"What, the patriarch of the Frostwolf Clan wants to see me," Ryan looked surprised.
Garona nodded, "Durotan and his Frostwolf Clan are noble and sensible.
They did not agree to invade Azeroth at first, and now they are not in a good position within the Horde. ” Ryan looked at the Divine Venerable who was sitting next to him and chatting with Lothar, before the war, the Divine Venerable had said that this Frostwolf Clan belonged to the rational sect and could communicate with each other.
"Ryan, it's good to see you, Lord Divine Venerable said that this frost wolf clan is different from other clans, maybe this is a breakthrough point."
Medivan's old body sat on the soft fur chair beside him, and he coughed and spoke.
Lothar laughed and got up and patted Medivan on the shoulder, "You're doing a good job as a staff officer now, old friend." ” Medivin shook his head, "I just want to make up for my mistakes as much as possible. ” "It's not your fault, Medivan, an evil soul that has been lurking in you since you were born, and you can't resist it."
Hu Feng also walked over and comforted the depressed former guardian.
Medivan nodded gratefully at the two of them, having fallen into deep self-reproach since he had been freed from Sargeras's grasp.
Now his friend's comfort made him feel better, but fault is fault, and the world will only say that Medivan is responsible for all this, no matter who the soul that manipulates the body is.
The border area between the Red Ridge Mountains and the Burning Plains.
This place has been turned into a simple defensive position by the Horde, and the Frostwolf Clan has been appointed to break off.
Everyone knows what it means to be broken, either completely destroyed or disabled.
Durotan's sane style was considered a sign of cowardice, and if it weren't for Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction, he might have been wiped out by the tribe itself by now.
So now the task of sending him to death naturally fell on his head, and Orgrim asked his old friend worriedly before leaving, but Durotan was in a good mood.
Seeing this, Orgrim also vaguely guessed something, and said no more, and said goodbye after taking care of each other.
But none of them expected that the next time they met again, it would be a different situation.
In the direction of Red Ridge Mountain, a pair of human cavalry walked slowly towards the pass at the junction.
The frostwolf scouts spotted the human cavalry from a distance, holding aloft the banner of the Alliance, as if they were afraid that the scouts would not be able to see it, and the speed of the march did not have any intention of attacking.
Durotan sighed as he got his debrief, and got up and walked out with a few of his Overseers.
The two sides stopped at a distance of more than ten meters and held each other.
Durotan stepped forward and yelled, "I want to see the Great Chief of the Human Stormwind Clan" King Ryan also looked at the orc chieftain in snow-white wolf skin, there was no tyranny in the eyes of this orc, and his complexion was different from the unnatural red and black of other orcs, but brown skin.
"I am Ryan, King of the Stormwind Kingdom.
Orc, do you want to see me, do you want to surrender" Ryan also took a step forward and said loudly.
Durotan laughed a few times roughly, "Haha, the Frost Wolf Clan will never surrender, and the Frost Wolf Clan has never been afraid of any enemy, I want to see you, I want to sit down and communicate peacefully with humans, and the Frost Wolf Clan is also willing to have one more friend" "We humans prefer to sit down and have a good conversation, but it's a pity that your beast-like compatriots can't do that."
Ryan replied.
"Hmph, do you dare to raise your head now" A cold snort spread all around, it was a human mage sitting on a large platform pulled by a carriage that was even more windy than King Ryan's, and there were two long-eared female elves standing on the left and right.
Durotan first thought that the human was talking about him, and immediately became furious.
Then he seemed to notice something, and narrowed his eyes.
"Enemy Attack" At this time, a group of green-skinned and red-skinned orcs suddenly appeared on the cliff above the level, and the red-skinned orc warriors jumped down and began to attack the frostwolf clan and humans indiscriminately.
The green-skinned orc warlock held his staff and shot down with shadow arrows and a rain of flames.
The scene suddenly became chaotic, and Durotan immediately turned over and rode on the frostwolf, directing the frostwolf orcs to counterattack the ambushers.
"Help me, humans, these orcs are Gul'dan's Storm Marauder clan, they are our common enemies," Durotan shouted as he slammed the head of an evil orc.
Only a small group of cavalry had arrived, and King Ryan waved his hand to stop the cavalry's agitation.
Then he looked at the presence on the moving platform pulled by six horses behind him.
"Lord Shenzun, do you want to help this frost wolf clan with the Red Ridge Mountain Fortress is not far from here, it won't take long to transfer troops over."
Hu Feng got up slowly and sneered a few times: "Don't be so troublesome, although I am not lightly injured, it is still no problem to deal with this group of scum."
As soon as the words fell, Hu Feng floated up and looked at the orcs in front of him.
"Who gave you the courage to come here to make trouble, doesn't Gul'dan know that I have saved the Storm Kingdom," Hu Feng's voice filled the ears of all the orcs present with divine might.
"Get on your knees" With a roar of rage, all the orcs looked terrified, and their bodies involuntarily fell to their knees, and the flesh and blood of their knees hitting the ground were blurred.
The orc warlocks were more sensitive to power, and they trembled like a sieve, looking in horror at the human mage in the air.
The orc warrior's brain was full of muscles, and one by one they began to struggle to stand up.
Hu Feng glanced at it coldly, and with a wave of the staff in his hand, black flames suddenly appeared on the bodies of all the evil orc warriors, and the burning pain caused them to let out a burst of miserable howls.
"He did the same thing in Quel'Thalas."
Sylvanas muttered, a glint of adoration in her eyes.
Aurelia was a little unbearable, "Wouldn't it be better to kill them directly, why torture them." ” "Sister, I've told you many times, torture and deterrence are more effective than killing them directly.
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It seems that I am more in line with the thoughts of the gods ...
As soon as the words fell, I slapped my sister on the head.
At this moment, the evil orc warriors had been turned into charcoal, and the orc warlocks on the cliff were also escorted down by the frostwolf orcs, and they formed a circle, bowing their heads in fear.
Durotan was also terrified, no wonder the great chief of the human race had only brought such a small number of people, and he was not afraid of his own danger at all.
With this master here, no matter how many orcs come, it won't be enough for him to kill.
He suddenly remembered that Guldan's expression suddenly changed some time ago, and he gave up attacking the alliance and demanded that the tribe immediately go north with a change of attitude.
There is a true god here in the alliance ...
He took out the other god who had helped the Horde come to Azeroth.
If you don't leave, the tribe will perish God's voice interrupted his musings: "I'm merciful, give you warlocks a chance to live." t1706231537: