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Five days later, the tribe was building their frontier positions in the Hillsbrad Hills, and they would not let go of the slightest supplies, wood, stone, etc. around them.

Orgrim was thinking carefully about the foolproof strategy of dealing with human beings. He knew more about human beings' tenacity than anyone else. In front of him was the map of the north provided by the forest troll. Such a vast land, Orgrim wanted to immediately take it into his pocket after seeing it.

"Red." He shouted, and the adjutant walked in.

"What orders do you have, Chief."

"You send three messengers to inform Zujin, Mam and Hellscream, so that they can speed up all preparations immediately."

"As for orders, I'll go now."

"Wait." Orgrim waved to Red, and he thought of something again. "Send another messenger to the Dragon Throat clan, and I know very well how Zulushid is going on with that matter."

"Great Chief!" A soldier ran in and almost stopped.

The Hammer of Destruction frowned: "What's wrong? Are humans coming to attack?"

The soldier shook his head and nodded again.

"Tell me clearly, warrior."

"It's a human, but it's not here to attack. He said he was a messenger."

"Messenger? Ha~" Red laughed: "Chief, let me cut him into pieces and send him back."

"No." Orgrim stopped him. "Take him here to meet me."

The adjutant was wondering why the Hammer of Destruction did this. They had encountered human messengers before, but they all killed them directly to let humans know. Orgrim said that doing this could scare humans, but this time the chief obviously had other ideas.

Red came outside the camp, and the human messenger was waiting under the escort of two cavalrymen. The three men looked very nervous.

"Let them come in." Red shouted to the soldiers, "The Chief wants to see them." There was a sigh around him, and the three humans jumped off the horse and followed closely behind Red. The orcs around him kept staring at them, making them feel like they were prey.

"Chief, I brought them."

The Hammer of Destruction nodded, staring at the sweaty messenger with a sharp gaze. He was frightened. Although Orgrim was still sitting, he was still on the same height as the messenger.

The messenger bowed deeply to him, and in the end he responded to the messenger with a burst of laughter. Orgrim laughed, and so did Red. They had never seen such a humble human being. The mocking laughter echoed in the tent.

"How many of you miss humans like you?" Orgrim asked with a smile.

The messenger was a little confused, but he replied: "I am just a messenger, Lord Chief. Anyone can be competent for this position."

"If everyone in the alliance is as cowardly as you, then we don't have to go through the North Expedition."

Orgrim and Red laughed again. The messenger's face turned dark. He felt that he had been insulted, but he could not show any anger. He came here today and risked his life because he had important things to do. Secondly, the orcs in front of him could easily kill him.

"Master Chief, we have seen the power of the tribe."

"Is that?" Orgrim leaned forward and whispered: "Do you know that this is just my vanguard force?"

"Of course, of course." The messenger's face twitched, obviously he didn't actually know.

"Explanation of your purpose, human." Orgrim returned to his usual posture and his voice became serious. "The joke ended here, you'd better give me a satisfactory answer why you came here, otherwise I'll throw you to feed the wolf."

"Yes, it will definitely satisfy you." The messenger wiped the sweat from his forehead. He regretted taking on this task. "Chief, we have seen the power of the tribe. Our leader knows that he can't resist you, so he intends to form an alliance with your tribe."

"Alliance? Orcs and humans?" Red almost burst into laughter after hearing this. "It's a fantasy, this must be your trick."

"No, no!" The messenger immediately shook his hand, "What I said is true. Our Lord is willing to form an alliance with the tribe, and hopes that the tribe can let his fiefdom go."

So that's it, Orgrim already knew that a traitor within the alliance.

"It seems that you are not representing the entire league, it's really disappointing." Orgrim stood up, and every move he made was accompanied by the slowly diminishing of the messenger's pupils. The orc's strength exceeded his cognition, and the messenger was even more nervous than before.

"Yes..., yes." The messenger stuttered: "No, my lord is only one of the representatives of the Union, and his territory is the smallest of all kingdoms."

Orgrim walked towards the messenger, his pace was steady and powerful.

The messenger felt his murderous intent ready to retreat, but found that his legs were completely out of control. Fear controlled him, and the next second was despair, and the same was true for those who followed him to protect him. The hammer of destruction was enough to become their nightmare.

"Go back and tell your lords." Orgrim's deep eyes seemed to see through the messenger. "The tribe accepted his surrender."

The other side

Nathanos returned to the destroyed village alone. He really found the voodoo doll. The style looked exactly the same as the one he got in Quelselas a few years ago. He is sure now that the trolls must be in the tribe. The reason why there were no trolls on the battlefield Nathanos had also thought about it. There was only one possibility. Orgrim had a major plan. This plan requires the participation of trolls, and at the same time, it could not let others know that the forest trolls have joined the tribe. In addition, trolls are spread throughout this continent, and it may take some time for them to gather together, but it won't be too long because the time for the tribe to launch an attack is approaching. Nathanos was a little worried that the trolls were too familiar with Lordaeron, and they were simply natural guides.

"It's a pity that the league still knows nothing." Nathanos shook his head and prepared to leave. Not long after walking into the forest, a familiar and light figure appeared in front of him. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised and she smiled at Nathanos.

"Is it you?" Aurelia's appearance surprised Nathanos, who was found so quickly. "It seems that I did underestimate the Ranger's tracking ability."

"It's not the first time you are a low-skirt ranger." Aurelia approached him and stopped at three steps. "Why don't you say goodbye?"

"Stay and wait for death?" Nathanos replied.

Aurelia's head lowered slightly, she was indeed wrong before.

"It's my problem, your guess is correct."

"What's the point of saying this now?" Nathanos' tone was very calm, and he couldn't hear any emotional fluctuations. "Can those dead live?"

"No, but they will never sacrifice in vain."

"I have something important." Nathanos didn't want to chat with Aurelia, it was a waste of time. He walked around the side of the elf and planned to leave.

"Nathanos," Aurelia shouted.

He stopped and heard a sound, "Thank you."
Chapter completed!