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So he couldn't help but not be entangled.

At this moment, the leader of his personal army came to report with joy.

Nekros, claiming the Dragonmaw clan, joined the King of the Alliance's Alterac Kingdom.

The king said that as long as the tribe agreed to protect the interests of Alterac from loss, the other party was willing to surrender the city.

Orgrim is no stranger to Alterac.

As a master tactician, he has repeatedly studied the terrain of the Eastern Continent.

Know that the Alterac Mountains within the country's borders are dangerous.

It is precisely because of its existence that it is difficult for the tribe to open up the situation quickly even if they play all their cards.

It will most likely turn into a war of attrition in the end.

And this is undoubtedly what he is very unwilling to see.

That's why Orgrim did not support Saurfang, but instead opened up a new front in the east.

It's a pity that Quel'Thalas is not a soft persimmon either.

So he immediately sneered and said, "It's a clumsy strategy, why should Alterac beg for surrender?"

The leader of the soldiers retorted: "Not necessarily... Nekros said that the king named Aiden is very sincere, willing to take the poison prepared from the herbs of Draenor, or sign a contract with the warlock."

"Oh? Where is the battle report? Show it to me!" Orgrim suddenly became interested.

When the soldiers presented the leather scroll, he read it several times in a row.

Then Orgrim laughed quite boldly: "Okay! Once Alterac surrenders, the human kingdoms in the northwest will be flat and undefended, and the tribe's army will be able to drive straight in and destroy them in one fell swoop. .Gul'dan, call me a thousand warlocks immediately!"

Then he raised his arms and shouted: "Power and glory!"

Sensing the great chief's ambition, the other high-level tribesmen, including Gul'dan, immediately said, "Blood and thunder!"

Unfortunately, Zul'jin, Orgrim's new ally, didn't buy it.

Impressively, instead of singing the opposite scene: "Great chief, you promised to join hands with our clan to destroy the gang of elf bastards, so my people and I betrayed our own world and joined the tribe. Now that the battle is not good, you actually Withdrawal, where will we leave Zul'Aman?"

Zuljin's words were like a basin of cold water poured over his head.

Calm Orgrim.

Immediately he felt a secret headache.

Because Orgrim depends on Zul'jin and his troll army so much.

The other party not only brought their own dry food, but also provided more than [-] free soldiers.

The troll's raptor dragoons and shadow hunters also make up for the lack of Horde mobile troops and medical personnel.

It is precisely because of the existence of troll troops that the tribe was invincible and invincible on the Eastern Front.

At this moment, Orgrim couldn't help thinking about how to persuade the other party.

And this is undoubtedly not an easy task.

Zul'jin was headstrong.

He wants to destroy the kingdom of elves and restore the glory of the Amani Empire that has been destroyed for thousands of years.

It is difficult to persuade in such a leisurely way.

Just as he was racking his brains, Gul'dan spoke quietly.

Chapter 79 Pfister's Heavenly Group]

"Dear chief, in fact, our research has already made a breakthrough. It's a pity to give up here. At most one month, your loyal warlocks will be able to break through the enchantment of those long ears."

As soon as these words came out, Orgrim was furious.

I said in my heart that I was worried about how to persuade Zul'jin, and now he had even more reason not to obey.

Immediately scolded: "Idiot! Do you want me to give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and wait for your damn spell that may not work?"

Gul'dan was horrified when he heard the words, and quickly argued: "No, you misunderstood. What I mean is that you can leave with the main force, leaving behind the Raiders clan and troll troops. Anyway, there are not many Long Ears. , as long as we break the turtle shell, we can win. Even if there is a problem, after you stabilize the situation in Alterac, you can come back to help..."

Orgrim couldn't help but fell into deep thought when he heard this.

He was a man of swift action, so he quickly made a decision and ordered: "Sogol, I appoint you as the king, and leave you 20 Draenor warriors. You must fight well with our troll friends." This battle! Gul'dan, you leave with us."

"Yes, Great Chief!" The high-ranking warlord named Sogor said excitedly when he heard the words.

Gul'dan was a little embarrassed: "No problem. But without my host, the cracking work will slow down, and I'm afraid it will take three to five months."

Orgrim frowned slightly, but finally gritted his teeth and said, "Then you can stay!"

Then he said earnestly: "Gul'dan, you have committed many unforgivable crimes. But I am still willing to give you a chance, as long as you perform well, I don't mind sharing the glory of the tribe with you!"

"Praise you, Great Chief!" Gul'dan immediately bowed and saluted him.

But at an angle that no one could see, the corners of his mouth curved into a mocking arc.

After all, your so-called Horde glory is worthless.

Orgrim didn't notice Gul'dan's little movement, and now he looked southwest.

—That's the direction of the Alterac Mountains.

Eyes filled with infinite pride.

It seems to see the tribal army engulfing the mountains and rivers, smashing through the human kingdoms in one fell swoop.

He brings the whole world into a masterful scene!

Shortly after Orgrim made his decision, Pfister also received information from Garona.

The other party has always wanted to help him.

However, Pfister has worked with the alliance's high-end combat power for a long time.

It's too dangerous around here.

So Pfister sent her to lurk in Alterac to take precautions.

As a result, Garona really used the magic item made by Pfister today, and there was news.