"Are you sure you saw a flock of griffons back to Riptide Castle?" On the small hill of Arathi Heights, Orgrim looked out at the brightly lit/lit castle of Riptide in the distance, and asked Kielrog beside him, puzzled.

"Yes, the hammer of ruining miè." Kilrog was also confused - it was the third time he had asked himself the same question after the Bloodhole Clan member he had sent to call Ogrim over, had the orc chief not woken up yet? How could you be wrong about such a thing?

"Zujin, did you see that group of griffons too?" Orgrim still seemed suspicious, and he turned to the Troll Emperor Zujin.

"I don't know, I was sleeping." Zukin replied very frankly.

This damn stupid pig! - Orgrim roared in his mind - can these trolls do anything useful all day long besides eating and sleeping?

"Is it strange to destroy the hammer of miè? If you don't believe me, I can see with my eyes what's going on in that city. Kilrog felt strange, but instead of complaining about Orgrim's abnormality, he eagerly mentioned it.

"No need...... I was a little excited just now, how could this kind of thing be wrong......" Orgrim shook his head, stopped looking at the wall, and turned around, a look of embarrassment on his face.

"What's the matter, ruining the hammer of miè? Shouldn't that group of griffons come back? Kilrog continued to ask—Orgrim was in a strange state, he had only seen it in the world of Draenor, and that was before the orcs passed through the Dark Portal; After becoming the Great Chief of the Orcs. Orgrim has always been confident and majestic, and he will not have such a hesitant appearance.

"Are you sure the griffons are coming back from the northwest, not the southeast?" Ogrim thought for a long time. Suddenly, he asked again.

"Yes, the hammer of ruining miè. They flew over there, not over our heads. Kilrog replied earnestly.

"Oh no, something is wrong." Orgrim's mood suddenly became agitated, and he began to pace in place, looking uncalm.

"What's wrong?" Kilrog didn't understand at all—didn't Orgrim expect the griffons to return? Before he went to rest, he reminded himself to let him know when the griffons returned!

"The timing is not in the right direction!" The irritability in Orgrim's heart reached its extreme. He growled impatiently, then crouched down and motioned for Kilrog to lean down to look as he did.

Kilrog also crouched down. Watch as Orgrim slices his thick fingers across the ground of the hills, leaving dots and lines on the sand.

"Here, where we are; This is the Sadol Bridge, and this is the town of Nanhai. This is Lordaeron...... Two groups of griffon messengers flew out of Riptide Castle. Half towards the Sador Bridge, generally to the west, either to Southsea Town, or to Lordaeron, or both......" Orgrim pointed by moonlight, pointing at the simple patterns on the ground.

"Respectful hammer of destruction, you know so much!" Kilrog looked adoringly at the map of the world of Orgrim - Azeroth, and Orgrim had seen each of them many times at the Chieftains' Conference, but he had never been able to remember them.

Orgrim was stunned for a moment. Speechless in embarrassment - this Kilrog ...... He's got a good brain, right? I said so much, in exchange for the sentence "I know so much"?

Took a deep breath. Calming down his irritable heart, Orgrim explained to Kilrog while sorting out his thoughts by the way: "That's not the point, Kilrog. I would say that I had calculated the speed at which the griffons would fly, and the time it took for the griffons to travel from here to Southsea or Lordaeron was not that short; You see, what does it mean that the griffon messenger who delivered the message to the bridge of Sadol has not returned, but the griffon messenger sent to the west has returned? ”

"What?" Kilrog was dazed by Orgrim's words—Southsea Town, Lordaeron, Sador Bridge...... These place names alone made his mind confused, plus griffins, time or something...... Kilrog shook his head - arithmetic is so hard! (High numbers are harder, I've hung up countless times - by White Yaksha Silver Time.) ）

Ogrim gave up interaction with Kilrog and said half-to himself, "This group of griffon messengers who flew west are back so soon, that means ...... What exactly did they encounter along the way? Their duty is to call for help, and they will only come back when they encounter reinforcements and pass on information...... So much time to get back and forth...... Then the distance is half that if it were a human army, they would only be three and a half hours away from here......"

"Orgrim, what are you muttering?" Zujin scratched the back of his head and asked with some irritability—from the beginning, the Emperor of Trolls had wanted to protest—what were Orgrim and Kilrog doing? How does it look like a military meeting is going on! But why can't I understand a word? It was too much for them to dare to put the great Zujin aside like this, and they had to insert it strongly! (Plug in/into what?) ）

Seeing that not only Zukin, but even Kilrog was looking at him with a confused expression, Orgrim finally gave up helplessly; He stood up, gently dusted the grains of sand from his fingernails, and then concluded: "The plan has changed, and a human army has suddenly appeared in the vicinity, the number of which is still uncertain, and it is about three hours away from here...... By the way, Kilrog, can you be sure that there is any change in the number of griffons that have returned and when they left here? ”

Orgrim asked this question because he wondered if all the griffon messengers flying west had returned to Riptide Castle, and if so, at least a rough estimate of the number of human armies they had encountered.

"There is no change, the hammer of the revered ruined miè." Kilrog replied. - In fact, Kilrog wasn't sure if the number of griffons had changed, and he didn't even know they were called "griffins" when they flew away from Riptide Castle.

"All of them returned, and they didn't continue to call for help...... That means that this sudden human reinforcement is large enough to threaten our army! Ogrim didn't know that Kilrog was talking nonsense, and he made his judgment with a frown.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with what Kilrog said, it is night after all, and the vision is not wide; Moreover, even in the daytime, it was difficult to distinguish the two of the dozen griffin messengers that had been reduced - the two that flew to Dalaran. (To be continued......)