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Just as Thrall was rushing to the Broken Wood Sentry on his front foot. The troll scouts on the front line sent back an urgent report. The Night Elf soldiers of Astrana are dispatched.

When the news was reported to Dawsar's ears, he breathed a sigh of relief. If you want to fight, then finish it in one go. Sal, Grom, and Woking have a makeshift discussion, preparing to meet the enemy at the Broken Wood Outpost.

Playing a defensive battle was scheduled by Sal a long time ago. The background of the Night Elves is very behind, and the tribal army has very little to fight with the Night Elves. The battle between Grom and the Night Elves was only a skirmish. Such a decision was made to explore the reality of the Night Elves.

However, this also has advantages and disadvantages for the large army of the tribe. The orc soldiers of the Warsong Clan are not good at defending, but good at attacking. Under Grom's Jianyì, Sal agrees with one of Grom's crazy ideas. It was when the Night Elf army attacked the Broken Wood Outpost that Grom led a surprise army to attack the left flank of the elves and cut off the battlefield. Such a crazy approach is completely risking the lives of this army, but if this team succeeds, then the army of Night Elves will definitely retreat.

After arranging everything, Sal called Cogle over. Cougle saw that the soldiers at the sentry were preparing for battle, and he knew a thing or two in his heart. "Big Chief, is Maji really going to do it?"

Thrall nodded, but instead of answering Cogle's question, he ordered Cogle to return to Warsong Lumbergrounds: "Return to Warsong Lumberyards at once and tell Chief Sù Kane that the army of the Night Elves has begun to march on the Broken Wood Outpost." Ask Chief Kane for timely reinforcements. ”

The situation was urgent, and Cogle immediately left the guard post and went to the Warsong Lumber Yard.

The night gradually became rich with the afterglow of the setting sun, and the night fell.

Fuhang packed his bags and prepared to march with Grom, preparing to withdraw from the Broken Wood Outpost and advance westward, ready to deal a fatal blow to the Night Elf army if necessary.

Sylvanas was not idle, but packed up with Fuhang, and she would not let Fuhang fight alone with this grumpy orc leader. By his side, it is possible to save Fuhang back.

"You don't really want to come with me, Queen." Fu Hang asked as he tied the knee pad he had borrowed from Grom to his leg.

Sylvanas ignored Fuhang and was wiping a new bow that Chief Woking had given her. The Queen examined the arrows and looked at them with care, as if she could communicate with them.

"Fuhang, it's time to go." Thatch shouted outside.

"Just come." Fuhang picked up the Ash Messenger and rushed out of the door, without the slightest intention of waiting for the Queen.

The Queen, who was not in a hurry, jumped in front of Fuhang.

"I promised you, and I won't break my promise." The queen may not be in a good mood today, her face is cold, and she said in a cold voice.

There were only a hundred soldiers in the entire Grom army, all of whom were orcs of the Warsong Clan. These orcs are no different from ordinary orcs, but they have one characteristic, that is, they have a look of tenacity in their eyes, they know that they are going to die, but no one whispers, but waits for the chief's lecture.

These fourth-order orc soldiers lined up and stood in the central camp of the Broken Wood Sentry. The Great Chief stood in front of this force to give a final lecture to this death squad.

Although Thrall was still young, he knew the importance of life in his early years fighting in the arena. Therefore, until he achieved the position of Great Chief, he also loved his soldiers. To put it mildly, Thrall treated every soldier of the tribe as his brother.

The banner of the Warsong Clan is in Thrall's hands. The cold night wind blew the banner of the Warsong Clan, and Sal roared: "Orc brothers, the goal of this battle must be clear to everyone. I, Thrall, have nothing to say, as long as you show the blood and fearlessness of the orcs, the army of the Night Elves will be defeated! For the Horde! ”

Grom raised his blood roar and slashed into the night sky, roaring hoarsely as Thrall roared, "Lok-Tarogar! ”

“lok－tarogar！” A roar from the depths of the soul resounded throughout the sentry post. Every orc and troll soldier was shouting this orc phrase. This word, which carries the soul of the entire tribe, has become the spiritual pillar of the tribe.

Such a magnificent and mighty prosperous era made Fuhang feel the throbbing in his heart, and suddenly, he felt the tears in the corners of his eyes slip down. He had only seen such a pathetic scene in the movie, but he didn't expect that today, he really felt such passion.

"Lok-tarogar", Fu Hang raised his right fist and shouted with the soldiers of the broken wood sentry, at this moment, Fu Hang was willing to be a soldier of the tribe. Even if you die in such a battle, you have no regrets in this life.

Fu Hang sighed that the male creatures of the whole of Azeroth, who did not yearn for such an exhilarating and exciting battle. No matter what the reason for the person in the high position to start the war, as a soldier, as long as he obeys his duty, he squandered his blood on the battlefield and gave his life to himself. That's to fight for honor.

No matter how much later generations criticize this practice, how can they know the vocation of a soldier? In Azeroth, there are people who are for profit, and there are people who are righteous, but the soldiers you see today are for honor, for pure honor.

If there is such an opportunity in the future, such a team will also be established. Only the glorious army can be invincible.

The perseverance in Fuhang's eyes was seen by Sylvanas. A hint of girlish tenderness sprouted from the tip of the queen's heart. When can I leave all my troubles and fetters behind and lie in the arms of a man who can rely on me.

Sylvanas tortured himself countless times, what did he really want, was it just revenge, and then revitalize the High Elves and revive Quel'Thalas? What about after all this? The Queen was deep in thought. After the end of a qiē, is he still like this?

A loud shout pulled Sylvanas back from his mind.

"Let's go!" Grand Chief Sal waved the war song and banner in his hand as he watched the soldiers leave.

The orc soldiers of the Warsong Clan are all following in Grom's footsteps. At this moment, every soldier is a Grom, a god of war who is dying for the victory of the tribe.