It turns out that the chief can add so many cross-shaped blue veins on his head in an instant.
Orgrim grabbed Zul'jin with one hand!
"Didn't you say that trolls are the kings of the forest? There is nothing in the forest that can be hidden from your people's reconnaissance? Then what is this?!" The saliva that Orgrim sprayed out as he roared angrily almost wet Zul'jin's face towel.
Following Orgrim's finger, Zul'jin had nothing to say.
Clearly, half a quarter of an hour ago, his most trusted scout reported to him that the road ahead was clear, with no traps or enemies, and there would be no sentries until they were within three kilometers of the enemy.
A while ago, many troll scouts were captured because they got too close to human camps. Zul'jin always believed that it was because they got too close and fell into human magic traps.
Just like the thousands of years of war between the trolls and the elves, the trolls still haven't figured out what the magic of the long ears is used for. The only two things the trolls can rely on are their numbers and strong vitality.
Now, this is clearly beyond the realm of magic.
The red light, symbolizing the alarm, stretched from the front to the horizon. These strange metal creations were shouting loudly, and the momentum was enough to wake up even a bear from the east.
the Horde now has two choices: one is to retreat, but this will hurt morale; the other is to keep running and kill into the human camp within two hours. As long as they can stick to these humans, even if there will be physical losses, Orgrim firmly believes that his 100,000 orcs and trolls coalition can easily destroy this annoying tail.
"Gul'dan! I need you to contact Zuluhed!" Orgrim ordered the evil warlock king who was not far away from him.
Gul'dan had an expression of great humility on his face: "As you command, Warchief."
The wrinkled fingers drew a few runes flowing with evil energy in the void. Following the mirror that appeared in the void, Orgrim saw his deputy.
In the picture, a gust of strong wind was blowing in the air. It was Zuluhed and his adult red dragon mount.
Feeling the uncomfortable mental connection, Zuluhed frowned, but he still took the initiative to speak: "Warchief, the humans seem to have received the alarm, but they don't seem to be afraid of our attack. Or they don't know how many of us are attacking. They only sent less than 100 cavalry out of the camp. But the long-eared strong man seems to be in the camp. I just shot a dragon cavalryman who got too close."
At this time, Zujin suddenly realized: "Yes, the humans never seem to have used more than 200 people to catch my scouts. The thing they use to report the incident seems to be able to spray something that we can't wash off and stick to the trolls' bodies, something that can be seen clearly in the dark."
Orgrim thought of many things in an instant.
He didn't understand this new thing of human beings. Looking at the alarm devices everywhere in the mountains, emitting the same light and hearing them repeating the same monotonous sentences, Orgrim quickly got over the initial shock.
"Go ahead and get me one of those things."
Zul'jin disappeared. Even though he did not absolutely recognize Orgrim's dominance in his heart, it was clearly the troll's mistake this time.
In less than three minutes, Zujin came over carrying a metal creature that was constantly "struggling" with a red light flashing on its head, as if it were a living thing.
Orgrim smashed the thing to pieces with a simple and violent blow of a hammer.
His actions left Zujin dumbfounded.
"If I had known I would have broken it into pieces and brought it here."
"No, there is a difference. In that case I don't know if you brought all the parts." Orgrim looked carefully at the wreckage, but he soon felt unhappy at being fooled.
Most of them were parts that he couldn't understand, round, long, toothed, and a few crystals containing magical energy.
"Gul'dan, can you sense something mysterious, something that can communicate?"
"No, Warchief." Gul'dan shook his head humbly. "I can only sense things like totem poles that react when they enter a certain range."
A passive sensing device.
The unhappiness on the chief's face became more obvious.
In Orgrim's view, these human gadgets are like the huge machines of the dwarves, which look good but are useless. They look scary, but in fact they can be dealt with with hammers and axes. In the final analysis, they are no different from the simple traps used by orcs for hunting. It's like tying a bell on a string. If a fool steps on the string, it will immediately jingle.
"All troops, charge at maximum speed!" Orgrim raised the Hammer of Destruction high in his hand.
Thirty kilometers away, Alleria stared at the dragon hovering almost above the horizon.
"Will Orgrim be infected?" Alleria asked Duke softly, looking at her exhausted sister resting on a camp bed with pity.
"I will." Duke's face was full of confidence.
Soon the two looked towards the huge but empty camp. There were many humanoid figures in the camp, but unfortunately they were all scarecrows wearing armor. The only cavalry team that actually traveled 80 kilometers a day to get here was actually a 3,000-man cavalry team.
However, one man with two horses, plus a large number of carriages to carry supplies, they managed to build a huge camp that could accommodate 30,000 people with only 3,000 people.
The big pot of boiling soup, the cook distributing black bread, the soldiers patrolling, it looks like a large army. Only the people know that the soldiers only come out to pretend when the dragon is a little closer.
Even the elite soldiers of Stormwind were exhausted.
In fact, the real main force was still 50 kilometers behind.
A triumphant smile appeared on Duke's face.
the Horde was getting closer. Duke's army of demon spirits faithfully fed back all kinds of information. Except for the old-style Mobile Alarm System robot from Gnomeregan that was smashed by Orgrim at the beginning, all the robots within a 20-kilometer range were modified versions adjusted by Duke's system elves.
Of course, not every demon spirit is a high-end robot. Duke installed a simple control system that evolved from Morse code. Not all demon spirits reveal their faces. Most of them are disguised as small trees and are passive enemy detection systems fixed in strategic locations.
Although simple, it is enough for the system AI to summarize all the messages transmitted and count the number of tribes that have arrived in a certain area through sensing.
When the Horde's army finally appeared on the horizon and began to charge, Duke waited until the Horde entered a two-kilometer range before he raised his hand and 3,000 cavalrymen quickly ran away.
Orgrim was going mad.
Duke's troops were clearly under his nose, but it felt like he was raising his hammer to get into close combat, but Duke ran into the range of the javelin. He raised the javelin and ran into the range of the catapult. When he pulled the catapult, the enemy had already run away and he could only see the dust behind him.
The chieftain almost vomited blood.