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"Keep going!" Doomhammer roared, looking at the marching tribe in front of him. "We need to climb over these mountains as soon as possible!"

"Why?" Red Blackhand asked. He and his brother Maim hated Doomhammer for killing their father and taking the Warchief's place. They were the few who dared question Doomhammer's orders.

People. But Doomhammer doesn't care about this, because the Black Fang clan is also a large and powerful clan, and they are very useful. In addition, although these two brothers will question some orders, they will never disobey orders.

"Why?" Orgrim asked back. The tribe was struggling with the steep mountain road, and most of the chief's attention was focused on the rocks in front of him. The forest troll had long passed through them, as if climbing

The Orcs scaled these cliffs as easily as trees, and then dropped ropes to help the orc warriors, but Doomhammer not only used the ropes but also allowed the orcs waiting behind to climb directly onto the mountains, so that they could march faster.

Reid tied a strong rope around his left arm and slowly followed Doomhammer's pace. "Why do we need to take the mountain road?" he asked, "We can completely bypass these mountains, although it does shorten it.

distance, but the steep rocks will slow us down!"

Doomhammer climbed to the top of the cliff, took a breath, wiped his arms, and then dusted off the dust on his hands. When the other clan leaders climbed to the top to join him, he turned to Red.

"Those humans already knew we were cunning, after the attack a few months ago." Doomhammer explained, letting everyone hear him. He didn't like waiting for another guy like Red to come.

Ask yourself the same question. "They will be wary of us. The leaders of humanity may now know what we are going to do next." He turned his head and looked down. The ogre was following behind and struggling to get there with the rope.

Climb up and down. Although they have enough strength, they are too bulky to move well.

"I really hope humans can think that way." Orgrim opened his mouth and smiled, showing his teeth. "In this way, they will march to Quel'Thalas at high speed to stop us, and wait until they enter the woods." The look in his eyes

He showed murderous intent, and the smile on his lips was terrifying. Red swallowed, he knew exactly what Orgrim was going to do.

Orgrim picked up a small stone and threw it down as he spoke. "We have already tricked them once. When we arrived in the Hinterlands, we separated some troops and left the Alliance scrambling to deal with it.

Now that we are on this road, we are about to cross this mountain range."

"But we are heading towards Quel...Sa...Las, aren't we?" Maim asked. This strange city name made Maim have a little trouble saying it. "Why don't you use ships to get closer there?

It will put a longer distance between us and the humans in the Hinterlands."

"In that case, our intentions will be very obvious." Doomhammer pointed out. "The Alliance will pursue us from the sea, and Zuljin told me that the elves are excellent archers, and they will rain arrows on our heads.

, we will be trapped on the ship and lose countless warriors. And even if we land, if the alliance warships catch up, we will be outflanked." After hearing this, some orcs around began to whisper. The tribe was still not used to it.

Except for a few people like the Ravager clan, there is no way to use ships.

"But we can move around these mountains." Reid mentioned again. "Although the distance is longer, it is much easier to walk."

Doomhammer scoffed at the idea, "Looks like you're afraid of the challenge, don't you?" Some of the orcs laughed, and Redd was furious.

"Of course not!" he yelled, raising a fist, looking ready to fight anyone who dared to laugh at him like that again. "I'm more than up to the task! I didn't fall behind in the entire process!" No one pointed out.

He climbed with ropes. The men of the Blackrock Clan were feared warriors and widely respected.

"So you accept the challenge?" Doomhammer suddenly asked calmly, his voice was very low. When Red roughly understood the meaning of this sentence, he took a few steps back in horror. If you want to lead the Horde, then

Doomhammer must first be challenged and defeated to achieve his goal. However, Red also knows that even if he and Maimu go together, Orgrim can kill them. In this case, Doomhammer can legitimately replace them and lead the Black Fang.

clan.

"It might be faster to go around it." Doomhammer finally said. He could see that Red did not have the courage to challenge himself. "But this way our actions will be easier to detect. Choosing this path will allow us to be among the elves.

They suddenly appeared in front of them when they were unprepared." He grinned again. "If humans were smarter, they should have realized that something was wrong, and they would march around these mountains, so that they might be able to keep up with us.

The elves will ally with them. They will be gathered together when we attack." He laughed. "Then they will have nowhere to escape, the forest! I will use this forest to destroy them, and then take that land

." Doomhammer was very confident, then calmed down a little, and said another possibility. "If they are hopelessly stupid and don't understand our intentions until we arrive in Quel'Thalas, then we have

Enough time to conquer Quel'Thalas. Then we attack the Alliance from the north and south, and they will be attacked from both sides. No matter what, we win."

Others began to talk in low voices, and some of them started to laugh. Red also nodded, "You are very wise." He reluctantly admitted. "This is indeed a great plan. But

…”

Doomhammer frowned: "But what?"

"Judging from your plan, the first possibility seems to end this war faster. I believe you also hope that the first possibility will happen, but will Zujin agree to your plan? We have to..."

"Keep going." Doomhammer told the others. "We still need to climb a few more mountains." Then he turned to Red. He didn't want a third person to hear what he was about to say. "You can't help him, he is loyal now.

For me, for being loyal to the tribe, this sacrifice of the forest troll...is worth it. I just hope Zuluhid can move faster and more secretly."

"They are coming." Red replied, and he thought Orgrim didn't need to worry at all. "They still have a long way to go, but they are very fast and will definitely catch up with us. The whole world will be affected by them."

Tremble with arrival.”

"Very good." Doomhammer then turned towards the tall man not far away, whose long scarf was fluttering in the wind. "How far are we from Quel'Thalas?"

"From here, it's still five days' journey." Zujin replied. "But the troll can get there faster." He stared into the distance with his eyes, and at the same time unconsciously reached out to the hand hanging on him.

The ax at the waist.

"No." Doomhammer refused, ignoring the troll's disappointment. "You must continue to be with us and put down ropes for the troops to help climb." He grinned and comforted the troll leader. "No.

Worry, you will take revenge. But the premise is that the tribe must stand behind you, and together we can defeat them in one fell swoop."

Zujin thought for a while and agreed with the orcs. "They will be surprised." He continued, and then laughed. "They are caught off guard and run around like sheep, and we are the wolves."

"Exactly." Doomhammer loved this metaphor. A single wolf is not terrible, but a pack of wolves can make any hunter intimidated and unite to subdue creatures much larger than themselves.

Eagle's Nest Mountain

"Are they going north to join the others?" Kurdran asked confused.

Alleria nodded quickly and explained: "My ranger said that only a small part of the tribe stayed here. The rest turned to the north, bypassed our forest, and continued towards the mountain.

." She looked at their faces. "You don't know this yet?"

Everyone shook their heads, and Lothar cursed. "This is their plan," he said. "We were fooled."

"Fooled?" Kurdran frowned. "My home is in danger, this is not just a deception!"

"Yes, this is indeed a threat." Lothar agreed. "Whoever is leading the tribe, he is doing a great job. He knows that we will come here to help you. He led the remaining troops of his to the north, leaving

He lowered the section to slow us down. Now he has distanced himself from us."

"And he's heading to Quel'Thalas!" Alleria shouted. "I must go and warn them."

Lothar nodded. "We will assemble the army immediately and set off. If we act quickly..."

The female elf interrupted him. "There is no time!" she emphasized: "You yourself admit that the tribe has left us behind. We are already lagging behind. It takes time to gather the troops, which will only pull us further.

, I will go back by myself."

"No." The word carried a small sound but carried an irresistible attitude. "You can't go alone." Lothar told her, facing Alleria's glare. "Turalyon, you bring

All the cavalry and half of the army, as well as Khadgar, come with you. I want Alliance troops to help defend Quel'Thalas." He turned to Kurdran, and the Wildhammer leader left a deep impression on him.

Impression. "There are still tribes in the forest here, and we can't let them follow us or go before us. We stay here and make sure that this forest is completely cleared. Then, we move on to Quel'Thalas

.”

Kurdran nodded. "Thank you for your assistance," he said respectfully. "When the Hinterlands are safe again, the Wildhammer will follow you north to deal with the remaining tribes."

"Thank you." Lothar bowed, then turned to face Alleria, Turalyon and Khadgar. "Are you still here? Take action. Every second of delay will make the tribe faster.

's approach to Quel'Thalas." The three bowed and exited the room.

Chasing an army, moving desperately and warning the elves of the dangerous approach, Lothar just hoped that they could get there in time.

Maris Farm

Nathanos repaired the damaged fence, and then turned his attention to the dark pit one meter deep on the ground, which was caused by Krisstrasza's fire. The tribe was going to attack Quel'Thalas

?Are you going to warn Sylvanas? No, I have already warned her. Nathanos said to himself. He knew that the forest troll had joined the tribe and would definitely attack the elven kingdom, but he

I just didn’t tell the details of the female elf that lingered in my mind.

'What would happen if the red dragon flew to their forest?' Nathanos suddenly had such an idea in his mind, and then he stood there blankly, with some panic in his heart. 'The red dragon appeared in the elven forest?'

His eyes gradually widened, and he glanced back and forth between the pit and the warehouse where Grote was imprisoned. Finally, he put down all the work at hand and ran towards the warehouse.
Chapter completed!