"They first launched a long-range harassment against us with siege weapons, and flames were thrown into our camp."
In Ner'zhul's camp, one could vaguely hear the distant rumble of explosions, as well as the roaring and roaring sounds of orc warriors.
The succubus Anissa used space magic to return to her master and reported the battle situation with her charming voice.
"The enemy appeared in the canyon in the southeast direction. They are condescending and seem to be preparing to charge our camp."
"What are the scouts and the remaining members of the Blood Cave Clan doing? They didn't realize that the enemy was so close?!" Ner'zhul's voice sounded dissatisfied.
"I'm sorry, Master. They really didn't find it." The succubus shrugged her sexy and naked shoulders and waved her hands. "Maybe they didn't have the ability to find it."
A relatively small but probably very elite enemy force has been approaching the base camp in the jungle.
Ner'zhul has had this understanding and mental preparation in the past few days.
Ner'zhul had no intention of attacking this enemy, but for several days he was unable to capture the enemy's march.
The orc leader sent out scouts to find traces of the enemy in the forest.
But even in Draenor, the Blood Cave Clan, which is good at fighting against the vegetative people in the Evergreen Woods, is actually no match for the enemy in the forest here!
The Blood Cave Clan's scouts were killed in large numbers, and the orcs could not find any trace of their enemies in the jungle.
Moreover, they seemed to be changing their marching route all the time, and it was impossible to predict which way the enemy would come out by relying on prediction.
We can only know that they will definitely appear from the south.
Even when the Dread Lord took action and was asked to find out the location of the enemy, he failed.
The Dread Lord was discovered by the enemy and ran back injured.
Ner'zhul had to think about it.
Is the forest helping the indigenous people?
For the past half month, the forest has been hostile to the orcs.
The traces of these natives cannot be captured by the orcs, not only because their scout troops are powerful, but also because Lin Sensen is also helping them cover.
They protected them all the way without being discovered by the orcs until they arrived in front of the orc base camp and launched an attack.
Only then did Ner'zhul learn of their arrival.
The orc leader was a little lucky. Fortunately, he had cut down all the trees near the base camp at the suggestion of the Dread Lord, leaving a wide and deep area.
If they camped directly in the jungle, the orcs might not even know how they died.
After listening to Anissa's report, the enemy did not launch an attack immediately, but instead let their troops attack the orcs.
More than two thousand orcs were killed or wounded in a short period of time on the orc side, and when the camp in the southeast was on fire and riots broke out.
Ner'zhul curled his lips and opened and closed his fangs: "Coward, what can you do with these? Can you wipe out all the orcs?"
Anissa shrugged again.
"Hmph! It would be really dangerous if we were suddenly attacked by them like this. It's a pity that they have been betrayed."
Ner'zhul said to Anissa.
"Go ahead. Except for the troops along the river, do not move. Order the orcs in other camps to move closer to the enemy. There are only tens of thousands of them, and we still have more than 200,000 warriors left here. There are also those skeletons."
"Leave a portion of the enemy's reinforcements to defend the riverside, and move forward with the rest."
"As you command, my master."
Anissa's figure flashed and disappeared.
Ner'zhul walked out of the tent and looked toward the southeast sky.
Night falls.
The fire was shining there, and the sound of fighting and the smell of blood were carried by the breeze.
Do not know why.
The young orc leader felt slightly uneasy.
Although a lot of preparations have been made, a new and powerful ally has been found outside the skeleton.
But he still felt unsafe.
He looked at the sky, and then looked down at the ground where he stepped.
Ner'zhul suddenly understood where his uneasiness came from.
Coming from this strange world full of hostility to orcs and demons.
He looked at the ground he stepped on and suddenly laughed contemptuously.
"My shaman mentor said that "all things have animism", is this your dying struggle? Don't worry, the Legion will come. At that time, Kil'jaeden will gift you as the orcs' ship in the endless darkness.
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"At that time you will surrender to the rule of the orcs, including the creatures on this land!"
After personally burning the shaman mentor who opposed him to death with evil energy, Ner'zhul was fearless.
He stamped his feet on the ground.
Walk back to the tent.
Tonight will be very long.
On the battlefield.
The goblin engineering troops released all their ammunition, and then followed Tonatiu's request to stay where they were and build a temporary camp.
Then, countless beasts that had been hiding in the jungle and following the expeditionary army from afar, led by Utadas, the son of Lezan, took the lead and rushed towards the orc camp.
The expeditionary force followed their rear, followed by Tonatiu who was riding on Zafra, and began to charge towards the orc base camp.
The sound of fighting was loud.
As Tonatiu led the charge, the gentle breeze blowing by Ner'zhul outside the camp suddenly turned into a strong wind for some unknown reason.
The howling wind came from behind the God King, blowing up a lot of dust on the ground and hitting the faces of the orcs and blood trolls, and also blew the unextinguished flames of the orc camp even higher.
Faced with the overwhelming charge of beasts and the expeditionary force mixed in with the beasts, there was a commotion in the orc camp.
The swarming orc warriors and blood trolls, not to be outdone, left the camp and rushed over with roars.
Tonatiu, who was riding on Zafra, had excellent eyesight that allowed him to visually detect that there were at least tens of thousands of enemies in front of him.
The enemy is well prepared.
They knew they would come.
The beasts at the front were fighting with the orcs, and the brave Oudasta was already entangled with the two Gronns.
The queen of the Rapaosaurs is behind them, and they all seem to have lost their minds. They are not afraid of the orcs' axes, and they still want to fight the enemy.
The raptors roared, and two or three of them worked together to besiege an orc or blood troll, causing the enemy to bleed continuously while ignoring the other.
Together with their mortal enemy Devilsaur, the Direhorns followed Oudasta's footsteps and wreaked havoc in the enemy camp.
The originally empty sky suddenly saw densely packed pterodactyls flying out. They were hovering in the air, taking the opportunity to swoop down to attack the orcs on the ground from time to time.
Even the timid Lesognathus emerged from the weeds and jungles and rushed into the orc camp without hesitation.
However, they were not stupid enough to go head-to-head with the enemy. As if these smart and clever little guys had a clue, they actually chewed wood to start a fire on the burning tent.
Then he took the torch and avoided the attacks of the roaring orcs and blood trolls in the camp, causing the flames to spread everywhere in the orc camp.
Witnessing nature's help, the charging Kaldorei sentries almost burst into tears.
The calm draenei were amazed, sighing that the feeling that the whole world was helping them was so addictive.
Trolls…
For some reason, the normal expressions on their faces disappeared at the moment they launched the charge.
A twisted expression of savagery and bloodthirsty cruelty appeared on the faces of the troll alliance warriors composed of Zandalari trolls and Zutona trolls.
The scene that happened to the troll warriors on the Western Front battlefield was guided by some mysterious being, and the bloody fighting intention of the ancient trolls was also imposed on Tonatiu's army.
High Priest Lezan, who had always been very calm and composed around Tonatiu, behaved very well, and tears kept coming from his eyes.
"kill!"
"Kill all the enemies!" The calm and elegant high priest roared like a wild beast, and even rushed to the front line regardless of his identity.
Tonatiu wanted to stop him. Even in the fierce battle, the expeditionary force should have some sense, and it would be best to have someone in the middle to provide support and command.
However, the high priest had already rushed over and was entangled with the enemy.
Only then did the God King notice the changes in the trolls.
In surprise, Shandis rode the giant bear and approached, "I have never seen such a troll."
She stared at Tonatiu.
Seeing that everything was normal, she seemed relieved and continued: "They look like wild beasts! Like angry druids out of control."
Tonatiu opened his mouth to explain.
She added again.
"Janna sent a message. The Kaldorei army that landed under the leadership of Lady Whisperwind has arrived at the front line with the help of the water elements along the river."
Tonatiu breathed a sigh of relief.
To be honest, the expeditionary force's invasion this time was very risky. The orcs were several times the number of the expeditionary force, and there were also a similar number of blood trolls.
Tonatiu's previous plan was to unite with Naga and give Naga benefits, allowing them to launch an attack from the Broken River behind the orcs.
The Kaldorei army showed up for no apparent reason, causing some problems in his relationship with the Naga.
The lack of Naga was replaced by the equally powerful Kaldorei army, which had little impact on his original strategy.
"Then what are you waiting for? The beast spirits can't hold on for long." Tonatiu glanced at the battlefield.
Beasts are beasts after all. Although they are brave and not afraid of death, the orcs who are proud to die in battle and drink demon blood are not soft persimmons.
Including the number of beasts and the expeditionary force combined, there are actually not as many orcs and blood trolls as there are in the orc base camp.
Without the help of a third party, if the expeditionary force's adventurous attack is extremely lucky, at most it will perish together with the orcs.
That is still based on the help of the beasts, and the actual situation is not likely to be so good.
Tonatiu didn't want to die with the orcs either.
Naga stopped responding to him.
He now needs the kaldorei's help.
Shandris opened her bow and shot an arrow, and the glowing arrows easily connected two orc warriors in the distance.
"There's bad news."
She calmly continued to use long-range attacks to attack the orcs on the battlefield.
"Naga troops appeared behind the orcs. They emerged from the water and blocked the water element and the Kaldorei army."
"and……"
She turned back and glanced at the Troll King with a playful look.
"The orcs have deployed a large number of troops in advance in the direction of the Kaldorei. Your Naga lover did not lie to you, those fallen elves are really walking together with the orcs."
