"Duque … Master, I have to go prepare as well." Illucia also stood up and bowed.
"Uh, actually, it's going to be a rapid march. If you think it's too tiring, you don't have to go. "Duque advised.
"No, it's better to serve the Alliance than to stay in a safe place and deal with those insincere courtship." Illucia smiled sweetly.
Looking at Illucia's gentle and sweet smile, Duque felt that … it seemed … it seemed like … forget it.
Duque rubbed the back of his head, then rolled to the next room to catch up on his sleep.
Eight o 'clock in the morning.
Whether they were willing or not, the leaders of the Alliance in the Eagle's Nest Mountain were all awake.
Looking at Aurelia who appeared beside Duque, and listening to the explanation of the military situation, Kudran Wildhammer frowned. "Even if we know that this is a feint, as long as the Horde army in the Hinterlands Forest is not destroyed, the Wildhammer Dwarves' homeland will still be threatened. This is not just a feint! I'm afraid that before ensuring the safety of the Eagle's Nest Mountain, the Wildhammer Dwarves will not be able to provide any more assistance. "
Duque pointed at the map. "The Trolls have been here for thousands of years, and no one has been able to truly destroy them. So it's unrealistic to clear the Hinterlands of the Horde and the Trolls. "
"What are you going to do?" Kudran stroked his big orange-red beard.
"We can't let this unknown force follow behind our main force or arrive before us. I'll let General Seamus stay in the Hinterlands with 20,000 elites to ensure that this forest is completely cleared. Then we'll create a treeless isolation zone that is at least two kilometers wide, and build a series of sentry towers to ensure that every Troll or Orc passing by will be discovered. "
Looking at the straight line that Duque drew between the Trolls' nest and the Eagle's Nest Mountain, Kudran was deep in thought.
"How?"
"Or set a fire."
"Aren't you afraid of burning the entire Hinterlands?"
"Believe me, I'm a professional. I've done it before in the Elven Forest."
Kudran was quite speechless and nodded: "Well, there are no Druids among the dwarves."
Duque continued, "Then, when you're free, I hope you can build a fortress here within a month."
Duque was referring to the location of the Northern Sentinel Tower in the Eastern Plaguelands. It was just the right place to block the way from the Elves' Long Song Forest to the Holy City of Stratholme.
"A month?" Kudran was surprised.
"We've done this before in Stormwind City," General Tom explained. "This is a new material called cement. Of course, with enough cement, I can build a wall from Stratholme to Lordaeron in a month. "
"I've already had Makarov prepare the cement in Stratholme."
"Then I have no problem." Tom nodded.
Now that the situation was settled, Kudran's brows relaxed.
"Thank you for your assistance." He said respectfully: "When the Hinterlands is safe again, my griffin knights and I will catch up with you and go to the north to deal with the remaining tribes."
"Thank you, King of the Barbarians," Duque bowed and turned to the others: "Alright, ladies and gentlemen, don't just stand there. Let's get to Cuel Salas in ten days!"
Three days later, Orgrim almost went mad with anger.
This should have been a seamless transition. The humans would have panicked and thought that they would lead their army to break through the Poison Fog Canyon to the west to attack Alterac. They would have feared that they would attack Andorhal to the northwest to attack Lordaeron. They would even think that they were going to attack the weakly defended Stratholme.
Obviously, the humans had predicted their path.
It was unknown whether or not Duke Marcus, who should have been killed ten thousand times, had anticipated this, but their path forward was blocked.
If it was a human army of a hundred thousand, Orgrim wouldn't be afraid.
Unfortunately, it wasn't!
A crimson light was reflected in the eyes of the orcs. They were no strangers to this kind of light. Because they had seen it at almost the same time last year when the orcs were determined to take down Stormwind City.
There was one in the north, and another in the northwest, and a third in the northeast. The fourth red light in the west was getting brighter and brighter.
Along with the red light, a huge pillar of black smoke pierced through the clouds.
There were at least four fires, and it was obviously arson. The forest fire was so fierce that it seemed to light up the entire cloud layer, turning the clouds into rolling and burning clouds.
When it was obvious that they lacked manpower, the humans directly set fire to the forest to stop the Horde's advance.
Not all orcs came from the Blackrock tribe that was born with high fire resistance. Similarly, even if the trolls had good self-healing abilities, they couldn't just pass through the burning forest.
It was either turn around or wait for the forest fire to die out.
Since the humans were already prepared, it was probably useless to turn around.
Orgrim gritted his teeth and ordered: "Let's wait near Lake Miredal."
The orcs originally won with time, but the humans were stalling for time. There weren't many humans here, but this was human territory after all. Orgrim originally wanted to use the large forest as cover to quickly pass through this area and enter Cuel Salas.
Now it seemed that this idea had been foiled.
Opening the map, for a moment, Orgrim thought of not fighting the high elves, and directly attacking the major human cities, such as Stratholme or Lordaeron.
But he immediately realized that Zu Jin was staring at him to see if he would fulfill his promise.
The relationship between the orcs and trolls was still very weak.
Orgrim knew very well that trolls had the qualities that the orcs needed. The orcs' talent determined that they were best suited to be warriors, and a few could be shamans or warlocks. The orcs lacked talent in long-range attacks. The presence of the Trolls made up for this.
Orgrim changed his mind: "Zu Jin, I heard that the elves are the enemies of all trolls?"
"You are right, great chief."
"The trolls here in Zul 'Mashar seem to be some moss clan?"
"The Moss Clan," Zujin corrected Orgrim.
"Alright, since our troops can't advance for now, I'll give you a mission."
"Contact the Moss clan and ask them to attack Eversong Forest together?"
Orgrim's reddish-brown face had a sinister smile: "Since we can't ambush them, let's attack openly. I want you and your people to contact all the trolls nearby. Let's play big. "
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