Stormwind God

Night, quiet, peaceful, restful night.

The forest that had been burnt down was as quiet as a grave where everything could be buried.

With the last Mars in the forest extinguished, the heat between heaven and earth finally came to an end.

Just on the bluestone road between the two huge woods, a team of human sentries were stationed at the intersection. They have a very standard alert system, enough to expand horizons of fire, and light or dark sentry posts.

However, beyond the shadow of the campfire, some huge but completely silent shadows sneaked into their alert range.

They slowed down and took every step carefully on the ground full of charred bark, their hands clasping various weapons to avoid making a collision sound when moving.

Obviously, their worries are superfluous.

Humans are far less sensitive than their long-eared allies.

The ground was dark, and only occasionally a cold moonlight was cast from the gaps in the dense clouds.

The light fell on the ground, giving a strange scene.

Darkness is a very fatal thing for human beings, but it is nothing for trolls. Darkness travels through the forest for many years, so that the trolls have the talent of [Dark Vision].

No, it should be said that as the night elves of the branch of the dark trolls 14,000 years ago, their talent was inherited from the trolls.

At this moment, the troll's pupils were dilated, and the darkness was swept away. Every detail in the forest was burnt out.

In the face of these forest-destroying humans, the trolls were extremely angry.

Therefore, when they shot, they all threw spears with rage.

Almost instantly, a team of twelve scouts completely disappeared from the world.

For three days, relying on the time the fire blocked the tribe's path, the rescue force led by Duke reduced the distance between them and the tribal army to 120 kilometers.

This is already a fairly sensitive distance. If you die in a hurry, you can kill in half a day.

At this time, Duke lost the trail of the Horde army.

It wasn't Orgrim ’s army that played on earth, but Duke let all the scouts sent by Stratholme be killed. Not only did the scouts get killed, even the full 5 flamethrower teams that Duke had sent Makaro were killed.

Duke looked pale.

What shakes Duke and Aurelia is yet to come.

Clearly aware of the whereabouts of his army had been exposed, Orgrim simply played a beautiful intelligence suppression. He not only dispatched Tzujin's troll troops, scouts hunting humans and elves everywhere. He also had Zuluhed's Dragoons attack all human settlements in the area.

You know, this area is far from the Eastern Plaguelands that were completely destroyed in the later generations. As the rear of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, here is still an important food producing area of ​​Lordaeron.

In the case that most of the combat power was transferred to the border defense of the Silver Pine Forest, the area of ​​Stratholme, which was originally the rear, was really empty. Many towns and cities can't even make a bow and arrow team. Not to mention dealing with the red dragon flying around in the sky.

For a time, the city was in danger.

The nobles of Marris Farm, Darrow County, Stratholme and other places all turned to Lordaeron for help. King Terenas, who was under great pressure, immediately threw a pile of orders that meant full help to Duke.

Duke almost wanted to die when he saw the magical message.

"Orgrim is going to fight Stratholme?" Windsore asked.

"No, this is just a blindfold." Duke was absolutely sure: "If Orgrim dares to attack any human city before playing Quel'Thalas, I bet the troll leader Zul'jin will definitely take him away. . "

"The problem is that no Alliance King knows trolls like you, and everyone knows the leader of the trolls. Or, they know that you are right, but because of the pressure below, you have to put pressure on you. . "

Duke couldn't help grinning: "Rigi, do you know that the position of deputy commander of the league is not good now?"

Windsor nodded.

"I must admit that Orgrim has played so beautifully. Now the arrogant arrogance of the Silvermoon Council believes that the tribe is to clean up Lordaeron's city. Lordaeron also wants the tribe to get out and fight the elves. Or jumping into the sea is fine, as long as they don't sway on their land. "

"That said, can we only count on two windrunners?"

"Yes, camp."

With less troops than the Horde, Duke didn't dare to advance. He is a little bit of people, it ’s okay to pinch the tribe before and after playing with the elves. Once ambushed into chaos, the destruction is a matter of minutes.

He can't afford to gamble.

the other side……

"In the name of Silvermoon, where are they?" Aurelia ran through the forest with a long thin sword in her hand. The flapping of leaves and branches made her figure look a bit fuzzy.

Not many rangers have been fanned out to expand the scope of the investigation.

However, when Aurelia knew that her enemies had trolls, she desperately wanted them not to break into any of the trolls. She hoped that she or Sylvanas would find these abominable green skins first.

Alleria was lost again.

Both her reason and affection told her that Duke's inference was correct. In fact, it was Aurelia who obeyed and obeyed his arrangement that she would search the tribe across the mountains.

On the other hand, she couldn't help thinking that if she didn't come to ask for help, when the orcs and trolls arrived at the Eversong Forest, she would be able to face her invaders with her family and her fellow men Fight evil together.

This is a very conflicting relationship.

She knew very well that for some special reason Duke wanted her to be separated from Quel'Thalas, but she could not give up her country and her compatriots.

After all, this is the land where she has lived for thousands of years and has been fighting for.

Alleria was tangled.

At this moment, she suddenly heard a whistle from the wind. That was her sister calling her.

Alleria hurried over quickly.

It was a fork in a forest.

This is not the traditional way for people to come out, it is more like a trail dedicated to animals. However, this trail has special significance for trolls. Trolls like to announce important things at this kind of intersection.

For example, now this is a withered troll corpse hanging on a Sancha junction.

The hair on the body was obviously shiny, and all the feathers and teeth on the body were new, but the troll seemed to have been drained of flesh and blood.

"This is the former leader of a certain troll clan, which failed in some kind of ritual for the election of the leader, and was directly sacrificed to the evil god. Then, I found that the entire clan of that clan has migrated, and the target is north ..." (Unfinished to be continued.)

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