"Tulayan!"

The familiar voice alarmed Tulayan, who was sitting by the campfire, and he turned to see a burly man in armor running towards him on horseback, the shield engraved with the gold-rimmed lion coat of arms of the Stormwind Alliance, and the greatsword on his back piercing through the shoulder on the other side.

"Lothar?" Tulayan stood up from the campfire in surprise and stared at the leader of Stormwind who was reining in his horse and the man who was also the waver of the Alliance. Then the old man jumped off his horse and tapped him on the back.

"Nice to meet you, kid!" His voice was full of sincerity: "They say you're here!" ”

"Them?" Tulayan asked quizzically

"The elves told us," Tulayan noticed that his former boss, Qiuchen, was also here. I don't know why Tulayan would ignore him if he didn't pay attention, "I heard that you did a good job in the battle of Kazmodan, you seem to be more suitable to be a commander than me."

"I've just gotten a lot of help," Tulayan said humbly, complimenting Autumn Dust, "By the way, sir, sir, I just got Admiral Prodmoor's report on the naval battle"

"Tell us about it" Qiuchen and Lothar sat down around the campfire, according to Tulayan, Prodmore did destroy all the orc ships that rushed into the ambush circle, and the entire sea south of Fort Riptide was almost full of orc corpses, but Orgrim was cunning, he divided his troops into two parts, and the other part managed to bypass Kul Tiras's fleet and land near the wetlands

"They now have less than a third of the number of warriors left before " Lothar said as he chewed his bread, he was no longer the man he was young, and the long march had made him look more tired than Khadgar and Tulayan, "and we blocked the mountain road, which meant he had nowhere to run and no reinforcements"

"We can't say for sure how many orcs in the other world are preparing to enter Azeroth through the door until we blow up the Dark Gate," Autumn Dust was not so optimistic. He didn't want to run into Grom on the battlefield. Hell roars.

Right now, the Warsong Clan isn't at war, or rather hasn't pulled out of Draenor yet. The Broken Hand Clan of Kargas did not appear, and the Shadow Moon Clan of Naozu did not follow Gul'dan into Azeroth, and the humans have done their best, if something really happens, then the humans are likely to be beaten back to Lordaeron again, and now the only large clans that Qiu Chen can recognize are Thor, Blood Cave and Blackstone, but this is enough trouble

"Okay, we can divide our forces and let some of the soldiers go to the Dark Gate," Tulayan suggested, "The main force of the orcs is trapped here, and the strength to guard the Dark Gate will definitely not be too strong, if we can destroy that gate in advance, we can safely deal with the remaining orcs."

"It is absolutely impossible to divide the troops" Qiuchen directly rejected Tulayan's suggestion, "We did not defeat the orcs, even if their number is drastically reduced now, they still have strong combat effectiveness"

"Orcs!" Before Qiu Chen could finish speaking, a herald ran over in a panic, "It's an orc!" They broke through our defenses! ”

"What?" Lothar threw down the food in her hand and turned over on her horse, but was then grabbed by Qiu Chen

"Wait! Lothar! Qiuchen grabbed the reins of the war horse, "I'll deal with the loopholes in the defense line, I'm worried about whether it will be just a sound attack from the orcs, don't let other places make mistakes"

Lothar glanced at Qiuchen and sighed, "Just do what you say."

"Also" Qiu Chen pulled out his long sword, although it was not the Ash Messenger he used before, but with the current level of human forging, it was also a good weapon "I need your sword"

Lothar looked at Qiu Chen's eyes and smiled helplessly, "Is this also part of the legend?" as he spoke, he untied Quelzaram and handed it to Qiu Chen. Tulayan on the side looked at them with wide eyes and puzzled eyes

"I'm not a legend" Qiu Chen shook his head, looking at the giant sword shining with golden runes in his hand, "I just did what I needed to do, and in a moment you will understand why I did it"

Qiuchen turned around and patted Tulayan on the shoulder, "Come on, Tulayan, your abilities are definitely beyond your imagination, and if you encounter any dangerous problems outside of Azeroth in the future, you must not risk it alone, understand?"

"Sorry sir, I don't know"

"You'll know later," Qiuchen smiled slightly, turned over and rode his war horse, "Uther!" Come with me with a silver hand! I need your help! ”

When Qiuchen approached the front line, he clearly heard the sound of battle, and he couldn't tell what clan the orcs who rushed into the human defense line. They were huge, with thick arms and strong thighs, their hair tied together like a bird's crest or a horse's mane, their weapons were relatively sophisticated compared to other orcs, their iron axes and broadswords brought a rain of blood to humans with every slash, their green skin was covered in tattoos, and most of them wore small pieces of metal or what looked like bones on their ears, noses, lips, and foreheads.

"Silver Hand!" Without Qiu Chen's words, Uther led the other twelve paladins to rush directly into the crowd of orcs. The light filled around them like smoke, and they smashed into the orc array like a golden hammer. They were determined monks and skilled knights, and the mad orcs were suddenly halted as if they had touched an iron plate

Qiuchen looked around the battlefield, but never found the person he was looking for. A few orcs who saw the golden rune sword in his hand and wanted to pounce were picked off by him a few times.

But the tide of battle here had just stabilized, and a sentry ran over with a wheezing breath, "Commander! West! The orc attack is here again! ”

Another attack?

Qiu Chen raised his head and looked up at the fortress on the Black Rock Mountain. Orgrim wouldn't have any more warriors to attack a third time, and he wasn't one to cower in a fortress and watch his men die

Thinking of this, he immediately rode his horse to the battlefield to the west, and after four orcs who tried to get in the way, he saw that in the center of the battlefield, the orcs were constantly encroaching on the human defense line with six ogres as the center. These ogres were not like the brute force only ogres that Qiu Chen had seen before, and the six big men swept away the human soldiers around them through tactical coordination

But what caught Qiu Chen's attention even more was the tall orc in the middle of the ogre, the long tassel flicking from side to side as he swung the huge black war hammer in his hand, smashing the Alliance soldiers to pieces with each blow, this orc moved quickly and cautiously, even though he was still wearing huge black plate armor. At the same time, his eyes were gray full of wisdom, not bloodthirsty red

When looking at Qiu Chen, the orc's eyes dilated slightly, and it seemed that he had understood what kind of character Qiu Chen was among humans, and the latter had also found the target he was looking for

Ogrim. Hammer of Doom!