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The Taurus and the Trolls were asked to attack the Northern Castle as vanguards. The instructions of Hellscream were that the large troops would follow them. They were hidden at dawn and rushed at night. Bain and Woking were somewhat suspicious of the decision to attack the league, but things often had a good side. In the process, they had a lot of time to talk about the current situation of the tribe.

"We have avoided the front-line command post of the Alliance." Woking used a double-edged knife to carve a simple map on the ground. "Although there is no resistance at present, the Alliance has many abandoned camps in the barren lands, and some campfires are still warm, indicating that people often wander back and forth. They are the eyes of northern castles, and it is not easy to avoid them."

Bain nodded, "I'm also wondering if our actions are still unknown?"

"It is impossible to hide it. Once a fire breaks out, other places will be warned." Woking smiled.

Bain knew he was laughing and hell roaring, and the idea of ​​the chief of the Great Chief occupying Kalimdor was not practical. The alliance was not weak, and the tribe was not strong. At least that was what Bain's father Kane thought. He turned his head to see the resting warriors. Some were ready to go, while others sat on the ground and pondered. The Taurus and the Trolls were intertwined with desire and anxiety for fierce battles, and their leaders were also fighting.

After a while, when the sky gradually darkened, Bain and the others continued to move forward, following the winding path near the northern castle.

"It seems that we are lucky. The scouts from the Northern Castle did not notice us." Woking said.

"Then the alliance may not have noticed our intentions," Bain said.

Woking narrowed his eyes and asked more. "Are there any civilians in the castle?"

"I think there shouldn't be." Bain answered uncertainly. He began to feel a little glad that Garrosh did not come to the battlefield in person, otherwise the orcs would have ordered the execution of all the prisoners of war they had caught.

"Then let's end it soon." Woking jumped off his velociraptor. "If you can..." The troll chief wanted to say something, "Anyway, Hellscream didn't say he wanted to kill everyone, didn't he?"

Bain had a fleeting hope in his heart, but soon he sighed again: "The people in the alliance will not choose to escape easily."

There were patrol soldiers behind the gray-white stones on the tower of the northern castle. Bain raised his hand to order an attack. His hand stopped in mid-air, and the Taurus turned around to look at Woking. The Dark Spear Troll was as entangled as he was, but Woking finally nodded at him. Bain had no choice but to the arrow on the string and had to fire it. His hand fell. The tranquility of the barren land was instantly broken by the roar of charge, and the trolls and the Taurus launched a raid on the alliance's military fortress.

"Go forward!" Bain shouted, his loud voice full of power. "Break through the city gate"

In the chaos, the defenders of the northern castle were caught off guard and the defense organization was very loose. The tribe's taurens and trolls rushed to the bottom of the castle quickly, and the climbing locks and blasting explosives were ready. The shamans summoned huge stones to hit the castle walls.

"Reinforce the city gates everywhere!" someone shouted in the castle defender.

Bain and Woking did not intend to give the enemy a breather. The longer the time was delayed, the more people their tribesmen would fall. The Taurus Chief raised his arms and shouted, and the gate of the alliance was pushed open by the inspired soldiers. Seeing the scene in front of him, Bain knew that victory would be a matter of time sooner or later.

The Taurens and the trolls rushed through the city gate like a flood. Bain followed closely behind, a human guard rushed towards him with a spear. Bain was strong and agile, and familiar with the weapons in the other party's hands. He let out a battle cry and slammed the armor of the human body with a warhammer, causing the metal to sink. The guard fell to the ground in dejection. Then Bain waved the warhammer to deal with the other two soldiers holding the spear. Various sounds filled him: the sudden sound of muskets, the roar of cannons, the roar of arrows, and another metal collision sounding across the battlefield, which was the shouts of the tribe when fighting, killing and death between the Alliance soldiers.

One of the soldiers rushed towards him. However, Bain's sturdy body did not affect his speed. All the spear stabbed was air. While the opponent had not recovered, Bain smashed the human to the ground with a hammer. Another Northern Guard soldier thought he had seized the gap between the other party, but Bain waved the hammer to break the spear, and then smashed the soldier's head like a coconut with a backhand. Bain shook his head, feeling full of regret. The other party died very directly and happily.

Most of the people rushed to the castle, and only a few stayed here, cleaning up the guards fighting in the castle on the periphery of the battlefield.

The attack went very smoothly, and Bain rushed to a tower to see the whole story. Woking was there, but he was alone facing three alliance warriors. The Dark Spear Chief was a powerful witch doctor, using a small but extremely light double-edged sword. When the three rushed towards him and wanted to surround him, Woking showed a cold look. He leaned back, avoided the sweeping spear, and then suddenly burst out, with a speed far beyond the enemy's expectations. His double-edged sword was also too fast to see, as if two shiny deaths were shining in front and behind.

Light. The human who attacked the first person fell to the ground before he realized what was going on. Wojin turned around suddenly and waved the back blade along the arc of the front blade. A "clang" sound broke the spear of another alliance soldier. The troll raised his weapon and slashed deeply at the position between the soldier's neck and shoulders. The other party fell to the ground with a bang. The remaining soldiers were frightened, and his hands and legs almost trembled. Wojin knew that he was afraid and wanted to survive, so the troll chief said in pure human language: "Get out!"

What he and Bain did not expect was that the human being threw away his weapons and did not run towards the stairs, but jumped down the tower directly. Wokin had no time to hold him back. The last soldier was also broken. The Troll Chief and the Taurus Chief stood on the top of the tower in a daze. The two of them did not speak at the first time. Just as Bain was watching, a city wall collapsed, and more soldiers with brown fur and blue skin rushed forward according to the plan. The alliance's defense line retreated step by step and had even collapsed.

"Garrosh's strategic goal has never been a northern castle." Wojin stroked his hands against the cold tower wall, breaking the silence between the two. Bain agreed with him that the real goal of Hellscream was Theramore. From the map, Theramore was just a small place, but there were a large number of alliance soldiers and ships stationed there. The defense ability was much stronger than that of the Northern castle. But Bain knew that Garrosh's army was more than a hundred times more than the soldiers led by him and Wojin.

"Attack Theramore..." Woking continued, his voice aging a lot, "meaning there is no more peace between the tribe and the alliance."

With a thump, Bain's warhammer fell to the ground. Woking looked back at him in surprise. The Taurus Chief's ears were drooping and his breathing was rapid: "There is more war. Mother Earth will suffer terrible trauma."

This sentence also touched Wojin's heart. Unlike the Taurus, he believed in all spirits, and in war, all spirits would be hurt.

The northern castle has fallen, and many Alliance soldiers are still fighting stubbornly, but some of them already know that the situation is hopeless and are trying to escape. Bain was surprised to find that some Taurus and Troll Warriors were constantly rushing towards the Alliance soldiers who were trying to escape. They were already scared and unable to fight, but were still killed. A moment later, a troll hunter ran up and said to Woking: "We have won, Woking. The enemy is fleeing."

The troll leader finally couldn't help it. He grabbed the hunter's arm and "get out of the battle." He shouted, "Driving away the alliance, driving away! Did you hear it? Hear it!"

The hunter looked at the leader in surprise and nodded quickly to convey the order.

"Maybe we underestimated the influence of Hellscream." Bain stood beside him and said, "his cruelty and bloodthirst have assimilated some of our tribesmen."

"That's why I gave this order." Woking observed the situation on the ground. "We have complied with our promises to lead our respective guards to the battlefield. They have fought bravely and have fulfilled their obligations to Garrosh. We cannot sit idly by and watch any tribe become like the chief."

Things went against my wishes, Wojin soon caught a glimpse of a troll standing beside a dwarf's corpse. The dwarf's left arm was cut off and landed a yard away, his eyes wide open, and his eyes were dying with his eyes open. And the dark spear troll, Wojin felt that he was more like a forest troll or a sand troll at this moment. His face and body were covered with blood, and he grinned his fangs with fierce smile. He raised his head and spread his arms and shouted a victory. "The tribe has won! The tribe has won!"

The shout was then answered and repeated by most people, spreading like wildfire. But Woking and Bain could not feel any joy of victory, they could only worry, and deeper and deeper.

There are only corpses left in the northern castle, dropped weapons, and a piece of rubble left by the destroyed fortress.

Most people are immersed in joy, and their bodies are full of the style left by war. Blood paints war patterns on their faces, and the armor is splashed with red liquid.

Bain felt that his heart was about to be melted by anger. He tried his best to not burst out of anger on the spot, and loved peace, especially many of the tribes who followed him were shouting. This battle could be considered glorious, but what about those who pursued deserters or executed surrenders? They were as crazy as Hellscream. Now the chief's first plan has been successful, and the northern castle no longer appears on the map, and Garrosh's prestige will only become more and more prosperous. What will happen to his tribes? More people will abandon the way of peace and the tradition of the Taurus, and instead follow the commands of the chief, become his weapon, and devote themselves to the next killing.

No. Bain swore that such a thing must not happen, he must keep a calm mind and that someone must clean up the mess to protect the tribe. At least, it is the remaining tribe after Garrosh's failure.

Woking had ordered the bodies of the dead to be buried. They would be properly buried. The troll leader also ordered the soldiers not to blaspheme the bodies of the alliance. This contemptuous act was glorious and shameless.

"We've done our best," said Woking. "Think about Bain, the next battle is Garrosh himself."

"He will completely destroy Theramore, just as he promised." The Taurus whispered. Woking heard more of the fear of the words.

"Listen to me, man." Woking faced Bain while making sure no one was eavesdropping on their conversation. "Garrosh's eyes were everywhere, and the situation of our battle here might have reached his ears. Tomorrow, perhaps now, he has ordered an march into the mud swamp."

"That really fits his style. There's nothing fussing about it, Woking."

The Troll Chief stared at Bain's face for a few seconds, "Do you know how that orc intends to attack Theramore?"

A chill rose on the back of the Tauren, and his intuition told him that Hellscream must have had some conspiracy to be used on Theramore. He didn't want to know the details, nor did he want Woking to know, but the Dark Spear Chief's eyes destroyed his hopes.

Bain's heart sank, "You know? Are you monitoring him?"

"I'm just collecting intelligence and want to see what he's doing. Remember Lokan?"

Bain nodded, he would never forget the name. Many years ago, the tribe chief was still Thal, and when Orgrimmar was just in the beginning, Lokan and the tribe warrior Rexa saved him in the hands of a group of centaurs. "I remember."

"He is the top shadow hunter in the Dark Spear tribe. I sent him to investigate the secret of Hellscream. It turned out that there was a giant bomb being assembled in Stone Claw Mountain..."

Woking didn't say anything, but he believed Bain could already understand the deep meaning. The Taurus Chief widened his eyes and looked at Woking in disbelief, who nodded, indicating that everything was true.

The anger surged in Bain's heart and was about to explode in the next second. He could not imagine that the chief who executed Kromgar on the Stone Claw Mountain would do the same thing as the king. Bain once thought that no matter how much Hellscream longed for war and how much he expected to defeat the alliance, he would at least win in a glorious way. And now, after learning the truth, the Taurus had to begin to doubt Garrosh's leadership.

The troll patted him on the shoulder and turned away. Seeing the Dark Spear Chief's back, Bain knew why he wanted to tell himself the truth about this matter. Some things must be done by him, even if it might cause him to be charged with the crime of a tribal traitor. He believed that his father Kane would support him.
Chapter completed!