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Lordaeron was wild. Nathanos tied Grott's hands with a rope, and then pulled the other end to lead the way. In order to prevent accidents, he also blocked the orc's mouth. They went all the way to Tiris.

The eastern part of the French jungle, where Nathanos can already see the battlefield, and the situation in Lordaeron is not good.

Looking optimistically, the corpses piled up under the city wall were as high as a hill. While Nathanos was watching, suddenly there was a burst of laughter from behind. It was obviously Grote. He squinted his eyes and although his mouth was sealed,

But he was still laughing, even though it sounded strange, and he didn't know how stupid he looked.

"They did not capture the city wall." Nathanos' words were like a bucket of cold water poured on him. "It's not too late for the Alliance to arrive now."

Grote made a buzzing sound and shook his hands tied behind him vigorously. Nathanos estimated that he was saying something like the Alliance would lose, so he ignored him.

He calmly analyzed the current situation. 'It's strange. Turalyon's army had set off a few days ago. How come it didn't arrive? Could it be that it was waiting for an opportunity?'

Nathanos touched his chin, then nodded. The Alliance must have arrived near here, but the Horde didn't know they were already here. This may be an advantage and can sandwich the Horde in the middle.

"But only if..." he said with a frown.

alliance camp

Turalyon and Khadgar were discussing. What they didn't know was that Nathanos was thinking about the same problem as them.

"But the premise is to let the king know that we are here, so that we can cooperate effectively, and he will also know that he is not alone." Turalyon said to Khadgar.

Kurdran frowned and added to the Paladin's words. "And griffons cannot be used to convey the message. If the tribe sees griffons appearing in the sky, they will immediately know that there is an Alliance army behind them, and they will

We carry out encirclement and suppression."

Turalyon nodded, this was the truth. His eyes stared at the overwhelming orcs at his feet. "No one can pass through these orcs without being harmed, not even the elves."

Below is an open plain with nothing to use as cover. If you rush over, you will die.

Khadgar, who was beside Turayan, smiled strangely. "Leave it to me," he promised. "This matter is too simple."

Inside Lordaeron

"His Majesty!"

Terenas raised his head. A soldier shouted and pointed to the top of the city wall. Terenas was thinking about another possible attack by the orcs. When he looked in the direction, Terenas was flew over by someone.

The black figure gasped in fright.

"Archers, prepare," he shouted, staring at the shadow. "Last arrows only when you hear my order." This thing looks a bit strange. There are thousands of orcs below who are attacking the city wall. Why are they

Is it necessary to send a separate person like this? Is it a scout? A spy? Or something else? Or is it something other than a tribe?

The archers stood at their positions, with long bows fully drawn, waiting quietly. The feathers of this uninvited guest were still unable to be illuminated in the moonlight, and the color of their whole body was as dark as the abyss. The bird-like head suddenly turned,

The wide golden eyes looked around.

Terenas stared at him, it was a black raven. Then the bird's whole body shone with light. Terenas covered it with his hand, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the purple clothes. This is not

Armor, but robes - that's saying something.

"Drop your weapons!" he shouted to the archer. "This is a mage from Dalaran!"

The soldiers lowered their weapons, and with a gesture from Terenas, they returned to their posts.

"You came just in time, Khadgar." Terenas said and stepped forward. He still remembered this mage who had been following Lothar.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Khadgar bowed to him immediately after his transformation. He had just gotten used to Atiesh's raven form. "Please forgive me for meeting you in this way, but the situation is urgent."

Terenas waved and shook his head: "I understand, but I want to know if there are reinforcements coming here. The tribe's attack is very fast and we have suffered a lot of casualties. I'm afraid..."

"I'm just here to tell you good news." The old-looking mage replied with a smile. He looked tired but he was in good health. "Turalyon and his troops are now on the opposite side of the northern valley.

The elven reinforcements are also on the way here." He told Terenas, and gratefully accepted the sheepskin water bag handed to him by Molefu, and drank a few sips. "We will attack from the back of the tribe and put them down.

They are forcing themselves on you."

"Very good!" Terenas clasped his hands together, feeling happy for the first time in days. "With the help of these Alliance armies, the orcs will face a double attack!"

"This is exactly Turalyon's plan," the mage agreed happily. "I am grateful to be able to tell you all this."

"Come this way," Terenas said, "let us discuss Turalyon's next steps, so that those despicable orcs will regret that they dared to raise an army and invade our city."

In the eastern part of the jungle, Grote turned his head and refused the water that Nathanos offered to his mouth, and shouted: "You will fail, and the city is crumbling."

"If your warchief had siege equipment, it would only take one day to break through Lordaeron. But now, he has paid the lives of thousands of soldiers and still cannot break through the defense. Every second of delay, the tribe's chance of winning will lose one point.

, although you still have an absolute advantage, but

You have lost the initial victory." Nathanos put away the water bag and waited for the opportunity. He knew what Turalyon was going to do, but the Paladin seemed to think everything was too simple. With Turalyon

The soldiers in hand now can launch a charge against the tribe.

to temporarily disrupt the orcs' position, but there was a huge disparity in strength between the enemy and ours. Orgrim knew this very well. He only had to encourage his soldiers to fight back, and Turalyon would definitely fail. This would not only fail to save Lordaeron, but would also put himself at risk.

In danger, Nathanos quietly clenched his fists

First, what he will do next will completely disrupt Turalyon's plan, and the tribe will not suffer too many losses, but the result is that Orgrim will choose to evacuate here. Nathanos calculated in his mind

How likely was he to win? He set his sights on Grote.

"Do you know why I brought you here?"

The orc looked at him. Indeed, it was strange for Nathanos to bring himself here. Why did he do this? The human immediately answered the question in his heart: "Because I want you to witness the defeat of the tribe in person."

"What?" Grote's eyes widened, and then he laughed: "You think I will believe your lies? I am not blind yet, and Lordaeron's defense is about to collapse. You and other humans will become prisoners.

"He spat on the ground.

"Really? You don't know yet," Nathanos said, and then pointed to the mountain peaks north of Lordaeron. He observed it for a long time and thought it was the most likely place for Turalyon to hide his army. "There, that

The Alliance's army has been hidden under the calmness of the Edge Mountains. The army that has withdrawn from Quel'Thalas and the tribe have been surrounded, but your warchief still doesn't know anything about it."

The smile suddenly disappeared from Grote's face! How is this possible? The orc's eyes moved back and forth between the mountains and Nathanos. He didn't believe that this must be Nathanos' conspiracy.

"You must not believe me, right?" The human smiled slyly: "I came back from Quel'Thalas. Before I left, the Alliance's army was already on the road. It's impossible for them not to have arrived here yet, and the battlefield

There is no sign of them on the ground, which only means that they are hiding and preparing to give Orgrim a fatal blow when he is defenseless."

"Hmph! So what? The chief will definitely kill you all."

"You are so tough-talking, but also very naive. No matter how strong Orgrim is, there is no way he can fight against dozens, or even hundreds, of people with the strength of one person. You will definitely lose."

Grote stopped talking. He was thinking about how to silence this human. But Nathanos's next behavior surprised him. The human finally untied him and returned his battle ax.

he.

"What are you going to do?" Grote looked at him in surprise.

"Let you go," Nathanos replied briefly.

The orc couldn't believe his ears. When he was captured by Nathanos, he thought he was dead, but the humans didn't kill him, and now he was determined to release himself. Grote clenched the battle ax in his hand and was careful.

Nathanos. He wanted to attack and redeem his dignity with victory, but he knew that he was no match for Nathanos, otherwise he would not be caught by him. He stepped back step by step

Retreat, Nathanos stood motionless. He didn't immediately turn around and run towards Orgrim's base camp until he retreated twenty yards. Nathanos could attack him, or even kill him directly.

But he didn't do this. He knew that this orc was the key to changing the situation of the war. If his plan worked, the tribe would not retreat, but they would definitely not continue to attack Lordaeron.
Chapter completed!