Horde

After all, all the chieftains agreed that Duke was using the Horde to weaken the high elves, and then if the Horde dared to attack Silvermoon City, Duke would dare to burn the city again. Although this was a perfect misunderstanding, even if Duke wanted to burn it, the elves would definitely not agree, but the Horde didn't know.

An unbroken covenant for 2,800 years! Doesn't it sound impressive?

the Hordes are of different races and lack information, so they have no idea about the little conflicts and dirty deeds between humans and elves.

The result was that all the chiefs believed that instead of wasting their elite troops on the elves who could do no harm to humans, it would be better to withdraw troops as soon as possible to attack key human cities.

Unfortunately, when a very intelligent orc leader meets a troll leader who is only emotional and has long been blinded by hatred, the result is bound to be a tragedy.

"No - the trolls will not recognize this covenant written in the common language of humans and full of word games! As long as the Horde is still fighting the elves with the trolls, we will still be brothers!" Zul'jin roared, holding up his only remaining battle axe.

Orgrim felt aggrieved. There was no direct translation between Troll and Orc. The only language they could communicate in was the Common Language. Zul'jin, you want to destroy the covenant written in the Common Language?

Orgrim was also furious. To be honest, orcs themselves were not a particularly good-tempered race. "I - Orgrim - the Warchief of the Horde! I have to consider the interests of the entire Horde, not the interests of you trolls! Just because there is still one high elf alive in the world, do I want 50,000 elite tribesmen to accompany you trolls to run all over the mountains until every last elf is killed?"

"Yes! That's right! Only in this way can you show your sincerity! Only in this way can you be qualified to become the trolls' ally!"

Zuluhed suddenly stepped forward and swept away all obstacles between him and Zul'jin: "I repeat for the Warchief - the Horde is not just made up of trolls! We have orcs! We have ogres! We have gronn! We have death knights! The trolls have no right to ask the entire Horde to come and serve as their thugs! Without the support of the Horde, you trolls are only fit to be rats in the deep forest! You can't even set foot in Eversong Woods!"

Zuluhed's blunt humiliation made Zul'jin's face flush red. "Rats? How dare you call the people of the great Amani Empire rats? No one can insult the trolls! No—Zuluhed! Kneel down and apologize to the ancestors of the trolls!"

"Apologize? Never! Why should a troll who can't do anything without orcs apologize to the brave orcs?" This time, Zuluhed was also furious and whistled. A huge adult dragon suddenly rose into the air from the rear camp. Even if it was unwilling, as long as Zuluhed gave an order, it would let Zul'jin experience what dragon breath was.

"Zuluhed! This is your last chance. If you don't kneel down and apologize, I will use the wind to cut off your legs and make you kneel forever!" Zul'jin gestured with his battle axe.

"Asshole! Don't you think about it, if it wasn't for the Storm Altar we built for you, where would you get the storm power from!?" Zuluhed drew out his war hammer and started to scold.

"Enough! Enough! Do you really want to fight here and let the humans and elves on the wall laugh at us?" Orgrim rushed between the two and smashed the ground with a hammer. Sand and soil splashed everywhere, and the huge circular pit with a diameter of more than three meters made everyone feel the amazing strength of the chief.

For a moment, the whole place was dead silent.

However, the tense atmosphere did not ease at all. Orgrim saw that the trolls and orcs, who had been closely mixed together for these days, had now stood in two distinct lines, holding weapons and looking at each other nervously.

Orgrim suddenly realized that the honeymoon period between the Horde and the trolls ended the moment Duke's battle flag appeared.

In his heart, Orgrim pronounced the nightmarish name with the greatest hatred.

"Edmund Duke!"

Is this what you planned? Is this what you expected to see?

Very good! I, Orgrim, will remember your insidiousness!

Orgrim's sharp teeth made a chattering sound when he bit them. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Zul'jin with a gleaming gaze.

"Wake up, Zul'jin! The war between the trolls and the elves has lasted for six thousand years. During these six thousand years, neither of you has completely destroyed the other. It is not easy to destroy the other side, and it is not something that can be done in a short period of time. To destroy an intelligent race, it takes a long time and many victories, accumulating victory bit by bit. This time the trolls have won enough. As long as the trolls remain in the Horde, we will eventually destroy all the elves, humans and dwarves and dominate this planet!"

Orgrim's earnest guidance was well-intentioned.

If it were another leader with a clearer mind and above average IQ, he might have listened.

Unfortunately, his obsession with revenge and his successive victories caused Zul'jin's IQ, which was already low to begin with, to drop to the same level as a mentally retarded person.

He decisively refused!

"No need! The trolls are ashamed to associate with the Horde that was scared away by a flag!" Zul'jin raised the remaining axe in his hand high and shouted: "Trolls! We don't need to rely on the cowardly orc tribe! We can destroy Silvermoon City ourselves!"

The hearts of the trolls were stirred by Zul'jin's inflammatory declaration, and they immediately raised their weapons and let out earth-shaking roars.

The spear blades are like a forest, and it really looks like that.

Without caring about the reactions of Orgrim and the others, Zul'jin led the troll chiefs away.

"Idiot! Don't you think that without us, they wouldn't even be qualified to set foot in Eversong Forest?" Zuluhed cursed.

"What do we do?" asked Kargath Bladefist.

"Let's go! And let's go as soon as possible!" Orgrim picked up the map that had fallen to the ground, drew a circle on the map, and finally landed on a name: "Let's go this way, and then go here..."

The chiefs thought about it and finally nodded in unison.

Back to Silvermoon City, at the banquet hall.

Duke finally let go of Alleria reluctantly.

"Duke, go to bed early. We may have a tough battle tomorrow. After all, it will take at least four days for your reinforcements to arrive."

"Hard fight? What hard fight?" Duke pretended to be stupid.

"What's the meaning?"

"If the High Elves can't defeat the large tribe of Orcs, Ogres, Gronn and Trolls, can't they defeat a group of Trolls who don't even know how to break their magic?" Duke replied with a smile.

"Oh - if this is true, it is definitely the best news I have heard since the invasion of Quel'Thalas." The one who answered was not Alleria, but Prince Kael'thas who had appeared in the corridor a few meters away at some point.