Anomaly Of Warcraft

Small-scale harassment, gradual increase in troops, leaving traces, setting bait and ambush.

When Gul'dan was young, he also fought against the brutal oppression of the ogres and for the freedom of all Draenor orcs.

So don't look at being a shaman in the early years, and now the converted sorcerer has mixed into the ranks of the Lord, Gul'dan is also a ruthless character who can carry a knife and chop people and lead troops to fight.

Thinking that Gul'dan, who was nominated in the ranking of the Top Ten Outstanding Orc Youth in Shadowmoon Valley, didn't need to use his brain to arrange such a small-scale tactical arrangement.

The trap is not afraid of the old, and the method is not afraid of the old, as long as it works.

So, at the expense of three hundred supporting trolls that acted as decoys, Zujin's army wiped out the more than a thousand high elven ranger soldiers. And the backup guard watching from a distance was blocked by Gul'dan and his death knights.

In this battle, the forces of the Quel'Thalas Kingdom in the east of Eversong Forest appeared in a vacuum zone. According to the military code, Silvermoon City took at least three days to discover the anomaly, plus the wrangling of condemning troops, not a week. There is no way to organize Zul'jin's trolls and Gul'dan's orcs to do whatever they want in this area.

"Gul'dan, I have to say, I underestimated your talents. Although three hundred Amani warriors gave their lives, it was a great victory. The gadgets you made are very useful. We no longer fear the little tricks of elves. Without these pretending things, trolls are fearless."

Although Zujin was arrogant, but not stupid, the troll leader showed his due respect for those who could help him.

"No, Lord Zujin, I just provided a little help for the tribe, for the covenant between the orcs and the trolls, and for everyone's final victory. The whole plan is actually so crude and unsightly. It is the warrior of Zuaman. Our lofty sacrifices have resulted in the tribe’s victory. The glory belongs to the great Zujin, and to Amani!"

There is no defect in IQ for those who can be mixed into the Faye. When Gul'dan said this in a troll language, Zul'jin and his men thought that Gul'dan, an orc, was actually okay.

Well, although this orc is not good, he is actually pretty good. Gul'dan is a good comrade, and this friend is worth making. It's probably like this.

"Master Zujin, in order to better study the enchantment of the elves, I need as many runestones as possible. But my manpower is limited. If your team finds something similar and suspicious during the assault, please do your best. Inform me in detail. The more samples, the faster the cracking work progresses. Without this damn enchantment, the elves will be slaves and food under the control of the great Amani troll."

Seeing that the atmosphere was similar, Gul'dan finally stated his purpose.

"Well, what you said is right and reasonable. Gul'dan, you have proven your worth in previous battles. Zujin now recognizes you as a friend of the Amani troll. For friends, the troll is not stingy. You This reasonable request will be satisfied by our trolls. If the order is passed down, something that is suspected of being an elven runestone will be reported as soon as possible."

With Zujin's promise, Gul'dan showed a simple smile.

"Everything is for the Horde, for the friendship between the orcs and the trolls, for the Chief Orgrim."

"Master, you just laughed so disgusting." Tyrone Gorefi said to Gul'dan after leaving the troll.

"I hate trolls, their skin color, their fangs, and the smell on them. But isn't it great to be able to use words and expressions to achieve goals? Wisdom is even more precious when power is insufficient. ." Gul'dan returned to his usual cold expression before under his hand.

"Master, although my body is human now, I am still proud of my identity as an orc." Tyrone Gorefiend said.

"What then? What do you want to express?" Gul'dan turned his head and squinted at Tyrone Gorefiend at a 45-degree angle.

"I think there is a problem with your description." Tyrone Gorefiend replied.

"What's the problem." Gul'dan was extremely patient with his strongest and most loyal subordinates.

"Because of the fusion of human memory, it seems to me that the orcs and the trolls are all green skins, they are all big teeth covered in the sky, and they don't taste very good." Tyrone Gorefiend answered truthfully.

"Then should I change your head or nose?" Guldenson smiled.

"As long as the new head or nose is stronger than the current one, I have no opinion." Tyrone Gorefiend said.

"Well, it seems that Thousand Souls Fusion still has a certain impact on you. When you were a pure orc before, you didn't have so many words. It seems that the death knight still has room for improvement." It was discovered that Tyrone Gorefiend was not. While entertaining or teasing himself, Gulda also gave up the idea of ​​punishing the death knight, and began to think about how to continue to improve the new species of death knight.

Carlos stationed his army on the border between Stratholme and Quel'Thalas, and the soldiers began logging wood to build temporary camps. Unlike the M key on the game map in memory, Stratholme and Quel'Thalas are not only connected by a mountain road, but also separated by a large mountain forest. Without a guide to lead the way, Carlos didn't want Alterac's soldiers to fight guerrilla warfare with trolls in this terrain.

After arranging the barracks for the army, Carlos took a small number of guards and generals to Stratholme, ready to have a good talk with Stratholme City Council.

And Alleria just took a rest in Stratholme for one night, after enjoying the hot water and soft beds of the hotel, she hurried back to Quel'Thalas early the next morning.

Living people are not cold data. The long march has made Alleria a bit tired. In the case of possible encounters with trolls at any time, adequate rest seems very necessary.

However, just when Alleria felt that Quillslin was about to requisition a dragon eagle from the local Farstrider troops, the trolls under Zujin had already begun to raid the Jinsong Forest.

"Gul'dan, Lord Zujin asked me to inform you that we found what you wanted." A strong troll named Egilsson used the shadow magic communication location device that Gul'dan gave the trolls to contact. Up him.

"What is it like, what is it like!" Gul'dan asked excitedly.

"From a distance, it looks like an ordinary big stone, close to it with luminous runes printed on it, we can't destroy it with weapons." Ekielson described his discovery.

"You stay there, I'll be there soon."

Gul'dan was excited all over.

Walking slowly in the Yongsong Forest, feeling the magical power spreading out of the Sunwell, Gul'dan looked a little excited as if he was drunk.

"But Warlock, I don't have enough manpower. There is an elven village next to that rune stone. There are at least four hundred adult elves." Egilsson truthfully stated his discovery.

"Don't be afraid, my friend, I will let you understand why the mighty Zujin chose to ally with the orcs. Just wait patiently. The hunt is about to begin." Gul'dan finished, interrupting the magic communication, feeling Eki. Ersson’s position, then stretched out his finger and pointed to one side. "Tyron, gather the troops, it's time to work."

The last time I was satisfied by killing was when Shattrath broke the city, that good memory was so long as Tyrone. Gorefiend almost couldn't remember the details.

"The shadow of the blade, eager to kill." Tyrone Gorefiend showed an innocent and cruel smile.

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