The huntress was relieved, but Santis was not in a safe position. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Rogham's continuous attacks still made Santis feel a lot of pressure.

The power of this green-skinned monster is beyond her imagination!

The rough battle axe didn't have a sharp blade, but the powerful swing that struck the Sentinel Rider's Silver Moon shield still sent Shantis's guards back.

The fierce battle ensued rather chaotically, and soon, the orc soldiers regained the initiative from the Night Elf sentinels.

In the eyes of the elves, these green-skinned monsters were not afraid of death at all. They rushed into the camp of the huntress without hesitation, and used their bodies as the capital of the attack, in order to disrupt the formation of the elven archers who attacked their posts.

The orcs' perception was clear, and they knew that these huntress would not hurt them as much as these sharp arrows.

In the confrontation of strength and dexterity, power still prevailed in a head-to-head confrontation.

Soon, dawn approached, and Santis Hazuki reluctantly looked up at the sun rising east of the Gray Valley.

"Surround them and make these pointy-eared monsters pay!" Rogham leaped forward and landed slamming behind Santis. Just as he held his battle axe aloft, ready to teach these elves who had sneaked up on him several times a bloody lesson. In the forest to the west, a heavy warhammer with the breath of the wind elemental flew by.

Pretty gray arcs glide through the air. Rogham's battle axe was blocked back by the hammer of destruction, and then, the orc, dressed in a green plate armor outfit, regained his grip on the hammer.

Arriving at the battlefield as soon as possible, Thrall looked around at the sentry covered in blood and broken arrows. He shook his head, trying to get rid of Lashantis' hand.

There was no hatred in his eyes, and there was no intention to continue fighting. Thrall looked sincerely at this new race with its own ethnic group and culture.

Santis gasped, sweat from her arms mingling with blood oozing from the wound.

Without thinking, he threw a heavy punch into Sal's arm. She rejected Sal's friendly offer.

"Sentinels, integrate the remnants of our troops, take our wounded and dead sisters, and leave the abode of these monsters." Shantis's bloodshot eyes stared at Thrall. Her hatred made Sal shiver.

Rogham and the soldiers stopped their movements as they watched their chief stand here.

After the Sentinels left, Rogham threw his tomahawk onto a messy broken branch, closing his eyes and saying, "We didn't want to clash here." ”

Thrall nodded, pressed his left hand on the old orc's shoulder and said, "I believe in you, Rogham. Having just arrived in this new land, what can we wanderers do? We just want to live here. ”

"Chief, I was wrong." Rogham lowered his head, his face full of apologies left after remorse.

Thrall slammed his fist into the old orc's chest and said, "Drektar told me that the Hammer of Doom is a relic of Chief Orgrim. You gave me this warhammer, and I'm sure you've seen Orgrim. We are wanderers, and we are orcs as well. We have our own position and hope for a peaceful and stable life. But Rogham, please remember that peace comes at a price, and we will fight to the death! ”

Rogham looked up suddenly, and he looked into Sal's eyes. Suddenly the cloudy tears fell.

Growing up, Rogham only shed tears once on the night of Durotan's death. The death of the Durotans left Orgrim devastated. But today is different, and Orgrim is clearly aware that this child is Durontan. It's like an old friend standing with him and fighting side by side again. But this time, there is no Guldan, there is no Naozu, there is only a beautiful and bright future for the tribe.

After the elven sentinels left, Thrall sent a second batch of timber down the river to the canyon camp downstream. After cutting down enough trees, Sal and Rogham returned to the canyon camp with their soldiers.

After a week or so, the construction of the canyon camp began under the auspices of a dwarf goblin.

It has to be said that the wisdom of Gazruvi is best illustrated in this perfect canyon terrain. He relied on his pre-drawn drawings and the delivery of materials, predetermined the placement, and began his own plan.

While the orcs lay the foundations, the goblins lay aside, using the furnace to forge the steel needed to build the fortress.

Construction work was progressing in an orderly manner, and Thrall was pleased to see that the orcs had a new home.

With the lessons learned, Rogham once again began to expand his horizons with the orc soldiers to the south. According to the goblins, there are new races in the south. They also live on this ancient continent.

In order to ensure that he did not come into direct conflict with these new tribes at the first time, Thrall continued to send Rogam to expand his diplomatic plans for the new tribes.

While at Dunhold Castle, Thrall studied a curriculum that encompassed the entire history and culture of mankind. In this castle he learned a lot. In the process of re-studying, Sal also realized that Blackmore wanted to train him into an outstanding military and political talent. Of course, Blackmore succeeded.

Blackmore, however, miscalculated. The outstanding talents he has worked so hard to cultivate are now showing their talents on a wild continent.

A few days after Rogham's departure, to the northwest of the orc's camp, several slender and tall creatures set foot on the tribe's territory.

Thrall had ordered in advance that any outsiders who entered their defenses should be treated as friends. So, even in the case of language barriers, the orc soldiers were eager to help these wounded creatures.

Thrall didn't recognize the creatures, but based on what he had learned, he could barely recognize them as trolls.

The orc soldiers and warlords in the camp also knew these creatures, especially an orc warlord named Warok Sarufar.

"Chief, these creatures are trolls. When we were in the Eastern Kingdoms, we made a covenant with them. Sarufar said.

Thrall respected these old generals, and if it weren't for them, Thrall would not have been elected as their chief in the new tribe, relying on his current status.

"Old General, can you try to communicate with them?" Sal asked.

Sarufar nodded reluctantly and said, "It's been five or six years, I'll give it a try." ”

The old orc cleared his throat, and he bent over to ask the newly healed troll scouts, "Can you understand me?" ”

Sarufar recalls the troll language he learned when he used to deal with Zulgin, and he said when he dealt with the troll in front of him.

The troll, who was leaning on the wolfskin wooden bed, was surprised, and he endured the scar on his back, sat up, and said, "Friends from outside, can you speak the language of the forest troll?" ”

"Yes, we've allied with them." Salfar confessed.

The young troll scout nodded, and after asking the advice of the trolls leaning against the wall, he said, "I know this is a bit abrupt, but as the last hope of our Darkspear Troll Clan, I would like to ask you to rescue our chieftain and rescue our leader." ”

"What's the trouble you're in?" Sarufar asked.

"The fish-people, the fish-people who are like a tidal wave, have invaded our home. Our chiefs and people are surrounded by them, and we have no way back. The troll scout said nervously.

Salfar nodded, and he turned to repeat everything he had asked to Thrall.

"I think we should help them out of this situation, old general." Sal thought for a moment, and he said.

Salfar grimaced, he didn't want to contradict the chief's proposal, but he spoke up about the predicament facing the tribe now.

"Chief, although our current soldiers are not fully engaged in the construction of the city, we also need to find food. Chief, you also know that there are not many resources here. It took many days for our soldiers and pioneer teams to prepare food that would last all the orcs in our city for three days. Sarufar said.

Sal nodded, the old general's words were not unreasonable.

The current tribes have not established themselves on this new continent, and they are not self-sufficient in resources and food. Continuing to organize an offensive rashly is likely to bring down the new tribe that is now in existence.

The troll scout saw the doubts of these outsiders on his face, and he said eagerly, "Friends from outside, as long as you can help us reclaim our homeland, I believe that our chief can provide you with some necessary assistance. “

Sarufar's eyes lit up, and he turned to ask, "Food?" We needed food. ”

Hearing this request, the troll scout's nervousness gradually eased. He took a deep breath and said, "The Echo Islands have our fishing grounds and coconuts, and by the way, we also have a large number of wild boars and some fighting velociraptors. ”

Sarufar said decisively, "No problem, we are ready to attack immediately." ”

Thrall was never satisfied with the status quo, after all, in this new continent, one more friend meant one less enemy.

The orc soldiers gathered quickly, and under the personal leadership of Thrall and Sarufar, the soldiers once again walked out of the canyon camp and prepared to head to the trolls' Echo Islands.

Heading south from the barren wasteland, after passing through the barren land, Thrall saw the long-lost tropical trees not far away.

"Even in the southern archipelago, those fish-men are still attacking our homeland." The scout said nervously.

Spear in hand, the troll scout wants to attack with the orcs. But Sarufar stopped him: "Wait here, your injuries are not healed now." Otherwise, when we win, we won't even be able to find a troll to talk to. ”

Compared to the emaciated bodies of the trolls, orc soldiers, who had been weapons of war since birth, swarmed up from the shallows. The wide battle axes and long swords were not so sharp, but the strength of the orcs was enough to drive these Urawala fishmen out of the troll beach.

"Rock Khan! Where did you get these helpers? The leader of the trolls, who was on the periphery of the troll's thatched hut, asked the Shadowhunter who had brought reinforcements.

Rock Khan brandished his spear and replied, "Leave this alone, Woking. Let's rush back first and get our chief out. ”

A warm wave of healing connected to the orc's body that rushed ahead, and Lockhan rushed to Woking's position.

The red-haired Woking looked at Sal, who kept a smile on his face as he wielded the Hammer of Doom and struck his chest with it.

Woking nodded, the difference in language didn't stop their conversation. After a few short seconds, Thrall and General Sarufar stormed the troll's camp.

After storming the troll's camp, the arrogance of the fish people was noticeably weaker. Thrall actually didn't expect that these creatures, who could only provide some alchemy materials and leather making materials in the Eastern Kingdom, could be so arrogant on this continent.

In fact, the combat effectiveness of these fish people is not strong, but relying on numbers, it is more than enough for the fish people to bully this dark spear tribe that does not have any strength as a guard of honor and strength.

After the orc soldiers joined the battle, the corpses of the fishmen were soon scattered throughout the shallows of the Echo Islands. The battle also ended over time.

Before nightfall, trolls and orcs search the shallows in search of the large fishmen. According to Woking and Lockhan, the meat of these fish-people is delicious and much stronger than ordinary seafood.

To celebrate the victory in the battle, Senkin, the old chief of the Darkspear Trolls, he personally brought his son Wojin and presented Thrall with a beautiful necklace of fangs.

It is a noble ritual of jungle trolls, and in troll legend, only the most powerful creatures can be blessed by all spirits.

Old Senkin fought for several days, physically and mentally exhausted. He didn't linger too much at the dinner, but instead handed over all the decisions to Woking.

Woking and Sal are surprisingly on the same page. As Darkspear Trolls, such a group of people who were displaced from the Valley of Thorns to the New World, they would prefer to have a stable living environment on this new land.

For example, living with these orcs who look murderous but are actually friendly.

Woking was happy to accept the name of the tribe as a name that sounded like a large family.

Most of the orcs who had passed through the life of the concentration camp had lost the arrogance they once had. They are happy to take on some new friends to bolster their camp and the defense of the canyon.

Thrall was happy, because in Thrall's subconscious, sooner or later the Horde would be threatened by the Alliance again.

How strong the alliance is, Thrall has seen in the town of Nanhai. A united alliance is not something that the tribes can resist now. (To be continued.) )