Kael'thas was right in his guess, and among the orc troops responsible for the encirclement, there were indeed elite units with the ability to move quickly.

This elite unit is made up of orcs from the Fireblade clan: Fireblade (aka Lightning Blade).

A surname that is rarely seen in the game, so even many veteran players don't know that historically, this clan was the last hope of the orc tribe in the final defense of the Second Orc War War.

Driven by their unique bloodlust and the ogres they have gathered, they are engaged in a mission to defend the Dark Gate from being destroyed by Tulayan's vengeful forces after Lothar's death, and the Alliance forces are met with stubborn resistance in the Battle of the Dark Gate.

Although the members of the Fireblade were ruthlessly ravaged by the devastating forces of the Alliance forces, the strength of this clan was unquestionable.

However, when the battle ended, the tyrannical and chaotic Fireblade Clan suffered heavy losses, and they turned to dust, giving their lives to the Horde.

The history of the game begins years after this war, so it will be difficult for players to get their hands on the clan.

But in fact, there are still some remnants of this clan, in the main city of the orcs, at the gate of the Raging Rift dungeon. The Fireblade is the chief of the Fireblade Clan.

The Fireblade Clan is one of the most charismatic orc clans, a clan of warriors and a clan that is not a clan. The Fireblade Clan is mostly made up of warriors who don't have any orc society trinkets on them.

"Did you spot the elves?"

The sun poured down on the meadows, where thousands of orcs gathered.

Nierru. The fireblade tore off the leg of the burned rabbit in his hand and handed it to his strong mount, a fierce and gigantic wolf.

Watching it munch on its tobacco, he laughed with satisfaction.

Once upon a time, the orcs tamed the large, swift wolves of their homeland of Deura. These giant canines were later chosen by the orcs as companions and as their preferred means of transportation. The fearless surname of wolves makes them particularly suitable for fighting large prey. As orcs became more belligerent and invaded Azeroth, their wolves were bred to be large and have better stamina, allowing them to serve as armored riders into battle.

"Chief, there's no movement yet."

The orc warrior who followed Nirru replied cautiously, he and the orcs around him were all wearing pitch-black and sturdy armor, and only Nirru in front of him was dressed in cloth.

Even so, no one dared to be disrespectful in front of him.

Once a shaman, Nirru is now a warlock, a powerful and mysterious warlock, a ranged professional, and a perfect cloth garment.

"Those pointy-eared guys are so patient?"

Nirru grinned, his eyes scanning his people, the yellow-skinned orcs, which Nirru thought were a sign of strength than the green-skinned orcs.

Only countless eras exposed to the sun can show such a healthy complexion.

"They wouldn't be aware of it, would they?"

The orc warrior asked.

"It doesn't matter if they notice it, they can't escape."

Nirru shook his head and smiled a little confidently:

"Those guys are famously proud, and they might fool at our defenses."

When his smile spreads, the sharp teeth reveal a terrifying length, an act of great charm for an orc.

Nirru is different from most warlocks, not only because he is not as mysterious as those warlocks, but more importantly, he is still an orc warrior who can be a chieftain after becoming a warlock.

He is a skilled warlock, but he is adept at using the demonic powers he wields to fight demons, and claims that his research on demons is beneficial to the tribe. Whether it's true or not, the orcs of the Fireblade Clan won't be suspicious of him.

"A few years ago, there was a little guy who fought the elven prince once."

Nierru threw the rest of the rabbit on the ground, and when he saw his beloved wolf swooping down like lightning, he squinted and said:

"That battle was interesting! Very interesting!! ”

His brown eyes flashed with interest, and he continued:

"Although that little guy was sent as cannon fodder for experiments, he still has ability, and the troops given to him are all elites."

"He and the elven prince, who was even younger at the time, the two little ones, engaged in a brief offensive and defensive battle."

In the distance, Nirru saw an orc running rapidly in front of him, and did not stop talking:

"That battle was very interesting, the elven prince used his imaginative play, and in the case of a huge difference in strength, he did not fall into the disadvantage at all."

The orcs who were running towards Nirru were very fast, and by the time he had finished speaking, they were already in front of the group.

Nirru walked up to him with anticipation and took the latest information.

The big hand opened the paper with the words written on it a little roughly, and the information inside was just as Nirru expected.

[The elf has finally appeared]

He felt the blood boiling in his body, and it was the anticipation of the battle.

"After so many years, how far has that elven prince grown?"

Nirru turned to look at the orc warrior, who felt that this was not what the chief had said to him, but more like his own words.

"I'm looking forward to it, and I'm lucky that the elven prince has appeared on my battlefield."

This mighty warlock can't wait to see Kael'thas anymore.

[What kind of beautiful fragment will a young, intelligent, and beautiful being be when his soul is extracted?] 】

The orc warrior felt that Nirru's gaze was turning cold, and his heart trembled, and he guessed the content of the information without command, so he bowed his head and retreated.

He gave the order to the captains around him, and within a few minutes, all the orcs mounted their wolf and prepared to attack.

"Chief, which way are you facing?"

The orc warrior asked again.

"Keep going, I think we'll get a guide soon."

Nirru replied, sitting on his wolf.

The figure of the phoenix was found on the intelligence just now, and now all the orcs know that the phoenix is a summon of the elven prince, and it is not wrong to follow it.

The elves are proud, perhaps deliberately waiting for their battle.

Even if they attack the west, Nierru believes that with the help of their wolf warriors, the elves will not escape the encirclement.

[The strength of our fire blade, the elves will soon know!] 】

"Whew~"

"Whew~"

Thousands of war wolves howled, one after another, carrying their masters on their backs, and galloping quickly on the ground.

(To be continued)