Chapter 410
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It was a valley.
To be more precise, it was not a valley. It was more like a small pit. It was about six meters wide and five meters deep. It was surrounded by cliffs and rocks, forming a perfect shelter. That was probably the reason why they chose to meet here.
Orgrim and his two most trusted and powerful guards were hiding at the edge of the pit. His troll subordinates scattered a lot of leaves and smelly things on him. As much as the Great Chieftain disliked these things, he and his guards put up with it.
Not long after, he heard a sound.
Following the direction of the sound, Orgrim saw a creature the size of an orc laborer clumsily moving towards the bottom of the valley.
Orgrim gripped the [Doomhammer] in his hand tightly as he stared at the newcomer cautiously.
The creature leaned against the cliff and panted heavily. Then it stood up and looked around.
"Hey …" The cloaked figure called out softly.
"I'm here." Orgrim replied. He stretched his body and crawled out from the pile of leaves to the empty area at the bottom of the valley.
The mysterious figure stood up straight. When he got closer to the chief, his breathing quickened. Orgrim also noticed that there was a short axe hanging on the man's waist. It was a completely different item compared to the troll's junk. It was well-made and had no signs of wear. It was obvious that the man had never used it before.
"Are you … Are you Doomhammer?" The man stammered, his body involuntarily shrinking back. "Can you speak the common language?"
"I am Orgrim Doomhammer, the leader of the Blackrock clan, the chief of the tribe. I can understand your language." Orgrim used the standard common language to answer. "And you, are you the one who sent me the secret message?"
This was a secret meeting. In theory, no third party would know about it.
Unfortunately, this so-called theory was as clear as a lighthouse in the dark to a certain shameless transmigrator.
In the hastily built Northern Fortress, Duque was sitting in the highest room in the highest tower. People in this era did not have the concept of ventilation. Duque only felt comfortable when he was at a high place.
Duque lightly tapped the table with his index finger as he felt the cold wind that almost forced its way in through the firing hole. A cold breeze blew past Duque's back. Duque didn't even turn his head to know who it was.
"Yo, my dear, how was your harvest today?"
Aurelia's face reddened. She pretended to be indifferent and snorted, "Humph! Who's your darling? "
Duque facepalmed. He was also puzzled. How could a mature and beautiful domineering woman suddenly change into a tsundere?
"But judging from your expression, you must have had a good harvest, right?"
"Fortunately, I killed a few Twin-headed Ogres with my Double Arrow. Now they've all retreated into the mountain paths. "
The Twin-headed Ogre was very difficult to deal with. Not only was its skin thick enough to block ordinary swords, but it also had two heads and three hearts.
Either one of its heads or all three hearts were pierced through. Otherwise, the Ogre would not die.
Duque had seen it with his own eyes. An Ogre whose chest had been pierced by two crossbow bolts struggled to use a large wooden stick to break the crossbow bolts that were as thick as a human's arm. It got up and charged towards the humans for hundreds of meters before it was surrounded by a large group of soldiers with steel pikes. It was stabbed dozens of times before it died.
Only someone like Aurelia, who had stepped into the realm of heroes, could deal with the Twin-headed Ogre easily.
"Good job, kill more of them. It'll be much easier for us in the future."
"Humph! It's your fault for not letting us in. "
Duque laughed. "I'm just afraid that you guys will kill them all too quickly. Then I won't be able to ask Terenas for more troops."
Duque's way of doing things was a bit like raising bandits to protect himself. It was because of the threat of the Horde that Duque and Terenas were able to force the lords of the eastern part of Lordaeron to pay up. These bastards knew that the Silverpine Forest was under threat, but they were still slacking off. They didn't want to pay up, but they didn't want to.
Now that the tribe was almost at their doorstep, these people panicked and hurriedly conscripted soldiers and paid up. Duque had all the manpower and money he wanted.
Unfortunately, these lords were too late in mobilizing. They had gathered more than forty thousand people, but Duke found that only a thousand of them were professional soldiers, less than five thousand were militia who had received basic military training, and the remaining thirty thousand were all farmers who had just washed their feet in the fields.
The only good thing was that Lordaeron was so damn rich that they gave them 50,000 sets of armor and swords without any hesitation.
These days, Duque had sent almost all of his subordinates who knew how to train soldiers to train these farmers.
Aurelia didn't care either. She, her sisters, and more than 500 Elven Rangers slaughtered Zumashar's tribe every day. They only retreated when the Horde sent out their Wyverns.
Hearing Duque say that he was afraid that they would wipe out the entire tribe, Aurelia couldn't take it anymore. "Hey, aren't there more than 50,000 Horde's main force inside?"
"Orgrim ran away long ago. There's nothing inside except for less than 3,000 elites."
"Huh?!" Aurelia exclaimed, and then her expression turned serious. "Then why don't you go after the Horde?"
"It's not that I don't want to go, but I don't want to." Duque took out a very official letter.
Aurelia glanced at it. "Your Majesty Eden thinks that Alterac is not threatened by the Horde's army and refuses to let the Alliance in? The main force of the Horde is in Alterac?! "
The female Ranger was instantly agitated. "What the hell! Why won't Eden let us in? Is he an idiot? Is he as arrogant as those damned Silver Moon Councilors? How can a small mountain kingdom be so arrogant? "
Duque didn't say anything. He just opened a few magic images for Aurelia.
When Alleria saw this, she immediately covered her mouth and cried out, "How tragic …"
"Yes, very tragic!"
These images showed the tragic situation in various parts of Lordaeron.
The desolate land was dead silent. The land was an intoxicating green, but there were no signs of birds or beasts. On the image was a huge human town. Now, a large number of scavengers were gathering.
Vultures, crows, wild dogs, maggots …
There wasn't a single intact wall in the huge town, let alone a roof. The corpses of Alliance warriors were nailed to the walls with crude spears. Judging from their armor, they had all died in a fierce battle. But their corpses were desecrated. It was obvious that the Horde Beastmen had nailed them after they died.
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