Stormstorm, the king's private meeting room.

Boss Hu's beautiful sick days were finally over, and he reluctantly jumped up from the bed and began to work with King Ryan and Lothar to implement the next battle plan.

To put it simply, it is the two of them who are cooing and gurgling, planning a big drama to expel the evil orc tribe to plague the northern kingdoms.

As a result, the coalition army, which was originally swaggering for an all-out counteroffensive, changed its style of play overnight, and the overall style became much more obscene.

With ulterior motives, they began the classic tactic of encircling three missing one, completely opening the direction of the northern part of the Red Ridge Mountain to the Burning Plains to the tribes, and then launched a siege from the other three directions.

For the gradual closing of the encirclement, this is a rope around the neck of the tribe, and if you don't respond quickly, you will soon be hanged on the southern continent.

And at this moment, the various joining chiefs of the tribe are not willing to continue to fight a tug-of-war with the alliance here, everyone is here to grab land and food to build a new home, not to consume and die.

The league is not afraid of tug-of-war because of their solid rear, constant supply and home-court advantage.

And what about the tribe, what is left in that broken, desperate world behind the tribe?

Therefore, the call to go north is getting louder and louder, and all the chiefs have this idea.

This is true, the world is so big, why do you want to catch the alliance here, the land of the northern countries is much larger than the alliance.

Coupled with the fact that Gul'dan seemed to have received some news, his attitude suddenly changed drastically, and for the first time he showed a frightened expression and insisted on staying away from the alliance.

No one knew what he had discovered, and the powerful old warlock was reluctant to reveal it to the public, as if to stabilize the morale of the army.

Therefore, for various reasons, the Great Chief of the Black Hand had to give an order to leave the Blood Ring Clan to guard the dark gate of the Cursed Land, and the main army of the tribe would migrate towards the northern part of the continent, through the Burning Plains region all the way north, and finally reach the wetland area in the middle of the Eastern Kingdom's continent.

The Dark Gate of the Cursed Lands cannot be lost, and although there are no follow-up reinforcements left in the shattered world of Draenor, it is at least the home of the former homeland, and there are still the old and weak forces of the Maghan clan left there.

After making the decision, the main army of the Horde immediately moved and began to move northward along the burning plains that the Alliance forces had caught.

When passing through the Danmoro region and the Lokmodan region, the tribe did not think about pushing a wave of dwarves, but this group of dead dwarves relied on the newly built fortress group, with the Iron Fort as the core, and retreated behind the city walls and in the depths of the mountains, and did not dare to kill.

Originally, when passing through the Burning Plains and the Scorching Canyon, the tribe's material consumption was already seriously insufficient, and now the icy and snowy environment of Dan Moro made it even more difficult for the tribe to replenish, so after trying to attack and being beaten into a dog, the tribe decisively abandoned this place and continued north.

Eventually, the Horde army came to a halt in the wetlands and began to recuperate.

The climate of the Eastern Kingdom continent has begun to gradually cool, and a cold air blowing from the Northrend continent has swept the entire continent, so the orc tribe has temporarily stopped the offensive and is ready to wait until the temperature warms up before continuing to attack the Arathi Highlands in the north of the wetlands.

The wetlands had now become the only front-line battleground, and the military fortress Minahir Harbor, built by humans and dwarves, and the mountain tunnel that connected to the Lokmodan region in the high mountains, were now heavily guarded.

The tribal army camped near the Saldo Bridge, completely cutting off the communication arteries between the north and south continents.

However, both sides maintained great restraint in the wars in the wetlands, and there were no major battles other than skirmishes and encounters.

The alliance really doesn't want to fight, the tribe is in urgent need of rest and supplies, coupled with this cold day, the cold wind is blowing, everyone wants to huddle in a warm room or around the campfire, holding a delicate beauty to do some creative business.

In the south of the continent, the Kingdom of Stormwind.

Stormwind has now turned into a sea of celebration.

The orc tribe has finally been driven away, as for where they are going to harm next, what does this have to do with our Storm Kingdom? Orcs are not raised by us, and we don't care where they like to go...

The front-line troops from all over the country began to withdraw one after another, returning to Stormwind City to be inspected by the king and cheered by the people, and at this moment the morale of all the people in the kingdom was extremely high, especially those veterans who were fighting on the front line, and they were not afraid of the orcs.

The banner of the Alliance dyed Stormwind blue, with King Ryan standing on a high platform in front of Stormwind Fortress with his golden sword held aloft, and Queen Talia and Prince Varian standing behind the king with the same excitement on their faces.

"Long live the King!"

"Hooray!

"For Stormwind! For the Alliance!"

King Ryan received the cheers of the people, which should be the highest praise and affirmation for a king.

That's when Ryan felt a blow in his ear.

"Your Majesty, the Duke of Boval has an urgent matter to report to you, and he is waiting in the King's Hall at this moment. Garona's voice whispered.

Ryan nodded slightly, motioned for Queen Talia to continue the celebration in his place, and returned to Stormwind Fortress with the guards.

In the king's hall, people were all there, and even the Lord of Sarodar appeared.

"What happened?"

Ryan strode over to the sand table in the center of the hall and looked at the grave-looking Grand Duke of Bolval.

"Your Majesty, the Frostwolf Clan, who is in charge of breaking off the main force of the Horde, their chief wants to talk to you face-to-face. ”

As he spoke, the Grand Duke of Berval pointed to the area where the Red Ridge Mountain meets the Burning Plains on the sand table of war, where there is a road in a valley with cliffs on both sides.

"It's strange that the chief of the Frostwolf Clan wants to see me. Ryan let out a long hum and stared at the sand table in front of him.

"Durotan and his Frostwolf Clan are noble and sane clans, and they didn't initially agree to invade the world of Azeroth, nor did they approve of Gul'dan's evil magic, so their situation in the tribe has not been very good. ”

"Ahh A poor child who was ostracized began to find a way out for himself. Lothar sat down on the table on the other side and laughed.

Ryan then looked at the Titan Divine Venerable sitting next to him, "Lord Divine Venerable, I remember that before the war, you mentioned that this Frostwolf Clan belongs to the rational sect and can communicate with each other, right?"

Boss Hu nodded when he heard this, "That's right, it's the only remaining orc clan that has not been polluted and degraded by evil energy." ”

"Ryan, it's good to go and see it, since Lord Divine Venerable has said that this frostwolf clan is different from other tribal clans, maybe this is a breakthrough point. Madison's old body sat on the soft fur chair beside him, and he coughed and spoke.

Lothar laughed and got up, walked over and patted Medivan on the shoulder, "You're doing a good job as a staff officer now, old friend." ”

Medivin shook his head slowly, "I just want to make up for my mistakes as much as possible. ”

"It's not your fault, Medivan, an evil spirit that has been lurking in you since you were even born, and you can't resist it. Boss Hu took a sip of moonshine wine, and also opened his mouth to comfort the former guardian who was a little depressed.

Medivan nodded gratefully at the two of them, having been in a deep state of self-reproach since he had been freed from Sargeras's control, and now he was much better comforted by his friend's comfort.

But fault is fault, and the world will only say that Medivan is responsible for all this, no matter who the soul that manipulates the body is.