The orcs have no way back - even if they can make it to the beach now, how many will be able to swim back to the other side? Not to mention, will these human armies on the verge of death allow them to retreat to the shore safely?

Ogrim knew he had time to escape—he was good enough to swim across the narrow sea, but Ogrim didn't want to do it at all. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this point, Orgrim had realized that his vaunted plan would not help the orcs take over the world, and that he was too eager to get rid of the evil force quickly by taking out the entire Shadow Council, disbanding the Wolf Riders, the Destroyer Blackhan's personal guard that he had killed, and unilaterally severing ties with the world of Draenor.

Orgrim thought he had enough power to sweep through Azeroth, but he didn't expect the resistance of humans and dwarves to be so stubborn.

After that, although he made an alliance with the trolls, enslaved the red dragon, and repeatedly came up with strange schemes, now, Ogrim felt that he really had no power to return to the sky.

While the Grom and Warsong clans are still around, the number of orcs left is too small to capture a continent as vast as the world of Draenor with a few orcs alone.

Orgrim didn't know if he had a chance to make a comeback with the remaining orcs, but he knew that if the orcs were to win the war, they would have to reopen the Dark Door and connect the two worlds.

But Orgrim also knew that with the opening of the Dark Gate, it was not only the armies of orcs who would return to the world of Azeroth, but also the evil and depraved force - Gul'dan would inevitably regain leadership of the Horde, and then he would ......

Orgrim could have killed Gul'dan before then, but he didn't think that the evil force would allow him to continue to rule the tribe, so it was better to be tormented by that force than to be tormented by it......

Taking a deep breath, Orgrim slowly walked down the hill he used as a temporary command platform, looking at the chaotic orc army, Orgrim gradually quickened his pace, and finally began to gallop towards the group of humans who had not yet fully recovered from the reversal of the war - rather than die in humiliation by Gul'dan, it would be better to die in this land that would become a new home for the orcs in the future!

"Abydis, what's going on?" Uther stared at the chaotic orc army in front of him.

"I don't know...... Could it be some conspiracy?" Abidis stood beside Uther with his two-handed sword, taking advantage of this precious opportunity to rest - the double exertion of holy magic and physical strength had exhausted him physically and mentally, and if it weren't for the support of the great sword, Abidis might have collapsed to the ground on both knees.

"It doesn't matter if it's a conspiracy or not, let's kill it for a while!" Saidan Dasohan suggested with a fierce look on his face, gritting his teeth.

"Aren't the red dragons accomplices of the orcs, why did they burn themselves?" asked Gavinrad, confused.

"Abydis...... Look at the red dragon's back, is there something on it?...... it seems to be" Uther frowned as he looked at the dragon that was hovering in the night sky, spitting red flames at the orcs - because the dragon had been staring at the orcs attacking, far away from the area where the Knights of the Silver Hand were in the area where humans and orcs were fighting, so Uther couldn't see it clearly, but the vague outline was enough to give birth to a ridiculous guess in his mind - he had never questioned his judgment so much - No, is that dragon......

"Yes...... His Royal Highness, Prince Arthas?" Abidis said with some uncertainty - even he himself had some doubts about the accuracy of the words, but the small figure was undoubtedly ...... Is the Prince of Arthas back? And with a dragon?

"Anyway, this is our chance! Take advantage of the moment to attack that group of orcs, and we must not let them integrate again!" Although Uther was not familiar with military affairs, he knew that what he should do at this time was not to stare at the dragon and the vague shadow on its back.

"All right, Dasohan, Gavinrad, tell everyone that the last hour has come, whether we will finally be annihilated, or whether this group of green-skinned cubs will be the last charge!" Abidis took his eyes back from the red dragon's back - it was too far away to see the situation over there, and it was more important to seize the opportunity in front of him!

"Charge, kill them!" Dassault and Abidis seemed to have softened, and he responded loudly to Abydis's words, his bloodstained two-handed greatsword glowing white again—dim, but determined.

"Charge!" Gavinrad raised his weapon—a simple, but inspiring, answer.

"Charge, charge!" all the surviving paladins mustered up their last bit of strength, their bodies and weapons glowing with white light, and let out a final roar.

"Charge, don't get contaminated with those flames!" Uther, the leader of the Silver Hand Knights, gave his own order—and a reminder, of course—that Uther, who had seen the torment of Drake, knew that the flames of the red dragon would never be touched.

"Lothar-sensei, what's going on?" asked his teacher what was going on as he stabbed his spear into the neck of an orc who was scurrying around, causing him to clutch his throat and fall to the ground in a low howl with the wind.

"Red dragons and orcs turn against each other?" Anduin Lothar said to himself, frowning tightly - even the wisest commander could not understand what was going on.

"Lothar, are we still escorting Wryon to break out?" Windsor leaned in and asked—some time ago, the Iron Horse Brotherhood had made great sacrifices to escort Wryon to the edge of the orc army's encirclement, but suddenly, a mutation occurred, and almost all the orcs began to drop their weapons and flee for their lives, leaving Wendthor and Marcus and other Iron Horse Brotherhood members at a loss.

"What else is there to break through, kill back, this battle is still fought!" Anduin Lothar decisively gave the order - he thought that this battle had already been lost, so he would rather the Iron Horse Brotherhood pay more sacrifices to escort Ureon to break through, but now that the tide of the war has been reversed, what is the breakthrough for?

"Kill, kill!" Hearing that there was no need to break through, Wryon was undoubtedly the happiest, and he brandished the weapons on his hands, intending to charge at the orcs who were running wildly on the side.