Chapter 942 Traces of the Black Orc

A month later, Masno, who was riddled with injuries, returned with the Talgaivo Knights.

The champion warrior kept silent about what happened in the ruins of Morukan, believing that the top management should not focus on the fleeing beastmen and concentrate on dealing with the upcoming challenges.

And a little transparent figure was also brought into the eyes of everyone by Masno. He strongly recommended a human officer named Yiga to be selected as a high-level candidate. His ability was enough to command the remaining troops to pay off the remaining hoofed beasts and let Bruni return. To where he is really needed.

The maid looked at the scarred Masno with a suspicious look. Phyllis did not think that a beastman's screaming shaman could cause much trouble to the dragon lord champion warrior.

With the help of Knight Tal Gaivor, he already has the natural control of the air, but why are there so many clearly visible cracks on the indestructible dragon armor.

Imrik, who made the decision, nodded in agreement and did not ask too much from Masnow. When he was about to arrive at the Eight Peaks Mountain, he had to make concessions in everything for this operation that had been planned for many years.

He signaled Masnot to go to Coster to repair the dragon armor and adjust it to good condition before taking over the command of the army.

News came from the reconnaissance team that many green-skinned riders had been spotted during the patrol. Their movements were very sneaky and unpredictable. They should be wolf cavalry led by goblins.

On the other side, the ranger responsible for penetrating into the tunnel network outside Bafeng Mountain received a piece of information that was not very good.

They found a lot of traces of rat-men's movements in the tunnels. The rocks and cracks were filled with stinky feces, tiny tooth marks and claw marks, and fragments of crudely made weapons and armor.

Belega, who had the most say on the situation in Eight Peaks Mountain, coughed twice and signaled everyone to follow his lead. Although the number of coalition forces far exceeded expectations, with magic helping to solve most of the logistical problems, there were nearly 40,000 people.

But the proud Lord of Angrond still reminded himself not to take it lightly. Even though Master Torek had returned to Iron Peak Castle, organized the Renaissance Expeditionary Force to support at any time, and attacked from the rear and killed all the greenskins, he still could not Take it lightly, hmm.

Belega explained the current situation in Bafeng Mountain and proposed a solution.

"The Eight Peaks Mountain was previously occupied by a green-skin tribe named Evil Moon. Their warlord..." Belegar muttered for a long time. It was still difficult to accurately translate the green-skin name in dwarf language. He could only give up this idea and directly Use transliteration instead.

"An orc named Gobalayagu Broken Armor has an elite orc army and several wild boar warbands. Because of their worship of Morris cloth, the orcs of the Evil Moon tribe have stronger weapons at night. Combat ability.”

"And our expulsion activities from the badlands in the west and south over the years have caused a large number of greenskins to migrate towards the World's Edge Mountains. I'm not sure whether this Gobarayagu can obtain the position of warlord in the fight, from Iron Peak Castle The information received also did not describe the matter.

But based on the habits of the greenskins, it can be judged that a warlord who can command hundreds of thousands of greenskins in Bafeng Mountain must be an extremely powerful being, and may be the one they say is the perfect one to fuck Brother Mao. "

Belega, who continued to analyze the greenskin situation, hesitated for a while, as if he had some uncertain news in his heart, and he didn't know whether to reveal it.

The Supreme King asked the fool to explain quickly that he had not wasted so much effort just to travel to Bafeng Mountain.

After muttering a few words of dissatisfaction with the High King, Belegar explained a possible change in the Eight Peaks.

"According to Kazador's intelligence, some orcs from the Dark Lands intervened in the conflict in the World's Edge Mountains. The scouting rangers described them as stronger and larger than normal orcs, but the strangest thing..."

Belegar wrapped his short hand around the back of his head, obviously confused by the ranger's evaluation, "These orcs have a high degree of organizational discipline, and can often fight with greenskins several times more numerous than themselves on battlefields with few people. One escaped.”

Dwarves are extremely good at dealing with green skins. Thousands of years of dark history have taught them a truth.

The efficiency of defeating the greenskins head-on is extremely low. As long as the battle situation is at a disadvantage, in addition to the troops led by the warlord himself, a large number of boys involved in the fight will choose to run away, making it difficult to cause serious damage.

After all, with the weird racial habits of the green-skinned people, as long as their numbers gather to a certain level, another boy with similar strength to the dead warlord will appear soon.

The upper limit of this strength depends on the number. In the Bafeng Mountain, where there are at least 300,000 greenskins, Belega can't imagine how strong the warlord is.

Imric, who had no say in the green skin, suddenly interrupted and asked Belegar, "Does the orc you are talking about have darker skin than ordinary orcs, showing a dark green color?"

Belegar nodded in agreement. Although he felt strange about the disciplined orcs, the news from Iron Peak Castle showed that the number of these orcs was very small and not enough to pose a threat.

Imric frowned, were they black orcs... Unexpectedly, they were caught up in the era when the Chaos dwarves lost control over their slaves.

Noticing the elf's serious expression, Thorgrim asked Pointy Ear to express his worries. He would not be as friendly to Caledor as Belegar.

Rubbing his eyebrows, Imric expressed a concern: "You need to pay more attention to the movements of these black orcs. If Dwarf Duozi does not want to go back to the years of hard fighting with the greenskins, it is best to arrange manpower in the world's edge mountains and dark places. It would be best for someone like a butcher who is not afraid of death to deal with it exclusively, and let your chaotic cousins ​​bear the trouble alone."

"What do you mean?" Thorgreen made a bold guess. It is well known that Chaos Dwarfs capture slaves just to meet the insatiable demand for jobs in the factory. If the power of Chaos in the Dark Land is not too strong, they will definitely be able to fight with the undead. The mage has good connections, allowing a frame of skeleton that never tires to replace fragile flesh.

“The Black Orcs are war machines carefully cultivated by the Chaos Dwarves. After hundreds of years of training and improvement, they have become uncontrollable even by the Chaos Dwarves.

Needless to say, you should also know how troublesome these highly disciplined and organized black orcs are with the dwarves' pursuit of perfect craftsmanship. "

This warning temporarily cooled down the atmosphere, but recalling the smooth journey, Imric's somewhat nervous mentality relaxed a little. Even if Grimgor Ironhide, the incarnation of the wind of beasts, came in person, he was confident. Cut off the head with a missing tooth.

"But there is no need to worry too much. If such a huge army cannot win, seizing Bafeng Mountain will undoubtedly become a fantasy.

We need to reach Valaya's Sadness as soon as possible, find a camping location, deliver logistical supplies, and capture the Titan Gate! "(End of chapter)