Stormwind God

It's a valley.

To be precise, in fact, it cannot be regarded as a valley. It is more like a small mountain pit, about 6 meters wide and 5 meters deep, surrounded by rock walls, making it covered by other mountains and stones, forming a perfection. The sanctuary is probably the reason why they chose to meet here.

Orgrim took two of his most trusted and powerful guards to hide on the edge of the pit, and the trolls under his hands sprinkled a lot of leaves on him and cleared the smell. Although the chieftain did not like these things, he and his guards endured it all.

Before long, he heard a voice coming.

In the direction of the sound, Orgrim saw an orc labor-size creature awkwardly moving towards the valley floor.

Orgrim clenched the Doomhammer in his hand and stared cautiously.

The guy leaned against the stone wall, panting heavily, then stood up and looked around.

"Hey ..." the cape whispered.

"I'm here," Orgrim responded. He stretched out and climbed from the leaf pile to the open area at the bottom of the valley.

The mysterious guy stood upright, breathing sharply as he approached the tribal chief. Orgrim also noticed that there was a short axe hanging around this guy's waist, and the troll's tattered stuff was not a level thing at all, it was well-crafted and there was no wear and tear. .

"Excuse me ... are you Lord of Destruction Hammer?" The guy stuttered, his body flinching back involuntarily: "Can you speak common language?"

"I'm Orgrim * Hammer of Destruction, leader of the Blackrock clan, chief of the tribe, and I can understand your language." Orgrim replied in a very standard common language: "And you, yes Did you send me a secret letter? "

This is a secret meeting, and in theory no third party will know about it.

Unfortunately, this so-called theory is as clear to a shameless traversal as the lighthouse in the dark.

Amidst the hastily constructed Northland Fortress, Duke sat in the tallest room in the tallest tower. People in this era generally do not have the concept of ventilation. Only at a high place, Duke feels more comfortable.

Feeling the breeze that was almost squeezed in from the shooting hole, Duke tapped the table with his index finger gently. There was a cool wind behind Duke, and Duke would not know who was coming.

"Oh dear, what's your harvest today?"

Aurelia flushed, pretending to hum indifferently: "Hum! Who is your dear."

Duke Fuer, he was also wondering, how about a mature and beautiful Yujie, how suddenly the style of painting suddenly changed, and became Ao Jiao?

"But look at your expression, is it good?"

"Fortunately, I killed several two-headed ogres with double arrows. Now they are all retracted into the mountain road."

The two-headed ogre is very difficult to deal with. Not only is the skin thick and thick enough to withstand ordinary swords, but it also has two heads and three hearts.

Either get rid of two heads or puncture all three hearts, or the ogre won't die at all.

Duke has seen with his own eyes that an ogre whose chest was penetrated by the crossbow arrows of two crossbow cannons, struggling to break a crossbow with a thick human arm with a large wooden stick, and climbed up and charged the human side for hundreds of meters. Then he was besieged by a large group of soldiers with steel guns and lances, and they stabbed dozens of times before they died.

That is, Aurelia, who has stepped into the field of heroes, can relatively easily pack a two-headed ogre.

"Good job, kill more, we will be much easier in the future."

"Hum! Who told you not to allow our sisters to attack?"

Duke laughed abruptly: "I'm afraid that you guys will kill the guys too quickly, I can't ask Terenas to recruit."

Duke's approach is a bit like raising a thief. It was because of the real threat of the Horde that Duke and Terenas could work together to force the lords of East Lordaeron to pay for their money. You know, this group of **** knew that the Yinsong Forest was threatened, and they were still grinding foreign workers. They couldn't think of money and could not do anything.

Well now, the tribe is about to hit the doorstep of the house, and the group of guys are panicking, and quickly recruited money. Duke almost wanted someone here, money and money.

Unfortunately, these lords mobilized too late for the war. They scrapped together more than 40,000 people, but Duke found that only one thousand were professional soldiers, and less than five thousand were militiamen with basic military training. Are there more than thirty thousand full specials just washing their feet on the field? Farmer.

Fortunately, Lordaeron was really rich with his sister, and he gave 50,000 sets of armor and swords.

These days, Duke has sent almost any guy who can train himself to train these farmers.

Aurelia doesn't care, she kills Zumachar's tribe with her sister and more than 500 elven rangers every day. Only when the tribe dispatched the flying dragon did it return.

When Duke said that he was afraid they would kill the clean tribe, Aurelia quit: "Hey, isn't there more than 50,000 tribal main forces in it?"

"Orgrim ran away long ago, with nothing but the elite of no more than 3,000 people."

"Ah !?" Aurelia exclaimed, and then her expression became serious: "Why don't you go after these tribes?"

"It's not that you don't go, but you don't want to." Duke came up with a very formal official letter.

Alleria glanced over: "His Majesty Aiden didn't think Alterac was threatened by the Horde Front and refused to enter the Alliance Army? The Horde's main force is Alterac !?"

The heroine of the Ranger was instantly excited: "Hell! Why didn't Aiden enter us? Is he a fool? Is he as proud as the **** Silvermoon councilor? Why is his mountainous country so arrogant?

Duke didn't speak, he just clicked a few magic images to Aurelia.

Aurelia glanced over her mouth immediately and lost her voice: "It's miserable ..."

"Yeah, miserable!"

In these images are the tragic conditions around Lordaeron.

On the desolate ground, there was a dead silence. The earth was intoxicating green, but no signs of bird and beast activity were visible everywhere. On the picture is a once huge human town. A lot of scavengers are eating together now.

Vultures, crows, wild dogs, badgers ...

I couldn't find a complete wall in the huge town, let alone the roof. On the walls, rough lances were used to nail the corpses of Alliance soldiers. Looking at their armors, they were killed after a fierce battle. However, their bodies were blasphemed, apparently after the tribe's orcs nailed the bodies. (To be continued.)