Stomp, stomp, stomp!!
At that moment, a troll quickly ran over.
"Clan Leader Bagath!" The troll was somewhat breathless.
Upon seeing his subordinate, Bagath immediately brightened up.
Without any hesitation, he asked: "Well, what did the orcs say? If they don't help us, the undead will be attacking them next."
The trolls had already been pushed to the point of no return.
Thinking of the Coldwind Range on the same mountain, Bagath had sent people to contact the orcs.
The return of his subordinate at this moment was right on time.
As the enemy of all living creatures, Bagath was quite sure that the orcs would agree to unite with the trolls to resist the undead.
After all, once the Bloody Range was gone, the Coldwind Range would be next.
At present, the Undead had not launched an attack. If the orcs agreed to unite, there might still be a chance for the whole army to escape.
To join forces with the orcs of the Coldwind Range.
The subordinate troll then gasped heavily twice.
