Just as the two orcs were talking about the future in the scene of fire and blood, a bright red epidemic suddenly fell from the sky, smashed directly into the front of the castle, and after smashing a large area of buildings, a strong old orc with a height of more than three meters jumped out, dragging a one-handed hammer that didn't look like a few pounds in weight, and ran towards Gouyl and Grom. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

However, when he was not a few steps away from Gouyle, the old orc warrior stopped and stared at the orc youth in front of him, and his eyes showed a look of overlapping remembrance and excitement for a while.

"Guyyle, you look like you..."

The mouth opened and closed, closed and opened, and he was stunned for a long time before the old orc warrior said to the orc youth. As he spoke, he took out a crude necklace from his bosom, and the ornament at the head of the chain was just an orc's fang.

"Your dad's fangs have been prepared for you for years!"

Glancing at the fanged necklace in his hand, the old orc put it on Guyle's hand and said with emotion.

Stunned to take the fangs necklace, originally received more than ten years of human education, should be full of resistance to this kind of barbaric rough necklace, but Gouil obviously felt the kindness in the eyes of the hideous old orc in front of him at this moment, this warmth that he had never felt in the past ten years, today, it is the second time to feel it.

Holding the necklace tightly in his hand, Gouyl looked at the old orc in front of him, and opened his mouth to shout something but didn't know what to say.

"I'm Orgrim, I grew up with your father, call me uncle!"

Grinning, Orgrim Hammer patted the son of his best friend in front of him and turned to look at Grom, who was staring at him.

"Why are you here! Didn't you let your people hide first!"

Seeing that the old guy on the other side was excited to reunite with the son of his good friend, the orc chief did not intervene, and he also knew that the most urgent search for this son of Durotan in the entire remnant tribe was the former tribal chief in front of him.

"Hehe, sure enough, but after more than ten years of peace, the human race, the human race of Lordaeron is so weak, I led people to easily capture the nearby human barrier, and there are no big human defenders in this area!"

As if in response to the words of the old orcs, orc warriors continued to rush into Holdeld and began to participate in the rescue of orc slaves who had been progressing very slowly.

"We don't have that many men! Ogrim! You should know!"

One glance at the orcs gathered around, some of them were orc warriors in simple armor, but most of the others were ragged orc slaves, they were so scrawny that they even walked tremblingly.

A trace of sadness flashed in Grom's eyes, these were once the most loyal and brave warriors of the tribe, but they had exhausted the last bit of fighting spirit and combat strength in the whip of humans and more than ten years of captivity, leaving only a broken body.

"If we are fast enough, we can take the whole of Hillbride! Grom! at least, free the people..."

Glancing around as well, and finally turning his head away from the tragic situation of the clansman in front of him, Orgrim stared at the tribal chief in front of him and continued eagerly.

Although Holdeld is the largest orc concentration camp in Hilbride, it only holds less than 2,000 orcs, and the orcs who were captured at the beginning are tens of thousands of people, although there will definitely be a lot of deaths in the past ten years, but many large and small orc concentration camps are still all over the territory of Lordaeron, especially in the Hilbride area that was the forefront at the beginning.

"We can also contact the frostwolves of Alterant, gather all the forces of the entire Azeroth region, and at least save the entire Hilbride region!"

"Across the big river to the west, is Talenmere, this city is the northern core of the entire Hillbride, and then there is the South Sea City by the sea in the south, as long as these two big cities are captured, the entire Hillbride ruling system will be paralyzed immediately, and we can do a lot of things for a long time!"

Looking at the anxious face of the old orc in front of him, Gouyl suddenly said, he who has received orthodox human education, is naturally very clear about the situation in this area, since he has already paid attention to the news in this regard, and easily gave the most suitable countermeasures for the current situation.

"After World War II, in addition to the necessary military equipment, the entire Hilbride's army has always been very weak! As long as you avoid the territory of Dalaran in the west, it is not difficult to rescue the trapped tribesmen alone!"

After thinking about it again, Gouyl continued.

Gazing at the pair of green meaningless impurities again, Grom lowered his head and thought for a long time, then suddenly raised his head and looked around, a surge of anger gradually formed a huge orc phantom on top of it, and the phantom roared through the sky as the main Grom raised the battle axe in his hand.

"Blood and glory!"

Immediately following the roar of the Great Chief, the two orcs beside him also roared, and immediately, the surrounding orc warriors, even the orcs who had been slaves a few minutes ago, also began to roar.

“lok-tarogar！”...

"Anlidalans, I'm going to borrow you from the Mage Tower in Golden Mist City!

Seeing that Lori's face beside him stiffened suddenly, Kyris immediately calmed down, and then looked at the high-level elf mage with a calm face, and at the same time glanced at Dazerian who gave him the news.

"The mage towers in Golden Mist City, in addition to most of the private mage towers, are those core mage towers that belong to the lord, the former is not a friend, and it is generally not used by you, but unfortunately, I don't have any friends in the golden mist, as for the latter..."

Anlidalance glanced back at the elven city behind him and said, but at the end of the conversation, Dazerien on the side interjected and said.

"Your Highness, the Mage Tower belonging to Golden Mist City, you can use it at any time, this is your power in the first place!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the Elven Ranger's words directly stunned Kyrryth, and at the same time, it also made Anlidalance on the side look at his good friend in shock, and then turned his head to stare at the half-elf mage in front of him.

"No, don't tell me anything, it's too big for me to bear!"

In the blink of an eye, the elven mage who saw Dazerion's mouth moving slightly, retreated one by one, said with some fuss, and instead glanced at Kyrryth, drooped his eyes, and fell into a state of silence.

"Huh!"

With a sneer, he glanced at the pretending Amway Darrans, and Dazerian looked at Kyris again.

"However, mage, you'd better use the mage towers that belong to the lord first, and just show your... Proprietary emblems will do..."

Having already stopped saying anything about the surprise of the high-level elven mage, Kyris glanced at Dazerian with an expression of not asking me, I don't know anything, and after snorting coldly, he turned his head to look outside the barrier.

"How long will this fish-man disaster last..." )