Tearing off the thorns in front of him, Orgrim looked at the palm that had been cut open with a scarlet hole, but it was as if it was not his own palm at all. Pain doesn't frighten him, it only calms him down.

"Great Chief, continuing to climb these mountains and forests is too much of a burden for our wolves and soldiers. ”

Hearing this, Orgrim turned his head to see that it was not Sarufar, but his other lieutenant, Red Blackhand, Blackhand's eldest son.

After Orgrim killed Blackhan, he had thought about whether or not to deal with his children as well, but Red held control of the elite vanguard selected from the Blackstone Clan, Blacktooth Smirk, and if he was dealt with for no reason, it would surely shake the foundation of his Great Chief.

Moreover, Blackhan's two children, Red and Maim, were strengthened and spawned by evil magic at an early age, and tyranny and anger took over their brains, so much so that Orgrim didn't take them seriously at all, waiting for them to be dominated by hatred to find trouble for him.

But as soon as he became the Great Chief, Red and Maim submitted to his rule with a smirk of black teeth.

He had thought of many reasons, but in any case, these two restless factors could help him win this war, and he didn't care about anything in the end. That's not his character.

"High Chief, I'm not questioning your decision, but is it really necessary to make such a big detour to attack Lordaeron?"

"That's what you question. Orgrim didn't explain, just looked ahead, and as Red was about to exit with his rebuttal, hundreds of figures that almost merged with the forest appeared in their sight.

First of all, a tall, green-skinned man with one arm: "Greetings from Amani, Grand Chief of the Tribe. ”

Looking at the scarf-wrapped troll, Orgrim laughed, "So, you're Zulkin?"

Unbeknownst to the Alliance, the Horde didn't move Hinterland just to avoid it. The Amani trolls, while Zuaman is under siege by Queldore day and night, his master, Zurkin, finally gives up the possibility of resisting alone. Under pressure, he had to seek help from the trolls of the Evil Branch who had settled in Hinterland.

The Evil Branch, also a forest troll, thrived in Hinterland, and although the Hammer Dwarves limited their expansion to a certain extent, they still built a magnificent city in the forests southeast of Hinterland, Cynsaro, which rivaled Zuaman.

They are both forest trolls, and their territories are so close, and the hidden rivalry makes Zurkin unwilling to compromise in front of the evil branch tribe unless he is forced to do so. To this end, he did not hesitate to travel a long way, and also sent his subordinates to the valley of thorns in the south.

However, Gulabash did not find it, but found the tribe that was rapidly expanding in the south.

Thus, a political deal was cleverly struck.

Amani Trolls join the Horde in attacking Lordaeron, and the Horde helps Amani and pacifies Quel'Thalas.

Of course, if it is the current Amani tribe, it is not worth Ogrim to lower his stature, what really makes him tempted is another reason.

"This forest is also inhabited by my other people, the Evil Branch and the Evil Fang, who have been oppressed by the Hammer Dwarves in Hinterland for a long time, and if we show them the power of the Horde, they will surely join us. Zurkin looked excited when he said this. It's no wonder that from the very beginning of asking for help to the current Shi Wei, the role change is too exciting.

"Good, but, we're pressed for time. The Coalition will soon react, and if Quel'Salas can't be attacked for a long time, we are likely to find ourselves in a situation where we are in a situation where we are attacked from the back. That's exactly what Orgrim was thinking, but he didn't do exactly what the other man wanted, "Zulkin, you leave a few guides. Sarufar, you take half of your men and follow them to find the trolls. ”

"I will definitely make them serve the tribe. Capturing the fierceness on the Great Chief's face, Sarufar nodded heavily.

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"There, my lord, look there!"

Hearing the adjutant's shout, Kudran Brute Hammer shifted the griffon's direction by tugging at the reins, staring down in the direction of the adjutant's finger.

Yes, there it is. ！

His sharp eyes caught the objects, and he immediately kicked the griffin with his heel, and Scarley responded with a long howl, tightening his wings and diving. As the distance closes, Kudran sees the monsters that are walking through the forest below.

Greenskins?trolls?

No, their steps were heavy, and even though they were far away, Kudran could spot the trails left by the green-skinned monsters through the bushes. Compared to the forest trolls, who are no less familiar with the forest than the elves, their movements are too clumsy.

Whatever these ugly monsters were, though, they shouldn't have entered the Hammer Dwarves' forest.

"Come with me, boys, and drive these ugly bastards out of our forests!" said Kudran clamped Scarley, who swooped down again with a long howl. The wind whipped against the dwarven's weather-beaten skin, and the braided beard and hair were flocked behind him like a meteor wrapped in flames.

No, not one, it's a squadron of hundreds of griffins.

Shadows and chirps from above caught the attention of the orc troops, but when they looked up, they were greeted by terrifying howls.

Bang bang bang......

The scalp-filling sound of collision echoed through the crowd, and the crunch of skulls shattering came and went. I saw a huge hammer falling from the sky, and some of them even bounced into another orc after smashing the helmet of the orc soldiers.

Arrays of soldiers were unrecognizable at the screams, but before they could come to their senses, the griffons swept overhead, and the sharp claws of large birds of prey easily tore apart the orcs' bodies, or grabbed them by the shoulders and soared into the air, letting them go at a high enough height to let them fall into the meat sauce.

At the same time, the hammer in the pool of blood actually flew back into the rider's hand without the help of any external force. As the griffons flipped around in the air, the air force was ready for the next air strike.

But the tribe is not a soft persimmon to be kneaded.

Kudran's gaze wandered through the ranks of orcs, and he soon found the tall orc in the crowd who had no panic on his face despite shouting.

Without saying a word, the griffin lord and his subordinates attacked again, aiming directly at the enemy's command hinterland.

However, the guarded orcs did not sit still.

Shout!

The howl, so fast that even Kudran didn't react, suddenly brushed his ears, and with it, the screams of the riders behind him farther and farther away.

"Slow!Rise!" Sensing that something was wrong, Kudran immediately tightened the reins, and with his tacit understanding with Scalley, the griffin spread its wings and rose into the air at the first time. At the same time, a spear burst through the air almost stuck to Scarley's tail.

Not only spears, but also some orcs with amazing arm strength picked up their battle axes and threw them directly. For a moment, the griffin knight, who was a little slower to react, was full of grief, and the wounded griffin and dwarf fell to the ground like raindrops.

"Damn! It's the trolls! they're teaming up with those ugly monsters!" looked at the trolls poking their heads out of the shadows of the trees, Kudran's face was full of anger, and then he decisively reversed direction, "Boys, kill those shameless trolls first!"

Taking advantage of the gap between enemy attacks, the flying squadron fell like thunder. Although the scattered formation was a little less powerful, it made the enemy's attacks lose sight of one or the other, and it was a mess.

Even with just one more squadron of 100 men, Kudran was confident that he would defeat these ugly monsters, but the reality was always unsatisfactory.

As the battle continued, both sides suffered losses, and although the Horde suffered heavy losses in comparison, the flying squadron was nearly halved. The sheer numerical inferiority made Kudran want to crush his gums, and in desperation, he slowly raised the hammer.

"My lord, over there!"

Just as Kudran was about to give the order to retreat, he was interrupted by the shouts of the adjutant. Turning their heads, they saw the trolls hiding in the woods fleeing in panic, countless arrows chasing after them.

An entire army of heavily armed human soldiers followed.

Seeing that the enemy's ranged troops were being blocked, Kudran laughed and drove the griffon into a dive: "Come on, boys, kill these ugly bastards!"