After all, all the chiefs agreed that Duque was using the Horde to weaken the High Elves. If the Horde dared to attack Silverymoon, Duque would dare to burn the city again. Even if it was a perfect misunderstanding, and even if Duque wanted to burn the city, the Elves would not allow it. But the Horde did not know.
An alliance that had not been broken for 2,800 years! It sounded grand, didn't it?
The Horde was a different race and lacked information. Who knew about the petty conflicts between the Humans and the Elves?
In the end, all the chiefs thought that rather than wasting their elites on the Elves, who could not harm the Humans, it was better to send troops to attack the Humans' vital cities.
It was a pity that a very intelligent Beastman leader met a Great Demon leader who only knew how to act based on emotions and had long since been blinded by hatred. The result was destined to be a tragedy.
"No! The Trolls will not recognize this alliance written in the common human language. It's full of word games! As long as the Horde fights with the Trolls, we will still be brothers! " We will still be brothers! "Zu Jin raised his remaining battle-axe and roared.
Orgrim felt aggrieved. There was no direct translation between the Troll and Beastman languages. The only way to communicate was in the common human language. Zu Jin, how could you just destroy an alliance written in the common human language?
Orgrim was furious. To be honest, the Beastmen were not a race with a good temper. "I, Orgrim, am the chief of the Horde! I have to consider the interests of the entire Horde, not the Trolls! Do you think that if there is a single High Elf who is still alive, I will have fifty thousand elites accompany you Trolls to kill the last Elf? "
"Yes! That's right! This is the only way you can show your sincerity! This is the only way you are qualified to be the Trolls' allies! "
Zuluhed suddenly stepped forward and swept away all the obstacles between him and Zu Jin. "I repeat on behalf of the chief — the Horde does not only have Trolls! We have Beastmen! Ogres! Gollons! Death Knights! The Trolls do not have the right to ask the entire Horde to be their fighters! Without the support of the Horde, you Trolls are only fit to be rats in the depths of the forest! You can't even step into the Long Song Forest! "
Zu Jin's face turned red at Zuluhid's blunt humiliation. "Rats? How dare you call the people of the great Amani Empire rats!? No existence could insult the Giant Demons! No — Zuluhid! Kneel down and apologize to the ancestors of the Giant Demons! "
"Apologize? Never! The Trolls can't do anything without the Orcs. Why should the brave Orcs apologize? "This time, Zuluhed was furious, and he whistled. A huge adult dragon suddenly soared into the sky from the back of the camp. Even if it was unwilling, it would let Zu Jin know what a dragon's breath was as long as Zuluhid gave the order.
"Zuluhid! This is your last chance. If you don't kneel down and apologize, I'll use the wind to cut off your legs and make you kneel forever! "Zu Jin waved his axe.
"Bastard! Think about it, if we hadn't built the Storm Altar for you. Where did you get the power of the storm?! "Zuluhed pulled out his warhammer and blasted.
"Enough! It's enough! Do you really want to fight here and let the humans and elves on the walls laugh at us? "Orgrim rushed in between the two and smashed his hammer into the ground. Sand flew everywhere, and a huge circular pit with a diameter of more than three meters appeared. Everyone could feel the frightening power of the great chief.
For a moment, the whole place was silent.
However, the tense atmosphere did not ease at all. Orgrim saw that the Ogres and Orcs, who had always been close to each other, were now standing in two distinct lines. They held their weapons in their hands and looked at each other nervously.
Orgrim suddenly realized that the honeymoon period between the Horde and the Giant Demons had ended the moment Duque's war flag appeared.
Orgrim recited the nightmarish name with the greatest hatred in his heart.
"Duke Marcus!"
Is this your plan? Is this what you wanted to see?
Very well! I, Orgrim, will remember your treachery!
Orgrim gritted his sharp teeth, and suddenly looked up at Zu Jin, his eyes like lightning.
"Wake up. Zu Jin! The war between the Giant Demons and the elves has lasted for six thousand years. In these six thousand years, neither of you have completely destroyed the other. It is not easy to destroy the other in a short period of time. In order to destroy an intelligent race, it would take a long time and many victories, little by little. The Giant Demons have won enough this time. As long as the Giant Demons remain in the Horde, we will destroy all the elves, humans, and dwarves, and dominate this planet! "
Orgrim's earnest guidance could not be said to be without good intentions.
If it were another clear-headed leader with a higher level of intelligence, perhaps he would have listened.
Unfortunately, revenge and the consecutive victories had caused Zu Jin's originally low intelligence to fall to the same level as a retard.
He decisively refused!
"There's no need! The Giant Demons are ashamed to be associated with a tribe that was scared away by a flag! "Zu Jin raised the remaining axe in his hand and shouted," Giant Demons! We don't need to rely on the cowardly Orc Tribe! We can destroy Silverymoon City ourselves! "
The hearts of the Giant Demons were stirred up by Zu Jin's provocative declaration. They immediately raised their weapons and let out a heaven-shaking roar.
Their spears were like a forest, and it really did look like that.
Zu Jin didn't care about Orgrim and the others' reactions. He just led the Troll Chieftains away.
"Idiot! Don't you think that without us, they wouldn't even have the right to step into the Eternal Song Forest. "Zuluhid scolded.
"What should we do?" Kargath Bladefist asked.
"Go! And as soon as possible! " Orgrim picked up the map that had fallen to the ground and drew a circle on it. Finally, it landed on a name, "We'll go like this, and then go here …"
The tribe chiefs thought for a while, and finally nodded.
Back at Silverymoon City, at the banquet hall.
Duque reluctantly let go of Aurelia.
"Duque, rest early. Perhaps tomorrow will be a bitter battle. After all, there are at least four days before your reinforcements arrive. "
"Bitter battle? What bitter battle? "Duque pretended to be ignorant.
"What do you mean?"
"The High Elves can't defeat the Orcs, Ogres, Gollons and Giant Demons, but can't they defeat a group of Giant Demons who don't even know how to break through magic?" Duque replied with a faint smile.
"Oh — If this is true, then this is definitely the best news I've heard since Cuel Salas was invaded." The one who replied was not Aurelia, but Prince Kael 'thas, who had unknowingly appeared in the corridor a few metres away.
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