The orcs are still in a relatively primitive clan alliance at nature, and the various groups gathered by blood and migration history are gathered under a strong leader, which is now the tribe that is now talked about. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But there are two sides to everything, although the fierce orcs can burst out with great power when they are under a very strong leader, but if the tribes with blood as the only link are not suppressed by a strong chieftain, then the so-called tribe in front of them will fall apart in an instant.

However, this is not the reason why Arthas insists on raiding Orgrim, at least not all of them.

Ogrim was able to defeat the black hand and suppress Guldan, although there was a reason for the timing and his own scheme, but the leader of the tribe was able to fight, and Orgrim was able to get down and stay in this position, and his own strength was also really impressive, and now in the army, even if Uther was really at his peak and his strength reached the superhuman level, it was impossible to kill one of them in the formation, and I am afraid that the biggest effect was to scare the other party.

And just a scare, it's enough.

Because Arthas never thought that the one standing across from him was really the Hammer of Doom.

As mentioned earlier, Orgrim is a cunning tyrant who combines the prowess of orcs with the cunning of intelligent creatures. He was able to use a conspiracy that might damage his position to rebel against the kingdom of Alterac when the tribe was dominant, and he did not hesitate to go against the current to attack Kelldaron after defeat, which can be described as both prudence and courage, and often under the shell of courage and adventure, what is hidden is the core of his true cunning.

Therefore, against the Hammer of Doom, you can't follow his rhythm, and if he brings it into his own rhythm, then no matter how hard you struggle, you can't escape the embarrassment of regional disadvantage. As for how to get out of the rhythm of the other party, although Arthas does not think that he is an outstanding general, but with years of experience, he can be regarded as having figured out a little way: that is, starting with the most urgent needs of the other party.

No matter what kind of strategy and tactics must have their own purpose, whether it is to kill and injure the enemy, replenish the source of troops, open up supply routes, attack cities and conquer cities, or simply plunder, as long as this purpose is grasped, then all the opponent's false tricks will have nothing to hide. For now, Orgrim's purpose is undoubtedly only one, which is the forest trolls who are still playing sit-down warfare with the High Elves.

The orcs are strong but the army is barely replenished, and the human alliance is weak but has a variety of fortresses to rely on. If Orgrim was just going to plunder Nature, but this guy was clearly not satisfied with that, and wanted to destroy the Alliance once and for all, then the combined army of orcs and ogres, which now seemed to be strong, would be overstretched. In order not to sacrifice his people too much, and to be able to thrive in this fertile land after the war, Orgrim naturally wanted to unite with his enemies, the forest trolls, to replenish his ranks. However, the forest trolls are not stupid, and it is impossible for Orgrim to agree to join as soon as he speaks, so in addition to the deep hatred between the trolls and the Alliance, and the common interest of both parties to enjoy this world, Ogrim must also hand over a vote.

"So, Orgrim's true form is certainly not here, or even his true elite is not here, but in another place," Arthas and Uther explained, "the kingdom of the High Elves, Quel'Thalas." ”

For forest trolls, the best name is undoubtedly the head of the High Elves. Therefore, Orgrim is definitely taking his elite to kill in the forest of Quel'Thalas, instead of wasting time playing against a Stratholme who is almost defenseless.

So, Orgrim isn't here. And if all this is exposed, then Orgrim, who is not standing on the battlefield with the people of the tribe, will definitely suffer a great blow in prestige. Even if it is not enough to disintegrate the current tribe, it can greatly delay the pace of the opponent's attack. No matter how you look at it, it's a gain worth the risk.

After all, Uther is also a veteran of the war, after Arthas's reminder, he was only slightly puzzled, then figured out the context, nodded at Arthas, and then said: "Indeed, if Orgrim's first target is Stratholme, there is no reason why he should not take this place directly, but wait below." In that case, it's a good idea to give it a try! ”

At that moment, Uther, with the help of his squire, stepped onto his horse and placed Arthas in front of him, wrapping him in a piece of Mithril armor.

"Arthas, we're about to go on an adventure like never before, are you afraid?"

"Of course not, Uther."

Arthas's bright eyes were open, and there was no hypocrisy in them, only anticipation and excitement, which made Uther happy to see all this, and at the same time there was a spirit in his heart that he had never felt before, so that he who was already middle-aged also had a feeling of youthful enthusiasm.

"So, let's take this adventure to the end! Open the door! ”

At the sound of the order, the gates of Stratholme burst open, and Uther's horse neighed, then spread its hooves and charged straight towards the orc formation. Under the protection of the Holy Light, the two riders were like an arrow of Holy Light, unstoppable along the way, whether it was the body of the orc or the obstacles that blocked it, they were all shattered by powerful force in an instant. In the blink of an eye, the orc army was clearly divided into two sides, and from the sky it looked like sliced cheese, and behind the blade of light was a path paved with orc blood and wreckage, and at the end of that path was the orc chieftain who seemed to be a little stunned by the death-seeking charge.

"Suffer death! Hammer of Doom! ”

With the thunderous shouts of Uther, the silver warhammer was raised high, and then thundered down, with the combined effect of horsepower and holy light, even if Orgrim himself was there, it would be difficult to resist the blow of this earth-splitting landslide. And the orc chief in front of him only had time to draw his weapon and hurriedly block in front of him. Then there was a loud bang, and the horses in the middle of the charge let out a painful neigh, and under the blow of the two great forces, their muscles and bones were broken, and their blood burst all over, and they collapsed to the ground in a puddle of mud. And the orc chief even retreated again and again, and even tripped over his chair, and rolled in embarrassment, before he stood up and looked at Uther, who had fallen to the ground with Arthas in his arms.

"Click...... Choke ......"

The helmet that had rested over the orc chieftain's head had only now split in half, falling from his shoulders and rolling away on the ground with a clatter. And even though the blood on his forehead had flowed down the curve of his face to his jaw, the resolute-faced orc in front of him was still unmoved, only clenched the battle axe in his hand, and looked vigilantly at the besieged but still brilliant paladin in front of him.

The battlefield fell silent for a moment.

"Bloody Roar...... You are, Gromash Hellroar of the Warsong Clan. ”

Arthas was right, Orgrim wasn't here, and his elite wasn't here, but that elite didn't include the loyal Warsong clan. In other words, Orgrim simply took away the elite he could control but didn't trust enough, and left his most loyal companions, as well as his friends Gromash and his Warsong Clan, here to control the battlefield of Stratholme, and at the same time, to use his prestige to stabilize the remaining orc tribes when the empty city plan was exposed, so as not to be destroyed by the alliance with a single blow.

"I've heard of you, Uther," said the Gromash urn, whose skin had been polluted green by evil energy, "but I didn't expect you to take a child into battle. ”

"Don't underestimate the child, you green fellow," cried Arthas, like a real child, "don't believe me, which of us can fight better!" ”

"Hehe, I don't bully children," Grommash himself is not a gentleman, but Orgrim has never admired the barbaric policy of the Black Hand era, which made killing everything, and as his friend, Gromash was naturally deeply affected, "You are very smart, Uther, and know that I will send you back." But the kindness of the tribe is only for one time, and next time, I will not let you go. ”

Gromash didn't want to do this, even if he didn't bully the children, it wasn't a reason to let Uther go, but he had a more important responsibility on his shoulders than the fight in front of him—the responsibility of stabilizing the other tribes.

"Even if you try to stop me, these orcs may not be able to do it, Gromash," Uther said with a sneer, as if seeing through everything, "I just wanted to have a real battle with the great chief of the tribe, but I didn't expect that my challenge was dodged by the other party. ”

Uther shook his head, as if he really felt sorry for it, but it also made Gromash gnash gnash his teeth in anger.

"Well, there's nothing more to say, a coward who avoids a fight is not worth my life." Uther turned away, ignoring Grommash who was still holding a battle axe, and said in the loudest voice, "It's a pity, warriors of the tribe, that you are a coward...... Hahaha......"

Then, as if the orcs around him were nothing, he held his head high, as if he were a general reviewing his captives, rather than a lonely man besieged, and strode away.

Looking at Uther's back, Gromash clenched his tomahawk several times, but he couldn't do it. He just stared at the tall figure hatefully, and then looked around at the warsong tribal orcs who had also not moved, as well as the various tribes that were obviously greatly shaken, and could only sigh.

"Withdraw!"

Then, in an extremely tired voice, the order to retreat was given.