At this time, Orgrim, who was in his prime, came over with his famous [Hammer of Destruction].
"Thrall, let's go if you're done celebrating."
"So soon?" Thrall was a little surprised to see Orgrim looking a little anxious.
On the other side, Grom, who was carrying [Bloodhowl], also came over. "Thrall, you're still too young. You haven't seen the Alliance's terrifying battle potential or those strange weapons of destruction. I suggest you listen to Orgrim when it comes to the big picture. "
Thrall was a leader-type Beastman that only appeared once in a thousand years. He had unimaginable wisdom and character.
That's right, character determined fate.
Experience also shaped character.
Different from the original history, Thrall had been found by Orgrim at a young age through the prophecy of the Shaman Prophet. He had grown up in a different environment and been secretly protected.
Even though he was still a gladiator, he didn't receive the abuse that he should have received. At the same time, Blackmoore's human lover no longer sympathized with him and gave him warmth.
What replaced it was Orgrim's earnest teachings from a young age.
Thrall was now raised according to the standard chieftain template.
He had a humble personality and listened to Orgrim, who was both his teacher and his father.
Thrall lowered his head slightly. "Indeed, in the arena, I've heard many legends about the strength of the humans and dwarves. I've never seen them before. Orgrim and Grom, you two have more experience in this than I do. I'll listen to you. "
At this time, a Beastman scout came over.
"What? The Scarlet Cross is near us?! "The three leaders were shocked.
The Scarlet Cross, which they had labeled as their number one target, had actually been stationed in the northwest, less than 30 kilometers away from here, without their knowledge.
This was a huge threat.
Grom raised his ferocious Bloodhowl. "How about it? Do you want to fight? "
"Yes!" Thrall and Orgrim said in unison.
"Then let's go!"
Regardless of whether the humans were ambushing them or not, this battle had to be fought.
Duque didn't know that in these ten years, the Lordaeron people had suppressed the Horde very well. They continued to build bunkers and walls to reduce the living space of the Beastmen. Thrall and Orgrim had long thought of abandoning the Lordaeron continent and seizing a ship to cross the Kalimdor continent.
This time, Sal had gathered the elites of the Warsong and Frostwolf Clans. In addition to the 20,000 people he had rescued, as well as the 30,000 old, sick, and disabled, there were a total of 150,000 Beastmen.
The migration of such a large number of Beastmen could not be hidden from anyone.
Rather than praying that the Scarlet Cross Army was blind and could not see the existence of this Orc army, it was better to get rid of this terrifying tail.
After so many years of battle, these Beastmen had become extremely elite. From the military system to the command system, Orgrim had modified them based on human methods.
Ten minutes after the order was given, an army of more than 80,000 people was mobilized.
“lok-tar！”
The loud and clear charge that had been absent from the Rotterdam Kingdom for many years sounded again.
Saar, Grom, Orgrim, and the even more muscular Rexxar were leading an army of 80,000 Beastmen towards the encampment of the Blood Cross.
"Hahaha! I don't know why, but I suddenly remembered that terrible long-distance raid 13 years ago. "Orgrim suddenly laughed.
"Which time? The time when we were near the Long Song Forest? "Saar remembered every battle that Orgrim had mentioned.
"Yes! We ran madly for three hours, but we were completely empty-handed. "
"Was it that Duke Marcus who led the army?"
"Yes. If possible, I really don't want to meet that guy again. Luckily, the Scarlet Cross Army has nothing to do with that guy. "Orgrim sighed.
"He's been dead for more than 10 years," Grom muttered unhappily.
"He's gone missing!" Orgrim emphasized. "Even though I don't want to meet him, as long as I don't see his head, I won't be stupid enough to think that my greatest enemy is dead. Saar, do you understand? Never underestimate your enemy until you are sure that he is dead. "
"Understood." Saar nodded.
Grom shrugged. "You guys are just too careful."
The Beastmen's speed was very fast. As long as they were the elites of the first-line clans with strong bodies, it would not be a problem for them to run for fifty kilometers at full speed.
Thirty kilometers would only take about two hours.
However, when they arrived, the strange scene in front of them left them scratching their heads.
The camp was empty. From the looks of it, they had left for about two hours, heading towards the mountains in the north.
What was even stranger was that there were obvious signs of a battle in the camp.
Broken antlers, claw marks on the camp gate …
Years of experience fighting in forests and mountains allowed Grom to immediately make a judgment. "There was a battle here. It wasn't big, but it must have been a battle."
"With who!?" Saar immediately asked.
Grom gave a look, and a Warsong Beastman Warrior immediately ran over and dug up the huge pile of soil that was obviously newly filled in.
"The corpses were all burned, so I can't tell. But it looks like it was a human civilian. "
Human? Civilian?
Did the Scarlet Cross suppress a peasant uprising?
Saar lacked experience, but Orgrim wasn't. The former chief frowned. "Why are there traces of Holy Light on these corpses?"
Just as Orgrim was confused, cheers suddenly erupted in the camp.
"What's wrong?"
"Weapons! So many weapons! High-grade stuff! "a chiliarch came back to report.
"Let's go take a look!"
It was a batch of well-made two-handed hammers and axes that were clearly made by the dwarves. They were made for humans.
The handles, heads, and blades of the hammers were made of steel. The Beastmen loved these weapons so much that they couldn't put them down.
Especially the older Beastmen who had experienced the battle at the Dark Portal. They were lecturing the new generation of Beastmen on how good these dwarven goods were.
"What's going on?!" Orgrim's brows were knitted together.
"They left in a hurry. These weapons are too heavy. They can't be transported. "Grom didn't seem to mind." Perfect for us. You have to know that killing ten human Warriors might not even be enough to get you a good weapon. The standard weapons of the human soldiers are too light. I'm not used to them. "
Grom was speaking the truth.
Human battle formations emphasized teamwork. Other than the nimble spears, weapons that were too long or too heavy would be a hindrance to their teammates. Other than skilled Knights or Holy Knights, very few humans would use heavy weapons on the battlefield.
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