It turned out that the Great Tribal Chief could instantly create so many blue veins on his forehead.
Orgrim grabbed Zujin with one hand!
"Didn't you say that the Trolls are the kings of the forest? Is there nothing in the forest that can escape your men's detection? Then what is this?! "Orgrim roared angrily, his saliva almost drenching Zujin's face cloth.
Zujin was speechless as he followed Orgrim's finger.
Half a quarter of an hour ago, his most trusted scout had reported to him that the road ahead was unimpeded. There were no traps, no enemies, and there were no sentries within three kilometers of the enemy.
A while ago, many Troll scouts who got too close to the human camp were caught. Zujin had always thought that it was because they got too close to the human's magic traps.
Just like the thousands of years of war between the Trolls and the Elves, the Trolls still couldn't figure out the uses of the long-eared magic. The only two things the Trolls could rely on were their numbers and strong vitality.
Now, it was clear that this was beyond the scope of magic.
The red light that symbolized an alarm stretched from the horizon to the horizon. These strange metal creatures were shouting and yelling. The noise was so loud that it could even wake up a bear in the east.
Now, the Horde had two choices. The first was to retreat, but this would hurt their morale. The second was to continue running and kill their way into the human camp within two hours. As long as they could stick to the humans, even if there was a loss of stamina, Orgrim firmly believed that his 100,000 Beastmen and Trolls could easily destroy this annoying tail.
"Gul 'dan! I need you to contact Zuluhid! "Orgrim ordered the Evil Warlock King not far from him.
Gul 'dan's face was filled with humility: "Yes, Great Tribal Chief."
His wrinkled fingers drew a few runes that flowed with evil energy in the air. Along the mirror that appeared in the air, Orgrim saw his deputy.
In the image, a strong gust of wind blew in the air. It was Zuluhid and his adult Red Dragon mount.
Feeling the uncomfortable spiritual connection, Zuluhid frowned, but he still took the initiative to speak: "Great Tribal Chief, the humans seem to have received the alarm, but they don't seem to be afraid of our attack. Or perhaps, they don't know how many of us are attacking. They sent less than a hundred horsemen out of camp. But that long-eared powerhouse seems to be in the camp. I saw a wyvern cavalryman who got too close get shot to death. "
At this moment, Zu Jin suddenly came to a realization. "That's right. The humans have never used more than 200 scouts to capture me. The thing they use to alert us seems to be able to spray something that we can't wash off and stick to the troll's body. It's something that can be seen clearly in the dark. "
Orgrim thought of many things in an instant.
He didn't understand this new thing called humans. Looking at the alarms all over the mountains and plains emitting the same light, listening to them repeat the same monotonous sentence. Orgrim quickly got over the initial shock.
"Keep going. Get me one of those things."
Zu Jin's figure disappeared. Even if he didn't fully acknowledge Orgrim's dominance, it was obvious that the troll had made a mistake this time.
In less than three minutes, Zu Jin returned with a struggling metal object with a red glow on its head that looked like a living creature.
Orgrim simply and violently smashed the thing with his hammer.
Zu Jin was dumbfounded by his actions.
"I should have just smashed it and brought it over."
"No, there's a difference. If that's the case, I don't know if you brought all the parts. " Orgrim carefully looked at the things on the wreckage, but he quickly felt a sense of displeasure at being fooled.
Most of them were parts that he couldn't understand. Some were round, some were long, some had teeth, and there were even a few crystals that contained magical energy.
"Gul 'dan, can you sense any mysterious, communicative things?"
"No, Chief." Gul 'dan shook his head humbly. "I can only sense things like totem poles that react when they come within a certain range."
It was a passive sensing device.
The chief's displeasure became even more obvious.
In Orgrim's eyes, these things of the humans were like giant dwarven machines. They looked good but were useless, and looked scary. But in reality, they could still be dealt with with hammers and axes. In the end, this was no different from the simple traps that the Beastmen used for hunting. It was like tying a bell on a string. If an idiot stepped on the string, the bell would immediately ring.
"Full speed, attack!" Orgrim raised the [Doomhammer] in his hand up high.
Thirty kilometers away, Aurelia stared at the wyvern that was hovering above the horizon.
"Will Orgrim fall for it?" Aurelia asked Duque softly as she looked lovingly at her exhausted sister who was resting on a bed.
"He will." Duque's face was full of confidence.
Then, the two of them looked at the huge but empty camp. There were many humanoid creatures in the camp, but they were all scarecrows wearing armor. There were only three thousand cavalrymen that actually traveled eighty kilometers in a day.
But one man, two horses, and a large number of carriages carrying supplies. They used three thousand people to create a huge camp that could accommodate thirty thousand people.
There were cauldrons boiling soup, chefs distributing black bread, and patrolling soldiers. It looked no different from an army. Only their own people knew that the soldiers were only pretending when the wyverns got a little closer.
Even if they were the elites of Stormwind, the soldiers were exhausted.
In fact, the main force was still fifty kilometers away.
A smug smile appeared on Duke's face.
The Horde was getting closer. Duque's Horde faithfully sent back all kinds of information. Other than the old [Mobile Alarm System] robots from Gnomeregan that were smashed by Orgrim at the beginning, all the robots within twenty kilometers were Duque's modified versions.
Of course, not every Horde was a high-end robot. Duque installed a simple control system that evolved from Morse code. Not all of the monsters revealed their faces. Most of them disguised themselves as small trees and fixed themselves in important positions as a passive enemy seeking system.
Although it was simple, it was enough for the system elf to summarize all the messages and calculate the number of Horde that had reached a certain area.
Close!
Close!
Even closer!
When the Horde's army finally appeared on the horizon and began to charge, Duque waited until the Horde was two kilometers away before he waved his hand and the three thousand cavalrymen quickly ran away.
Orgrim was about to go crazy with anger.
Even though Duque's army was right under his nose, it felt like he was raising his hammer and preparing for close combat while Duque ran into the range of the javelin. He raised his javelin and ran into the range of the catapult. When he pulled the catapult, the enemy was already so far away that he could only see the dust behind them.
The chief almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
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