Stormwind God

It turned out that his own chieftain could have so many crisscrosses on his head in an instant.

Orgrim brought Zujin over!

"Don't you say that the troll is the king of the forest? Is there anything in the forest that can hide your people's scouts? So what is this?" Orgrim's saliva when he roared angrily almost turned Zukin's The face towel was completely wet.

Following Orgrim's finger, Zukin had nothing to say.

Apparently half an hour ago, his most trusted scout reported that he was unimpeded. There are no traps, no enemies, and there will be no sentries until three kilometers from the enemy.

Many troll scouts who were too close to human camps were arrested a while ago. Zul'jin has always thought that it was because they were too close to the magic trap of human beings.

Like the thousands of years of war between the trolls and the elves, the trolls have not yet understood the usefulness of all the magic with long ears. The only thing trolls can rely on is their quantity and strong vitality.

Now, it's clear that magic is beyond.

The red light that symbolizes the alarm runs from the front to the sky. These strange metal creatures yelled loudly, and that momentum, even an east bear, could wake up.

Now there are two choices before the tribe: one is to retreat, but this will hurt morale; the other is to continue to run wildly and kill the human camp within two hours, as long as they can stick to this group of humans, even if there is Physical loss, Orgrim firmly believes that his 10 million orcs and troll alliance can easily destroy this nasty tail.

"Gul'dan! I need you to contact Zuluhed!" Orgrim ordered the evil warlock's king not far from him.

Gul'dan had supreme humility on his face: "Observe, Chief."

Wrinkled fingers draw a few runes of evil energy in the void, and along the mirror that appears in the void, Orgrim sees his deputy.

In the picture, a violent blast of wind blows in the air, and it is Zuluhed and his adult red dragon mount.

Feeling the uncomfortable psychic connection, Zuluhed frowned, but he took the initiative to say: "The chief, humans seem to have been alerted, but they don't seem to be afraid of our attack. Or they don't It's not clear how many of us attacked. They only sent less than 1oo cavalry out of the camp. But the long-eared strongman seemed to be in the camp. I just shot a flying dragon cavalry too close. "

At this time, Zujin suddenly realized: "Yes, humans have caught my scouts, and it seems that they have never used 2oo people. The things they use for alarm seem to spray something we can't wash off and stick to the trolls. What you can see clearly in the night. "

Orgrim thought of a lot.

He didn't understand the new thing of humans. Watching the alarm lights everywhere in the mountains and mountains, listening to them repeating the same monotonous sentence. Orgrim quickly passed the initial shock.

"Go ahead and get me something like that."

Zujin's figure disappeared, even if he did not absolutely recognize Orgrim's dominance, but this time it was obviously a troll's fault.

Within three minutes, Zujin came with a metal object that was constantly struggling, flashing red light on his head, like a living creature.

Orgrim smashed it with a simple and violent hammer.

His movements stunned Zukin.

"I knew it and I broke it up."

"No, there is a difference. In that case I don't know if you brought all the parts." Orgrim looked carefully at the wreckage, but he soon felt a kind of fool.

Most of them were parts he couldn't understand, round, long, toothed, and a few crystals containing magical energy.

"Gul'dan, can you feel something mysterious and messenger?"

"No, Chief." Gul'dan shook his head humbly. "I can only feel something like a totem pole that enters a certain range and reacts on its own."

A passive sensing device.

The discomfort on the chief's face was even more pronounced.

In Orgrim's view, these human things are like huge machines of dwarves, they are useless and look scary. In fact, it can still be done with a hammer and a big axe. In the final analysis, this is no different from the simple trap for orcs hunting. It's like tying a bell on a line, and a fool stepping on the line immediately clanged.

"The army is attacking the most!" Orgrim raised the Doomhammer in his hand.

Thirty kilometers away, Aurelia stared at the dragons almost hovering above the horizon.

"Will Orgrim succeed?" Alleria watched Duke softly, looking at her tired sister who was resting on a camp bed.

"Yes." Duke's face was full of confidence.

Immediately they looked at the huge but empty camp. How many humanoid objects are in the camp, but unfortunately all are scarecrows in armor. The real 8o kilometers of daily travel came here, in fact, there was only a cavalry team of 3,000 people.

However, one person has two horses, plus a lot of carriages carrying supplies. I used 3,000 people to create a huge camp that could accommodate 30,000 people.

The cauldron of hot soup, the chef who sent the black bread, the soldier on patrol, it looks no different from an army. Only his own talent knows that the soldiers only ran out to pretend when the dragon was a little closer.

Even the elite of the Storm Kingdom, the soldiers were exhausted.

In fact, the real big troops are still behind 5o kilometers.

There was a smile on Duke's mouth.

The tribe is getting closer. Duke's army of demon spirits faithfully feedbacks various information. Except that Orgrim was smashed by the old [mobile alert system] robot from Nomorigin, within the range of 20 kilometers are Duke's modified version of the system wizard.

Of course, not every demon spirit is the kind of high-end robot. Duke equips them with a simple control system that evolved from Morse code. Not all demon spirits show their face, but more are passive enemy search systems disguised as small trees and fixed in critical positions.

Although simple, it is enough to let the system wizard sum up all the messages and count the number of tribes that reached a certain area from the induction.

It's close!

It's close!

Closer!

When the Horde's army finally appeared on the horizon and began to charge, Duke waited until the Horde had entered a range of two kilometers before raising his hand, and the oo cavalry ran quickly.

Orgrim was furious.

Obviously Duke's troops were already under his eyes, but it felt like he was lifting his hammer to prepare for a melee, but Duke ran to the shooting range. Raising the rifle, he has already reached the range of the trebuchet. When pulling the trebuchet, the other side had run so far that he could only see the dust behind the buttocks.

The chief warrior did not miss a bite of old blood. (To be continued.) 8

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