"What's next?"

"That's right, I also said before the war started, those human countries in the north of the continent will definitely not join the alliance until they have experienced the attack of the orc tribe firsthand. ”

Boss Hu paused, and everyone nodded.

The virtues of the kings of the north are still relatively clear to everyone.

After the Storm Kingdom started the war, it immediately sent griffon scouts to the northern countries to inform and warn, as well as describe in detail the powerful power of the orc tribe.

But none of the kingdoms really cared, their nobles were still drunk and dying, and their kings were still immersed in their glorious deeds.

Orc tribes?

That's just an exaggeration on the part of the Stormwind Kingdom, and maybe it's only because your army is so weak that you think the beasts are strong.

The Stormwind Kingdom did not continue to send messengers to this, and King Ryan was too lazy to explain anything.

"So, the next step is to introduce the main force of the tribe into the Red Ridge Mountain area, and then open up a hole in the encirclement, and we will fight hard in the back, no matter what, we must force the main force of the tribe to the north... We are fighting here for life and death, and the northern countries are eating melons and watching dramas? There is no such good thing for them in the world. ”

Lothar rubbed his hands when he heard this, "Lord Divine Venerable, don't worry, just leave it to me, now none of the northern kingdoms except for Kurtilas believe in the threat of orcs, this time I will let that group of orcs go from the direction of the Burning Plains, and let them also taste what the tribe is like." ”

Now, apart from the Kingdom of Stormwind, only the ruler of Kul Tiras, Admiral Daylin Prodmore, believes that the orc horde is a great threat.

This fierce naval tycoon has a filial daughter named Gianna, who has a strong talent and potential for magical sensing, and has been sent to Dalaran for further study.

King Ryan frowned, "Lothar, you have to grasp this degree clearly, our purpose is to reduce our own pressure, and by the way, wake up the countries, not destroy the countries." ”

"Don't worry, Ryan, I know what to do. ”

This is also true, although the Stormwind Kingdom and the Titan Sarodar have bad water in their stomachs, they never wanted to let the northern countries perish.

If the tribe really occupies the northern part of the continent, then it will be a lot of fun.

On the front lines, Merry Winterwind quickly played his role upon his return, heading to the Red Ridge Mountains front line and taking control of the Alliance Mage Regiment, leading them to restart the counterattack.

Merry is extremely good at spiritual links, a set of routines for fighting trolls in the era of the Alaso Empire, and now it is reused on orc warlocks and cannibal magicians, and the spiritual power of hundreds of humans and elven mages is all shared with Merry, and then beats the old tribe buddies fiercely.

The overwhelming flame storm swept through the tribe's position like a tornado, and the fear demon king imprisoned in Merry's body, with the help of Boss Hu, had become a battery-level existence at this moment, and could no longer affect Merry's will, nor could he perceive anything from the outside world, and became an output energy source extremely miserable.

Merry was caught in the flamestorm with many shadows and evil powers, and the unsuspecting warlocks immediately suffered a big loss, and hurriedly retreated with the ogres in heavy casualties.

When only the orc infantry on the battlefield was left with muscles, there was no suspense in the overall battle situation.

With the support of the mages, the main army of humans went out to defeat the vanguard clan army that had fallen into chaos.

On the front line of the Western Wilderness, two giant anti-Goron combat units finally killed the Goron, and as Goron's mountain-like body collapsed to the ground, along with the morale of the Orc Vanguard, they also began to retreat.

At this point, the two defensive lines of the Western Wilderness and Red Ridge Mountain were all turned from defensive to offensive, and the main army was flanked on both sides, driving into the northern area of the fallen Elwyn Forest, chasing the fleeing orc army.

Dark Swamp, the camp of the Dark Gate Tribe.

The Black Hand High Chief was roaring at the moment, and the bodies of the two herald scouts fell to the side, and they were kicked to death by the enraged Black Hand.

"Impossible! How could those cowardly humans defeat the vanguard of the tribe! The chiefs of those clans are all waste!"

Gul'dan sat on the sidelines, his face equally gloomy.

This is completely different from what he promised, the script shouldn't be written like this!

According to the battle reports from the front, the humans have been preparing in advance, waiting for the orc tribe to attack, and they have also built a huge fortress group covering the entire territory of the country.

Moreover, there are elves in the human army, shouldn't this race be nested on the continent across the sea!

On a towering rock at the edge of the camp, Durotan and Orgrim sat silently, looking at the huge orc tribal camp in front of them, their expressions uncontrollably worried.

The swamps are gone, replaced by arid and cracked land.

"Gul'dan's magic is affecting this land, and I heard that humans call this the land of the Damned, heh... It's quite apt, at this rate, this world will soon follow in Draenor's footsteps, and at that time, the orcs will continue to search for the next world?"

Ogrim slammed his powerful fists into the cracks, "Rather than worrying about that, we're going to worry about whether we're going to win... Those humans are not at all as weak as Gul'dan said, they are holding on to the fortress, constantly consuming the lives of our orc warriors, and now that the vanguard has been defeated, I heard that the humans have begun a full-scale counterattack. ”

"We are losing this war, losing the future of the orcs, and that puppet of the Black Hand Great Chieftain that Gul'dan is burying the entire tribe. Durotan muttered.

"Black Hand?" Ogrim scoffed, "yes, he's just Gul'dan's brainless puppet. ”

Stormstorm Fortress.

Lothar strode into the throne room with a group of soldiers, each with blood on their armor, as if they had been in a terrible battle.

In the center of the line was a female orc who was handcuffed, but this female orc was different from those female orcs who were full of strong muscles, this female orc was slender, and her facial features were not exactly orc-like, but somewhat delicate.

"Lord God, Your Majesty, we encountered a small orc infiltration force in the Elwyn Forest, and captured a strange captive, she confessed that she was a half-blood orc, and her mother seemed to be something... Oh, Draenei, the race of the orc world. ”

Boss Hu and King Lane, who were talking, stopped talking and looked at the half-blood female orc.

Queen Talia let out a cry of surprise, and leaned down on her husband's throne with some fear.

The captive orc didn't seem to have the slightest worry or fear, nor did she have any hatred for humans, as if she didn't care about her situation at all, and looked at the throne hall curiously.

"It's her weapon. ”

Lothar took the two long daggers handed by the soldier behind him and placed them on the sand table in the center of the hall.

The shape of the dagger is somewhat rough, as if it was made of the bones of some unknown creature, and it looks like a pair of sharp animal teeth.

Boss Hu looked at the female orcs in the hall who were looking around with interest.

He sensed a trace of energy fluctuations that were hidden deeply.