Money could not buy one's foresight.
There was no medicine for regret in this world.
Seeing Duque's men leave so quickly, Orgrim was filled with regret.
Along the way, he had forced a group of warlike orcs to submit to him, and only then was he able to 'sneak' until now. While the demonic blood gave the Orcs great strength and physique, it also increased their warlike nature to the extreme.
This was a group of rebellious subordinates.
To maintain the Orcs' bloodthirst and desire for destruction, the Tribe had to pay a high price.
If Duque accepted the challenge, even if the Tribe lost, Orgrim could still mediate. Now, Duque's army was as slippery as a loach. If they did not fight, Orgrim could not do anything to Duque.
Duque was clearly trying to drag the Tribe to death.
Now that the Orcs and Trolls had just joined forces, there were many conflicts and conflicts that had not been resolved. In order to unite different forces and races, apart from having a common goal and non-conflicting interests, the most important factor was victory.
Any new organization needed to be nourished by victory and success in order to grow.
The reason why Duque could quickly gain such a high reputation in the Alliance was because Duque was the ever-victorious marshal.
Orgrim could not make a promise to the Trolls and then delay attacking the Elves. On the contrary, the longer he delayed, the better it was for the Alliance.
From the Holy City of Stratholme to the east, it was basically barren land. Even if the Tribe turned the sky upside down here, it would not affect Rotterdam too much. Moreover, once the Hinterlands was cleared, Duque would receive 20,000 elite human soldiers and an entire Wyrmhammer Dwarf Gryphon Aeronauts as support.
That was what Duque was using.
Unfortunately, while Duque's calculations were accurate, Orgrim was even more ruthless.
Looking at the empty human camp, every Orc Warrior's face was filled with anger and indignation. On the contrary, most of the Trolls' eyes were filled with disdain and slight mockery.
Orgrim yelled, "Everyone, do you see that? These are the cunning humans! Humans who never dared to fight the brave Orcs head-on. Despicable, cowardly, shameless, lowly! But, they played a trick on the brave Orcs! Can we take this lying down? "
"No! Never! "
"Absolutely not!"
Tens of thousands of orcs roared and raised the weapons in their hands to vent the anger in their hearts.
"I need a brave general to carry out a very dangerous destructive mission for the tribe! Who's coming!? "
Immediately, more than ten generals stepped forward.
However, Orgrim eventually chose Nogarr!
Noggal, the 'Flesh Shredder'!
This was a general from the Warsong Clan who was famous for his bravery and ruthlessness! When he crossed over to the World of Azeroth, he was just an insignificant pawn. Now he was a general.
Where did his Martial Merit come from?
Ask the human warriors that he had torn into pieces!
In his hands, he had torn at least three Champion Knights apart. These warriors of the human world had become a part of his terrifying legend.
Orgrim opened the detailed map he obtained from the humans. "I need you to select ten thousand of your most violent Beastmen warriors to destroy this place and this place. Then, they will meet up with us here. Can you do it? "
Noggal's eyes shone with a bloodthirsty light. "No problem, Great Chief."
The next morning, Duque smiled bitterly.
The Horde had the upper hand, so they had the right to divide their forces. Ten thousand Beastmen was not a lot, but it was not a small number either. If they went all out, Duque's army of thirty thousand would have to change their route.
But they could not ignore it either.
This was because Orgrim clearly had Duque in his hands, or rather, the Alliance's weakness. After all, the Alliance was a coalition of different kingdoms. The Alliance was not like the Horde, where the great chief had a clear relationship with the chiefs of the various clans.
The Alliance, especially the current Alliance, had to take care of the interests of the various kingdoms and the feelings of the people.
Now, that division was directly behind Duque's army of thirty thousand, heading straight for Darrowshire in the south of Stratholme. In addition, an independent team was heading for Marris Farm to destroy Lordaeron's food production.
When King Terenas heard this news, he almost peed his pants. Another three magic messages were sent within an hour. Duque was extremely annoyed.
"Why didn't the Magic Message blacklist me?" Duque rubbed his forehead. After some thought, Duque put up a mental barrier. Now, no matter who sent a magic message, Duque would not be able to receive it.
He also gave the System Elf a mission to develop a magic version of the blacklist.
In the end, Duque decided to scare Terenas.
"Based on my analysis of the situation, the main force of the Horde is preparing to attack Stratholme. So, I can only focus on the Holy City and temporarily give up on attacking the Horde. " Duque lied through his teeth. Illucia, who was in charge of sending the messages for Duque, rolled her eyes, but still did it.
No ordinary person would dare to bear the political pressure of the leader of the Alliance. One could imagine how much trouble and criticism Duque would face after this.
"Send my order! Evacuate all the people in the entire area, including Darrowshire, and have them hide in Caer Darrowshire or Stratholme. Send my order! Let Seamus clean up the remaining enemies in the Hinterlands … and build a fortress in the North. "
This was all for her Cuel Salas. The price was that most of the cities in the area, except for Stratholme, would be burned to the ground. Aurelia pursed her lips and held Duque's hand tightly.
It was the 18th of May. On this day, the main force of the Horde finally left the human territory and entered Cuel Salas.
"Be quiet, or die!" Zu Jin warned his men sternly.
They were quickly passing through the forest and entering Cuel Salas.
Even though they had not yet reached the damned forest with the protection of magic, Zu Jin did not mind having an appetizer.
His sharp senses were warning him that the Elf was not far ahead.
He slowed down and nimbly took each step on the tree. Zu Jin's movements were so silent that it was hard to imagine that he was a troll over two meters tall. His huge and slightly slender body had an unimaginable softness and agility. Zu Jin did not even touch a single leaf or twig.
He held the axe, which was infused with the Beast War Spirit, with both of his hands as he lightly 'flew' from tree to tree.
He did not want the Elves to know that they were coming, at least not now.
Together with the Amanni Trolls around him, he silently watched as a team of twenty elven border patrols walked into their ambush.
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