The Second Empire of Azeroth

Dun Modr, Orcish base camp.

The Orc chieftains glared at Gul'dan, clearly feeling that Gul'dan was holding back his strength and消耗ing their tribal power.

"Wise and brilliant Warchief!" Gul'dan looked at Orgrim with flattery, "You should know that human mages are not the same as ogres. When ogres gain magic, only a small number of them use it. Most of them are ignorant beasts, and only two-headed ogres know how to cast spells."

"But humans are different. All humans can become mages. What limits them is not talent, but class. In the human world, there is a magical city called Dalaran, which has a brilliant magical civilization and thousands of mages, with endless spellcasting techniques. And what about ogres? The number of two-headed ogres is only a hundred, how can they be compared with humans?"

Orgrim narrowed his eyes, leaned forward and asked, "So, Gul'dan, are you saying that you have no way to deal with human mages?"

"Of course not!" Gul'dan said quickly, "Of course I have a way."

"But, Warchief, this method may not be acceptable to you!"

Orgrim frowned, obviously he knew what Gul'dan was talking about. Thinking about everything Gul'dan had done in Draenor, Orgrim's heart was filled with disgust.

"Do you want to destroy this world?"

Gul'dan lowered his head, "Warchief, it depends on your orders!"

"Humph!" Orgrim snorted coldly, and then asked, "Besides this, do you have any other way?"

Gul'dan's eyes turned, "Warchief, it seems we can rely on our allies."

"Allies?" Orgrim thought of the Orcs' only ally—Zul'jin.

Since the alliance, Zul'jin has been asking him to go north to help the trolls attack the high elves of Quel'Thalas. However, Orgrim didn't want to do this, because he felt that it would be more in the interests of the Orcs to push all the way, defeat the humans, occupy their territory, and then fulfill the agreement with Zul'jin. Because once the high elves are defeated, the trolls can ask for more land, which is obviously not what Orgrim wants to see.

But now it seems that the Orcs alone cannot defeat the humans, and giving the trolls some benefits is not something that cannot be considered.

"Warchief!"

"Honorable Lord, we have discovered a new road east of Grim Batol that leads directly to the sea!"

Orgrim's eyes lit up, and he immediately thought of an excellent tactic.

At this time, a high elf ranger came to the dwarf camp and brought an important message: the Blademaster who escaped from the battlefield had fled to the troll-infested Deadwood Village. If they persuaded the trolls there to attack the dwarf camp together, then the dwarf camp would be in a dilemma of being attacked from the north and south.

Uther immediately decided to send an army to annihilate the trolls of Deadwood Village, led by Lord Alexandros Mograine.

"Rogers, after annihilating the trolls of Deadwood Village with Mograine, you will go to Aerie Peak."

Rogers frowned slightly, but still agreed.

Mograine looked at Rogers proudly, "Depart in half an hour!"

As a traditional aristocrat, Mograine was also influenced by the public opinion of the Stormwind nobles and had a bad impression of Rogers.

Rogers sneered in his heart, what are you pretending to be? If it weren't for your stubbornness, how could you have been killed by your son in the end?

At the same time, Rogers also deeply realized that the consequences of the smear campaign by the nobles far exceeded his expectations. This is still on the front line, and so many nobles are targeting him. If he were in Lordaeron, wouldn't he be unable to move an inch?

However, this does not mean that Rogers will give in.

Right on the dot of half an hour, Rogers appeared at the gathering place.

Mograine glanced at him unhappily, but said nothing. After all, Rogers was not late, and he couldn't find an excuse to target Rogers. But that doesn't mean he will let Rogers go like this. Seeing that Company B didn't have horses, he immediately shouted, "Depart!"

Then he led the cavalry out of the dwarf camp, without waiting for Rogers and others to catch up.

Rogers curled his lips in disdain and directly led Company B towards the mountainous area in the east. Company B could not ride horses because of their armor. Relying on two legs alone, they would definitely not be able to catch up with the cavalry. But that doesn't mean he will lag behind. He can take a shortcut.

The cavalry on the main road needs to bypass a canyon and a mountain to go east, while on foot, they can reach Deadwood Village by walking along the mountainous area.

One takes a right angle, and the other takes a straight line. It's not certain who will arrive first!

When bypassing the hill, Mograine looked at the empty rear and sneered, "Let's go!"

He was determined that as soon as he arrived at Deadwood Village, he would launch an attack. If Rogers didn't catch up with the battle, he could report that Rogers had disobeyed orders. In this way, even if Lothar protected Rogers, Rogers would inevitably be punished.

Mograine and Rogers did not know each other, but this did not prevent him from looking down on Rogers. Rogers was just a commoner. No matter how capable he was, Lothar should not listen to him, and even do things that harmed the interests of the nobles. He didn't dare to express his dissatisfaction with Lothar, who was famous, so he naturally vented his resentment on Rogers.

What made Mograine confident was that his targeting of Rogers did not arouse the dissatisfaction of the Holy Light. The creed of the paladin told him that the Holy Light represents justice. The Holy Light did not prevent him from targeting Rogers, which means that the Holy Light also felt that his behavior was just…

However, what he didn't know was that the Holy Light has no distinction between good and evil. It only favors all those who have something to protect. As for whether the thing being protected is good or bad, the Holy Light doesn't care at all.

It was because of this stubbornness that Mograine was created in the future, a powerful paladin lord, the master of the Ashbringer. Similarly, it was this stubbornness that ruined him, causing him to lose his life in the hands of his own son.

Mograine rushed all the way to Deadwood Village and found a hidden place to rest.

At this time, more than twenty people walked down the mountain. Mograine looked over vigilantly, but was stunned to find that it was Rogers and Company B.

"You?" The knights were also surprised. Didn't they lose them? How could they appear here? And it looked like they had arrived long ago.

"You guys are so slow!" John looked at the knights mockingly, "Are you riding turtles?"

"Bastard!" The knights were very angry when they heard this and stood up to rush over.

"Come back!" Mograine shouted coldly, then stared at Rogers.

However, there was no expression on Rogers' face, "Hurry up and rest! The trolls have just noticed your arrival, and they will come to your door soon."

Mograine snorted lightly. He didn't believe Rogers' words at all. They were very careful when they came, how could they be noticed by the trolls—

"Kill!"

A loud shout came from Deadwood Village. Although it was in troll language, Mograine, who had been dealing with trolls for many years, still understood the meaning.

"Damn it! Prepare for battle!" Mograine shouted loudly, while putting on his armor. He had taken off his armor just now to rest.