Capítulo 318: Chapter 318: Whose Victory? (Continued)
Through the Demon Soul, Zuluhed was able to suppress Alexstrasza and use her as a bargaining chip to threaten the entire Red Dragonflight.
The red dragons had no choice but to submit, as the Red Dragon Queen was the source of their proliferation and strength. Without the life blessing of the Red Dragon Queen, no young dragon could grow into a true dragon.
Even if they were angry!
Even if they were unwilling!
One by one, the red dragons flew into Grim Batol Fortress, treated by the orcs like pack horses, rudely fitted with saddle-like riding gear, and turned into orc mounts.
Zuluhed was very clear that the failure to attack the Thandol Span was definitely an unrepeatable accident. Those elusive high elf rangers, probably not even five could be found throughout Quel'Thalas. Yet they happened to encounter two.
What was worse was that incredible style of fighting. Even to this moment, Zuluhed felt like he was living in a nightmare.
This failure was a foregone conclusion.
Zuluhed was convinced that the Horde needed more red dragon riders. He didn't believe that the high-speed soaring red dragons could encounter that strange combination wherever they went.
Alexstrasza screamed loudly, "Zuluhed, I will kill you, I will kill every green-skinned orc. I swear! I will."
While laughing coldly, and watching the Guardian of the Demon Soul press the Red Dragon Queen's face against the cold ground, Zuluhed laughed wildly, "Hahaha! Perhaps there will be such a day, but before that day, you obediently be a slave to the Horde! Come, call them, let our red darlings come back."
Zuluhed raised his hand, and Nekros behind him increased the power output of the Demon Soul. Nekros and Alexstrasza showed painful expressions together. The Demon Soul was not a gentle power, and the price of controlling it was one's own life force.
Nekros didn't care, his life was a picked-up one. In the battle with the Draenei, he lost a leg. He didn't die with an enemy like other proud orcs, so he was looked down upon by other orcs, and after surviving, he didn't cherish his own life even more.
He gave the greatest pain that the evil artifact could inflict to the Red Dragon Queen.
Then, what Zuluhed got was a chilling laugh.
"Hahaha! They are free, I don't know what happened to them, but they are no longer bound by me!" The Red Dragon Queen laughed uncontrollably.
"What!? What's going on? Speak!"
Under the suppression of the artifact from the source of dragon power, Zuluhed received a very unfavorable news. Those runaway red dragons can't come back, and they didn't die.
"No, I must report to the Warchief."
Zuluhed almost ran to Orgrim in a panic, explaining everything in the attitude of a sinner.
"Forgive me, Warchief, I have failed you! I neither successfully covered the transport fleet, nor prevented the loss of a large number of red dragons..."
Orgrim gritted his teeth, as if in pain, but in the end, he did not unleash his wrath.
"Fate..." Orgrim's voice was low, he spoke slowly: "Zuluhed, do you believe in fate? Do you think the most powerful shaman can peek into the direction of fate? If you can really foresee the future, what price must be paid?"
Orgrim asked three seemingly irrelevant questions, which made Zuluhed a little stunned.
But he quickly answered, "Fate does exist. It's not just shamans who can peek into the direction of fate. As for the price... Kilrogg Deadeye is a good example."
Orgrim slapped his chest, "The orcs have strayed from the path of the shaman, and fate no longer reveals its course to the orcs. On the contrary, our enemies seem to be very good at this. I once thought that this was a simple and beyond orc wisdom scheme. But when I found out that all my premeditated plans were seen through, I was secretly terrified for a long time. Finally, I woke up."
"Woke up?"
"Yes! My opponent - that Duke Markus can obviously peek into the flow of the river of fate. So only when I don't even know what to do next, can I avoid the arrangement of this terrible enemy."
Zuluhed was secretly surprised, which was tantamount to his own Warchief admitting that the human Duke was superior to the Prophet.
Orgrim took Zuluhed to a cliff in the northeast of the Wetlands, where the scene stunned Zuluhed.
"The simplicity and directness of the orcs have accomplished this miracle. And I just ordered my subordinates to find a way to cross the sea no matter what."
Zuluhed saw that 'method': perhaps because the Warchief happened to be near the cliff that divided the southern and northern continents when he said this. Those guys who couldn't think around corners actually spent an entire winter carving a slope on the icy, hard cliff that was dozens of meters high, extending from the plateau all the way to the seaside.
It was a huge slope, 50 meters wide, enough to lift the largest transport ship from the Wetlands to the beach. And it was less than five kilometers away from that damned strait.
Yes, it was this 'method' that the Warchief himself was not very clear about the actual situation, that created a more profound chain of plans.
Whether it was the small and medium-sized clans attacking Southshore head-on, the transport ships and the Red Dragon Legion trying to cross the strait and the Thandol Span, or the 200,000 Horde army that would arrive at the Southshore coast for a frontal attack in two days, all of them became a cover for this elite Horde led by Orgrim himself.
Tonight, these 50,000 elite orcs will cross this natural barrier that has blocked the Horde for more than half a year in one night.
"Warchief, you are indeed the strongest!" Zuluhed praised sincerely from his heart.
"After I leave, the Wetlands Horde is handed over to you. You have to maintain enough pressure on the Alliance. Especially your Red Dragon Riders, don't just attack one place. There aren't many of that level of experts in the Alliance." As if recalling something, Orgrim added, "Last time, it was also these two elves against Grom Hellscream, right? Then think about it, how many Grom Hellscreams do we have in our Horde!?"
Hearing this, Zuluhed's eyes were filled with surging confidence again.
Orgrim punched Zuluhed in the chest, and Zuluhed was not panicked at all, but surprised. Because this represented the Warchief's trust.
It's all up to you.
That's what the Warchief meant.
Watching Orgrim carry his famous Doomhammer and disappear into the night on the beach with his army, Zuluhed's heart was filled with passion.
At this moment, Duke was surrounded by a large group of red dragons with golden vertical pupils...
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