Chapter 393: Leave the tribe

After all, all the chiefs agreed that Duke weakened the high elves by the hand of the tribe, and then the tribe dared to attack Silvermoon City, and Duke dared to burn the city again. Although this was a perfect misunderstanding, even if Duke wanted to burn, the elves would definitely refuse, but the tribe did not know.
An unbroken covenant in 2800! Sounds tall and tall?
Tribes of different races and lack of information. Ghosts know the little contradictions and affair between humans and elves.
The result is that all chiefs think that instead of wasting their elites on the elves who do not harm human beings, it is better to redeploy their troops to fight the key cities of humanity as soon as possible.
It's a pity that a brainy orc leader meets a troll leader who can only be emotional and has been blinded by hatred. The result is destined to be a tragedy.
"No troll will not admit this covenant written in human language and full of word games! As long as the tribe still fights the elf with the troll! We will still be brothers!" With.
Orgrim gave way. Troll and Orc languages ​​have no direct translation at all. The only thing that can be communicated is the human language. Covenant written in common language, Zul'jin you destroy now?
Orgrim is also getting angry. Seriously, the orcs themselves are not a particularly good-tempered race: "I am the chief of the Orgrim tribe! I want to consider the interests of the entire tribe, not your trolls. Benefit! Is there a higher elven who is not dead in the world, I will have 50,000 tribe elites to accompany you trolls running across the mountain until the last elven is killed? "
"Yes! That's right! Only then can you show your sincerity! Only then can you qualify as an ally of the trolls!"
Zuluhed stepped forward suddenly, clearing all the obstacles between him and Zul'jin: "I repeat the tribe for the chieftain is not only trolls! We have orcs! There are ogres! There are Gorons! There are Death knight! Trolls are not qualified to require the entire tribe to come and be a troll's thug! Without tribal support, you trolls are only good to be rats in the jungle! You ca n’t even step into the Eversong Forest! "
Zuluhid's so humiliating humiliation made Zujin's face flushed with red: "Rat? You dare to say that the great people of the Amani Empire are rats !? There is no existence to insult the trolls! De! You kneel down and apologize to the troll ancestors! "
"Apologize? Never! A troll who can't do anything without an orc, why should he apologize for the brave orc?" This time, Zuluhed also became angry and directly whistleed. A huge adult dragon Huo Ran rises from the back camp, even if he is reluctant, as long as Zuluhed orders, it will let Zu Jin personally know what is Dragon Breath.
"Zulusid! For the last chance, if you don't kneel and apologize, I will cut your legs with the wind and make you kneel forever!" Zukin drew a tomahawk.
"Asshole! You don't want to think about it, if it weren't for the storm altar we made for you. Where did you get the storm power !?" Zuluhed pulled out his warhammer and shot it directly.
"Enough! Enough! Do you really want to fight here and let the humans and elves on the wall look at our jokes?" Orgrim rushed between the two and hit the ground directly with a hammer. The sand is splattered, and the huge circular pits with a diameter of more than three meters allow every guy to experience the amazing power of the chieftain.
For a moment, the audience died.
However, the tense tension was not relieved at all. Orgrim saw the trolls and orcs who had been intimately mixed together in this period of time, and they had clearly stood in opposite rows, holding weapons and looking at each other nervously.
Orgrim suddenly realized that the honeymoon period between the Horde and the Troll was over at the moment when Duke's battle flag appeared.
Orgrim remembered the nightmare-like name with the greatest resentment in his heart.
"Duke Marcus!"
Is this your calculation? Is this what you expect to see?
well! Your sinister, I remember Orgrim!
The sharp teeth were rattled by Orgrim, and he suddenly looked up at Zujin, his gaze like electricity.
"Be sober. Zujin! The war between the trolls and the elves has lasted for 6,000 years. No one of you has completely destroyed anyone in the 6,000 years. It is not easy to destroy each other in the short term. .To destroy a wise race, it takes a long time to win multiple times and accumulate victory little by little. This time the troll has won enough. As long as the troll remains in the tribe, we will eventually destroy all the elves, Humans and dwarves, dominate the planet! "
Orgrim's indulgence was unwarranted.
For another sober-headed leader, perhaps the leader with IQ above the standard may listen.
Unfortunately, the revenge and victory over the past few days have made Zukin's originally low IQ to the same level as mental retardation.
He refused decisively!
"No! Trolls are ashamed to be associated with a tribe scared away by a flag!" Zu Jin raised the remaining axe in his hand and shouted, "Trolls! We don't need to rely on the cowardly orcs Tribe! We can destroy Silvermoon City ourselves! "
The hearts of the trolls were agitated by Zukin's inflammatory statement, and they immediately raised their weapons and issued a roaring roar.
The spear is like a forest, it really looks like that.
Regardless of how Orgrim reacted, Zul'jin Trail took his troll chiefs away.
"Idiot! Don't even think about it, without us, they wouldn't even have the right to step into the Eversong Forest." Zuluheed cursed.
"What do we do?" Cargas Bladefist asked.
"Go! And go as soon as possible!" Orgrim picked up the map that had fallen to the ground, made a circle on the map, and finally fell on a name: "Let's go like this, and then go here ..."
The chiefs thought nodded, and all nodded.
Back to Silvermoon City, on the banquet hall side.
Duke finally reluctantly let go of Alleria.
"Duke, rest early. Maybe we will fight hard tomorrow. After all, there are at least four days before your reinforcements arrive."
"Fighting? What fighting?" Duke looked stupid.
"What do you mean?"
"The high elves can't beat the big tribe of orcs, ogres, gorons, and trolls. Can't they win a group of trolls who don't even know how to crack magic?" Duke answered with a smile.
"Oh, if that's true, then the absolute best news I've heard since Quel'Thalas was invaded." The answer was not Alleria, but I didn't know when I came to the hall a few meters away. Prince Kael'thas. (To be continued.)