Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 342: Hello

This is a valley.

To be precise, this place cannot be considered a valley. It is more like a small mountain pit, about 6 meters wide and 5 meters deep. It is surrounded by rock walls, which shield it from other rocks and form a perfect shelter. Perhaps this is why they chose to meet here.

Orgrim hid at the edge of the mountain pit with his two most trusted and powerful guards. The trolls under his command sprinkled a lot of leaves and odor-removing things on him. Although the chieftain did not like these things, he and his guards endured it all.

Not long after, he heard a voice coming.

Following the direction of the sound, Orgrim saw a creature the size of an orc laborer moving clumsily towards the bottom of the valley.

Orgrim gently clenched the Doomhammer in his hand and stared at the person who came over cautiously.

The guy leaned against the stone wall, gasping for breath, then stood up and looked around.

"Hey..." the cloaked guy called quietly.

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

The mysterious guy stood up straight, and his breathing became noticeably faster as he approached the chieftain. Orgrim also noticed that there was a short axe hanging from his waist, which was completely different from the troll's junk. It was well-made and had no wear and tear. It was obvious that the guy had never used it.

"Excuse me... are you Lord Doomhammer?" The guy stammered, his body shrinking back involuntarily: "Can you speak the Common Language?"

"I am Orgrim Doomhammer, leader of the Blackrock clan and Warchief of the Horde. I can understand your language." Orgrim replied in the already very standard Common Language: "And you, is this the secret letter you sent to me?"

This is a secret meeting and theoretically no third party will know about it.

Unfortunately, this so-called theory is as clear to a certain shameless time traveler as a beacon in the dark night.

In the hastily built Northland Fortress, Duke sat in the highest room in the highest tower. People of this era generally had no concept of ventilation, and Duke felt comfortable only in high places.

Feeling the cool breeze that almost forced in from the firing hole, Duke gently tapped the table with his index finger. A cool breeze blew behind Duke, and Duke knew who was coming without even turning his head.

"Hey, honey, how's your catch today?"

Alleria blushed and snorted in a pretended indifference: "Humph! Who is your dear."

Duke held his forehead with his hand. He was also wondering, how could such a mature and beautiful ms. suddenly change her style and become a tsundere?

"But judging from your expression, you must have had a good harvest, right?"

"Fortunately, I killed a few two-headed ogres with my double arrows. Now they have retreated into the mountain path."

The two-headed ogre is very difficult to deal with. Not only does it have thick skin and flesh enough to withstand ordinary swords, but it also has two heads and three hearts.

Either both heads must be removed or all three hearts must be pierced, 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, struggled to break the crossbow arrows as thick as a human arm with a large wooden stick, climbed up and charged towards the human side for hundreds of meters, and then was besieged by a large group of soldiers holding long spears with fine steel tips, and was stabbed dozens of times before being killed.

Only someone like Alleria who has entered the realm of heroes can easily deal with the two-headed ogre.

"Good job, kill more of them, and it will be much easier for us in the future."

"Humph! Who told you not to allow us sisters to attack?" fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Duke laughed dumbly: "I'm just afraid that you guys will kill all the guys in there too quickly, and then I won't be able to ask Terenas for soldiers."

Duke's approach is a bit like raising a thief to protect himself. It is precisely because of the real threat from the Horde that Duke and Terenas can join forces to force the lords of eastern Lordaeron to contribute money and manpower. You know, these bastards knew that Silverpine Forest was threatened before, but they were still dawdling, and they didn't want to pay or contribute.

Now, the Horde is almost at their doorstep, and these guys are panicking, and they are rushing to recruit soldiers and pay money. Duke has almost always got the people and money he needs.

Unfortunately, these lords mobilized too late. They gathered more than 40,000 people, but Duke found that only 1,000 of them were professional soldiers, less than 5,000 were militiamen who had received basic military training, and the remaining 30,000 were just farmers who had just washed their feet and went to the fields.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Lordaeron is so damn rich that they can give away 50,000 sets of armor and swords just like that.

These days, Duke has sent almost any of his men who can train soldiers to train these farmers.

Alleria didn't care. She, her sisters and more than 500 elven rangers killed the Horde of Zul'Mashar every day. They only retreated when the Horde sent out flying dragons.

When Duke said he was afraid they would kill all the Horde members, Alleria said, "Hey, aren't there more than 50,000 tribe members in there?"

"Orgrim has already fled. There is nothing left inside except for no more than 3,000 elite soldiers."

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

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

Alleria glanced around and said, "Your Majesty Aiden believes that Alterac is not threatened by the Horde's front and refuses the Alliance army to enter? The main force of the Horde is in Alterac!?"

The Ranger Heroine was instantly excited: "Damn it! Why didn't Aiden let us in? Is he a fool? Is he as arrogant as the damn Silver Moon Council members? Why is his little mountain country so arrogant?"

Duke didn't say anything, he just clicked on a few magical videos to show Alleria.

Alleria covered her mouth immediately after seeing this and cried out, "How miserable..."

"Yes, it's miserable!"

These images show the tragic conditions in various parts of the continent of Lordaeron.

The desolate land was dead silent. The land was intoxicatingly green, but there was no sign of bird or animal activity. The scene was a once large human town. Now a large number of scavengers were gathering for a meal.

Vultures, crows, wild dogs, maggots...

In the huge town, there was not a single intact wall, let alone a roof. On the walls, the bodies of Alliance warriors were nailed with crude spears everywhere. Judging from their armor, they all died after a fierce battle. However, their bodies were desecrated, and it was obvious that the orcs of the Horde nailed them there after they died.