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Vol'jin and Baine entered the underground fortress. They encountered many obstacles and overcame them one by one, finally occupying the hall at the three-way intersection.

"Something's wrong."

Vol'jin seemed to hear Bain's muttering. The Tauren chief frowned after listening to the report of an adventuring team.

"What's wrong?" asked the troll.

"Latest news, another enemy leader has disappeared." Bain explained. He said "again" because they had never seen Nazgrin again before they came here. The general should have stood up and stopped him.

The rebel army is the right one.

"Who is it?"

"One of Garrosh's goblins is said to be a very powerful inventor."

A fleeting smile appeared on Rasuvios's face when he heard this.

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"Then just think that he escaped." Vol'jin said, "Compared with him, finding Garrosh is the most important thing."

The rebels are taking the time to rest and resupply in preparation for the more difficult battle ahead.

Bain nodded, walked to the troll, and asked with concern: "Is your injury better, Wo'jin?"

The Troll Chief's arm was wrapped in a bandage, and there were red marks on it. This was caused by Malkorok. When fighting him just now, Vol'jin was accidentally injured, but fortunately the Blackstone Orc died in the end.

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Feeling the pain from the wound, Vol'jin snorted and said with a smile: "Malkorok is more powerful than I thought. This is a lesson. I will be careful when fighting Hellscream next time."

The tauren's tail twitched twice. "Maybe you should stay behind and let the warriors of the tribe continue to attack."

Vol'jin laughed again, "No, I told Garrosh face to face that I would stand up and kill him when he was deserted, and I did what I said."

"Then don't waste your time."

The elf's voice, as beautiful as music, was filled with anger - and perhaps hatred. Vol'jin turned to Sylvanas. The ranger general of the Silver Covenant and the soldiers of the Alliance were walking over. Their speed was slower than that of the Horde, but

But it maintained the highest combat effectiveness.

"Every second of delay, more people will die on the battlefield. Only by defeating Garrosh as soon as possible can the war be ended sooner."

"If Varian feels that the Alliance can face Garrosh alone, you can go first." Vol'jin said slyly.

Sylvanas looked at him calmly, her eyes seeming to drill through the troll's head. "I also brought the king's words." She said, "If there are no tribe members when facing Garrosh,

, then when the war ends, he cannot guarantee that he will not issue an order to occupy Orgrimmar."

Almost all tribe members became nervous after hearing these words, and some even pointed their weapons at Sylvanas.

Vol'jin narrowed his eyes. For the Night Hunter, this action heralded danger. He almost forgot that Garrosh was not the only enemy of the Horde. The Alliance's army was twice as large as the rebel army, and all the leaders of the Horde had already arrived.

When it comes to Orgrimmar, if Varian suddenly launches an attack after defeating Hellscream, he can kill them all in one fell swoop.

Vol'jin glanced at Rasuvios. The undead instructor's expression was expressionless at the female elf's words. The Forsaken would not participate in their fight.

"I'm curious what outcome Varian wants? Does he want us to stop there?"

Sylvanas did not answer, because from the corner of her vision she saw two rebel soldiers walking over with an old orc on their backs. The old orc was wearing heavy armor, but his breathing already showed that he was seriously injured.

"Saurfang?" Baine exclaimed, recognizing who the orc was.

Vol'jin also ended his gaze with Sylvanas and turned his head in surprise. Since entering Orgrimmar, there has been no news about Thrall and Varok Saurfang. I saw one of them

Still alive, Vol'jin was happy.

"Your Majesty..."

Saurfang was brought to Vol'jin and struggled to break away from the two soldiers. His whole body immediately lost its center of gravity and fell forward. Fortunately, Vol'jin supported him in time.

The two old friends' eyes met.

"Thall goes forward alone...to face Garrosh." Saurfang interrupted Vol'jin, only fatigue could be seen in his eyes. "Garrosh is at the end of the tunnel ahead. But there is

A group of mantids are blocking the way. They are very strong..."

Vol'jin saw it, otherwise a few mediocre mantids wouldn't be able to hurt Saurfang. "Have a good rest and leave it to us."

The king of the tribe was taken away, and he would receive the best treatment in the rear.

Vol'jin gave Sylvanas a look of victory. The Horde had taken action long before the siege began. "Ranger General, are your people good at dealing with mantids?"

"The warriors of the Alliance are better at dealing with the chiefs. However, we are willing to use some bugs to train our troops." She waved her hand and signaled the neatly formed Alliance soldiers to move forward. Then, she suddenly started talking to another person, who was not originally

Participate in any dispute. "Are the Forsaken willing to fight alongside us?"

Rasuvios glanced at Sylvanas, confusion on his face. "We only obey the command of Chief Vol'jin."

The Ranger General blinked, and for a moment she felt disappointed. Didn't Nathanos order his men to help others? But when she saw the few tribe members around Vol'jin, she seemed to

I understand why the Wither's attitude is like this.

"Of course, this is Nathanos's order, isn't it?" Sylvanas did not show an angry expression. She smiled and turned back to Vol'jin, "Then Chief Darkspear is willing to let the Forsaken help us?

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Vol'jin glanced at the Alliance soldiers. The armor of most of them was still new, and the staffing was quite complete. There was no need for help. However, the key to the problem was that he had to defeat Garrosh as soon as possible, whether it was to end the war or reduce the number of people who needed help.

Casualties, or in order to find Thrall, he should help the Alliance open the way forward.

The warriors of the Horde needed rest, but the Forsaken did not.

"Go ahead, instructor. But be careful. People from the Alliance may accidentally injure you during the battle." Wojin did not cover up his voice. His words sounded a bit joking, but also a bit different. It just depends on how you interpret it.

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Rasuvios nodded and ordered the Forsaken soldiers to assemble, although his soldiers had been waiting nearby.
Chapter completed!