Stormwind God

The chief of the tribe actually came to ask if the deputy commander of the alliance was collaborating with the tribe's strongest warlock?

What the **** is this?

Most orcs don't understand common words, but elves can understand it!

For a while, the elves raised their long ears.

Both sides stopped fighting unknowingly, widened the distance, and listened to the conversation between the two leaders. A few orcs who know the common language are ready to be translators.

As a league big man, Duke can completely not answer Orgrim's brainstorming shouts.

Duke didn't dare not answer.

Collusion with the tribe is definitely a top sin.

Think about the fate that Alterac is about to face. It is estimated that King Aiden will have to carry his infamous name on his death.

Duke answered with magic.

"Collusion! Orgrim the sad orc king! Don't you know that you have been used by Gul'dan? No, it should be said that you really don't know that our alliance and your tribe are burning Is it a victim of the Legion Demon Giant's conspiracy? "

"What !?" No wonder Orgrim was surprised. He really didn't know the motive behind Gul'dan, his true source of strength.

"The soul of the evil **** Sargeras, Lord of the Burning Legion, controls our world guardian, Medivh, and he colludes with your warlock Gul'dan, seduced by the demon commander Kil'jaeden. With your tribe invading the world of Azeroth. To put it bluntly, your orcs are just pathfinders invading this world. "

"No, that's because our world is on the verge of destruction ..." Orgrim argued.

"Yes, it's because the power of the devil has brought your world into ruin." Duke mocked mercilessly.

Orgrim was startled.

He had to remember the complaint of his late friend Durotan, ‘I think Gul'dan and his warlocks ruined our world. Take a look, wherever they go, use their evil energy everywhere. The earth is withering, the trees are withering, and without the grass, there is no prey. Without their prey, the orcs had to starve to death. ’

He will never forget how many people sacrificed halfway as his clan migrated in front of the Dark Portal.

Cowardly, sick, and wounded after being attacked by a prey.

Once upon a time, for thousands of years, the survival rules of the orc's survival of the fittest made him take it for granted. Now think of it, whether Durotan or Duke, what they said is undoubtedly true.

When Orgrim watched the door of darkness just opened, there was still a swamp that was dirty but not without life. But now? In the winter, he returned to the Dark Gate. It became a dead place where no one could survive.

Gray hills, crimson earth.

There are no ordinary beasts, some are monsters that mutate under the evil energy.

In retrospect, it should be the demon power of the warlocks.

"Hahaha! Have you thought about it? You orcs are just a group of poor worms played by demons. All your glory is just a joke that embellishes the devil's conspiracy. And what really implements and teases you is Gul'dan!" Du Ke spit his poisonous tongue mercilessly: "Have you figured it out? Get it out then! Orcs, get back to your world!"

"Gul'dan!" Orgrim lifted his warhammer and waved, and he growled into the sky: "I will kill you with this! I will see you pay all the price for your betrayal!"

When Orgrim shouted here, there were a few people in the league who thought they might not have to fight in the future.

They are too naive.

"However, the tribe has no choice! We will punish the traitors! But the orcs must reproduce! So your world, we have to decide!"

Duke's face suddenly changed.

Orgrim took a deep breath and tried to calm himself: "I will take my clan to the south, we will clear the obstacles along the road, we need to keep this road open, and wait for Gul'dan to finish, We will be back again. By then, this is the end of your alliance! "

Although he was also doubting whether his words could be realized, this time they were lucky to hit Lordaeron and caught him by surprise, but this kind of thing would not happen again.

Orgrim had to say.

Losers do not lose.

Can't be weak in momentum.

Since the goal is to wipe out the other party, there is no peace at all, and no need to show weakness.

Duke's eyes froze, and he said coldly, "Don't wait any longer. Today, I want you all to die here!"

As soon as Duke raised his hand, he immediately spearheaded the demon spirit, and the Alliance forces attacked again.

However, at this moment, the tribe had a clear goal to break through.

Even if rangers such as Aurelia poured frantically at the Horde, the wizards such as Marian kept releasing magic attacks, but the effect was very limited.

Whenever it almost catches up with the tribe's back, there must be a small clan who takes hundreds of people to fight back and die. The silver hand led by Tirion Fortin, after all, was only carrying a group of city guards who could barely ride on horseback, and the combat power was simply scum.

After the tribe paid 5,000 more lives, Orgrim successfully led his army back into the Alterac Mountains.

Orgrim withdrew, but Duke was not happy at all. Because he knew what the tribe had come to the rescue.

On the battlefield in the west, the battle continued.

At this point, Kurdran Wildhammer suddenly felt that something else was flying from the air. He glanced, and in the south just above his head, a dark shadow soared down from the clouds. At first he thought it was a man. The fighter who reported back the battlefield information to him, but he immediately felt that this guy was not flying like a gryphon.

And there were more black shadows coming from the southeast. It seemed that they crossed Lake Lordaemir and were likely to fly at a higher altitude than them. But what the **** was this?

However, as these shadows approached at high speed, they became larger and larger, drowning his vision!

"In the name of Airi." Kurdran murmured, completely shocked by the largest of them.

Slender body, long tail and neck, huge wings occasionally instigate, and extend to the sky. Only one flying creature can have such a large body.

As the last cloud of cloud dissipated and the sun shone on them, the creature's whole body shone with red rays and crimson scales, and Kurdran knew his judgment was correct.

This is a train.

Red Dragon or something, Kurdish's kills have reached double digits.

But this one is completely different, because if he is not dazzled, this is a body that is close to the five dragon kings, and there are definitely ancient dragons over 10,000 years old! (To be continued.)