Orgrim's plan was nothing more than a strong man's broken wrist.

"The faster you move, the safer we are. Blow up that wall, and humanity will panic and go to Arathi to make trouble, and the more you move, the more chances we have to escape. ”

Although Thrall felt that Orgrim was hiding something, it felt like the plan was doable.

Without escaping the Alliance's sphere of influence and escaping from the encirclement of humans, orcs have no future.

So Thrall led the liberated orcs on a difficult long march.

Orgrim, on the other hand, is trapped in Dunhold with a bunch of old things.

When Orgrim did shut down the gates, the old orcs who hated him for spitting on him bowed their heads once more, knelt down in front of him, and respectfully called him "Great Chief".

Orcs are never afraid of death, and when Orgrim convinces them with the future of the next generation, more than 8,000 orcs who are entering the aging stage have stepped forward.

The kids can't be dragged down.

It doesn't matter if you can do something for the children.

The defeated orcs who lost their dignity and freedom were left with only racial kinship.

And so, Orgrim succeeded.

The person who knows you best will always be your enemy.

A worn-out battle flag, Carlos pressed down in the posture of a lion fighting a rabbit.

"A large group of orcs left Dunhold Castle and headed in the direction of Hinterland."

"Divide a cavalry team to closely inspect the Hinterland Mountain Road, and send another 5,000 men to defend Hinterland, and be sure to block the orcs in the mountains."

"Yes."

"Also...... Forget it, order the cavalry units south of Soladin's Wall to stand still. ”

"Yes."

Originally, Carlos wanted the cavalry on the Arathi Plateau to go north to search the mountainous terrain for small orcs to cross the border.

But on second thought, they still had to consider the attitude of Riptide Castle, and there was no need to do so, so they changed their minds and let them continue to defend the gates of Thoradin.

As his anger subsided and the influence of the moon god returned, Carlos unconsciously began to subconsciously think about the issue of the water orcs.

As agreed with Orgrim, Carlos delayed the attack for two days, and the orcs did not harm the lives of the 3,000 defenders of Dunhold Castle.

So Carlos prepared for five days on the grounds of annihilating the orcs, and then led his army to besiege Dunhold Castle with the posture of the top of Mount Hyjal.

Leave no room for life.

Carlos thought there were at least 30,000 orcs in the castle.

But the battle began at dawn, the sun had not yet set, and the orcs were already showing signs of defeat.

It's not that orcs aren't good at war.

On the contrary, the orcs with their undying tactics and excellent coordination posed a great obstacle to Carlos's army.

"Your Majesty, they blocked the city gates, and our blasting was not successful."

"How long will it take to collapse the walls?"

"We have a lot of explosives on hand, but it takes at least three days to assemble the kind of large trebuchet you want."

"Send people to dig tunnels at night to blow up the city walls."

"Yes."

With Carlos' order, the day's battle was practically over.

Orgrim counted the number of people after the human army retreated, and there were less than 3,000 of the 8,000 veterans left.

"We're all old......"

The orcs who stayed behind were all voluntary.

The living orcs sang loudly around the campfire, remembering the wind and snow of Draenor, and calmly welcoming tomorrow's death.

Such a gesture made Carlos dispel the idea of a night attack.

So on the second day, the walls were blown open several times.

"Great Chief, what should I do? There are too few of us to hold so many gaps! ”

"Pull the human captives to the gag."

"Okay!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Orgrim broke the contract.

"That slut!"

When Spartacus saw this, he hated it so much that his gums bit blood.

But just as Carlos was about to ignore the lives of his captives and launch a strong attack, the orcs cast the captives.

There are not many of them, a total of three gaps that cannot be filled, and a gap of 100 people.

Immediately after the captives were cast, a new batch of captives was pulled to plug the gap.

In this way, relying on three thousand human captives, Orgrim survived until the sun went down.

But it was impossible to rely on more than a thousand old and exhausted orc warriors to continue guarding Dunhold Castle.

I can't even hold it tonight.

Humanity has an army of 50,000 and plenty of troops to rotate around, while Orgrim has none.

So he stood on the wall before the sun went down. ”

"Carlos. Barov, I'm going to fight you! I'm Orgrim, the Great Chief of the Tribe, your nightmare! ”

Carlos, who was already thinking about having the soldiers build a campfire and prepare for the night battle, was stunned when he heard the news brought by the herald.

He had no idea that Orgrim would be at Dunhold Castle instead of leading the orcs into the mountains.

It doesn't make sense.

Unlike other orcs, Orgrim is one of the few orcs in that he is a rare strategist, conspirator, or even a politician.

In his forties, although his health began to decline, his wisdom and strategy were at their peak.

How could such an orc with such an extremely important status defend Dunhold Castle?!

Carlos sensed something was wrong.

But this glory, no one else but him is eligible to receive it.

"Take my weapons and armor, and prepare them for my horses."

While Carlos ordered his attendants to prepare, he turned to the senior generals beside him and said, "For Anduin. Lothar. ”

"For Sir Lothar."

By Terenus. There are two totems erected by Minecil II.

A man named Anduin. Lothar, all the people of Lordaeron, should remember Sir for his dedication to freedom and survival.

The other is named Carlos. Barov, the Union should not forget the fearless sacrifice he made at the Dark Gate.

However, Carlos came back alive.

So he could only take Anduin. Lothar held high.

At such times, any agitation and speeches are nothing more than lame boasting, and there is no need to say more, a slogan is enough.

In no more than twenty minutes, the general raised the flag, the school officer led the horse, the king wore battle armor, the commander held the sharp sword, and Carlos Barov was already standing at the main gate of Dunhold Castle, which had been sealed.

The sun was sinking in the west, and there was still more than an hour before it got dark, and Ogrim pondered what kind of verbal confrontation he could use to get Carlos. Barov agreed to a duel again tomorrow.

In this way, they stood silently for several minutes, and under the embellishment of gunsmoke and flames, Carlos and Orgrim looked at each other from a distance of more than fifty yards, and the only sound was the howling of the wind.

At this moment, there was a roar in the mountains in the distance, like the sound of angry waves crashing on the shore on a stormy night.

Low, depressing, and containing surging power.

Orgrim smiled at the old fellows beside him.

Don't think about the rhetoric anymore.

A basket carrying Orgrim slowly landed on the wall.

Carlos didn't know what was going on with the voice, but it must not be a good thing.

So he turned and dismounted, and walked towards Orgrim.

Let's end this duel quickly, Carlos found himself very concerned about the roar just now, and even a little uneasy.

"Long time no see."

After two days of fighting, Orgrim had already screamed through his throat, and his voice was very hoarse and ugly, like the sound of two pieces of sandpaper rubbing.

"Begin, the last Great Chief of the Tribe."

Carlos unleashed his sword and drew his blade.

"Hahahaha, a king, my pleasure."

Although he understood, he didn't quite understand what it meant, so Carlos reined in his mind and attacked.

Ogrim, who was already exhausted, simply did not have the ability to engage in a duel that carried victory and honor, so he gave up victory and chose only honor.

Only attack but not defend, life for life.

It's a pity that Carlos is stronger and younger after all.

Out of revenge, Carlos left the same wounds on Orgrim's body as Sir Lothar.

As the blood burst out of his body, Orgrim's life force ran out at a rapid pace.

He was no longer able to wield a tomahawk, and could only support his body with a pestle on the ground.

Carlos rested the blade of his sword on Orgrim's neck, feeling strangely calm.

"The age of the tribe is over."

Orgrim's pupils had begun to dilate, and Carlos wasn't even sure if he could hear what he was saying.

"Nope."

Orgrim said in lingua franca.

"It's just getting started."

Then, with the shout of "Lok't Oga", Orgrim raised his weapon high and burst out with the last of his strength.

Then, after a whirlwind of heaven, he saw the earth, the mountains, and the setting sun.