Zuluhid led all the soldiers of the Dragonmaw clan to Alterac.
In the eyes of the old chief, this was just an outing in the wilderness, an ordinary picnic, and then moving to a new home.
When the troops walked to the Arathi Highlands, Lightbringer Uther led the Knights of the Silver Hand to greet them.
"Great Chief, congratulations on your victory."
Uther respectfully presented Auck's defense map.
"This is the result of our people's fair and honest reconnaissance. Oakland's defense is under control. Haha, Chief, from now on we will be neighbors and need to take care of each other."
If the Dragonmaw clan occupied Alterac, it would be bordering the land of Lordaeron, and the two sides would look after each other and help each other.
Zuluhid touched his sharp teeth, pointed at the Knights of the Silver Hand and said:
"Uther, what does this mean?"
Uther smiled shyly: "Warchief, please allow me to help you invade Alterac. My people will lead the way for you."
"How can a heroic orc need the help of a lowly human?"
Zuluhid looked arrogantly at Uther and the paladin behind him, smiling contemptuously.
"The noble orcs would rather die than ask you for help. Uther, take your group of kobolds back. I hope you won't pee your pants in fear."
Many paladins were indignant after hearing this. Uther turned and glared at them. The paladins were as well-behaved as a group of little sheep.
"Warchief, this is what King Terenas has told you. Please allow us to follow the orcs and admire your heroic fighting form."
Zuluhid looked wary at first. Since Uther did not bring many people, they were not enough of a threat to him, so he said fiercely.
"Uther, don't say I didn't warn you, your people may be eaten by my men at any time."
"It is their honor to be eaten by orcs." Uther saluted respectfully.
The Dragonmaw clan set out in great force. For fear of being eaten, the Paladins of the Silver Hand stayed far away, which aroused Uther's dissatisfaction.
"A bunch of trash, follow the noble orcs, the holy light protects us."
A few days later, the Dragonmaw clan entered the land of Alterac and discovered several sentry towers. They saw orcs from a distance. The sentries ran away desperately. They were indeed a group of farmers.
That night, Zuluhid had just fallen asleep when he heard the rumble of war drums coming from outside the camp.
The alert Zuluhid hurriedly got up and led his soldiers to meet the enemy, but found that there was no one there.
Not long after waiting, Uther led the Knights of the Silver Hand to catch up and joined forces with the Dragonmaw clan.
"What happened to the sound of war drums just now? Why do you want to disturb my rest?"
Zuluhid knew that it had nothing to do with Uther, but he liked to see Uther in trouble.
Uther's facial features were tangled together, and he said aggrievedly:
"Dear Chief, we came here after hearing the sound of war drums. I was wronged."
In front of many paladins, Zuluhid slapped Uther away, then laughed and walked away.
Uther struggled to get up, his face swollen, and he respectfully watched Zuluhid leave.
On the second night, Zuluhid was lying down with his clothes on. Suddenly there was a cry of killing, and the thunderous drums sounded again.
Zuluhid got up again, grabbed his battle ax and rushed out of the tent, leading his soldiers to meet the enemy.
Unfortunately, just like last night, I didn't see a single person.
The wait didn't take long, and the Knights of the Silver Hand arrived as promised.
"Respect the warchief, this is a fatigue tactic. Lord Prestor is a wise general. It aims to make the orcs tired and their hearts will be killed."
Zuluhid laughed and said:
"We orcs become more courageous the more we are defeated, how can we be afraid of the mere tactics of tired soldiers? Uther, you underestimate us orcs too much."
Uther was also secretly wondering that with Alterac's meager military strength, even if the orcs didn't sleep and were extremely tired, it would be easy to destroy them.
Tired-out tactics are meaningless.
But Uther felt something was wrong, and seemed to have overlooked something. He cupped his fist and suggested:
"Warchief, please allow us, the Silver Hand, to take the lead."
"Just you?"
Zuluhid struck Uther on the neck with an ax, and blood suddenly flowed out. His head was almost cut off, and he fell heavily from his horse.
Fortunately, the power of the Holy Light protected the Lord in time, so Uther's body and head were not separated.
"How dare the Knights of the Silver Hand dare to walk in front of our great orcs?"
The land of Alterac is not big, and Zuluhide has already planned that he will arrive at the decisive battle in two days.
"Presumably King Presto has already escaped, using tactics of tired troops, huh."
Zuluhid simply ordered the orcs to march urgently, never sleeping, and vowing not to stop until Alterac was destroyed.
The Knights of the Silver Hand followed far behind. They had been ambushed by orcs in the past few days. Many paladins were captured and eaten by orcs, and their morale was low.
The Dragonmaw clan arrived at the place of decisive battle. This place was originally the capital of Alterac, but now it has become ruins, with rubble everywhere.
Zuluhid used shaman magic to investigate and saw a camp next to the ruins, full of ragged farmers.
The scouts' findings were correct. They had no armor, and their weapons were only wooden sticks. They ate pretty well, but they had no appearance. Unfortunately, they lacked training.
"A rabble."
Not far away are the continuous snow-capped mountains, and the empty ruins cannot hide people. Zuluhid is relieved, and he probably only needs one charge to win.
The howl of charge sounded, and the Dragonmaw clan launched a general attack.
Just as Zuluhid expected, when they saw the orcs attacking, Alterac's soldiers were so frightened that they couldn't even hold their sticks steady and rushed into the ruins without looking back.
"You bunch of idiots, this is your burial place."
The morale of the Dragonmaw clan was high. The soldiers roared like wild beasts and followed them into the ruins.
Zuluhid personally led the supervising troops to stay in place. This was his habit, and the chief would never personally take risks.
Not long after, there were shouts of killing in the ruins, and the pitiful howls of the murdered continued to be heard.
Zuluhid smiled, it seemed that the children were harvesting human lives.
A confidant asked hesitantly: "Warchief, this howl is wrong, it sounds like we orcs."
"impossible!"
Zuluhid had great confidence in his soldiers and was still immersed in the joy of victory.
A group of remnant soldiers escaped from the ruins. Most of the soldiers were injured and their faces were covered in blood.
"Great Chief, it's bad, there are ogres ambushing us, countless ogres."
"How can there be ogres in Azeroth?" Zuluhid was shocked and dumbfounded.
"Great Chief, the ogres have come out. Run away before it's too late." The henchmen shouted anxiously.
I saw countless tall figures rushing out of the ruins. They were ogres. Only then did Zuluhid wake up from a dream.
Zuluhid hurriedly gathered the remaining troops, used the remaining troops as cover, and personally led the troops to retreat.
The ogres chased them from behind, and before they had run far, the orcs became tired.
"This is what the exhaustion tactic is for. It seems that my life is at stake." Zuluhid roared unwillingly.
When he was at his most desperate, he saw a glittering group of knights coming quickly.