Orcs left quietly, without disturbing anyone in the night.
The Stealth person who was quietly hanging behind Orcs returned to Northern Fortress an hour later. In the brightly lit Command Hall, this high-level Stealth person who belonged to Syndicate reported to Dick,
"Mr. Commander, I can confirm that those Orcs have left the area around Northern Fortress, and there are also Orcs who were originally wandering on the ground in front of Northern Fortress. Wolf Riders and Orcs Warrior also left with them, and they retreated to the Troll village by the sea. I was worried about being discovered, so I didn't go forward to investigate!"
Dick nodded,
"You've done a good job, go and rest! Tomorrow morning, you and your Scout regiment will set off first to clear the way forward for the soldiers, but I guess those Orcs may send guides, so don't Conflict get into trouble with them."
Having said this, Dick thought about it and emphasized his tone again,
"But if they take the initiative to provoke, teach them a lesson! Tell them, Stratholme Regiment, is not someone to be trifled with!"
Stealth was stunned for a moment, then nodded and quickly walked out of Command Room.
So the interrupted meeting continued.
"I don't understand, leader, why are you so polite to those Orcs!"
Herod grabbed a grilled sea fish in one hand and ate it roughly while muttering something.
The words of this reckless man actually resonated with others, and a buzzing sound sounded around the dozen or so Commander present.
Dick looked around for a week and coughed lightly,
"Is that what you all think?"
No one answered. After a few seconds, Erigor spoke first,
"Dick, at least that's what I think. We don't need to be so polite to those Orcs idiots. First Expeditionary Force plus Northern Fortress soldiers are all Champion who have experienced war. We are no weaker than them!"
Erigor's words immediately won the praise of others. Dick shrugged, stretched out his hand, and pressed down. After everyone was quiet, he pondered for a moment before speaking,
"It's not that I UI them to be polite... In fact, I might as well tell you that the current Orcs is far from being as strong as they appear. As far as I know, most of the Orcs from Durotar are suffering from a disease called "Poisonblood Disease" and cannot even exert half of their combat power. Even if I think about it, as long as everyone is willing to make certain sacrifices and eradicate them completely, it will not be a problem."
Dick's words made everyone stop eating. They were attracted by Dick's words. Facing the curious eyes of these guys, Dick organized his words and continued,
"But why didn't I do that? Instead, I magnanimously tolerated Orcs's rudeness? There are three reasons!"
"First, Erigor you veterans who have participated in Second War should all know that during the Orcs riot, which was the farce nicknamed "Third War", not all Orcs followed Thrall to Kalimdor."
Dick stretched out his hand and drew a separate circle in the air.
"At least I know that Frostwolf Clan, Dragonmaw Clan, and Blackhand Clan are all living in Eastern Kingdoms. Although they are all lurking, I believe Believe, as soon as the battle here begins, with Thrall's influence in Orcs, Eastern Kingdoms will definitely break out again Orcish War."
Paladin's tone was dignified and serious. He glanced at everyone,
"How long do you think Human World, which has now fallen apart, can sustain itself when facing Undead and the rebellious Orcs at the same time?"
No one answered. Although it was just a possibility, the people here were all smart people, so no one would bet on that possibility. Then they heard the voice of Dick again.
"The second reason is for Theramore. When we do things, we can't just consider our own ideas. If Expedition fails this time and Demon invades Kalimdor, there will be Orcs's home is blocked in front of Theramore. Our compatriots here can also win a chance to transfer back to Eastern Kingdoms. Didn't they say that? This is their home and they are not going anywhere!"
Dick picked up his wine glass, shook it slightly, and looked at Jaina with a half-smile, "And if we succeed, as a party that has participated in the war, under the care of Kalimdor's relatively powerful Night Elf, Theramore In at least ten years, there will be no development crisis. With those long-eared people standing in the middle, the pressure on our compatriots will be much less! Everyone, don't forget why Theramore was established! Our roots are in Northern Frontier, and we will not stay here forever, we will eventually go back to our hometown!"
Jaina looked at Dick's expression, a little confused. Young Lady didn't know that this was actually what she did in the original history. By virtue of her participation in Second Demon War, and relying on Theramore who had just founded the country less than a year after the war, she had to fight against Orcs for 11 years.
Although Jaina and Thrall have some control over their own side, Theramore has grown from a small country in these 11 years to the Alliance and Bridgehead against Horde, forcing three generations of Chieftain and war madmen Garrosh-Grommash Hellscream to use weapons of mass destruction Focusing Iris mana bomb to raid, which severely damaged Theramore's vitality.
This is enough to show how powerful Theramore is 11 years later, but if there is no check and balance from Night Elf in this kind of balance surrounded by enemies, Dick will never believe it.
Although Night Elf, as an immortal species, does not develop as fast as humans and races like Orcs that are good at learning, and will even be surpassed by the human kingdom Kingdom of Stormwind in the next ten years, at least at this point in time, Kaldorei Night Elf is definitely Azeroth, one of the strongest countries on earth.
It controls more territory than the entire human kingdom plus Orcs. Based on this alone, Kaldorei must embrace Dick.
In fact, Dick believes that if it weren't for the second Demon invasion, Kaldorei, as the absolute main force, withstood most of Demon's attacks and defeated miserably in the end, even if Human World was given 10 years, they would not necessarily be able to surpass Elf.
After all, that is the foundation of 1,000 years. From the birth of human beings to the present, it is only 3,000 years ago.
But Dick would definitely not tell these guys this. He drank down the wine in his hand. After pouring the clear wine into his throat, Dick pursed his lips and gave the third reason in complete silence.
"We are here for Demon, Mage are here for Revenge, Paladins is hunting and following Great Demon Migration's Arthas, and others are here for glory and the stability of the whole world, but I will not let everyone's sacrifice be in vain. If possible, isn't Orcs who fights to protect his homeland the best cannon fodder?"
"Hahaha! I love hearing this! What the leader said is right! Let Orcs be cannon fodder!"
Herod laughed and raised his glass, then drank it all. Others accepted this despicable reason, but at this moment, Human World and Orcs are truly mortal enemies. The blood shed by both sides in the past 20 years is simply countless.
Even Erigor, who has always been extremely self-disciplined, couldn't help but drink a glass of Ale. This banquet has entered a lively time again. Of course, in order to prepare for tomorrow's expedition, everyone only tasted it. Even Dwarves, who always like to drink, drank a few glasses and went to rest.
But just when Dick entered his room, he saw the figure of Young Lady standing by the window. He was stunned for a moment, then looked back at the aisles to the left and right. This was his room, that's right.
"In addition to those three reasons, there must be deeper reasons. You didn't tell me, Dick, you are not good~"
Young Lady looked at Paladin with a smile. The latter took a closer look and discovered that this turned out to be a magic mirror image of Young Lady. It could be seen from the height of her palm above the ground.
Dick suddenly felt a little regretful, but more than a year of knighthood has turned Dick into a self-disciplined guy. He casually untied his cloak, hung it at the door, and touched his neck with both hands.
"Yeah...Anna, it's not just you. In fact, Thrall traveled far to the Great Sea and was also guided by Kirin Tor. Elder Drek'Thar told me about this. Even Medivh looks at Thrall in a different light. What reason do I have for not paying attention to them?"
Dick pressed his head on the pillow, raised his feet, and said to the mirror image of Jaina,
"That Orcs Thrall reminds me of two people."
"Who?"
"Arthas, Kael'thas... I have a hunch that this guy will definitely become a great leader in the future! Even though he is still a disgusting beast!"
The mirror image of Jaina was silent for a moment, then floated to Dick's side, leaned down and kissed it gently.
"Say no more, good night, my knight."
Under the gaze of Dick, the smiling Young Lady turned into dots of light and disappeared on the bedside. The blue light spots made him a little obsessed. He even stretched out his hand like a child, trying to catch those light spots.
"Good night, my lady."
A few minutes later, Dick fell into a deep sleep. Maybe the reserved Young Lady was waiting for him there.
"Follow me! Champions of the Warsong Clans! Drive those bugs out of our homes!"
Grom, whose whole body was covered with wounds and almost covered in green and red blood, held up "Gorehowl" War Axe, and rushed out of the simple fortification at the head of a group of people with the same injuries. The tall and tired Orcs, holding various weapons, followed his clan leader and launched Charge towards the combination of Felhound and Felguard that were swarming.
Eleven days have passed since Demon invaded. Warsong Clan, who was originally responsible for logging in Ashenvale to supply Orcs City Orgrimmar wood, was raided by Demon who were rampaging all the way from Azshara. Warsong Clan Lumber Camp fell, and Grom was forced to fight and retreat with the tribesmen who fought out of the siege, and finally returned to the junction of the Barrens and Ashenvale.
But they can no longer retreat. If they retreat, Demon will have access to the Barrens. In that case, relying on Orgrimmar's Orcs who are "Poisonblood Disease" Torment, they will not be able to stop Demon's attack.
Grom and his Warsong Clan are actually suffering from "Poisonblood Disease", but Warsong Clan, who is furious by nature and has stronger physical strength than other Orcs, still retains a certain amount of Combat Strength. However, when facing a steady stream of Demon, Grom has never been as weak as it is now.
He remembered the battle between himself and that Elven Demigod before Demon invaded Warsong Clan Lumber Camp. The feeling of powerlessness that he had no way to defeat the other party made Grom, who chopped down two Felguards with one axe, even more anxious.
Dark Whispers grew in his heart, and that voice kept confusing him.
"Stop running away from your own Fate! Grom-Grommash Hellscream, you were supposed to be the most powerful Warrior, but look at you now, Weaklings is like a bug!"
"Get out of my head! Get out of my head!"
Orcs roared angrily, and the War Axe in his hand turned a huge arc in the air, and his whole body spun rapidly, like a wildly dancing whirlwind, a whirlwind of steel, splitting all the Demon around who dared to get close into pieces into stumps on the ground.
"Don't run away! Come to me, I have a way to restore your strength! That Demigod, if you restore your strength, the shame he brought to you, the shame of defeat, can be washed away!"
"Get out!"
The Orcs patriarch was panting and holding War Axe, staring fiercely at the cowering Demons in front of him. The wildly dancing whirlwind just now frightened them.
Grom felt a sense of relief. He liked seeing the fearful expressions of his enemies, which made him feel like he was still the Champion that Horde was before.
But the next moment, the Demons attacked again. Orcs snorted coldly. Just as he was about to lift War Axe, he felt a heartbreaking pain in his left leg, causing him to kneel on the ground.
Then he saw his tribesmen. They were lying on the ground. Even though they were seriously injured, they were still following him. Warsong Clan's War Banner was already dirty and was being carried behind him by his own Deputy. The terrible injuries on Deputy's chest had turned black, but he still persisted.
The feeling of being at the end of the road surged into Grom's heart. He roared wildly and just as he was about to rush out, Dark Whispers sounded again.
"Ah, how Courage, how fearless, Grom, maybe you should think about your people... As long as you nod, I will accept you again, my former Warrior... As long as you nod, I can let go of your Weaklings clansmen. Haha, do you really think that I don't know the traces of those Durotar bugs?"
"Orcs...Orcs will never be a slave!"
Grom squeezed out this sentence through gritted teeth, but Dark Whispers sneered.
"Joke! You were born to be the greatest Warrior, but now you are suffering from the disease Torment. Even my servants can't beat it. Look, this is your humble life! I only need a gentle pinch..."
This Dark Whispers had a cruel laugh, and the Felguard on the opposite side seemed to have received an order, throwing the Fel Spear in his hand, piercing the side of Grom, and the belly of Deputy, who was still insisting on standing up, took him out a long way.
"Stop! Stop!"
Grom roared feebly, the power in his body was draining rapidly, his eyes were wide open, and his skin was almost split, but he was powerless. He could only watch one Spear one after another piercing his people. He lowered his head, and finally, Hero surrendered.
"That's enough! I promise you... I promise..."
"Dong dong dong dong!"
The violent vibrations on the ground interrupted Grom's response. He raised his head and saw the cavalry, which had been shining with Golden Light, rushing down from the Woodland on the slope on the left side of the battlefield. The guy in the lead was shining with Aura's light, just like Light and Shadow wrapped in Holy Light.
"Charge! Stratholme Regiment, Charge!"
Golden flames flashed on the knights of Charge, In Orcs's surprised eyes, their mortal enemies actually deliberately bypassed Orcs's formation and rushed straight into the panicked Demon group, and then two more A huge blue six-pointed star shines in the dim sky of Ashenvale. The cold Blizzard and the magic flame rising from the ground completely divide Demon into two parts.
Grom Seeing that there was a turn for the better, he leaned on War Axe to support his body, and then a strong Holy Light fell on him, but unlike the blazing burning before, this time, it was as warm as a hot spring. His injuries healed quickly under the nourishment of Holy Light.
Flash of Light is naturally not only used by Dick. After he threw the first Flash of Light, Priest followed the Mage team. s, with a cold face, sprayed Holy Lights all over the bodies of other Orcss. Although they could not recover, at least they had a chance to escape from the battlefield.
"Grom, come with me quickly and gather your people!"
A familiar voice sounded behind Grom. He turned around and saw the heavily armed Varok and his own tribe. They were helping to transport the injured Warsong Clan, Grom glanced at the battlefield, gritted his teeth, turned over, picked up Deputy and another seriously injured Warrior, and ran towards Varok's rearranged front line.
"These knights... who are they? Varok."
"They... they are a group of idiots who came across the sea to fight with Demon!"
Varok watched Defensive Line regain its stability and answered Grom's question meaningfully. He took off the ferocious War Axe from behind, moved his body, looked at his friend's surprised expression, and added,
"But they are also allies... albeit temporary."
"Kor'kron Guard! Follow me Charge! Support those knights!"