Stonerd, the first large fortress built by the Horde after crossing the Dark Gate, is also a bridgehead against the Stormwind guards. There, the Blackstone Orc Orgrim is challenging the Great Chief Black Hand.

Although the Black Hand has a slight advantage in size, the passage of time and the injuries caused by years of fighting have made the former strongest seem a little overwhelmed, while the young Orgrim is more than capable of maneuvering.

After all, he was the elder he once respected, and Orgrim did not humiliate the Black Hand, and after a short period of temptation, the attack like a storm completely suppressed the Black Hand, and with one blow to provoke the Black Hand's war hammer, Orgrim pointed the legendary hammer: the destroyer to the old chief of yesteryear.

"Throw in the towel, you're old, black hand. My esteemed uncle, throw in the towel, and I'll give you a decent finish. Orgrim exhorted.

"The end of decency? Send me back to my hometown to retire, and then choke around the fire surrounded by a bunch of little cubs? Boy, have you forgotten who taught you martial arts? The black hand slowly got up from the ground, sneering disdainfully.

"I thank you for your teachings to me, but it was you, it was you who first violated your beliefs and became Guldan's lackey for ridiculous reasons." Orgrim is angry in remembrance and sad in warmth.

From the bottom of his heart, Orgrim respected the Black Hand, the Great Chief who led the Blackstone Clan to defeat the powerful ogre. But the puppet in front of him, manipulated by the Shadow Council, is not worthy of Orgrim's respect.

"Give him back the hammer, and I will prove to you who is more qualified to lead the tribe!" Orgrim let out a war cry at the onlookers, and the atmosphere reached its highest point at once.

Having proven himself in martial arts before, Orgrim changed his style and took all the attacks of the black hand hard, and you hit me with a hammer, and I gave you back.

Eventually, the black hand could no longer hold his hammer and fell to his knees.

"Ogrim, end my life and let me die like a warrior." Before dying, the black hand seemed to have gotten rid of the control of Guldan's mind spell and regained his own will, "The orcs, the tribe, the Blackstone clan, are all handed over to you." ”

"Ahh Seeing the stern and gentle black hand of the past again, Ogrim's tears could not help but well, and the fury in his heart almost burned his sanity. The Hammer of Destruction mixed with the Elemental Howl ended the life of the Black Hand, and Orgrim became the new Grand Chief of the Horde.

Since Gul'dan fell into an unexplained coma three days ago, Orgrim took decisive steps to finally succeed in taking the leadership of the tribe today.

Back at his abode, his henchmen reported to Orgrimmar, "The Warlocks have obtained reliable information that Galona has completed the assassination of the Human King, and that bastard has dug out the heart of the King of Stormwind. ”

"Find her, find that Gul'dan toy." Orgrim forced himself to pick himself up from his grief, and now that he had taken over the title of Great Chief, he had to fulfill the obligations of a Chief.

"Pass the order, prepare for war, it won't be long before humanity will be in chaos."

Just as the Horde was preparing for a new offensive, Anduin. Sir Lothar hears of the death of King Ryan of Stormwind. Personally killed the leader of the Burning Legion, the corrupted Titan Sargeras, who corrupted the soul, Medivin, and received the news of Ryan's death. Lothar felt heartache after losing her best friend in just a few days.

"Can't stay any longer. Khadgar, I'll take care of the aftermath and open a portal to Stormwind for me. "Anduin. Lothar braces her spirits and prepares to return to Stormwind to preside over the situation.

"I'm sorry, Sir Lothar, after the death of the teacher, the magical energy of the entire Karazan was completely disordered, and the teleportation spell could not be pinpointed at all, I could not open the portal for you at such a huge risk." Khadgar explained.

"Reginald Windsor, go tell everyone to get ready, and we'll be back to Stormwind in an hour." Anduin. Lothar said goodbye to Khadgar and was ready to find something to eat, and riding back to Stormwind from Karazhan was no easy task.

Reginald Windsor, the herald who received the order, ran wildly, relaying Sir Lothar's orders to his companions scattered in the towers of Karazhan, and as he passed by a glass window, an illusory image caught the young herald's attention.

In the picture, Reginald sees himself scarred through a magnificent city leading to a majestic fortress, where he fights a black dragon to the death and eventually dies.

"Will I die at the hands of the Black Dragon?"

It was not a pleasant thing to foresee his own death, but the optimistic Reginald Windsol suddenly thought: I will die at the hands of the black dragon, so I will not be in danger in this war with the orcs!

Reginald Windsor suddenly felt that this was something to be happy about.

"Sir Lothar has an order, return to Stormwind in an hour!" The herald's voice was louder.

The horde's army was overwhelming, and after breaking through the Stormwind army that had sealed the Swamp of Sorrows, the orcs hurried all the way, sparing all the human towns in their path. Orgrim has only one goal, Stormwind.

Hurry up, Anduin. Lothar finally returned to Stormwind before the orc siege, but after the king's death, the nobles fought for power and the kingdom was in chaos.

"You actually forgot to send supplies to the army because you wanted to elect the regent!" Anduin the wrathed. Lothar laughed at the greedy and stupid aristocrats.

"Report, griffon scouts have discovered that orcs are cutting down trees in large numbers to make engineering equipment." The herald arrives in the conference room and gives the latest news to the bigwigs.

"There are no layers of fortification, no war mobilization, no preparation of materials, and now you think of me?" Anduin. Although Lothar was furious, he took over the temporary command of the entire kingdom.

A well-handled order after another was quickly issued, and the nobles seemed to have finally found their backbone, but Anduin. Lothar's face became darker and darker.

The elite troops blocking the junction of the Swamp of Sorrows were buried by the stupid nobles, and Stormwind now simply simply did not have enough troops to repel the orc army, and Stormwind was cut off from other towns by the orcs, making it impossible to recruit reinforcements. Stormwind can't hold it. Anduin. Lothar made a clear judgment.

"Protect Prince Varian from the tricks of some despicable villains." Command his henchmen to carry out the task of defending, Anduin. Lothar decided to go to the cathedral to see her brother one last time.

In the town of Shining Gold, the orc army wiped out all human resistance and built this interconnected town into a temporary headquarters for the tribe.

Orgrim checking the progress of the trebuchet's construction.

"Chief, we've found traces of Garona." There are subordinates who report to the Grand Chief.

"Catch her, the Shadow Council will die!" Orgrim said viciously.