Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 299: Invasion

Knowing it earlier is priceless.

There is no medicine for regret in the world.

Seeing Duke's men get away so easily, Orgrim regretted it so much that his intestines cleared.

Along the way, he had to subdue a group of warlike orcs to be able to "stealth" until now. The demon blood gave the orcs great strength and physique, but also made the orcs' warlike nature rise to the extreme.

This is a group of unruly subordinates.

The price the Horde has to pay to maintain the orcs' bloodiness and destructive desire is very high.

If Duke accepted the battle, even if the Horde lost, Orgrim could still smooth things over. Now Duke's army was as slippery as a loach, and he wouldn't fight you at all, and Orgrim couldn't do anything about Duke.

Duke obviously wanted to drag the Horde to death.

Now that the orcs and trolls have just joined forces, there are many frictions and many minor conflicts that have not been resolved. In order for different forces and races to unite, in addition to having a common goal and non-conflicting interests, the most important thing is victory.

Any new organization needs to be nourished by victory and success in order to thrive.

The reason why Duke was able to quickly gain a high reputation in the league is because Duke is the undefeated marshal.

Orgrim couldn't have made a promise to the trolls but delayed attacking the elves. On the contrary, the longer it was delayed, the better for the Alliance.

From the holy city of Stratholme to the east, it is basically a desolate land. Even if the Hordes are in chaos here, the impact on Lordaeron will not be too great. And once the Hinterlands are cleared, Duke will receive support from 20,000 elite human soldiers and an entire Wildhammer dwarf gryphon aviation corps.

This is what Duke took advantage of.

Unfortunately, Duke's plan was precise, but Orgrim was even more ruthless.

Looking at the empty human camp, every orc warrior had resentment and unwillingness on their faces. On the contrary, the trolls mostly had disdain and slight mockery in their eyes.

Orgrim shouted loudly: "Did you see that? These are the cunning humans! Humans who never dare to fight the brave orcs head-on. Despicable, cowardly, shameless, and lowly! However, they teased the brave orcs! Can we tolerate this?"

"No! Never!"

"I absolutely cannot tolerate this!"

At that moment, the crowd was in turmoil, and tens of thousands of orcs roared together. They raised their weapons and vented their anger.

"I need a brave general to carry out a very dangerous sabotage mission for the Horde! Who will come!?"

Immediately, more than a dozen generals stepped forward.

However, Orgrim finally chose Noggergar!

Noggergar, who has the title of 'Flesh Ripper'!

This is a famous general from the Warsong Clan who is known for his bravery and ferocity! When he came to the world of Azeroth, he was just an insignificant pawn. Now he is a general.

Where did his military exploits come from?

Ask the human warriors he tore to pieces!

At least three champion knights were torn to pieces by him. These warriors who were the most powerful in the human world became part of his terrifying legend.

Orgrim opened the detailed map seized from humans and said, "I need you to select 10,000 of the most violent orc warriors to destroy here and here, and then come here to join us. Can you do it?"

Nogger's eyes flashed with bloodthirsty ferocity: "No problem, Warchief."

The next morning, Duke smiled bitterly.

the Horde has the advantage in combat power, so it is qualified to divide its troops. A detachment of 10,000 orcs is not too much, but not too little either. If they want to defeat them with all their strength, Duke's army of 30,000 people will have to change its Road.

If you ignore it, that won't work.

Because Orgrim obviously has Duke, or the key to the Alliance - the Alliance has always been a union based on different kingdoms. The Alliance is not like the Horde, where the chieftain has a clear subordinate relationship with the chieftains of the major clans below.

The alliance, especially the current alliance, needs to take into account the interests of each kingdom and the feelings of the people.

Now that detachment was staggered from Duke's 30,000-strong army and headed straight for Dalaran County in the south of Stratholme. In addition, an independent team was heading towards Maris Farm to disrupt Lordaeron's food production. freewēbnoveℓ.com

King Terenas was almost scared to death when he heard the news. Three magical messages in one hour. Duke was annoyed to death.

"Why isn't there a blacklist for magic messages?" Duke rubbed his brows and thought about it. Duke still built a mental barrier. Now, no matter who sends a magic message, Duke can't receive it.

He also gave the system AI a task, how to develop a magic version of the blacklist.

Finally, Duke decided to scare Terenas.

"According to my assessment of the battle situation, the main force of the Horde army is preparing to attack Stratholme. So I can only focus on the Holy City and temporarily give up attacking the Horde's small forces." Duke lied with his eyes open. Ilucia, who was in charge of helping Duke convey the message and taking the scolding, rolled her eyes but still sent the message.

To bear the political pressure from the leader of the alliance is something that no ordinary person would dare to do. One can imagine how much trouble and criticism Duke would face afterwards.

"Order! Evacuate the people from all towns in the entire region, including Darrowshire, and take refuge in the Barov family's Caer Darrow or Stratholme. Order! After clearing out the remaining enemies in the Hinterlands, Seamus...holds the designated position and builds a northern fortress."

This was all for her Quel'Thalas, and the price was that most towns in the region, except Stratholme, would be burned down. Alleria pursed her lips and silently held Duke's hand tightly.

On May 18th, the main force of the Horde finally left the human territory and entered Quel'Thalas.

"Be quiet, or die!" Zul'jin warned his men in the harshest tone.

They were moving rapidly through the forest and into the borders of Quel'Thalas.

Even though they haven't reached that damn magically protected forest yet, Zul'jin doesn't mind having some appetizers first.

His keen senses were reminding him that the elf was not far ahead of him.

He slowed down, taking each step on the tree flexibly and lightly. Zul'jin's movements were so silent that it was hard to imagine that he was a troll over 2.2 meters tall. His huge and slightly slender body was incredibly light and agile, and Zul'jin didn't even touch any leaves or branches.

He held the axe infused with the beast's fighting spirit tightly in both hands, and flew lightly between trees.

He didn't want the elves to know they were coming, at least not yet.

He and the Amani trolls around him watched silently as a twenty-man elven border patrol team walked into their ambush circle.