The night was peaceful, peaceful, and peaceful.
The forest that had been burnt to a crisp was as silent as a graveyard that could bury everything.
As the last spark in the forest died out, the heat between heaven and earth finally came to an end.
A group of human sentries were stationed at the intersection of the bluestone path between two huge forests. They had a standard security system, with enough fire to expand their field of vision, as well as sentries that were either out in the open or in the dark.
However, outside the shadow of the bonfire, a huge but completely silent shadow had snuck into their security perimeter.
They slowed down and cautiously took each step on the charred, carbonized ground. Their hands gripped tightly onto various weapons to avoid making any clashing sounds as they moved.
It was obvious that their worries were unnecessary.
Humans were far less sensitive than their long-eared allies — the elves.
The land was pitch black, with only the occasional ray of moonlight shining through the gaps between the thick clouds.
The moonlight shone on the ground, creating a strange scene.
Darkness was fatal to humans, but it was nothing to the trolls. After years of traversing the forest, the trolls had the innate ability [Night Vision].
No, it should be said that the dark elves, who were a mutated branch of the dark trolls fourteen thousand years ago, had inherited their innate ability from the trolls.
At that moment, the trolls' pupils dilated, sweeping away the darkness. Every detail of the burnt forest could be seen clearly.
The trolls were furious at the humans who destroyed the forest.
Therefore, when they attacked, they threw out spears that were filled with rage.
Almost in an instant, a team of twelve people completely disappeared from this world.
Three days later, with the help of the fire blocking the Horde's path, Duque's reinforcements had closed the distance between them and the Horde to 120 kilometers.
This was already a very sensitive distance. If they marched without any regard for their lives, they could reach the Horde in half a day.
But at that moment, Duque had lost track of the Horde's army.
It wasn't that Orgrim's army had disappeared, but all the scouts that Duque had sent out from Stratholme were killed. Not only did they kill the scouts, but even the five FFF Flamethrower squads that Duque had sent out were wiped out.
Duque's face was livid.
What made Duque and Aurelia waver was yet to come.
Knowing that his army's movements had been exposed, Orgrim decided to use a beautiful method of suppressing the enemy with information. He didn't just send out Zujin's troll army to hunt down human and elven scouts. He also ordered Zuluhid's dragoons to attack all the human settlements in the area.
After all, this area was far from the complete destruction of the Eastern Plaguelands in the future. Not only was it barren, but it was also filled with plagues and death. As the rear of the Rotterdam Kingdom, it was still an important source of food.
With most of their forces deployed to defend the borders of the Silverpine Forest, the Stratholme region, which was supposed to be the rear, was really empty. Many towns couldn't even gather a squadron of archers. Not to mention the Red Dragon that could fly around in the sky and spit fire.
All of a sudden, the cities were in danger.
The nobles of Marris Farm, Darrowshire, Stratholme, and other places all asked for help from Rotterdam. King Terenas, who was under great pressure, immediately threw stacks of letters to Duque.
It made Duque want to die when he saw the magic letters.
"Orgrim is going to attack Stratholme?" Windsor asked.
"No, this is just a smokescreen." Duque was very sure, "If Orgrim dares to attack any human city before attacking Cuel Salas, I bet that the troll leader, Zujin, will definitely leave with his people."
"The problem is, no king in the Alliance knows the trolls like you do, and even knows who their leader is. Or, they know that you are right, but because of the pressure from below, they have no choice but to put pressure on you. "
Duque couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Reggie, now you know that it's not easy to be the vice commander of the Alliance, right?"
Windsor nodded.
"I have to admit, Orgrim did a great job this time. Now the arrogant Silvermoon Council believes that the Horde is going to take care of Rotterdam. And Rotterdam can't wait for the Horde to leave. It doesn't matter if we fight the elves or jump into the sea, as long as we don't wander around their land. "
"So, we can only rely on the two ladies, Windrunner?"
"Yes, let's set up camp."
Since they had fewer soldiers than the Horde, Duque didn't dare to advance recklessly. He could play with the elves and attack the Horde from the front and back. Once they were ambushed, it would only be a matter of minutes before they were destroyed.
He couldn't afford to gamble.
On the other side …
"In the name of the Silvermoon, where are they?" Aurelia held a long, thin sword in her hand as she ran in the forest. The leaves and branches made her look a little blurry.
The few rangers had fanned out in all directions to expand their scouting range.
However, when Aurelia found out that the Trolls were their enemies, she hoped that they wouldn't break into the Trolls' encirclement. She hoped that she or Cirvanas would find these evil green-skinned creatures first.
Aurelia was confused again.
Her logic and emotions told her that Duque's deduction was correct. In fact, it was because Aurelia obeyed and followed his arrangements that she would cross the mountains to search for the Horde.
On the other hand, she couldn't help but think that if she hadn't come to Long Song Forest for help, she would have been able to face the invaders with her family and her compatriots and fight against the evil together with the Orcs and Trolls.
It was a very contradictory feeling.
She knew that Duque wanted her to separate from Cuel Salas for some special reason, but she couldn't give up her country and people.
After all, this was the land she had lived and fought for for thousands of years.
Aurelia was very conflicted.
At this moment, she suddenly heard a whistle in the wind. It was her sister calling her.
Aurelia quickly rushed over.
It was a fork in the forest.
This was not a traditional path for people to walk, it was more like a path for animals. However, this path had a special meaning for the Trolls. The Trolls liked to use this kind of fork to announce important things.
For example, this was a withered troll corpse hanging at a fork in the road.
The color of the corpse's fur was still shiny, and all the feathers and tooth ornaments on the body were very new, but this troll seemed to have all the flesh and blood in its body.
"This is the former leader of a Troll clan. He failed in some kind of leadership election ceremony and was directly sacrificed to an evil god. Then, I found that the entire clan migrated north …"
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