't develop the way Orgrim conceived it at all (White Night: Nonsense, of course I've got the final say on the plot), but the most deadly thing is the appearance of the red dragon.

Orgrim figured it out now—the dragon had come from the southeast, and that was Grimbaatar's bearing; Until the army of orcs collapsed, Grom and Zuhd did not appear, but the human imp in front of him already knew about the fortress of Dammod, presumably Grom and the others did not take the fortress.

It is understandable that he could not take the fortress of Danmod, and perhaps Grom was a little anxious and did not wait for the dwarves to get drunk, which is also possible; But in any case, what Orgrim can't figure out is, how could Grimbaatar have a problem?

Grimbaatar has most of the Warlocks of the Dragonmaw Clan, countless Red Dragons who have submitted to the Horde, Taranistaz who has betrayed the Red Dragons, and the mysterious Deathwing...... Why did such a heavily guarded Grimbaatar break away from the control of the tribe? Could it be that Deathwing abandoned the Horde?

"Nothing happened, I just walked in like that, and rescued the queen of the red dragon, and she flew to the battlefield again, destroying your army, it's as simple as that." After Arthas finished speaking, he remembered a little - well, yes, that's right.

"How could it be that if you just walked in like that? What about Necruz? What about Taranistaz? What about Deathwing? None of them stopped you? Ogrim felt that the human imp was simply insulting his own intellect.

"That's it, the ones you said...... Well, Necruz I don't know what, Taranny Staz I didn't see either, dead wings? What's that? "Arthas wasn't talking nonsense, he really didn't know what these things were.

"You ......" Orgrim, who felt he was being teased, struggled excitedly, pulling the wire to make a rattling sound.

"Lord De Jong!" At that moment, a voice came from the door of the prison, and everyone in the prison turned their heads to see a palace guard standing there panting.

"What happened?" De Jong recognized that the guard had not followed him into the dungeon, but that something had happened in the palace outside, and had rushed to inform him.

"His Majesty King Solas has returned, and His Majesty King Terenus, and they are going to summon His Royal Highness Prince Arthas, so ......" The palace guard glanced at the people in the prison with a puzzled look after completing his task of delivering the order - what was this doing?

"Your Royal Highness, Prince Arthas, we ......" De Jong was secretly happy in his heart - he was really fed up with listening to Arthas and the orc play dumb riddles in this prison, and he wished he could get out of here sooner.

"I see, Lord De Jong." Arthas nodded, pulled Frostgrief, who had become smiling from being touched on the top of his head, and took one last look at Orgrim, who was still angry, and turned to leave the prison door.

De Jong and the palace guards followed, moving their chairs out of their prisons; The four palace guards who were originally in charge of staying behind also took this opportunity to complete their rotation, and the other palace guard locked the door of the prison and guarded the door of the prison.

After crossing the long corridor again, Arthas was back on the ground. It was already morning outside, and the bright sunlight made him squint.

On this trip to the dungeon, Arthas only figured out the races in the world of Azeroth that have joined the orc side; After the end of the battle with the orcs, no matter how long it will take, when the various kingdoms of humanity are back to life, these races will surely pay the price for their wrong choices today.

Other than that, Arthas had almost nothing to gain from this trip to the dungeon - but he didn't really want to know anything, just to meet the orc chief - and this time Arthas was personally involved in the war, and he really realized how cunning the enemy was.

As for the rest of the information, Arthas learned a lot from Naozu's memories; The rest ...... Now that the tide of the war has changed and the information has become dispensable, the next step is how to end the war perfectly - that is something that his father needs to consider.

Then again—Arthas's eyes adjusted to the light outside the dungeon, and he walked toward the council chamber—what did his father have to summon him?

Alsace was naturally not for King Solas's royal palace