Orgrim was agitated.
Orgrim, who had returned to the wetlands alone, was almost in a frenzy. He mobilized all the resources at his disposal and launched an irrational attack on the Alliance.
In Danmoro, Orgrim mobilized a hundred thousand Beastmen laborers, ignoring the harassment of the Dwarven Assault Team and forcefully breaking open the mountain. If the Ironforge relied on the entire mountain, then the Tribe would use brute force to destroy the entire mountain.
In the wetlands, Orgrim stayed in the Grim Batol Fortress for three days. The news that came out was that the furious chief had the Beastman Warlock Nekros inflict the cruelest soul torture on the Red Dragon Queen.
In the end, Orgrim managed to squeeze out a few Red Dragon fighters who were in hiding.
Kerentaz.
Gahiran.
Christasa.
Hillstrasza.
Two males and two females. Unable to endure the faint waves of pain that their queen transmitted through her soul, the four dragons jumped out on their own and landed in the Tribe's bowl.
As a result, the tribe now had five ancient dragons, or at least close to the ancient level. These five Giant Dragons harassed the Alliance's defense line day and night.
The entire Alliance was in a heated argument over whether or not to kill these Red Dragons who had become enemies.
Did the Alliance have no backup plan?
Definitely not.
In a throne meeting at the command center near Southshore, King Solas of Stromgard, whose country had officially been destroyed, was furious. Bang! Bang! Bang! He slammed the table.
"Those damned Red Dragons have fallen into the abyss of evil! I don't want to hear anything about being kind! The truth is that these giant lizards went crazy for their queen. They burned down our home and our capital! Five Dragons! They are enough to destroy every city on this road except for Dalajan and Silverymoon! "
Every one of them understood Solas's rage. King Laing and General Haas, whose country had also fallen and their capital destroyed, resonated deeply.
King Zeon Graiman of Gilneas was the most shocked. Among the remaining Alliance capitals, his home was the weakest and closest. "What are we waiting for? If we gather all the Advanced Mages from the Dalajan and Cuel Salas, we won't have any problem killing these dragons! "
Antonidas and Prince Kael'thas, who was attending the meeting as a representative, had the darkest faces. In the end, it was Antonidas who spoke. "If they are willing to land and fight us, we can still kill these five red dragons. There are two problems. First, will they obediently land on the ground and bombard us? "
Everyone's expression turned ugly.
"Secondly, before you make this decision, please take a look at the list of dragons we have collected about the Red Dragon Legion. I must remind you that this list is not complete. "
There were forty to fifty Red Dragon names displayed on the projection screen. Half of them were male and half were female. At the end of the name, the age of the dragon was also roughly stated.
Dragons were divided into twelve levels according to their age, starting from the weakest hatchlings to the Archaic Dragons like Alexstrasza, also known as the strongest guardian dragons of the Primordial Dragons.
Basically, for pure-blooded dragons, age was a symbol of strength.
Looking at such a large group of dragon brothers, sisters, and sisters, from the very old to the Primordial Dragons, even the most arrogant king would lose his temper.
"Then what do we do? Wait for death one by one? "The old Zeon spread his hands in despair.
"If Duque can save the Red Dragon Queen …" Anduin Lothar whispered.
Kudran Wildhammer shouted, "Isn't it just a fortress? Find a cloudy night with no moonlight, I'll gather all the Wildhammer Dwarves and mount a griffin for a surprise attack. "
Krasus, who was beside Antonidas, finally couldn't help but speak. "Please, do you think that Queen Alexstrasza, who participated in the Primordial War and killed tens of thousands of demons, is tied up in a fortress by a thumb-thick chain, waiting for you to rescue her?"
"Then what's going on?!" Dwarves had always been the negative example of the word 'patient'. Kudran had a look of 'I'll give you ten seconds to solve the riddle, and if you don't tell me the answer, I'll flip the table.
Krasus added, "Sir Marcus isn't very sure himself, but he has a direction."
Krasus didn't dare to say the word "Demon's Soul" because he had a bad feeling, as if someone was manipulating Alexstrasza's fall.
"What the hell, in the end, we still have to trust that brat Duque?" King Zeon muttered.
King Terenas narrowed his eyes. "Our vice commander has always done a good job. Why can't we trust a hero who has proven himself to the world? "
During this period of time, the cleanup of the Horde in the Tirisfal Glades was quite effective. There were already 15,000 Orcs who had their heads chopped off.
Tashan's Orc head at the north gate of Lordaeron was not a lie.
"Hmph!" Zeon snorted, tacitly agreeing.
The big shots of the Alliance still felt quite helpless. They didn't expect that in the end, they could only rely on Duque.
How ironic. Hundreds of thousands of troops couldn't advance, and they could only wait for a young man who might die to save himself, the whole Alliance, and the whole world.
Duke wasn't too clear about what was going on in the outside world. He could only understand what was going on in the outside world through magic communication when he stopped to set up camp.
Duque didn't dare to send too many messages, he was afraid that he would be detected. Some dragons were quite sensitive to magic fluctuations. He wasn't sure how many dragons in the Red Dragon Army were actually working for the Orcs, or were just doing their jobs.
Duque didn't dare to take the risk.
Four days had passed. In this wetland full of swamps, the biggest threat was nothing more than annoying mosquitoes.
Don't think that rolling around on the grass on a summer night is very romantic. When the mosquitoes swarmed you within a few minutes and stung all your exposed skin, you wouldn't be able to cry even if you wanted to.
Of course, as a college student with some common sense, he prepared garlic and sulfur in advance.
Garlic repelled mosquitoes, and sulfur repelled snakes and bugs.
While Windsor was a ranger, she loved nature. Mosquitoes were a woman's natural enemy.
At first, only Duque and Marian used their tents. Later, in order to save sulfur, Marian and Duque's tents were next to each other. Windsor, on the other hand, squeezed into Duque's tent.
Don't think that anything could happen. With so many third wheels around, you could turn around and everyone would know …
If you didn't look at the terrible swamp nearby, the constantly changing scenery made the journey quite poetic. Thanks to the swamp that could swallow people whole, the Orcs weren't as vigilant as expected.
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