The orc troops heading northwest were closely formed, with a group of wolf riders moving in parallel with them at a distance of hundreds of meters above, always guarding against attacks that might come from all around.

There are wild boars in the south and centaurs in the north. The former is known for its number, while the latter has an outrageously powerful maneuverability, and no one should be underestimated. Walking through this dangerous land, if you don’t always keep your guard, you may be able to overturn the gutter at any time.

Angma glanced at him, and the elves' excellent eyesight collected a lot of information for him.

There were about four or five hundred orcs, and dozens of trolls were in the team. But he did not see any female figures. In addition, there were more than a dozen Kodo beasts acting as carriers in the team, carrying supplies and moving forward under the control of the orcs, his steps were shaking the sky, and he could hear the rumbling sound from a distance.

I think these Kodo beasts were given to them by the Taurus allies.

However, there are no women in this team. Second, the number of supplies carried by Kodomon is not very large. In addition, the extremely high proportion of wolves has almost reached the point of being alone. Angma understands that this is not a large orc unit looking for a new home, but a simple elite combat force.

According to time, the orcs who were separated from the Taurus should be prepared to build a new garden on the barren wastelands along the coast under the leadership of Thrall, and send the War Song clan to Ash Valley to collect wood.

At this time, I was walking towards the Shizhao Mountains...

There is a high chance that Thrall is pursuing the prophet prophecy. If Thrall is in this team, Angma will undoubtedly save a lot of trouble and can return to the Eastern Kingdoms continent as soon as possible.

really.

A wolf cavalry guarded outside noticed three people, and more than a dozen fast-moving wolves soon surrounded them. Jorek stepped forward to tell his purpose. When he heard the frost wolf's disaster, the wolf cavalry captain was startled and repeatedly said that the chief was in the team and asked several people to report quickly.

The Orc Captain sent a wolf cavalry to report the news first, and ordered his subordinates to give up their mounts to the three. In the end, only Angma and Jorek had a wolf together, and Hamuir chose to run with big strides.

While moving closer to the large army, the remaining wolf cavalry kept surrounding Angma and looked at him with an unrestrained gaze.

Captain Wolf Cavalry looked a little old, his sparse hair was combed into simple braids and carried it behind his head, slightly gray. His right hand was pressed on the hilt of the long knife hanging in the saddle, and he kept scanning Angma, as if he wanted to find out where the weapon was hidden under his clothes.

"Frost wolf, why did you bring a high elves here? The witchcraft of these white-skinned villains is still fresh in my memory."

Jorek looked at Captain Wolf Cavalry with a little annoyed and replied: "If it weren't for him, when the news reached the ears of the chief, the Frost Wolf Clan would have been exterminated long ago!"

Captain Wolf Cavalry wrinkled his nose, as if he was smelling the smell of Angma. After a moment, he bared his teeth with disgust and stopped talking.

The three of them arrived at the large army like stars. Every time someone blocked the road along the way, the wolf cavalry shouted loudly: "Get out of the expedited news of the Frost Wolf coming!"

After Lin Jin, Angma was able to observe these orcs up close. These orcs looked very old and were wearing very rough armor. Perhaps because of the lack of materials, most orcs could only use belts to tie small pieces of leather tightly to key positions such as the front, chest and back, and dotted with rough armor pieces that were forged in potholes. Weapons are also not much better. Weapons such as long swords that are more difficult to forge are basically invisible, and they are all thick hand axes that win with great force.

But the axe was also very crude. Someone's axe handle couldn't stay in the axe slot. There were a lot of messy skins stuffed inside. Maybe it would be like to throw it out "whoosh" every time it chopped.

It seems that these orcs who have not yet resumed production are in a very difficult situation.

All the orcs looked at Angma with a hint of surprise. The trolls were fine, with only doubts and vigilance in their eyes, without too much hostility.

After the sky collapsed and the earth broke into pieces, the trolls who were once inseparably united under the leadership of the Zandala tribe also fell into every corner of the world and became the tribes today, with almost no contact with each other.

The Dark Spear tribe is one of them. They were accidentally rescued by orcs on the journey to Xidu, and then joined the tribe led by Thrall. The Dark Spear trolls had never had any contact with the high elves. Perhaps they remembered the battle between each other's ancestors thousands of years ago, but that had been diluted by the long river of time. To them, the blood elves were completely unfamiliar.

"Dong, dong, dong..." Three drums sounded, and the marching team immediately stopped. After a while, more than a dozen orcs with obvious status were obviously superior to others and walked over in a hurry.

The leader was the tribal chief who was almost as tall as Hamuel, wearing black armor and carrying the hammer of destruction, Thrall - or Guyle.

Before Sar could speak, a blind orc with white hair walked out from behind him, grabbed Jorek's arm and asked sternly: "What's wrong... What happened to Frost Wolf!"

"Sir Drektal, we..." Jorek explained immediately.

Drektal Angma thought.

This blind shaman was born in the Frost Wolf clan. After both Thrall's parents died in assassination, he has been leading his tribe members. He is the only remaining old shaman in the tribe. He is Thrall's teacher in Elemental One. Everyone respects and everyone respects.

Drektar was still stronger during this period. He was much younger than later generations who fought with the dwarf Thunder Spear Guard in the Altlan Mountains, and he was not like the Cataclysm in the Cataclysm in ten years later. At that time, he was so old that he could only rely on a wheelchair and was pushed away.

Angma still remembers the scene where he angrily denounced the Forsaken war crimes and refused to send troops to support him. Even if it was the order of the new chief Garrosh, he would not want Frostwolf to be involved in the vortex of the war again.

This is an old man who hates war and respects nature and life, and is one of the few orcs worthy of respect.

Jorek's story made the orcs look even more solemn.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Angma began to observe the subordinates behind Thrall, but in his opinion, the orcs basically looked the same, and it was difficult to tell who was who. I don’t know if the friend of the Lafar was inside or who Sarufar was.

The only thing he could be sure of was that there was no Grom Hellscream inside. This man looked very unique. Due to the invasion of the demon blood, he was terrible and thin, which was supported by an unyielding will. It is easy to identify among the stout orcs.

"...that's all. Frost wolf needs guidance, Chief," Jorek knelt on one knee, and said in a heavy tone. "Fortunately, Lord Hamuel and the help of this blood elf, he opened the portal and brought us here."

The orcs looked at Angma, some doubters and secret observers. Draketar, who had cloth strips tied on his head, had covered his eyes that had lost his vision, suddenly found Angma's location and nodded to him in a slight way.

Angma had an illusion that the old man was not blind. Or with the help of elements, his perception ability was far stronger than when his eyes were intact.

Saar frowned and pondered for a long time, then looked up and said to Hamuel, "Thank you for your help, friend."

"It's my responsibility," Hamuel said gently, stroking his chest and nodding.

Thrall turned his gaze to Angma, who had never spoken since he came, and his blue eyes showed a look of scrutiny.

Angma smiled quietly and nodded in greeting. He was also watching the shaman who would eventually leave the position of chief and travel around to defend Azeroth.

In terms of age, Thrall was even four years younger than him, only nineteen or twenty. But who would have thought that when he was only six years old, he had the size and strength that surpassed ordinary adult men. In his long career as a gladiator, under the guidance of the Blackmore system, Thrall became a terrifying warrior and military strategist.

It is never easy to lead a huge tribe at such an age, even if there are a group of heroes supporting each other.

"Elf, I want to thank you for your help. You let me ask, why did you choose to help your enemies?"

Thrall moved forward a little, stood outside Angma's five steps, his voice was very calm, neither seemed aggressive, and he also gave him enough respect in line with the universal etiquette of civilized races. It was just right. Thrall, who grew up under the guidance of humans, had a more delicate mind than his rough compatriots.

Angma couldn't help but look at the steep mountains in the northwest, which was the Stone Claw Mountains. Medivh met Theramore and the Orcs in power. There, humans and orcs gave up their dispute for the first time, and were forced to form a coalition forces under the threat of the Burning Legion to fight against the fierce Arcmond on Mount Hygar.

Medivh's words still echo in his ears.

Angma said, "In exchange, I just want to seek an answer. Lord Thar, before the westward pass, Medivh... Oh, what did the prophet of the crow, tell you? The north of the Eastern Continent will really be destroyed?"

Thrall's eyes became blurred, and he frowned as if thinking. Just as he was about to speak, the sound of wings flapping suddenly came from above his head. Everyone looked up and saw a huge crow covered in black falling from far to near to the open space in front of him.

The crow turned around on the spot, and black mist was shrouded in its body. When the black mist dissipated, a middle-aged human mage with extremely sharp eyes walked out of it.

"I……"

"That's the answer you're looking for."
Chapter completed!