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The element told Thrall that this place is called the Stonetalon Mountains. The orc chief observed that there were some small hills around it, and to the west was a beautiful sea view. Huge sandstone cliffs and peaks reached into the sky. Under the erosion of the river, the Stonetalon Mountains stretched

It is a very large canyon, and the tribe's army is passing through here.

In addition, the climate here is also very extreme. In its lower altitude areas, the climate is hot and dry. Food cannot grow. Once it enters the rainy season, the ground becomes smooth and gray-white. Walking on the slopes or cliffs in the rain

It is very dangerous - water seeps out of the sandstone and there is a risk of falling.

The Stonetalon Mountains also have an obvious feature that is easy to notice - wind. Sometimes a slight breeze brings fresh air from the sea, sometimes hurricanes bring sandstorms, or even storms from the mountains to the west.

"Chief, we have been trekking in the wilderness for a week. Apart from centaurs and wild boars, we have not encountered any other threats, but our warriors have almost had enough of this endless road." Thrall.

The wolf cavalry captain Nazgair beside him said. He is a strong warrior and comes from the Frostwolf clan.

Warg Snowsong did not slow down because his master wanted to speak. Its tacit understanding with Thrall was better than the bond between Thrall and Doomhammer.

"Yes, boredom and the scorching sun are driving us crazy, but we must be patient. Let the soldiers follow closely and not fall behind. The elements tell me that someone is following us."

"What?" Nazgair looked at the chief in surprise, quickly took off the weapon from his back, and said angrily: "I will lead people to kill the guy who is following us now."

"No." Thrall stopped him, "We should continue on our way, finding the prophet is the primary goal. If the person following will not attack us, then let him go. Once I see the prophet, everything will come to light.

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Nazgael snorted and took back his battle ax, "As you wish, Chief."

"What's going on ahead?" Thrall heard the sound of fighting. After they climbed over a hill, they found a battle taking place in the valley below.

"It's the Warsong Clan!" Nazgael recognized the red flag in the camp at a glance. Thrall also saw it, and he was happier than anyone else. Before the great migration of the orcs came to Kalimdor, they encountered

Due to the storm at sea, many clans were separated, especially the Warsong clan. Thrall has never found the whereabouts of Grom Hellscream.

"They are fighting humans."

"Humans?" Thrall was angry but also surprised. How could there be humans in this place? "Lok'tar, the warriors of the tribe, the Hellscream and Warsong clans need help!"

The human troops fighting against the Warsong Clan were large in size, and they were led by a gray-haired wizard.

"Dirty orcs, how dare you follow us here?" the mage shouted.

"Save your breath, human. When my blood roar tears apart your flesh and blood, you still have the strength to scream." Grom dodged the mage's fireballs left and right, and kept approaching him...

The battle ended quickly. Humans were attacked from both sides and suffered numerous casualties.

Thrall finally met the chief of the Warsong clan, but he didn't have time to greet him, "Grom, what's going on? Damn it, why are humans here."

The killing passion in Hellscream's eyes has not dissipated, but he has not yet been completely immersed in it, "Like us, Thrall. A human girl named Jaina Proudmoore guided these humans here, and her army blocked them.

Our northbound passage."

Thrall nodded and said a low "Yes", "No matter what, we must pass through the northern passage. I will send troll hunters to scout the surrounding area while we establish the base. Before that,

We'd better stay away from those humans."

The last sentence was obviously meant for Grom. Hellscream was resentful and disappointed. He thought that Thrall would order a direct attack on the human army, and he would be happy to be the vanguard.

"Whatever you say, Chief."

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There are many sheltering rocks in the Stonetalon Mountains, and Nathanos found the most secluded place with the widest view. After the orcs led by Thrall arrived here, they immediately began to collect available resources around them to build a camp.

There are some trolls. They are different from the Amani trolls that Nathanos has seen. These trolls are smaller and do not have emerald green skin like the forest, but dark purple. But the ones that concern Nathanos the most are

It was the chief of the Warsong clan. After so many years, they met again. The last time they met was at the Dark Portal.

"Humans and orcs, it's really lively."

'And the undead!'

"Who?" Nathanos became alert. He was used to the Lich King's whispers, but the voice of the person who spoke in his mind just now was very clear and without any sense of oppression. He was definitely not the Lich King.

The other party did not answer him. It was impossible for the undead body to have auditory hallucinations among the living. Nathanos felt as if he was not only being monitored by the Lich King, but also had many pairs of eyes controlling him.

"No matter who you are, it's best not to be caught by me." Nathanos clenched his fists, threatening the invisible whisperer, and then continued to keep an eye on the movements of the orcs. That Thrall obviously didn't want to fight humans.

He found a group of goblins, exchanged for an airship, and prepared to bypass the human camp from the sky. However, Grom Hellscream did not seem to give Thrall a chance to do this. He and his clan broke away from the orc camp and started directly

Attack humans. With no choice but to do so, Thrall also ordered the destruction of surrounding human camps. After the battle, several airships stopped in front of the orcs.

"Very good, with this kind of flying prop, I can reach Stonetalon Peak tomorrow morning."

"Real orcs should choose to rush through the human defense line." Hellscream and the two Warsong orcs walked up to Thrall at some point and laughed mercilessly.

The young chief of the tribe was planning to deal with the Warsong clan's problem, and the leader of the other party also happened to arrive. Thrall, furious, asked Grom: "Have you lost your mind, Grom? I will give it to you.

A direct order was issued not to have contact with humans. Damn it!" Thrall looked at Hellscream's Blood Roar, which was stained with human blood, contrasting with the river of blood in the human camp.

"What happened to you?"

Grom took a step forward, pointed at Thrall and cursed: "Don't teach me, boy! These bastards should have been killed." After saying this, his tone suddenly changed like the moody sea.

He calmed down, "This feels so similar, Sal. It seems like the past years...the devil is around."

"I don't know what happened to you and your people, but I can't stand such bloodthirsty behavior."

Hellscream gasped and slowly lowered his head, "I'm sorry, Thrall. You are right... I will handle it."

"I can't place my hope on luck." Thrall stepped onto the ladder of the airship, turned to Grom and said: "Grom, take your clan to the northern forest and build a base. I will contact you after I find the prophet.

You'll meet."

The goblin airship flew up using the lift generated by the huge balloon.

Nathanos watched them leave, and the pursuit should be over. The remaining orcs were not a large force of the Horde, and there was no value in continuing to stare.

'Follow up, follow Grom Hellscream.'
Chapter completed!