Chapter 79 Troll Field Marshal

The process important? Are the means important? Not really, as long as the result is right, then everything can be accepted.

Arthas doesn't consider himself despicable, even if he is, it doesn't matter. What matters most is getting what he wants, obtaining the woman he has long coveted. Everything else is irrelevant the light?

The darkness?

Justice?

Evil?

If it benefits him, then it's a good thing!

The upper-level elven magician in the magic array saw Arthas laughing wildly, almost making his nose crooked!

This guy, facing death, is still laughing here, clearly mocking them!

Especially under the gaze of the Queen, this mockery is ironic!

So Arthas must die!

In fact, it was really a misunderstanding, but let it be a misunderstanding. Arthas is not bothered to explain.

What's the point of explaining to the enemy, just a bunch of Azshara's brainwashed fans.

At some point, Sarvis disguised as a Night Elf appeared behind Azshara.

He was originally a Night Elf, just a Night Elf.

It's just that he turned into a demon named Satyr after joining the Burning Legion, still showing a hint of Night Elf features, but more of the demon's unique horns and hooves.

"What's the matter," Azshara asked without even turning her head, still maintaining her lofty demeanor, whether in the Night Elf era or the Naga era, it was the same.

"He wants us to capture this person. He was brought in by Ysera, and he has the key that allows us to fully invade the Emerald Dream," Sarvis replied respectfully. He had fantasized about turning Azshara into his companion, but obviously, he couldn't defeat Azshara, so he had to bury that thought deep.

"Understood," Azshara responded indifferently. Even now, she would not submit to N'Zoth a person's character is difficult to change.

Especially Azshara, a woman standing at the peak, even though she had sunk to the bottom of the sea, she was still the proudest.

Meanwhile, in the Eastern Kingdoms.

Arthas had been gone for a few days. During this time, the Red Dragon Legion carried out brutal massacres of orcs near the Twilight Highlands, almost bringing the Dragonmaw Clan to the brink of extinction.

After wiping out the Dragonmaw Clan, a clan that dared to enslave dragons, the Red Dragons did not pursue other orcs. Even the Red Dragons would risk casualties facing the orc army.

So the Red Dragons left without getting involved in the subsequent wars.

Upon hearing that Gul'dan had sent assassins and failed, Orgrim angrily beat him.

He, who already disliked Gul'dan, wanted to execute this orc warlock.

However, the situation was already very unfavorable, and he needed more allies.

Fighting the human alliance in the Hillsbrad Foothills was not an easy task; it was a protracted battle.

Battling the Human Alliance in the hills is no easy task; it is a protracted struggle.

The Alliance, with its constant supply capabilities, proves challenging to defeat head-on.

Moreover, the orcs are showing signs of decline, becoming more ferocious and formidable after consuming the blood of demons. They fight relentlessly through injuries, instilling fear in their enemies.

However, all this power comes at the cost of life strength is never free.

While the orc's decline in power is subtle, Orgrim has noticed it.

Feeling the urgency to end the war sooner, he initially aimed to stand his ground and develop gradually.

But with the Kingdom of Stormwind breached and King Llane tragically killed, the situation became untenable humans would not allow the orcs to prosper undisturbed.

Therefore, the decisive battle becomes imperative for them.

"Warchief, Troll chieftain Zulkin has been rescued and is resting. Do you wish to see them?" Field Marshal Eitrigg respectfully reported, not even raising an eyebrow at Guldan.

"Hmph, let them in." Orgrim harshly threw Guldan to the ground. "Organize your clan to take down the Alterac Mountains immediately. If you fail, I will have you executed!"

"Yes, Warchief," Guldan replied devoutly, seemingly unfazed by the hostile attitude.

However, his resentful thoughts remained unspoken wise individuals know when to endure silently.

The Alterac Mountains serve as a vital passage to the north, leading to the forest where the Amani Trolls reside.

From there, they can launch attacks on the Alliance's key city, Lordaeron.

By breaking Lordaeron's defenses, the Tribe could potentially secure victory in the war.

This strategy, known as decapitation tactics, is often employed by orcs against the ogre Tribes.

Before long, a masked, one-armed Troll entered, his hair turned pale, bearing the signs of weathering.

"Greetings, Warchief. I am Field Marshal Zulkin from Zul'Aman. Thank you for rescuing me from human captivity. I heard you intend to cooperate with us? Let's cut to the chase. It's acceptable for the Trolls to join your Tribe, but you must assist us in attacking Quel'Thalas."

"Why is that?" Orgrim's mind raced as he contemplated the map, assessing the worth of this battle for the orcs.

After losing the Dragonmaw Clan's dragon riders, the Tribe appeared particularly passive when facing the dwarf's Griffin Knights.

The original wyverns struggled to confront the griffins, prompting the need to strengthen the Tribe by uniting with potential allies.

Human-Troll relations were far from amicable, bordering on being archenemies.

Around 2800 years before the Dark Portal, the Trolls gained the upper hand in wars, posing a threat to the borders of the high elves and the human nomadic tribes in the south.

Under the rule of the third Sun King, Anastarian Sunstrider, who paid the price of teaching humans magic, the newly formed human nation of Arathor allied with the high elves to wage war against the Amani Trolls.

They ultimately annihilated the Amani Trolls at the foot of Mount Hyjal.

This defeat plunged the Amani Trolls into a primitive existence, hitting rock bottom and struggling to recover. Any notion of friendly relations with humans seemed utterly impossible. "Those long-eared creatures have seized one of our Amani capitals we will never forget this hatred and humiliation. I have noticed many strong individuals in your Tribe venture to the Amani Forest, where the high elves have erected a Storm altar. If fortunate, it may provide enhancements for your soldiers," Zulkin presented a grand gift that Orgrim could not refuse.

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