Chapter 839: The Path of Misery
Parallel to the world of Draenor, not to mention the local wars that are breaking out all over the world, just the largest war of aggression and counter-aggression, the scale of overall victory is constantly tilting towards the side of the Azeroth colonial coalition.
The main fronts of the Orthodox tribes are being lost one after another, and their military strongholds are falling one after another, especially the two hardest-hit areas of Frostfire Ridge and Tanaan Jungle, where the control of the Orthodox tribes is almost on the verge of collapse.
Needless to say, the expeditionary army of the Night Empire is scurrying around this jungle area, shooting here and setting fire there, and the Blood Ring Clan wants to die, and hates this group of long-eared people with delicate facial features and slender and sexy bodies.
However, it is not clear what the reason is, this group of long-eared elves did not attack the Hellfire Fortress in the middle of the region, but only completely encircled, only allowed to enter but not to leave, and the Blood Ring Clan was like being driven out of the piglets, either fleeing to other areas, or being forced into the Hellfire Fortress.
And in the Frost Fire Ridge area, the situation there is also not much better, the elite troops of the new tribe, the Glory Warband, are marching forward, the Frostwolf Clan has abandoned the city and lost ground, the defense line is retreating day by day, and the current latest frontline positions can already clearly see the Dota Fort not far away.
Old Chief Durotan made an important speech in the Tribe's fortress located in the coastal area of Frostfire Ridge: "Keep fighting! Kill them! For the sake of the Tribe!"
Well... All in all, the orc buddies on both sides of the war are now fighting for their respective tribes.
Especially those native orcs born in the world of Azeroth, they have extremely no good feelings for these old diehards born in Draenor, especially in the parallel world of Draenor, then the disgust value is even more off the charts, and when they fight, they are all dead, without any regard for the feelings of the same race.
Some of the elite orc brothers also wear the Heart of Azeroth artifact necklaces, and the few elite groups who wear the artifact necklaces call themselves the warriors of Azeroth, or the spokesmen of Azeroth, and their motto is to share the fate and breath with their home planet.
But what does this have to do with me, I am a warrior of Azeroth, Lao Tzu is a serious orc, you Draenor mountain cannons are not serious orcs at first glance, you are fighting you!
Well, as the saying goes, there is no worst, only worse, don't look at the hot fight on this side of Frost Fire Ridge, and the fight in another area is even more miserable.
The tripartite combined army composed of the Northern Alliance led by Lordaeron, the Dalaran Mage Legion, and the neutral camp forces in the north of the continent such as Silver Dawn has now landed on the Plain of Franlon, a giant island near the mainland in the northeast of the continent, and the Mocking Skull Clan living there in the era has been beaten to the ground.
The old buddies of the new tribe are ruthless in fighting, and the group of human buddies of the Northern Alliance will have no pressure, and the implementation of the three-light policy is called a thorough, where to fight, where to scavenge, and after the looting, it will be swept away, so that the follow-up engineering construction team will build the city walls and fortresses in situ, and completely develop towards human colonization.
After the last of the major city fortresses were breached, the Mocking Skull Clan fell into a total rout retreat, and there was no place for them on the giant island near the mainland, and if they didn't run, they would really die.
As a result, the remnants of the Mocking Skull Clan's defeated generals began to cross the sea in large numbers to the Gollund region, and then fled in the direction of Frostfire Ridge.
It was an extremely difficult and painful long march, and the Mock Orcs had to not only evade the Northern Alliance, but also face the local indigenous races that lived in the Gollund region during those days.
And the strength of these natives is not weak, all of them are ruthless.
Huge as a hill, the Margolon giants roam the northern regions and take pleasure in killing, and the orcs are nothing more than a bunch of small moving toys that can be eaten as snacks when they are tired of playing.
On the way through the northern region, the fleeing Mock Skull Clan suffered losses no less than those inflicted on them by the Northern Alliance, resulting in a large number of casualties.
They managed to get out of Margolon's territory, and before they could breathe a sigh of relief, a new roadblock appeared.
The Margolon Giant's nemesis, the only Ancestor Thorn that can go head-to-head with them, and their companion race, the Treants, also began to attack the Mocking Skull, an uninvited intruder.
Don't look at the ancestor thorn beast and forest spirit are both natural creatures, living with the great forest or various plants all day long, but their personalities are not at all compatible with the gentle force of nature, and they are completely different from the druids of the world of Azeroth.
They generally don't kill intruders outright, but capture them alive and then use a special plant spores to take over the brains and spirits of the invaders, turning them into puppets of the forest, turning them into their walking dead, and providing more slaves for their old nest of eternal woodlands.
With such a tragic ending, it is better to be killed on the spot by the Margolon giants, at least they kill people simply and rudely.
Not only that, but the Mocking Skull Clan also had to deal with hordes of adventurers roaming the world of Draenor, and these slave trappers were even more dangerous than Margolon and the Primal Thorn Beast.
These invading bandits from the world of Azeroth, the spatial rings are filled with countless slavery rune contracts, forming a team or team with incomparable tacit cooperation, looking for opportunities to make a fortune everywhere.
The third invasion of other worlds, the specific operation process is already familiar with the road, whether you can make a fortune, return to your hometown to be a landowner, it depends on the current trembling, trembling, the bicycle becomes a motorcycle, and the gold coins are greatly dropped.
Orc slaves, this high-end specialty product is very popular in the world of Azeroth, and has always been in short supply.
After all, it is now a seller's market, and the slave trade has been in a state of slump since the end of the Dark Tide Orc War.
This is not surprising, after all, the orc buddies of the New Tribe and the Iron Tribe have all become a part of the world of Azeroth, and have also become the mainstream race on the front line, and their international status and alliance are equal, so whoever dares to enslave them is a crime, and if they are caught, they will be executed, and they will not be tried.
Now that the opportunity has come again, looking forward to the stars and the moon, and finally looking forward to such a large gold producing area, the slave catcher team that has been silent for many years is naturally popular again.
Orcs, Orcs, Orcs! These are moving piles of gold!