"Let's go!" Ogrim shouted, "grab your gear and get moving!"

He looked at the mighty army below, and the leaders of the various clans shouted and shoved their subordinates to get them into place as quickly as possible. Then, he turned around, and Zurkin was standing next to him with an angry face.

"Something?"

"Of course!" Overseer straightened up, not as big as the other man, but his height made him stiffer, "You promised me to defeat Quel'Thalas, you can't be untrustworthy!"

"Don't believe it?" Ogrim smiled slightly sarcastically, "Are you embarrassed to say that?"

"You said you knew the elven land, you said you could solve this magic barrier, but now, if you want us to help you tear down the elven wall, then show your sincerity and strength, instead of wasting my time here!"

"You ......" Zulkin clenched his fists, but after carefully looking at the eager orcs in front of him, he held back his anger, "Our covenant is built on the ruins of Silvermoon City, and since you say so, the tribe does not want to get a single soldier of Amani." ”

The hammer of destruction narrowed his eyes, and the atmosphere between the two of them gradually became scorching at this moment.

"Great Chief. ”

Before the smell of gunpowder reached a critical point, a rotten voice suddenly intervened between the two: "I want to discuss something with you. ”

"I'll talk about it later, I'm busy. Without looking back, Orgrim's voice was very low, like rolling thunder.

However, Gul'dan did not let this hold back: "I wish I could stay here with my clan for a while, the magic of the elves is very interesting, they give me inspiration, maybe I can try to transform the Storm Altar and break their defenses." ”

The Storm Altar, the magical altar that Gul'dan and the Warlocks built out of runestone fragments, is also the source of the Ogre's great power.

Orgrim frowned tightly, not because of Gul'dan's sudden upheaval, but because he still didn't trust the rickety orc. Admittedly, the two-headed ogre created by Gul'dan played a crucial role in the battle to seize the land of Quel'Thalas.

"The Amani trolls know the mountains and forests, and they are the best guides you can get to Lordaeron as fast as you can. Gul'dan stepped forward and whispered in the voice of only two people, "I will stay and help them defeat Quel'Thalas, so that you can continue to use their power to attack Lordaeron, this is the only way to get the best of both worlds." ”

Orgrim fell silent, though his heart was full of vigilance, but what Gul'dan said made sense.

"Do as fast as you can. In the end, the Great Chief chose to compromise, but he did not fully believe in Gul'dan's loyalty, "Zulushid, you stay, and if he can't remove the elf's magic in a short time, then immediately bring him with us." ”

Under the ravage of the red dragon, almost a quarter of the High Elves' home was scorched, and the corners of Gul'dan's mouth rose more and more as he saw the horde's army swaggering away from sight as they stepped on the coke.

"Are you all ready?" he didn't look back, but the solid sense of oppression behind him was all too familiar to him.

"Everything is in place. (Leave it to us!)" Gugar nodded at both of his heads, but the more calm one clearly had something to say, "But Zuluhid and his dragon cub are staring at us. ”

"Don't worry, even if he knew about our plans, he wouldn't dare do anything about it, and by the time he reported to the Hammer of Doom, we would have disappeared from the coastline of this continent. ”

Gugar had doubted it, but it had proved once again that he could be trusted, at least in the plans in which the warlock had personally participated.

"I'll go down and make arrangements. ”

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The moon was dark and the wind was high, and Orgrim struggled to make out the weed-covered path. I don't know how long it took, but he turned the corner and walked into the valley, and his vision finally widened.

"Anyone?" suddenly shuddered somewhere in the night.

"I'm coming. Orgrim looked around, making sure that no one else could stop him before he had succeeded in killing the thin little man, and he walked to where the moonlight could reach.

As the distance closed, Orgrim could visibly smell a familiar smell. The human wrapped in a veil was clutching a finely crafted sword. However, the blade, which was not worn, made him realize that the stranger had never used it.

He suddenly felt bored, why did he always make deals with these cowards or conspirators, why couldn't he be a warrior?

He had seen the man who commanded the battle in Quel'Thalas, and he had seen another in the Hillsbrad Hills, and they had both impressed him. They are all warriors, seeking supreme honor.

But then again, he also knew that this kind of warrior would not ask for this kind of meeting like the person in front of him.

"You, are you Orgrim Doomhammer?, the Grand Chief of the Tribe?" the man silently stepped back half a step back, fearful with a hint of gourmath, "Do you speak the lingua franca?"

"Why, do you think the tribe is just a bunch of wild men?" Ogrim chuckled lowly.

"No, as you can tell from the letter I sent you. It's just that the proficiency of your lingua franca is really amazing. ”

"You surprised me, too, at least for a moment. In a high position, the political skills of business and business are always around him, and although Ogrim does not like it, he does not stubbornly refuse to accept it, "I never thought that humans would contact me, especially through birds like this." ”

"Yes, it will ensure that our meeting is private enough. The man breathed a sigh of relief and performed the standard aristocratic etiquette toward the Hammer of Doom.

With this action, the distance between the other party narrowed slightly, and Orgrim noticed that the spotless silk black robe on his body, the delicate embroidery was full of nobility and elegance.

The Great Chief let out a muffled snort, as if he disdained to deal with it, and went straight to the point: "So, what do you want from me?"

"A commitment is also a reciprocal transaction. ”

"You are a great warrior, and I am sure that you can easily restrain the actions of your men with even a single word. The man bowed again, and looked unusually humble and respectful in both words and actions, "I hope that among the mountains of Alterac there will be no killing, no looting, and no other atrocities." To ensure that my cities, villages, and my people can continue to live and work in peace. ”

Ogrim carefully pondered the strength and status behind this man through his words, which was easy: "You say it's a deal, I want to know, tribe, what can you get out of it?"

The man smiled, and gestured, revealing his friendliness: "I know you need a passage, a shortcut to Lordaeron. And the Alterac Mountains, on the other hand, are the best choice. ”

"But this is an easy road to defend and difficult to attack, and once the offensive pace is delayed, the league will react quickly. I'm not questioning the power of the Horde, but at the time, the tragic loss was probably not what you wanted. ”

"As long as you accept my request, I assure you that the tribe will be able to pass through the mountains unharmed and appear directly on the woodland border of Lordaeron. ”

Orgrim paused, and then slowly walked forward in the frightened eyes that the other party was trying to suppress. The distance between the two of them was only a sword, and even through the veil, the Great Chief could easily see the fear on his face. In addition to this, a hint of cunning and shrewdness brought the figure of Gul'dan to his mind.

The orc warlock who only cares about himself, but does not dare to betray the stronger power because of his cowardice.

"Good. Doomhammer smiled, "This is indeed a reciprocal deal. ”

"That's fine. The robed man laughed too, clapping his hands like a child, "I knew you would be reasonable." ”

Then, he took out a rolled-up piece of parchment from his bosom: "Here is a map and arming of this area, I have marked a clear road for you." ”

"I assure you that as long as you keep your promise, not a single Alterac people will appear in front of the Horde. ”

"Yes, I believe you. The Hammer of Doom took the map, but did not open it immediately, but looked down at the other party with a condescending and sharp gaze, until the other party's body trembled significantly, and a trace of contempt clearly flashed on his face, "I believe in your courage. ”

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