"While scouting the main force of the orcs, we can also look for fragments of runestones in their camp!"
This is Galen's real purpose. When Orgrim sees the attacks on the high elves falter, he will definitely not waste time here. His own Minister of the Dark Affairs Department, Grey, has already sent the latest news from Alterac. They are secretly contacting the Horde. With Orgrim's wisdom, he will understand how to choose.
And once Orgrim leaves, Galen is determined to get the Storm Altar. His own army is more than capable of defending against Orgrim's main force, but not enough to attack. However, Galen dares to face a deceptive feint head-on.
"Runestone fragments?"
As for the Windrunner family, they have practiced archery, close combat, and forest guerrilla warfare for generations. As for arcane magic, they only learn some spells that can enhance arrows. They are not interested in profound magical knowledge, so Sylvanas is very puzzled as to why Galen wants to find runestone fragments.
"Remember those two-headed ogre mages from before?" Galen explained: "They were originally ordinary ogres, at most just strong laborers and slaves, but with Gul'dan the warlock, he can use some secret techniques from their world's ogre empire to transform ogres into two-headed ogre mages. I have also recruited some ogres under my command, and I want to refer to this secret technique!"
Galen didn't hide anything from Sylvanas, nor was there any need to hide anything. As the saying goes, more sincerity, less tricks.
"Then you must be careful of them, lest they betray you after their strength increases!" Sylvanas was a little worried. After all, ogres do not belong to Azeroth. They are invaders along with the orcs.
"Don't worry, Sylvanas, with me here, they won't be able to cause any trouble!" A mere few hundred ogres, if they dare to resist, with a million people and an army of over 300,000 under his command, he can crush them in minutes and turn them into experience!
Seeing Galen full of confidence, Sylvanas said nothing more, turned and left to arrange for elite scouts to scout the orcs' movements!
"Gul'dan! Why are your people doing nothing!" In the territory of the Amani, Orgrim was mobilizing the entire army, but Gul'dan was watching from the sidelines without any movement. His Stormreaver clan hadn't even shown up, but Teron Gorefiend had already prepared the remaining death knights and was waiting for the order to depart.
"Warchief, I want to stay here with my clan for a while longer. The transformation of the Storm Altar is not completely finished yet. You have already seen the strength of the two-headed ogre mages. They are very useful to the Horde!" Gul'dan stated his request.
Orgrim was instinctively wary. He treated every request from Gul'dan as a conspiracy to be pondered. He still didn't trust this evil warlock, but he had to admit that those two-headed ogre mages who wielded large wooden clubs and could also use fire in battle did play a huge role in the battle. If it weren't for the high elves' damned magic barrier, those slender and weak humanoids would be vulnerable!
"You only have half a month!" Orgrim stared at Gul'dan intently. "After half a month, you must catch up with us. I need to concentrate all my forces to quickly capture Lordaeron!"
"No problem, Warchief, I won't delay for too long! There are not many ogres left that need to be converted."
Gul'dan's flattering smile did not move Orgrim, and at the same time, it disgusted him quite a bit.
"Do you have a way to break those magic barriers or deplete them?" Orgrim had a very poor impression of the turtle shell-like magic barrier. The high elves were stubbornly defending and wouldn't come out. He was afraid of being attacked from both sides if he bypassed them to attack Silvermoon City, which disgusted him!
"I've tried it. This source of magic called the Sunwell is very powerful. They are all over this land, providing ample energy for the magic barrier."
Such a powerful force was in front of him but did not match him. Gul'dan was also quite helpless to return empty-handed after entering a treasure mountain.
"I have no way, this energy is completely different from elemental power and fel energy, I can't touch it."
Orgrim was not giving up. If the high elves were not destroyed, they would be a strong ally of the humans. Although their close combat melee was weak, if the humans stood in front of them to give them a good output environment, the earth-shattering spells would cause huge casualties to the Horde's soldiers.
"Can you use that Storm Altar to break this magic barrier!" Orgrim then put forward his idea.
"This is also one of the reasons why I need to stay for a while." Gul'dan smiled. He was a little proud. "The energy of the runestones also comes from the Sunwell. If I use this connection to transmit my magic to the Sunwell, I might be able to destroy it or take its energy!"
This sentence instead made Orgrim more vigilant. He didn't want such a powerful force to fall into Gul'dan's hands, but this was just his attempt, and it was not certain whether it would succeed.
"Do your best, but remember, half a month!" He reminded Gul'dan again, he didn't want this old thing to play tricks. "The high elves are just a secondary target. Zul'jin said that they have only had a few hundred thousand people for thousands of years. They are not the primary enemy for the Horde, and the trolls are enough to contain them."
It was rare for Orgrim to say so much to Gul'dan, because he was confident that as long as he was strong enough, he would not be afraid of Gul'dan turning against him and taking back the Horde's power.
But he miscalculated. The position of Horde Warchief was not Gul'dan's goal. He was already preparing to run away to the Tomb of Sargeras to seize even greater power. For someone who harbored betrayal, either kill him directly, or keep him by your side and keep a close eye on him until he has exhausted his value.
Obviously, Orgrim didn't think of this.
At this time, one of Orgrim's adjutants, Zuluhed, walked over.
"Warchief, for some reason, those dragons had a commotion before. It took me and my warriors a lot of effort to suppress them!"
Zuluhed didn't know why, and didn't find out that the reason for the red dragon's commotion was a magical letter written in the dragon language, which self-destructed after the red dragon queen's ancient mate, Tyranastrasz, read it.
Orgrim nodded to show that he knew. He asked Gul'dan to leave first, and then said to Zuluhed: "You stay here and watch Gul'dan. If he can't break the barrier, then forget it, and bring your dragons and Gul'dan's men to join us!"
"Remember, make sure Gul'dan is within your line of sight!" Orgrim emphasized again!
"Guarantee to complete the mission! Warchief!"
The old shaman was full of confidence!