This is a valley.

To be precise, this place cannot be regarded as a valley. It is more like a small hill pit, about 6 meters wide and 5 meters deep, surrounded by rock walls, making it covered by other rocks, thus forming a perfect shelter. Perhaps this is also the reason why we chose to meet here.

Orgrim hid next to the mountain pit with his two most trusted and powerful guards. His trolls sprinkled many leaves and smell-clearing things on him. Although the chief disliked these things, he and his guards endured it all.

Not long after, he heard the sound coming.

Following the direction of the sound, Orgrim saw a creature the size of an orc labour was moving awkwardly towards the bottom of the valley.

Orgrim gently held the [Hammer of Destruction] in his hand and stared cautiously at the visitor.

The guy leaned against the stone wall and gasped, then stood up and looked around.

"Hey..." The guy in a cloak called whispered.

"I'm here," Orgrim responded, stretching his body and climbing out of the pile of leaves and coming to the empty area at the bottom of the valley.

The mysterious guy stood up straight, and his breathing became obviously rapid as he approached the tribal chief. Orgrim also noticed that there was a short axe hanging around the guy's waist, which was completely different from the troll's rags. It was well-made and had no wear and tear at all. It was obvious that this guy had never used it.

"May I ask you... are you Lord Hammer of Destruction?" The guy said stutteringly, his body involuntarily shrank back: "Can you speak the common words?"

"I am Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction, the leader of the Black Stone clan, the chief of the tribe, and I can understand your language." Orgrim replied in a very standard common language: "And are you the secret letter you sent to me?"

This is a secret meeting, and in theory no third party will know about it anymore.

Unfortunately, this so-called theory is as clear as a shameless time traveler, just like a lighthouse in the dark.

Among the tall Northland Fortress, Duke sat upright in the tallest room in the tallest tower. People in this era generally did not have the concept of ventilation, and Duke felt more comfortable only when he was on a high place.

Feeling the cool breeze that was almost squeezing in through the shooting hole, Duke gently tapped the table with his index finger. A cool breeze blew from behind Duke, and Duke didn't know who was coming even if he didn't know.

"Yo, my dear, how did you get today?"

Aurelia turned red and she hummed indifferently: "Hmph! Who is your dear?"

Duke held his forehead and he was also wondering, how could a mature and beautiful lady suddenly change her style and become arrogant?

"But looking at your expression, you have gained a good harvest?"

"Fortunately, I killed several two-headed ogres with a double arrow. Now they all shrank into the mountain path."

Two-headed ogres are very difficult to deal with. Not only are they thick and thick skins that can withstand ordinary swords, but they also have two heads and three hearts.

Either you get rid of two heads or pierce all three hearts, otherwise the ogre will not die at all.

Duke saw with his own eyes that an ogre whose chest was pierced by two crossbow arrows, and struggled to break a crossbow arrow as thick as a human arm with a big wooden stick. He got up and charged at the human side for hundreds of meters. Then he was besieged by a large group of soldiers holding steel spears and poked dozens of times before he could die.

Only a guy like Aurelia who has entered the hero field can deal with the two-headed ogres easier.

"If you do well, kill more, we will be much more relaxed in the future."

"Hmph! Who told you not to allow us sisters to attack us?"

Duke laughed in silence: "I'm just afraid that you will kill the guys inside too quickly, so I can't ask Terenas for soldiers."

Duke's approach is a bit like raising a thief. It is precisely because of the actual threat from the tribe that Duke and Terenas can join forces to force the lords from the east of Lordaeron to contribute money and work hard. You know that these bastards were still working hard before, and they couldn't think of money but didn't work hard.

Now that the tribe is about to reach the doorstep, the guys are panicked and quickly recruit soldiers to pay. Duke almost wants people here, and he wants money.

Unfortunately, these lords mobilized the war too late. They pieced together more than 40,000 people to come, but Duke found that only one thousand were professional soldiers, less than five thousand were militiamen who had received basic military training, and the remaining more than 30,000 were farmers who had just washed their feet and went to the fields.

The only thing that is thankful is that Lordaeron is really rich, and he even gives him 50,000 sets of armor and swords.

These days, Duke sent almost any of his soldiers to train these farmers.

Aurelia didn't care. She and her sisters and more than 500 elves rangers every day, killing Zumashar's tribe sobbing. Only when the tribe was dispatched to move the flying dragons, did she retreat.

When Duke heard that he was afraid that they would kill the tribe, Aurelia stopped doing it: "Hey, aren't there more than 50,000 main forces of the tribe?"

"Orgrim has already run away, and there is nothing except the elite of no more than three thousand people."

"Ah!?" Aurelia exclaimed, then her expression became serious: "Then why don't you pursue these tribes?"

"It's not that I won't go, but that I don't want to." Duke took out a very formal official letter.

Aurelia glanced at her eyes: "His Majesty Aiden believed that Ultraman was not threatened by the tribe's soldiers and refused to enter the alliance army? The main force of the tribe is in Ultraman!?"

The Ranger's heroine was instantly excited: "Hell! Why didn't Aiden let us in? Is he a fool? Is he as proud as the damn member of the Silver Moon Parliament? Why is his small mountain country so arrogant?"

Duke didn't say anything, he just clicked on a few magic images to Aurelia.

When Aurelia saw it, she immediately covered her mouth and said in a lost voice: "It's so miserable..."

"Yes, it's miserable!"

In these images are the tragic situations across the continent of Lordaeron.

The desolate land is dead silent. The earth is obviously intoxicating green, but there are no signs of birds and beasts moving everywhere. The picture shows a once huge human town. Now a large number of scavengers are gathering together.

Vultures, crows, wild dogs, maggots...

There was no complete wall in the huge town, let alone the roof. On the walls, rough spears were nailed to the corpses of Alliance warriors. Looking at their armor, they all died after a fierce battle. However, their bodies were desecrated, and it was obvious that the orcs of the tribe nailed the bodies on them after their death. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!