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  These elf civilians were full of complaints when they were forcibly taken to the safe rear, and even had some conflicts with the far travelers left in the territory by Charlemagne.

  However, when they heard the rumors that the orcs burned, killed and destroyed all the way, these elves calmed down in an instant. Some people still looked scared. Thinking about what would have happened if they hadn\'t left the village, they felt terrible.

   "Sure enough, these orcs who have a strong desire to destroy and can\'t control themselves will completely destroy the villages along the way even if there is nothing in the village."

Charlemagne frowned deeply after hearing Aurelia\'s report. The Fengxing Village, Golden Mist Village, Andalos Village, and Underlight Village along the west road were all destroyed. ruins.

Even the Sun Coron Village in the east suffered some damage...but most of this was done by the retreating Amani trolls to vent their anger. According to the report of the mage from the Tower of Morning Star, this group of defeated trolls died after crossing the Arendal Lake. Completely hid in the eastern mountains.

  Charlemagne waved his hand and said with a look of disgust, "The group of Amani trolls don\'t care about them for the time being. It\'s too late for them to escape back with a little force to defend Zul\'Aman. These rats will definitely not dare to come out to make trouble."

   "After the orc war, I will make arrangements to completely eliminate these trolls. Now let\'s think about the resettlement of the villagers."

Alleria nodded, she was not interested in the group of bereaved dogs, "Because the copperbeard dwarves are constantly besieged, there is no time to burn new cement, so the rebuilding of the village will be much slower. There is no loss, and the villagers began to spontaneously return to the old site of the village to build their own houses."

  Although the elven army suffered some minor losses in this war, at least the civilians did not suffer large casualties. After all, the fertility rate of the high elves... can\'t afford to die!

   "Well, next, we just need to provide them with the materials, food and other logistics materials issued by the high-level. Let them build their own houses. By the way, how is your Fengxing Village?"

  Sirvanas, who was sitting on the side and swinging a pair of big white legs, interjected, "The clansmen have been sent back to rebuild. Fortunately, the Tower of the Windrunner was not damaged. It won\'t take much time to build a village alone."

  Vereesa put down her snow-white thighs a little unhappy when she saw the second sister\'s indecent posture.

   "Second Sister! How do you look like this? My mother told us to sit properly since we were young!"

   Cirvanas frowned, and looked at Charlemagne playfully, "Oh? Really? But it seems that some people like to look at legs."

   Alleria and Vereesa\'s weird eyes focused on Charlemagne, and even Valeira covered her mouth and secretly laughed.

   "Ahem... what do you mean, do you think I\'m that kind of person? Let\'s get on with the business..."

   "Changed the topic."

   "Well, it\'s off topic."

   "Cut, you gutless guy!"

  The appearance of the three sisters huddled together and "whispering" each other made Charlemagne\'s eyebrows twitch a little, and the pityful eyes of Valeira and Lisson made him feel even more furious.

   "Okay! Go and act for me, so what\'s going on with the druid restoration!"

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  When Charlemagne was being teased in various ways in the country, Turalyon had gathered the infantry he had left behind, and continued to pursue the whereabouts of the tribe under the tracking skills of Halduron and other rangers.

   "General Tulayan, something is wrong."

  Halduron found Turalyon thoughtfully after hearing the report from his ranger.

   "Something\'s wrong? Did you discover the tribe?"

Halduron shook his head solemnly, "On the contrary, the clues of the tribe we are looking for are becoming less and less, and judging from the traces of their march, these orcs seem to have never stopped to recuperate except for looting food. My plan is still to adopt a rapid march all the way."

  Tulayang opened his mouth wide, "March in a hurry? But isn\'t their warchief seriously injured... Wait, could it be!"

  Turalyon hurriedly walked to the edge of the map, "General Halduron, please help point out the tribe\'s marching route on the map!"

Halduron knew what Turalyon had thought, walked to the map and stretched out his hand to gesture for him, "First of all, this is here. After the Horde left Quel\'Thalas, they first passed the Quel\'rinth hut. Some high elves staying here The Ranger saw their tracks."

   Immediately afterwards, his finger moved down to the left, "Then they crossed the Sodoril River and walked along the shore of Dalomere Lake to return to the vicinity of Kel Darrow, and finally we are here."

  Halduron\'s hand crossed a large forest area to Chillwind Hill where they are now.

   "Judging from their whereabouts, the tribe should continue to climb the mountains to the west and enter the territory of the Kingdom of Alterac. If my prediction is not bad..."

   "Lordaeron... But it doesn\'t make sense. Alterac is guarded by the famous general Hass. It shouldn\'t be that easy for the Horde to go there. I haven\'t received a call for help from General Hass recently."

Turalyon frowned and looked at the area between Icewind Hill and Steinbrad Town. Since General Haas returned to defend the country, not even a fly could fly here. Orgrim is now on his way with injuries. How could those thousands of tribal troops easily break through the defense of General Hass.

  Turayang had some bad premonitions in his heart. Having fought against Orgrim many times, he knew that this great chief was not as brave as other orcs. Since he took this step, he must have something in hand.

   "There is no time to delay, let\'s go directly to Steinbrad, and ask General Haas about the specific situation when we arrive in Alterac."

"yes!"

  ‘I hope it’s not what I guessed, otherwise Lordaeron will be in danger. \'

  Turalyon walked back and forth in the tent with his hands folded after Halduron retreated. He didn\'t want to believe his guess, but if it was what he thought...

  ‘Let’s inform the commander-in-chief Lothar first, so that he can prepare in advance. \'

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   On the southeast battlefield of Hillsbrad, Lothar frowned tightly when he received the information from the Griffin Knights sent by Turayan.

  Although he was also unwilling to believe Turayang\'s prediction, but thinking of King Aiden\'s various weird behaviors recently, Lothar suddenly began to feel uneasy.

   "Uther, when was the last time you received a report from Haas?"

Uther heard the words and thought about it carefully, "It was probably 5 days ago, but there was nothing unusual about the routine report, but the patrol report and food supplies that were supposed to be submitted yesterday have not been delivered. I don\'t know if there is something wrong. Things are delayed."

  Lothar\'s complexion changed, "Not good! Let\'s send troops to Alterac immediately, I\'m afraid King Aiden has betrayed the alliance!"

"What!?"