The design concept of this cavalry arcane golem comes from Surama's chief arcane Talisa.

The arcane puppet she designed not only has flexible four-legged legs, but can even release some simple spells according to preset programs.

When Andrea ordered the production trial machine, he proposed a suggestion that the spell energy used by these four-legged constructs can release spells of different attributes according to the energy charged.

Since he knew that the mobility of the tribe was the Death Knight, Andrea would certainly not be neglected. He personally recharged this group of majestic puppets. The nature of the energy... Of course, it is the holy light that restrains the power of death.

As the small holy light bombs released in the hands of the human horse structure, which were like a storm, hit the death knight's charge formation, many of the attacked death knights immediately screamed and fell off the horse.

The Death Knights who have become the dead have long lost their pain. The only thing that can make them feel the pain in their souls is the violent holy light that can purify all unclean energy.

When Talon Blood Demon was a warlock, he was very good at changing the rules with the wind. This is the common code of conduct for apprentices brought by Gul'dan. The upper beam is not straight, the lower beam is crooked.

Seeing that there was a dead end ahead, he hurriedly turned his head and retreated when he was heading for the first time.

Orgrim was not in the mood to pay attention to Talon Blood Demon's behavior when he saw the opportunity. A mere medium-sized military town in Quel'thalas brought huge trouble to the tribe, which he had never expected before entering Quel'lassas.

Zulkin checked his good deeds and his expressions. He noticed Orgrim's frown and his wandering eyes. He knew something was wrong, and Orgrim was probably already withdrawn.

Without even having to continue to be clever, Zulkin hurriedly said the part he had deliberately hidden before in a guessing tone.

Orgrim glared at Zulkin unhappily, "Why didn't you explain it clearly earlier? Wasteing troops in vain will only make it more difficult for us to break through Silver Moon City!"

In fact, at this time Orgrim began to doubt whether the tribe could capture Silver Moon City.

Just a military town blocking the road has such strong defense. You can guess how difficult it will be to be protected behind the tall city wall with your butt.

Zulkin hurriedly defended, "Although we can pass through the gaps in the defense base, we also have to take huge risks for this."

"If we cannot capture Silver Moon City for a long time, we may be surrounded by the pursuing troops sent by the Takuilin defenders. If we go deep alone, we will be the last choice to burn our boats."

"snort!"

After listening to Zulkin's explanation, Orgrim wanted to retreat even more.

But if the high elves were not inflicted enough damage to the high elves, Zulkin would definitely not agree to send his forest trolls to Lordaeron to support him, and he was not sure if he would be stabbed in the back by the resentful high elves when attacking Lordaeron.

‘It’s really troublesome…’

Orgrim was a little irritated. The warlock led by Gul'dan had a ulterior motive and had to be prepared for it. The powerful forest troll who had just joined the tribe also had his own little thoughts.

No one can do it in the internal sense, and Orgrim has doubts for the first time whether the tribe can capture Lordaeron.

‘You can’t think so!’

Holding the hammer of destruction in his hand, Orgrim forced himself to cheer up, "If even I had the intention of retreating, the morale of the tribe might plummet."

‘The orcs need Azeroth as a brand new home. In order to gain a foothold in this new world, we must first show our power. Lordaeron, as the leader of the league, is the best goal to establish his authority.’

Seeing that the front line could not be captured for a long time and the sky gradually darkened, Orgrim finally ordered the revocation of the offensive troops and the military camp stationed not far from Taquelin to wait for another battle tomorrow morning.

For the next few days, almost the same battle situation was repeated every day.

The main force of the Night Elf did not even show his face in front of the orcs during the defensive battle. The tribe thought that only the high elves were shooting arrows and releasing spells in Takulin.

Zulkin, who is familiar with the high elves, first realized something was wrong. Not to mention the unique arcane puppet, because of the physical differences, the arrows used by the night elves are much larger than those used by the high elves in terms of specifications.

Zurkin suspected that the High Elves had found reinforcements, but it was difficult to prove if they could not invade the core area of ​​Taquelin.

After several days of strong attack, Orgrim finally began to implement his plan.

During the day, the tribe still attacked Takurin as usual, but at night, the chief ordered the entire army to march silently while the night was in the dark.

The route chosen by Orgrim was provided by Zulkin, and he tried to choose a route that was not too many to go by, passing through the forest between the Moon Temple and Taquelin.

The orcs advancing silently did not demolish the military camp in front of Taquelin. Orgrim even deliberately left a small number of soldiers to maintain a guarding posture in the camp at night. At dawn, they would decisively give up the military camp and retreat.

Zulkin, who is used to traveling through the forest, always felt something was wrong, and the feeling of a thorn on his back always surrounds him.

"Stop."

Zulkin stopped quietly, and in the puzzled gaze of Guldan and others, Zulkin frowned and looked around.

"I have a bad feeling that we seem to be being watched."

As a spellcaster, Guldan is not as conscious of danger as Zulkin and Orgrim, who have been through the battlefield.

"Chief Zulkin, are you too careless? I didn't find any abnormalities when I put it in the forest."

The warlock has a spell used for reconnaissance. Guldan named it the Eye of Kilrog. At this time, the energy eyeballs he spread were distributed around the forest. Guldan looked like he was watching multiple screens at the same time.

Orgrim shook his head solemnly and said, "Maybe the other party did not monitor in a regular way, but adopted a method similar to yours?"

"this……"

After receiving the reminder, Gul'dan immediately changed his mindset, and he soon discovered some clues.

There are many owls with glowing eyes in the woods at night. Gul'dan had always thought that these were just normal nocturnal birds, but after careful consideration, he found something was wrong.

One or two might stare at the direction they were walking out of curiosity, but all the owls looked at the tribe's army at the same time... This is abnormal.

"owl."

Gul'dan pointed at two golden vertical pupils not far from their heads. "All the owls in the forest are looking at us, and I suspect these owls are weird."

...

On the banks of the Arendal River to the north of Taquelin, the night elf rangers who have been maintaining the state of the beast's eyes opened their eyes one after another.

"General Yuyue, my owl companion has been killed."

“So too.”

Sandys narrowed his eyes dangerously, "I finally discovered it, let the remaining owls evacuate, and there is no need to monitor anymore."

Through long observation and speculation on the orc marching route and then backwards based on the ultimate goal of the tribe's attack on Quel'thalas, Santis has gained more than 80% of their next route.

No matter how the tribe hikes through the forest and avoids them, they will eventually pass through the Arendal River that runs across the Amani Forest and Yongge Forest. As long as they keep it here, the tribe will definitely not be able to slip through.
Chapter completed!