He grasped the war blade in his hand, this war blade that had accompanied him since the planet Draru, and was using the dazzling reflection of the sun to trend the orcs forward to fight, as the peak of the master level, Jubitses, he was sure that he would directly kill the human commander who did not know whether he was alive or dead, after all, he retreated.

But he didn't want that, because the few remaining populations of the Blackstone Clan would completely lose their roots.

This was not something that Jubiters could accept, and after his decades-long tactical training, he came to the conclusion that he would retreat.

But the honor of the orcs did not allow him to do so.

Just as Jubiters was feeling tangled, a demonic whisper rang in his ear.

"Retreat from the castle and head to Blackstone Mountain, where you await the return of the Burning Legion to the world."

A low whisper, which sounded like a heavenly voice to Jubiters at the moment, hurriedly said, "My master, you have finally given up your will, and we have finally survived decades of hard work. ”

The other voice was none other than Kilgardan the Fraudster, the second-in-command of the Burning Legion.

"Leave the castle and don't confront the undead, who will soon join the Burning Legion and purge the world."

Jubiters nodded, since he drank the blood of demons, he had believed in the Burning Legion, abolished all the elemental gods that the orc tribes had believed in not long ago, and worked to remove the prestige of Orgrim, the leader of the previous Blackstone tribe.

The chaotic power of evil quickly made the orcs feel submissive, and their power-worshipping nature quickly adapted them to the beliefs of the Burning Legion.

Jubiters was also proud, and he roared loudly, "The Blackstone orcs, who are still able to move, come to my side, gather together, and open a way to live." ”

There was a chaotic sound of footsteps in the castle, and Locke had just reached the bottom of the castle on his nightmare warhorse, when he saw several of the blackstone orcs rushing towards it, either with swords and axes in their hands, or with war hammers and iron shields.

The only difference is that orcs rarely wear heavy armor.

Locke raised his hand and made a gesture to the cavalry of the Snow Wolf Knights behind him to stop the charge, and then there was a sound of "Herod" horses behind him. He watched the appearance of a tall black stone orc in the castle, and already understood one thing, that is, the orc was going to fight hard.

The number of these orcs is only about three hundred, although they are the elite of the Blackstone tribe, but this number of orc troops can hardly pose any threat to Locke's army in the true sense.

However, Locke knows very well that under the ugly face of the orcs, there is a kind of violent personality hidden, and after falling into a desperate situation, the combat effectiveness of the orcs can be said to rise in a straight line. This madness is even more pronounced in the green-skinned orcs who drink demonic blood.

"Hold this place, our tactical goal is to get the castle, and if these orcs want to leave, then there is no need to stop them." Locke uttered the words in a raised tone.

Locke didn't think that these blackstone orcs would be able to escape the Alterac Mountains alive, but once these orcs were exposed to the snowy mountains of Alterac, the Frost Dragons would soon inflict a lot of damage on these creatures.

"Commander...... My lord, why let these orcs go. A knight of the Snow Wolf Knights said.

Locke said slowly, "Let them go, the wind and snow in Alterac have devoured many lives for thousands of years." ”

Locke had noticed that above the castle, King Aiden of Alterac had been hanged by the Blackstone Orcs, the king of the tiger who had been stiff and his body swayed in the wind of the Alterac Mountains.

"This is his destined fate, and this day will come sooner or later from the time he unites the orcs." Locke whispered, keeping his voice low so that no one could hear him.

"Orcs of the Blackstone Clan, you can choose to leave on the left or right at will, but I ask you not to choose the middle, because the army of humans is here." Locke reined in the Nightmare Warhorse and roared loudly in a high voice.

The high voice made Jubiters, who had just come out of the castle, feel a trace of shame, and when he saw that the human commander dared to speak in such a tone, this nameless fire rose in his heart.

This human was only an elite mid-level strength, and he dared to speak to a big chief like himself in this tone, and this feeling of disrespect reminded the orc of a long time ago.

"You know, you're lucky, if it weren't for the will of the Burning Legion, I would have screwed your head off just by the tone of your voice." Jubiters said in an angry voice, looking at Locke on the Nightmare Warhorse, and then said in a cold tone, "I remember you. ”

A smile appeared on the corner of Locke's mouth, and then he raised the Destroyer of the Realms in his hand, which can make the master-level peak Sword Saint deflated, Locke still had a trace of happiness in his heart, and he quickly responded: "It should be the Burning Legion who remembers me." ”

"Now, then, do you leave, or fight with my army." Locke pointed the blade in his hand directly at the angry Sword Saint Jubiters not far away, only to see that the orc Sword Saint's face turned red, and then said in a low tone: "Let's see, I will soon completely smash you." ”

Soon, however, the orc's voice came to mind, and the demonic enslaved orcs quickly chose another path to the left. Left the castle completely.

A smile appeared on the corner of Locke's mouth, and he finally took the castle that he had previously thought was impossible to take.

………………

The night breeze is quiet

The castle erected on the snow-capped mountains of Alterac was surrounded by the sound of the wind and snow, and the blood on the snow had long been covered by the wind and snow, and in the majestic wind and snow of nature, these corpses had been covered under the snow.

Unlike the outside of the castle, in the hall inside the castle, a bonfire illuminates the entire hall at this time, and the Snow Eagle Banner, which symbolizes the Kingdom of Alterac, has long since been taken down and replaced by the banner of Lordaeron.

The bonfire burned with wooden branches, and from time to time there was a crackling sound from the stove, and several soldiers were discussing something around the wooden table.

Locke sat in a wooden chair, he had been in this hall an hour earlier, and had been a little bored when he heard the Lordaeron soldiers from the beginning of appreciating Locke's military prowess to now discussing how to hunt down the remnants of the Blackstone tribe.

Because chasing the Blackstone Tribe is simply an unfeasible method, a leader at the peak of the master level can completely retreat at any time. (To be continued.) )