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Less than two hours after the order of the Grand Chief of Saar, the Horde's army was ready to go. The army officially marched towards the Warsong Lumber Yard.

The rousing sound of trumpets and the earth-shattering sound of drums harmonize, a triumphal song of prayer for the imminent victory of the tribal army.

The Warsong Orcs led the way, lining up at the forefront of the entire army. Like the tip of a sharp sword, the momentum is sharp. Grom, the god of war, rode a howling wolf, holding a wide and sharp blood roar, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart at all. He whispered to the human beside him, "Fuhang, how much do you know about this elf clan. What is their fighting style? ”

Fuhang shook his head, he didn't know much about the Night Elves. I can only say in a big way: "I don't know their combat style, but since they took the initiative to fight this time, they must have come to Xingshi to ask for guilt, so let's just respond calmly." ”

As the Warsong vanguard marched up a steep slope, Grom turned his head and motioned for Fuhang to look behind him.

Fuhang followed Grom's instructions, grabbed the saddle, turned the howling wolf around, and looked at the narrow road. The wide field of vision presents all the long marching routes of this tribal army.

The sound of heavy footsteps and the collision of iron armor converged together, and the solemn atmosphere of war made Fuhang speechless for a while. This time, the tribe is really in crisis, unlike the previous battles, this time is extraordinary, to put it mildly, it is a battle for survival.

Orcs, minotaurs, trolls all come together. The tribe raised all its forces to meet the enemy together.

Such a shocking scene made Fuhang a speechless. I couldn't even say a word. Grom patted Fuhang on the shoulder and said, "When I was young, I fought for the first time with the old general, and I was so frightened that I couldn't speak when I saw such a scene. Do you know what the old general said to me? ”

Fuhang glanced at Sarufar, and saw Sarufar smiling and not saying a word. "What did the old general say?"

Grom had a rare solemn expression, calmed down, and said slowly: "When you see that the whole tribe is fighting for it, it is the battle of the glory of the tribe over there, and if you win, you will die for the glory of the tribe, and if you die, you will die for the glory of the tribe!" ”

This is the tribe! Fuhang's admiration for these orcs became more and more respectful, not to mention anything else, just the spirit of fighting for the glory of the tribe in this alone made Fuhang feel the solid strength of the tribe.

Fuhang said in awe: "It is worthy of being a tribal army and a glorious army." During my time with the Horde army, I have felt the power of the Horde and believe that in the near future, the new Horde will rise to become a powerful force in Azeroth again. ”

Sarufar and Grom laughed heartily and said boldly, "Then I will borrow the auspicious words of the little brother of Fuhang." ”

The march was tedious and tense, and there was nothing else to do along the way. Fuhang rode the howling wolf, following Grom, rather bored.

Suddenly, Fuhang remembered the goblin and asked Grom to find out how the matter was going.

"Grom, how is that goblin dealer?"

Grom shook his head and threw the subject to Sarufar.

The old general rode the howling wolf and walked a few steps before coming to Fuhang's side.

"I still let the dog handle this situation. If nothing else, there should be news in three days. "The old general is still very confident in his son, and it is really not an easy task to deal with these cunning goblin merchants without a refined, steady young man.

Little Sarufar? Fuhang doesn't know much about this orc. I still remember Fuhang's previous life, when I first met this orc, it was in Nagrand, that beautiful and rich Draenor wonderland.

However, seeing Sarufar as a little Sarufar, you know that little Sarufar is indeed a rising star. After all, the old general Sarufar is sensible and will not be nepotistic, and he wants his son to do this, which proves the ability of little Sarufar. The tiger father has no dog son, which is reflected in the old general's body.

At the mention of his son, Grom's face was a little more worried, he hadn't seen his son for a long time, for Grom. His children were far less fortunate than little Sarufar, who had only seen his father at birth and had been by his grandmother's side ever since. By now, he should be as old as little Sarufar.

The seasoned old general said observantly, "What's the matter, chief, do you miss your own child?" ”

Grom is also an orc, and in addition to the name of the god of war, he has his own home. So he didn't have anything to shy away from, and said generously: "Yes, I haven't seen him for many years." After the Second Orc War, the power of the tribe was greatly reduced, and I was imprisoned by the cunning humans. I'm just such a son, how can I not want to? ”

The two legendary generals both lowered their heads. For a moment, the atmosphere was silent.

Fu Hang only now feels that what is the leader of the God of War, they are also a normal orc, and they also have their own concerns and concerns. What an ordinary father, Fuhang really felt sorry for Grom.

"Grom, after the war, you must go home to see your child, recognize him, and believe that under your influence, he will definitely be a new generation of war song god of war."

Grom shook his head with a smile and vetoed Fuhang's suggestion: "I'll go back and recognize him, but I'll let him follow Woking, let Wojin take him, and let him feel Woking's wisdom." That kind of wisdom is far more brilliant than my current violent wisdom. ”

It turned out that Grom was not an orc general who only knew how to fight violence with violence, and from the aspect he wanted his son to change, Fuhang felt that the Warsong clan also wanted to change. For the sake of the tribe's revival, Grom pinned his hopes on his next generation. My generation is not finished, after all, there are too many things to do, and there are too many wars to fight.

The three brothers kept talking on the march, and time slipped away from the conversation between the three of them. When the sky gradually darkened, the curtain of night was drawn from the west. The entire horde army also arrived at Warsong Lumberyard.

Blazing bonfires and countless torches illuminate the entire tribal camp. This also symbolizes that the army of the tribe was stationed in the Gray Valley, and the battle of the Gray Valley will start soon!