The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Ta-ta-ta! The heavy rain was like a hail of bullets, falling one after another.

The orcs and trolls hiding in the forests of the archipelago stared quietly at the wider "path" ahead.

Gazing upon this "path," they were strangely quiet.

Being here, they seemed as if they were not in this forest at all, blending into the environment.

"Varok, are those humans really going to come from this direction?"

"Brooks, trust my judgment."

Standing among the green leaves, Varok Saurfang explained in a low voice in the rain: "I understand the human way of fighting."

"Over the years, the countless roaming battles I have fought with humans in the col have made me gradually understand the arrogance of these human armies."

Thinking about his past experiences, Varok said, "Sometimes they are just like us, worshipping glory."

"But most of the time, they regard us as beasts, beasts without any civilization."

"Just this concept alone will subconsciously influence them and affect them to make the 'best' pursuit decision."

Like his brother beside him, Varok had no bloodthirsty red light in his eyes, only calmness.

However, the two brothers leaned one hand on the leaves and were ready to hold the ground-sinking battle axes at their feet at any time.

"Brother, I think we still need to go back to our previous ambush site."

"All spirits are watching us, and Chieftain Thrall is undoubtedly favored by all spirits."

However, Broxigar Saurfang (Brox) still had some doubts about this.

This was not the arrangement made by Warchief Thrall before, at least not for their team.

Coming here, because of the natural terrain here, his brother Varok thought it was an excellent battlefield and used it as a new ambush point.

Returning to the embrace of all spirits (elements) and feeling the warmth of "home" given by all spirits, the orcs regained the "glory" they had once abandoned.

The returning shaman is not only worthy of awe, but the various "prophecies" of all spirits have never been wrong. They are just easily distorted by those with ulterior motives.

However, there is Thrall, the great chief who has learned the shamanic way.

Brooks always believed that the "prophecy" that Thrall heard and saw was correct.

Because leaving the mountain territory where the only future is "failure" is undoubtedly the choice that a glorious orc should make.

"Brother, if those humans don't change their strategy, this is the best place for an ambush."

After reconsidering for a moment, Varok responded, "With those thunderous new reinforcements."

"Based on my understanding of the arrogant humans and the human navy that has been chasing us."

"With their current numerical advantage and the upcoming reinforcements, they will never retreat from their front line."

"Those arrogant human commanders always think they are smarter than us. They are cautious but not completely cautious."

Brooks kept his nerves tense and said, "Varok, I hope you are right."

"After such a long journey, we can't afford to lose too many times..."

He suddenly suppressed his voice, pricked up his ears, and listened quietly to the orderly but not chaotic footsteps coming from afar.

Since there were footsteps coming this way, he immediately understood that this ambush point was useful.

At this moment, he, Varok, and the orcs and trolls who had been lying in ambush around them for a long time were like corpses, and could not feel any breathing.

The rain fell, the wind roared, the thunder roared, and the trees shook, but they alone remained motionless.

They remained motionless, as if they were not breathing, and no sound of breathing could be heard.

However, after listening carefully to the footsteps for a while, the experienced old orc warriors narrowed their eyes.

These were not the footsteps of humans chasing after the "fleeing" warriors, but the footsteps of their wolf riders...

"Saurfang, Varok Saurfang! The Warchief has new orders!!"

Amid the wind, rain and thunder, Nazgrel, carrying a greatsword on his back and riding a black-armored wolf, shouted loudly along with the other wolf riders.

The wargs were heading towards the forest, and they were calling out loudly to their companions hiding in the forest.

"Roar!"

Soon, a sturdy orc with his upper body naked, holding an axe, jumped out of the forest with a war roar.

The war cry in the air was like the roar of a wild beast, shocking all around... but only shocking the ferocious wolf in front of him.

A bright red anger lingers around him...

Bang, the furious axe sank in front of the wolf, and explosive force surged into the earth.

The mud and rocks that were passively stirred up stopped the rapidly advancing wolf cavalry in the blink of an eye.

"What's wrong again, Nazgrel?"

Carrying the battle axe, Varok asked calmly.

He was very familiar with this new order, which was most likely to adjust the defense, during the journey across the sea.

Naval warfare, currently their tribe is the most...

"Where are Varok, Brooks and the others?"

"Nazgrel, just tell me the warchief's orders."

"On the battlefield, we cannot be careless about any small..."

"Warrior, the Warchief is fending off the assembled human navy alone."

Putting on a serious expression, Nazgrel said, "Now, we need to go to a new gathering point."

"There, we will have a decisive battle with the human navy that has been pursuing us."

With a puzzled look on his face, Varok said, "We are very tired, warrior."

"Unlike those humans who have stayed on this island for several days, the chieftain would not arrange such a reckless strategy."

Hearing this unreasonable order, Varok quickly questioned it.

Because Thrall's initial strategy was to pursue the navy along Kul Tiras without getting a full picture of the Darkspear Islands and creating an opportunity for victory.

Some of the tribe's elite followed him to quickly kill the patrolling navy, and relying on the powerful mobility of his team, they created chaos everywhere.

After that, these other troops were free to look for opportunities to attract or directly attack the vital points of the pursuing navy.

In order to win, make good use of the current advantages and inflict devastation on humanity... A gust of wind blew towards these orcs.

"I know what you mean, bro."

"Varok Saurfang, those humans anticipated our attack."

"Some dark force is influencing them, giving them the inspiration for our actions."

Because of the news from the Wind Spirit (wind element), Nazgrel said: "Now, Chieftain Thrall needs enough troops."

"It is necessary to interrupt the guidance of darkness. All spirits are horrified by it."

"The human navy is just the enemy we need to defeat openly... You should have received the message from the Great Chief."

"I can only leave you a few elite troops, brother..."

"I see, Nazgrel, we must act quickly."

As soon as he finished speaking, Varok raised his arms and yelled, "Lok'tar!"

"Warriors of the tribe! The chief needs you!! For the tribe!!!"

"For the tribe!"

Hearing the urgent warning from Varok, Brooks roared loudly with his axe in his hand.

He took the lead, jumped up, grabbed the tree trunk, spun around, and used the momentum to float in the forest.

As Brox headed towards the new gathering point, the orcs and trolls hiding in the forest all headed in the direction guided by the Wind Spirit.

At the same time, twenty experienced orc warriors pushed aside the cover and slowly gathered behind Varok.

Seeing that his brothers here had also left, Nazgrel immediately swung his sword towards the gathering point.

The next second, he, the wolf riders behind him, and the rest of the tribal warriors who were gradually gathering also headed in that direction.

The Great Chief has marked the final battlefield of the day, and they must rush there without stopping to embrace glory or continue to live.

"Varok, I hope your operation goes well."

Watching the warg charging again, Varok whispered, "We will, brother."

Then he turned to look at the warriors behind him who were ready to die: "We need to find a way to stop those ships from reaching the shore."

"That firepower will hinder our search for a new home."

"Whatever it takes, for the tribe."

……

"Orc, your defeat was as expected!"

"Even if you escape here, it will be useless. The tide is guiding us."

Arriving at a beach in the Darkspear Islands, Jeff and Sanat, with their well-organized navy, stopped Thrall on the beach.

They surrounded Sal in a semicircle, leaving him alone with the beach filled with violent winds and waves.

Of course, they will not forget the other orcs and trolls who may come to their aid at any time.

Except for the troops besieging Thrall, the rest of the troops were on high alert on all sides. Even the harsh environment could not affect their determination to kill this orc.

After a long chase, they all knew it very well.

Get rid of Thrall. These difficult orcs are just...

"Human, you are too confident."

Raising the Doomhammer filled with electricity, Thrall said: "This is the realm of all spirits!"

"At this moment, the earth, storm and sea are all around me!"

"Hahaha! Orc, are you making me laugh?"

Holding a sword and leading his men slowly towards the dangerous Thrall, Jeff smiled as he looked at the ocean covered with black blood in the distance.

The power of an individual has its limits. Without the rest of the orcs and trolls, Thrall was just a tired and powerful enemy in his eyes.

As for Thrall's strong spirit... he understood at a glance that these orcs had only arrived today.

With the tide revelations obtained by tide sages such as Sanat, the revelations became clearer and clearer, and they avoided many dangers.

Not only have they not lost a single soldier here, but they also have the vast majority of warriors who are still in high spirits.

"It's ridiculous, it's so ridiculous!"

Jeff lowered his voice and said, "Orc Chieftain, so what if this is the realm of all spirits that you mentioned?"

"This is the realm of all spirits. Our new forces are also on their way here."

At the same moment, their reinforcements were in the ocean behind this beach and were approaching here rapidly.

He took a quick glance and saw the familiar Kul Tiras flag still flying high in the rain, unstained by the rain.

"Human, you are too confident!"

Thrall rolled down the wolf and warned with his eyes full of lightning: "Leave now, and none of you will die."

“We didn’t want to…”

"Don't want to miss anything?!"

Guiding a bolt of thunder to strike down, Sanat shouted, "Since the day you killed our relatives and friends, we have been blood enemies."

"No matter what the future holds, we humans who have experienced your tribe's ruthless invasion..."

Seeing that the thunder was easily blocked by Thrall, Sanat said in a deep voice: "Never, we will never forgive you!"

"The tide is rising, beast, your time of death has come!"

With the sudden arrival of the water shield, Jeff charged forward with the shield in hand and said, "Warriors, follow me!"