"Wait for work, aren't we going to attack the city?" Kilrog didn't understand - shouldn't the city be attacked according to the second plan, but it was also tempting to destroy those human reinforcements...... It's hard to choose!

"Attack, of course!" said Orgrim, "not only must we take this fortress, but we must also defeat the reinforcements returning from the northern end of the Sador Bridge." As long as we do these two things www.biquge.info we will basically destroy the power of the Stormgard Kingdom, which is the most militarily powerful of the human kingdoms, and the rest will be much simpler......"

"Can it be done?" said Kilrog with deep suspicion in the face of Orgrim's greedy thoughts—the fortress was definitely easy to defend and difficult to attack, it was built on a hill, and attacking the fortress itself would have to be attacked from the back, and the only gate, though open on a slightly gentler slope, was a large lake in front of it, and only a road leading to the gate stretched like a single-plank bridge into the lake, dividing the lake into two small puddles. This natural barrier already made it difficult to attack, and the orc army did not carry any siege equipment at this time.

"I want to try. Orgrim smiled slightly, "There shouldn't be any guarding power in this castle, if we can't even take such a castle, what can we do to sweep the entire continent?" Don't forget, in addition to the human alliance, there are enemies such as dwarves and elves waiting for us to eradicate them!"

"That's right, Orgrim, you haven't forgotten our agreement. An eerie tone came from behind Kilrog, and he turned to see that it was Zujin, the emperor of the forest trolls. The language of the orcs is completely different from the language of the world of Azeroth, and Zujin, who came to the door to seek an alliance at first, was completely unable to communicate with the orcs, but this troll emperor who likes to think of himself as a god does have a way, and Kilrog remembers that after Orgrim allowed Zujin to suck the soul of a dead Shadow Council orc warlock, this guy learned the orc language, of course, the tone is still a little weird.

"Zujin, you're back, how did you get it?" Orgrim didn't take Zujin's words, but frowned and asked if he had done a good job with the task he had given him.

"Okay, I've caught about fifty humans, but what I don't understand is, Orgrim, why don't you let my warriors kill them? Even under the veil, the trembling traces of Zu Jin's two huge fangs could be faintly distinguished.

Listening to Zujin's words, even the ferocious Kilrog couldn't help but start to gag in his heart - yes, when there is not enough food, the orcs will eat their own enemies to make up for the ration, but ...... Even orcs don't take pleasure in eating other humanoid creatures, and only these forest trolls can do such a cruel act.

"They're going to get what they want, Zukin. Zugin's words also disgusted Orgrim, but he didn't want to lose this ally at the moment - although the trolls didn't show any respectable strength, Zugin's broken arm regeneration made Orgrim understand that these ancient species might really be unique, not to mention that after defeating humans, Orgrim still needs to learn more about the High Elves from the trolls.

"Kilrog, do you know how to attack a castle?" Orgrim turned his attention to Kilrog.

"Yes, Revered Hammer of Destruction, we have captured Shattrath, the capital of the Draenei. There was a hint of excitement in Kilrog's one-eyed - defeating the Draenei was the greatest achievement of the orcs since they formed the tribe - of course, this was also the purpose of the tribe, although the Great Chief at that time was not Orgrim, but when attacking Shattrath, Orgrim and his friend, Durontan, the chief of the Frostwolf Clan, were also key figures, without these two people, the orcs could not break through the barrier set by the Draenei outside their city.

Shattras...... It wasn't a siege, it was just ......" with a gloomy expression on his face, and Orgrim swallowed "a massacre" back into his stomach. The battle of Shattrath, firstly, relied on the crystals sent to the door by the prophet of the Draenei people, Veron, for peace, and secondly, the Draenei did not have too strong will to resist the orcs, they had too many old, weak, women and children to be transferred, and thirdly, the ...... There was a powerful evil force that Orgrim already knew, but never dared to speak, that would control the course of the war, and Orgrim was convinced that the Draenei would not be able to escape from that force without the orcs - and that was the only way Orgrim could convince his friend Durotan and himself to let go of their guilt and self-blame.

When I remembered the battle of Shattrath, I also remembered my friend Durotan. While Ogrim's heart grieved, there was also a force that supported him to continue - Durontan's heart was not only concerned about his frostwolf clan, but also about the entire orc tribe.

Even after his exile, Durotan risked his life to tell Orgrim the truth about the evil forces that lurked behind it, and he died in a different land. Whether out of loyalty to his clan or out of duty to fulfill his old friend's last wishes, Orgrim leads the orc tribe to victory and, more importantly, to freedom.

Orgrim knew he couldn't resist the evil forces, but when he arrived in Azeroth, he found that the mysterious forces had become so weak in this new world that he killed all the members of Gul'dan's Shadow Council, and Gul'dan woke up helpless against himself.

Maybe the portal can really isolate that mysterious force - Orgrim remembered the building called the "Dark Gate", and in this new world, maybe the orcs can escape the fate of being controlled by that evil force, return to themselves, and regain their freedom - this land, this world, for the orcs, is not only the object of invasion and plunder, but also the new home they rely on for their future survival.

That's what the Draenei had in mind when they first came to the world of orcs?—Orgrim thought of his blue-skinned, goat-hoofed neighbors again. Even the name "Draenor" was known to the orcs from the Draenei. The Draenei treated the orcs peacefully, but what was the end result? With the experience of these neighbors, Orgrim did not intend to live peacefully with the natives of the land - war would happen sooner or later, and peace was nothing more than a pipe dream. Noble Durontan, if your soul is converted, you will surely become the soul of the ancestors, may you bless me and my orc tribe, in the name of the orcs, we will destroy this world, and then rebuild a new home for the orcs on the ruins!