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In the Maris farm, Nathanos came to Grote again. But he saw that the bread that had just been stuffed into the orc's mouth was spit on the ground, and two mice were enjoying it.

Is he worried about being poisonous or not accepting charity from humans? Nathanos is more willing to believe in the second explanation. This orc is still valuable. Nathanos still has some questions to ask him, but he must first pry open the orc's mouth.

This was no easy task, and there was another very serious problem. He decided to test the orc first.

"Do you know what people in the Alliance call you?" Nathanos looked at him, catching every expression change on the orc's face. "They say you are monsters, and it is true. You came to me riding a dragon.

In front of me." Nathanos kept his calm expression so that Grote could not guess what he was going to do. "It seems that the tribe is indeed very powerful. There are people who can tame a dragon, and you are one of them." He said.

After finishing, the orc suddenly laughed, indicating that he accepted the compliment, even if it came from a human.

"I let her go, that dragon." Nathanos smiled when he saw this reaction and suddenly said. This sentence made the orc's expression freeze, and he immediately ran away.

"What did you say? Damn human, what did you do? Nekros and Zuluhed will kill me." Grot roared, but he could not break free from the restraints on his body, nor could he attack just standing between them.

Nathanos meters away.

Bang bang bang...! Nathanos clapped his hands, which made Grote wonder, what is this human going to do?

"You know what?" Nathanos walked one meter closer to him. "I have studied how to extract the secrets from other people's hearts. I am very good at this. But now there is something in you that I want to know."

information, but the biggest problem is not how to pry your mouth open, but how we talk." As soon as Nathanos said this, Grote's face gradually turned pale. He realized that he had been tricked.

Just now, Nathanos complimented him at first, and then suddenly told him that the red dragon had been let go. He couldn't hold back his emotions and shouted out. This clearly told Nathanos that he could understand human language.

Orgrim originally gave an order to encourage tribe warriors to learn human language so that they could solve the communication problem when capturing human prisoners for torture. But now it has backfired.

"Despicable humans." Grot cursed loudly in standard human language. The human in front of him laughed, which made Grot even more angry. "Don't be proud, I won't tell you anything, your kingdom is about to

Conquered by the tribe."

"The war is not over yet, orc." Nathanos replied, "And what you said just now seems to be wrong. That sentence 'I won't tell you anything.' You didn't realize that you said it just now when you were angry.

What?"

As soon as Grote calmed down, he immediately recalled what he had just said. People tend to say some true words in emergencies and when they are carried away. This is what Uther told Nathanos.

"Don't remember?" Seeing that Grote had obviously jumped into his trap, Nathanos immediately said: "You said you were a deserter and left your tribe with a red dragon."

The orc laughed loudly after hearing this, "Ridiculous human being, do you think I will fall into your trap? It's impossible for me to say this. I am the most powerful dragon knight under Zuluhid. Even Nekros and

I also have to pay attention to my tone when I speak." He looked at Nathanos proudly.

"Oh? It turns out that your boss is named Zuluhid, and you have a companion named Nekros?"

"What! You...!" Grote was very surprised and felt uncomfortable being teased. "Despicable human being."

"This is the second time you have used these two words to describe me. Is there anything else?"

"Shameless!"

"Thank you for the compliment." Nathanos responded, and then he used various means to get out the information that Grot knew, but the orc in front of him obviously became smarter after being deceived several times, and he began to ignore Nathanos.

Thanos, shut his mouth and said nothing, turning a deaf ear to the cynicism.

"Interesting." Nathanos said, then turned and left.

Is this human gone? Grot stared at the closed door, and the surroundings became quiet again. It seemed that this human had given up. Grot was a little complacent, and he did not tell Nathanos any more important news. Arrival

So far, Nathanos only knows the name of his boss, which is nothing.

After an unknown amount of time, Grote suddenly heard movement outside, including the cry of sheep being chased, the sound of raging wind blowing against the windows, and the sound of big trees falling and hitting the roof.

'What happened?' Grote wanted to figure out the situation, but in the dark warehouse, ears were more useful than eyes. He at least came to one conclusion - it was chaos outside, otherwise there would not be so many weird sounds. Then Grote

Lot suddenly heard a familiar roar again. Yes, this sound was more familiar to him than anyone else. It was the sound of a red dragon. He laughed, and another red dragon came here, and he was sure that it was not his red dragon.

Dragon, but his companion. Other dragon knights of the Dragonmaw clan came to rescue him. Although Grott didn't know how they found him, maybe the red dragon that was let go by humans went back to report the news, or maybe it was

His tribe found traces of him. All in all, that human being was dead.

"Prepare to accept the end, human!" Grot shouted, even forgetting to use the language of the orcs. He must let the human hear his sarcasm before he is eaten. Or it can make Grot feel more comfortable.

The more chaotic the sound, the happier he is.

"Soon, the dragon knights of the Dragonmaw clan will destroy your ridiculous house, and then your elven allies will come. The flames of the red dragon will burn in the jungles of Quel'Thalas." He roared, and

These important messages were regarded as a gift to the person who was about to "die". As soon as he finished speaking, the next second, all the sounds began to slowly disappear, and everything gradually returned to the silence just now.

'Is it over?' Grote thought to himself that the human might have become a meal for the red dragon, but he didn't seem to hear the human's screams or smell the sound of the fire, and he was very confused.

With a 'crash', the warehouse door was opened again, and Nathanos walked in intact, a little more tired than before.

What's going on? Grote's eyes widened. This human should have been eaten.

"I'm so tired." Nathanos rubbed his throat. "The red dragon's voice is really difficult to imitate. I was worried about it before, but now it seems to be working well. But I have to give my throat a rest, and it's also

I have to drive the sheep back to the sheepfold, and as for the fallen tree, I have to find a way to deal with it."

While Grote was listening to him, he noticed the wood-cutting ax in his hand. Everything just happened was caused by this human being. He was teased again.

"You...! I'm going to kill you!" Grote twisted his body desperately, ignoring the sting of the rope binding himself. His face was twisted with anger, and he gritted his teeth and wanted to tear Nathanos into pieces.

"How can you blame me?" The human shrugged. He was not afraid of the threat of this orc. "I have been waiting for that strong wind. You know, it is normal to have such weather in this season, otherwise how could I create an atmosphere.

Fortunately, I can imitate any sound I hear, although it is indeed... very difficult."

Grote struggled all the time and didn't hear Nathanos's defense at all. This face made him hate it.

"Don't look at me like that. I don't want to do this either. If you had told me earlier that the tribe planned to use the red dragon to attack Quel'Thalas, you wouldn't have been tricked by me again and again." Nathanos walked up to him.

, punched Grott in the abdomen. The orc opened his mouth in pain, and then Nathanos stuffed another piece of bread into his mouth and forced him to drink goat's milk.

"This is your reward." Nathanos waited for him to swallow the food and immediately knocked him unconscious. Grote's head sank without even seeing his movement. Nathanos untied his

The rope then used the found chains to bind him again. Now Groat could move, but only his hands. Nathanos would be away for a few days, and he didn't want the orc to be starved to death when he came back. Humans

After putting enough food next to him, he turned around and left. He walked to the door and looked back to make sure there was no problem.

With a clang, the door was closed. Nathanos shook his head, and then turned his gaze to the mist-shrouded forest to the north.

Five days later, Doomhammer and his Horde stood on a hill looking down. They were now between the last peak of the mountain range and the edge of a vast forest. The rest of the Horde gathered behind him, and they

They were exhausted from the constant climbing and marching, but thinking that a new battle was about to begin, they forgot about their fatigue, especially those forest trolls.

"Are we going in now?" Zujin looked at Doomhammer eagerly, and the other party nodded.

"Yes, now." The chief agreed. "Go and defeat those elves, don't let anyone live." The troll leader grinned, threw his head back, and let out a strange howl.

A forest troll appeared immediately, not far from the two leaders, moving quickly and quietly. Then a third troll appeared from behind a boulder and stood next to him, and then more giants

Demons continued to appear behind them, until the valley behind the hill was filled with similar creatures. This number far exceeded Doomhammer's expectations. It seemed that Zuljin had done a good job in recruiting people.

"I found a lot of guys." He explained with a laugh. "The Deadwood Tribe, Burning Thorn Tribe and Rotten Moss Tribe also joined us!"

Doomhammer nodded. Although these trolls were much taller than him, he was not afraid of them. He had faced taller and stronger opponents, but in the end he always left standing. Other than that, he had faced taller and stronger opponents.

, Zuljin had left a deep impression on him in the months since they established their alliance. This forest troll was very cunning and had his own glory. He once promised that the forest troll would help

Horde. Orgrim is also willing to take risks to believe in him.

Of course, the fact that the forest trolls hated the high elves solidified Doomhammer's view. No troll would object to heading north to Quel'Thalas to find and attack the elves. Doomhammer initially let them

Waiting, buying time for the rest of the tribe to prepare. Although Zuljin shared his tribe's eagerness to attack the elves, he struggled to control himself and his kind.

But now, the long ordeal was over. Zujin howled loudly, jumped down the hill, used his strength to jump directly to the tree, and swung lightly from one tree trunk to another. His tribe followed closely behind him.

Behind them, they jumped into the trees and gradually disappeared from sight. Only the rustling of leaves and the low whistle from time to time indicated their presence. Doomhammer knew that they were moving smoothly into the depths of the jungle, looking for anything they could find.

The elves then kill them. Soon the long-eared ones will learn of the troll invasion and immediately fight against them.

In this way, the Horde's army can be hidden, and the elves will not be aware of other threats on their borders.

Doomhammer gave the signal, and the remaining tribesmen began to move forward from the hills, and finally came to the forest.

"Now, Warchief?" asked an orc warrior next to him, holding his battle ax tightly. After the movement of the troll completely disappeared, Doomhammer nodded, and then the warrior turned to the tree behind him,

The trunk of this tree is very thick, and its surface is as smooth as silk. Its leaves are lush and green, with a breath of nature and life. The orc warrior glanced at it, and with a powerful wave, he cut off a leaf from the trunk.

A large piece of wood. Then he raised the ax again, trying to further enlarge the incision.

"No, that's not it!" Doomhammer snatched the warrior's ax and pushed him back. "This is such a waste of time!" He decided to demonstrate it himself. "Watch it!"

He said, then swung the ax back first, mobilized his muscles, leveled the ax, and cut the ax straight into the trunk, then suddenly pulled the ax out and continued to chop at the same position. On the third blow

At that time, there was only a small piece of wood and bark supporting the tree. Doomhammer pulled out the axe, looked up, and then pushed the trunk hard, and then the tree fell tilted, without being damaged.

The severed part made a crackling sound due to its own weight and the momentum of falling. After a cloud of dust was stirred up, leaves and berries fell all over the ground.

"Take it, do what I do." He threw the ax to the warrior. The latter nodded and walked to another tree. The second warrior was already standing on the felled tree with an ax in hand, ready to chop it down.

The big tree was split into pieces of firewood.

Not far away from him, more orc warriors began to perform the same work. It was very troublesome for such a large army to carry supplies, so they all obtained what they needed directly from the lands they conquered. From

The firewood obtained in this forest should be enough for the tribe to use for a few weeks, maybe a few months. And every tree they cut down will weaken the elves' defense. Fortunately, Zujin is not here, otherwise he will definitely

Asking Orgrim for the theory, this would harm his interests while dealing with the elves. Without a forest, how could we still call ourselves a forest troll? Orgrim smiled, and another reason why he asked Zujin to leave first was

Let an unnecessary quarrel end before it even begins.

While the orcs were stepping up their work, Orgrim saw something strange in the corner of his eye. A short orc with bristling hair was walking towards him. The twisted expression on his face covered with frightening scars made Doomhammer very disgusted.

, but the other party seemed very excited.

"What's wrong?" Doomhammer asked when Gul'dan came to him.

"You should go and see for yourself, the great Doomhammer." Gul'dan bowed deeply. The two-headed ogre Cho'gall giggled behind him.

"Something that could help the tribe greatly."
Chapter completed!