The border area between the Red Ridge Mountains and the Burning Plains.

Durotan sat quietly on a large rock in the middle of the road, polishing his battle axe, while Frostwolf Snow Song lay beside him and hummed, this giant wolf from the boundless snowfield of Frost Fire Ridge had always hated the southern climate.

At this moment, this junction valley has been built into a simple defensive position by the tribe, and the frost wolf clan has been appointed to defend this area to the death, eliminating possible attacks from the rear for the main force of the tribe.

Everyone knows what it means to be broken, either completely destroyed or disabled.

Durotan's sane style has always been considered a sign of cowardice among the tribes polluted by evil energy, and if it weren't for the fact that Ogrim Hammer, an old friend, has been trying to protect him, maybe Durotan and his Frostwolf clan would have been wiped out by the tribe itself by now.

So, now this task of sending him to death naturally falls on his head.

The Frostwolf Clan still maintains the shamanic tradition, and there is not a single sorcerer in the clan, who still follow the ancient glory of the orcs.

True orc warriors are not afraid of any enemy, but they will not sacrifice to death in vain, that is a meaningless act, but it is a pity that Gul'dan's evil power corrupts the orcs of other clans with such impulsiveness and tyranny that they do not deserve to be called glory at all.

Orgrim worriedly asked his old friend what he thought before the main force of the Horde left, but Durotan was calm and seemed to be ready to die a glorious death.

Durotan gave his son, Gouyle, to Orgrim, who vowed to take care of his old friend's only offspring.

At this moment, Durontan's mind was very complicated.

He and the people of the Frostwolf Clan have never forgotten their hometown of Frost Fire Ridge, but they will never be able to go back, and if this contact with humans fails, then this is their final battlefield and grave.

Woo~~Woo~~~

At this moment, a trumpet sound sounded by scouts, interrupting Durotan's thoughts, and the humans were about to arrive.

In the direction of Red Ridge Mountain, a large group of human cavalry was slowly walking towards the main road at the junction with the Burning Plains, and the frostwolf scouts spotted this group of human cavalry from a distance, they held high the banner of the Alliance, as if they were afraid that the scouts would not be able to see, and the speed of the march did not have any intention of attacking.

Durotan sighed heavily after receiving the exact report, and then got up and walked out of the pass with a few of his Overseers.

The two sides stopped at a distance of more than ten meters and held each other.

Durotan took a step forward and yelled, "I want to see the human Grand Chief of the Stormwind Clan!"

Dressed in golden armor, King Ryan dismounted his horse and drove his horse a few steps forward, looking at the orc chief in snow-white wolf skin in front of him.

There was no tyranny in the eyes of this orc, and the complexion was different from the extremely unnatural green and red of the other orcs, but brown skin.

"I'm Ryan Wrynn, King of the Stormwind Kingdom, orc, do you want to see me, are you ready to surrender?" Ryan said in a loud voice.

Du Long laughed rough a few times when he heard this, "Hahahaha, the Frost Wolf Clan will never surrender, and the Frost Wolf Clan is never afraid of any enemy! I want to see you because I want to sit down and make peace with the human race, and the Frost Wolf Clan will not refuse to have one more friend!"

"We humans are equally willing to sit down and communicate and make contact, but unfortunately your beast-like compatriots have never been able to do this. Ryan replied with a sneer.

"Gul'dan ... He and his sorcerers have polluted the glorious horde, the warriors have lost their former nobility and sanity, and he is not only the enemy of you humans, but also a cancer within us orcs, so we share a common goal. ”

"This Durotan is very good at talking. Lothar, who was standing next to Ryan, whispered.

"At least he's willing to sit down and negotiate, and that's a good start. Ryan nodded.

"Huh... Do you dare to show any kind of garbage now?"

At this time, a cold snort spread all around, it was a human mage sitting on the large platform of the carriage that was even more windy than King Ryan's golden-armored war horse, and there were two elven female rangers with long ears standing beside him on the left and right.

Durotan was furious at first, then seemed to sense something, and narrowed his eyes.

"Enemy attack!"

The next moment, a group of green-skinned and red-skinned orcs suddenly appeared on the cliffs on both sides of the main road above the level, and the red-skinned evil orc warriors roared and jumped down, and began to attack the frostwolf clan and the human army indiscriminately.

The green-skinned orc warlocks held their staffs and shot shadow arrows and a rain of fire downwards.

The scene suddenly became chaotic, and Durotan ran a few steps back, turned over and rode his own frost wolf snow song, and directed his people to counterattack the ambushers.

"Help me, humans! these orcs are Gul'dan's Storm Marauder clan, and they are our common enemies!" Durotan cried out as he smashed the head of an orc warrior.

On the human side, there was only a group of cavalry this time, and King Ryan waved his hand to stop the cavalry's restlessness, and then looked at Boss Hu on the moving platform pulled by six horses behind him.

No matter where Boss Hu goes now, he has to take his own "Lazy-001" luxury mobile platform, which is simply lazy to break through the sky.

"Lord Divine Venerable, do you want to help this Frost Wolf Clan? The Red Ridge Mountain Fortress is not far from here, and it won't take long to urgently transfer troops. ”

Hearing this, Hu Feng slowly got up and sneered a few times, "Don't be so troublesome, although I am not lightly injured, there is no problem in dealing with this group of scum." ”

With that, Boss Hu slowly floated up and looked at the orcs in front of him.

"Who gave you the audacity to come here and make trouble? Didn't you see that we were chatting in a friendly way? Didn't Gul'dan know what was going on in Karazhan? He, a wild dog without a master, still wants to die and struggle?"

The rumbling voice of the Titan incarnation was mixed with divine might, filling the mental minds of all the orcs present.

"Get on your knees!"

With a shout of rage, all the orcs looked terrified, and their bodies involuntarily fell to their knees, and the flesh and blood of their knees colliding with the ground were blurred.

The orc warlocks were more sensitive to power, and they trembled like a sieve at the moment, looking at the human mage floating in the air, not daring to resist at all.

The red-skinned orc warriors, whose brains were full of muscles, began to struggle to get back on their feet.

Hu Feng glanced down coldly, waved the staff in his hand, and all the evil orc warriors immediately burst out of dark green evil flames, and pillars of evil flames erupted from their facial features, causing them to let out a hoarse howl of intense pain caused by the burning.

"That's what he did in Quel'Thalas. Sylvanas stood on the platform of the carriage and watched the scene with interest.

Aurelia shook her head slightly, "Wouldn't it be better to kill them directly?" “

"My dear good sister, it is more effective to torture and deter the enemy than to kill them directly, and it seems that I and Sarodar are more compatible with the mind... ”

Before he could finish speaking, he was pinched by Aurelia.

At this moment, the evil orc warriors had all turned into humanoid charcoal, and the orc warlocks on the cliff were also escorted down by the frostwolf orcs, forming a circle in the clearing, bowing their heads in fear.

Durotan was also terrified, no wonder the great chief of the human race had only brought such a small number of people, and he was not afraid of his own danger at all.

With that uncle here, no matter how many enemies come, it won't be enough for him to kill in one round.

Wait a minute... Thinking of this, Durotan suddenly understood something.

Some time ago, Gul'dan suddenly changed his attitude and resolutely gave up the offensive alliance and demanded that the tribe immediately go north.

There is a true god here in the alliance ... He took out another true god who had helped the Horde come to the world of Azeroth.

If you don't leave, the tribe will perish...