At night, the excavation site of the Black Iron Dwarf roared again, and countless workers wearing black leather armor and alien slaves enslaved by the Dwarfs began to get busy, all of which were seen by the Black Stone Orc Scouts.

The dwarves carried cannons and crossbows to install them on the high ground, and ammunition and bombs were loaded in wooden boxes to dig out the defense lines outside the site.

The scouts informed Gaselzog of the news as soon as possible. Some people in the ambushed position on the orcs had already started to panic.

"They found us." An orc archer beside the governor said angrily.

"No."

Dahl stretched out his claws and grabbed the orc's neck, and said in a deterrent tone: "Don't just say these disgusting words that disturb the morale of the army, you are about to launch an attack."

"The defense lines of those dwarves are clearly facing the plains in the north. Do you think more than a hundred orcs lying ambushed on the mountain can attract their attention? You have been dealing with humans in the forest for several years. If you can't hide your whereabouts at this distance, you might as well find a way to return to the twisted void."

Even the aliens who jumped out of the twisted void, they knew what the saying "roll back to the twisted void" was between Azeroth scholars and knowledgeable people, probably a swear word that was no different from "going to hell".

"The dwarves are preparing to fight, which means that the Blood Axe Legion is at the city. General Salles is already responding to the news I brought to him. He told me that after the Dragon Legion arrives at the battle camp, he will advance the front line and finally see our signal to launch a general attack."

"It depends on what's here now, the governor."

Dahl had discussed this procedure with Garcelzog long ago. He said it at this time just to allow the soldiers of the Stone Fort to have the confidence to fight the Black Iron Dwarves in the excavation ground at the foot of the mountain. After all, from this point of view, you can't see the orc camp of the Blood Axe Legion, but the heads of those moving dwarves could see clearly. The shields and axes on their backs really put pressure on people.

Because the orc battle camp here is still in an ambush, dozens of black heads are not clearly reflected by the firelight in the excavation site at the foot of the mountain, Dahl can see the ravines, flesh and fangs on each orc's face.

These guys are so barbaric, but at the same time they stand here with a sense of fear, which makes Dahl, who has just flew out of Stormwind City, feel a strong sense of separation. Although it is full of stealing, robbery, and conspiracy, it at least maintains superficial morality and basic laws.

The tribe that accepted the evil power, the tribe that lost Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction, even the so-called honors and traditions were completely thrown away.

"We should not obey the orders of the dragon man." A orc murmured: "They treat us as servants. We can completely conquer Lakeside Town by ourselves, kill all the humans, and avenge our old chief!"

"The old chief is not dead yet, idiot!" another orc yelled in dissatisfaction.

"Pull me up and don't talk nonsense!" Gaselzog held the chatter in a rough voice. He shook the broadsword in his hand and said, "Without the support of the Black Stone Tower, we can't conquer the defense of Lakeside Town. Do you know how many soldiers there are?"

"In addition to the more than a hundred town guards in Lakeside Town, there are hundreds of soldiers stationed there in Stormwind City. Even if humans are short and thin, can you alone deal with five guys wearing metal plate armor?"

"Maybe there will be a mage in that town!"

When the orcs heard the mage, they stopped talking and their faces became dark.

The pioneers of the Black Stone clan here, even smarter guys like Gasselzog, are still changing their minds, greedy for life and fear of death.

In fact, the ones surrounding Gaselzog were already the best players in the Black Stone clan. They struggled out from the repeated alliance counterattacks and encirclements since the Orc War, and survived the decisive battle of the Black Stone Tower, and finally came here in circles.

If they were all like this, they could not imagine what other orcs were in.

In Stormwind City, Dahl saw the love of the humans for their homeland and their homeland, and their confidence and expectations for the kingdom after the victory of the war. The contrast between the two sides was so clear that he didn't know which step the Black Stone clan would take to achieve the final victory.

If Onyxia hadn't been inciting all forces that could disrupt the Storm Kingdom to make trouble in the upper class, the orc rebellion in the entire alliance and human kingdoms would have probably been mostly resolved.

"Okay, warlocks, release the signal." Garcelzog ordered to the orcs in the distance in the old gray robe: "Use your strongest ability to project the flames of your soul to the highest sky for me, so that those dwarves can see it too!"

“lok-regar!”

The Orcs were ready, and upon hearing their response, the Pioneer and the Berserkers also raised their swords and axes in their hands and looked into the direction below the mountain.

In the thick layers of smoke, the red mountain flags of the Black Stone clan seemed to sway between the ruins and hills, with armor intertwined, soldiers roaring, and even the sharp hiss of dragon men could have been sensed by the keenest orc scouts here.

"The army of Black Stone Tower, the general!" a crossbowman said excitedly: "I heard the movement of the Blood Axe Legion!"

“Start now!”

Garcelzog stood on a huge rock and waved his arms. The four orc warlocks cut the neck of a human captor, absorbed his soul and condensed it into a light blue focus. Then ignited the focus, bulging a violent soul fire and flew into the sky... like a cannon shot into the sky.

The Governor then ordered: "Let the gnolls approach in both east and west directions, my warlocks, let you learn for several months under Morgans. Now is the time to exert your strength."

After hearing the order, the warlocks raised their fists and pounded their chests, then surrounded the Sul magic circle and began to chant spells.

Dahl saw that the dark-skin pendants they were wearing began to glow, but did not send any commands or signals to the gnolls' legion surrounding the surrounding hillside. That is to say, the pendants did not communicate with the gnolls at all, and all the energy surges were introduced into the ground or dissipated into the sky.

The strangest thing is that those warlocks didn't notice this at all.

But just as Dahl was puzzled, the jackals had already begun to take steps. Their pupils, which were supposed to be white or dark brown, were flashing with shadow purple light. The purple light was not even the energy that Morgans showed when he was chanting his magic power, but a pure, primitive, and closest to the essence of the shadow.

Of course these warlocks do not feel that the spells are invalid, because to some extent, their spells are effective.

Because the order they issued had been completely taken over by the hidden existence at the bottom of the Black Rock Mountain, and the same order was issued to the jackals intact, in order to pretend that the jackals were still under the control of the orcs.
Chapter completed!