Sweat dripped from Danath Trollbane's forehead. He was not afraid of fighting the orcs to the death on the battlefield. He was used to that kind of battle, but now, the orcs, who had always been reckless, were obviously doing something a little bit different.

The conspiracy that he didn't understand made the steely will of this battlefield warrior rarely waver.

He turned back to look at the high knight of Lordaeron. Mograine shook his head at him. There was also a trace of undisguised doubt in the eyes of the high knight.

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"I don't know what the situation is like in the Arathi Highlands."

The ruins of the original Durnholde Castle were transformed into a large prisoner of war camp a few years ago. More than 5,000 orcs were detained here. Now that the frontline war situation is tense, the paladins from Lordaeron have taken over the place.

The defense has made the position here as solid as steel.

Now, Paladin Uther and his friend Tirion Fordring are standing on the wall of the prisoner of war camp, worrying about the war in Arathi Highlands. Once the assembled orcs break through the defenses of Arathi Highlands, more than 50,000 people will be killed.

The orcs will instantly change direction and rush into the Hillsbrad Foothills. This is the worst possible future.

"Maybe we should dedicate some of our people to support Mograine and Danas."

Uther said to Fordring:

"The withdrawal of Gilneas and Quel'Thalas has seriously weakened the alliance's strength. Relying solely on Stromgard's army cannot stop the orcs. Gatheris is a bit reckless. If his attitude can

Better, maybe we can bring the two legions from Stratholme over here."

The middle-aged traditional nobleman Fording nodded silently, but he seemed not to want to say too much on issues related to royal power. He changed the topic to another direction:

"Durnholde has an army of 14,000 men. I can take 4,000 of them away...perhaps we can work with Dathrohan to disrupt the orcs' supply lines from the rear, just like we did in the Burning Steppes."

"Well, this is a good plan. We rely on the high mobility of the knights to move between hills and highlands, so that no matter where the orcs attack, we can react in time..."

"Wow"

As the two commanders were talking, they saw in front of the suspension bridge outside the castle that the patrol that had gone out a few minutes ago appeared at the city gate again, and behind him, there were several orcs.

This strange scene made Uther and Fording look at each other, and the two hurriedly walked towards the city gate under the protection of the guards.

After a moment, Uther saw the strange-looking patrolman and the leader of the orcs. He suddenly pulled out the war hammer from behind and shouted:

"Orgrim! You fugitive, what are you doing here?"

Fording's reaction was more direct:

"Soldiers, arrest him!"

Facing the soldiers surrounding him, Orgrim was not nervous. He even reached out to stop the young orc behind him from clenching his weapon. He looked back at Uther and Fording, with a smile on his lips:

"I am the special envoy of the orc clan. This time, I come with the will of peace! I want to see your king!"
Chapter completed!