The two-handed weapons of the humans were only one-handed weapons in the hands of the Beastmen, but they were still a hundred times better than the wooden mallets and stone axes that most Beastmen used.
"Is it poisoned?" Orgrim asked worriedly.
The chiliarch shook his head. "Our people used war wolves to smell it. It's fine. It's just that there seems to be some remnants of human holy light on the weapons. "
After Orgrim heard this, he was relieved. "This should be the reserve of the human's' Silver Hand '. I just don't know why they were in such a hurry to leave these weapons here. "
Looking at the two thousand or so high-quality heavy weapons, Orgrim had an inexplicable doubt in his heart.
An army that was likely here to suppress the Beastman uprising had left behind such a large number of weapons. It was practically giving aid to the enemy.
"Do we not want these weapons?" Thrall frowned.
Orgrim gritted his teeth. "Yes! Why not? If the humans dare to come, we don't mind using their weapons to teach them an unforgettable lesson. "
Grom said, "Then are we going to chase after the Scarlet Cross in the north? Fighting in the mountains is more advantageous for us. "
Thrall said, "Won't they be too far away from our main force? There are still many children and pregnant women there. "
Thrall did not know that this sentence had directly pushed the Beastman army into danger.
This was the asymmetry of information.
Beastmen were not suited to be scouts, so the Beastmen's information about Lordaeron was limited to the mountains. In the past, they might have been able to hear some news through the Beastman slaves who knew the common language. After the uprising, the people of Lordaeron naturally hunted Beastmen without restraint. Many slave owners were afraid of trouble, so they killed all their Beastman slaves and gladiators.
Although Thrall's army seemed strong, in a sense, he was in trouble now that he had lost his eyes.
Orgrim pondered for a moment. "If we catch up to the Scarlet Cross, we might be able to deal a heavy blow to them. But the South Sea City is also very strong. I'm also worried that they will send troops. "
Since they had reached an agreement, the Beastmen retreated. The strongest Beastmen naturally had the best weapons.
What the Beastmen were most worried about did not happen. The main force was still waiting near Gorhold Castle.
"Let's go!"
If the Beastmen wanted to cross the Endless Sea, there were not many routes they could choose. After all, the coastline of Lordaeron was very steep, and even the Beastmen could not go down.
The best route was from Gorhold Castle to the northeast. Although they had to pass through Eagle Nest Mountain under the Wildhammer Dwarves' eyes, with the protection of the forest, they might be able to reach an agreement with the Jungle Trolls again. Unfortunately, the end of this route was a dead end.
It was precisely because Orgrim's tribe had used the Hinterlands' Sea-watching Cliff to enter and exit the Lordaeron continent. Naturally, the human kings would not ignore this flaw. Under the premise that they could not extend their control to the Hinterlands, the kings came up with a good idea — to ask the nagas and murlocs under Duke's command to guard the sea on the other side of the cliff.
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Kurtiras's Fifth Fleet was stationed at the fortress of Tol Barad Island all year round. Even if they broke through the Southshore defense line, it would be suicide.
The North Coast and Whispering Coast at the northernmost tip of Lordaeron were not out of the question. The problem was that the Beastmen had just revolted there, and it was like poking a hornet's nest.
To Thrall and the others, it was a dead end. Little did they know that the Scourge Army would wipe them out.
As a result, the only way out was to the west of the continent, the South Stream Coast and the North Stream Coast. There was a long coastline between the two coasts.
This road was like a wooden bridge. This meant that the Beastmen army would have to pass through South Sea, Dalajan, and Gilness.
But Orgrim's analysis: South Sea had no military force, and Gilness had built the Greymane Wall to isolate them. Other than the Dalajan, the other two were unlikely to send troops.
However, as the Beastmen army carefully passed through the Hillsbrad Hills from east to west and approached the Dalajan, they suddenly realized that the situation was completely beyond their imagination.
"What!? Humans like monsters? "Thrall was stunned.
"Yes! Those human civilians have gone crazy. Their eyes are even redder than when we drank the demon's blood ten years ago! " One of the chiliarchs grumbled, "My men have already torn them in half, but they can still bite us with their mouths. It feels like they are dead, but how can the dead move? "
Thrall and Orgrim's faces immediately turned pale.
Something was wrong!
The two quickly rushed to the front line on their war wolves.
The situation in front of them shocked them.
Once upon a time, humans used the term "green sea" to describe the Horde's attack.
Now, the situation seemed to have completely reversed.
The brave Beastmen formed a relatively tight line, slashing at the humans who were charging at them without any regard for their lives.
No, it was obvious that these were not humans.
These terrifying creatures that looked like humans had long lost their lives.
Thrall saw with his own eyes a man whose chest had been eaten by an unknown creature waving a pitchfork. His teeth were exposed through the torn skin on his face, and an unknown black liquid was flowing between the gaps of his teeth. He madly rushed up and attempted to kill an Orc.
Even after being cut in half, the monster still crawled up from below. While the Orc warrior was busy dealing with the other two monsters, it viciously bit the Orc warrior's exposed calf.
"No! These are not humans! They are some kind of undead! Ancestors above, no wonder the humans did not come looking for trouble with us. They are in huge trouble themselves! "Orgrim cried out in shock.
"Should we retreat?" Thrall asked anxiously.
"Retreat! Retreat immediately! We do not need to foolishly get involved in this disaster. "Orgrim clenched his teeth.
Just as the Horde was about to retreat, the dark aura of the wind became even more violent.
On the shore of Lake Lordamir, east of the Dalajan City, countless undead walked up from the cold bottom of the lake.
In the camp of the Calamity Army, accompanied by the cold wind that defied the weather, black flags were raised high and fluttering.
As if they sensed something, the giant Arachne and the Cursing Sect's Death Acolytes raised their heads at the same time.
Not only them, but the Death Knight generals and Liches with dark aura all looked southeast at the same time.
In their eyes, which were pulsing with soul flames, was a holy pillar of light that almost shot up to the sky.
Deep in their eye sockets, a trace of doubt appeared.
Holy Knights? So many?
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