This year's orcs can't do it......

Orgrim made a weak voice.

Although the orcs are all born warriors, the big Gs of the frost wolf clan are too young to have experienced that terrible war, and they have no intuitive concept of the battlefield at all, and they are completely in a state where the leader called me to patrol the mountains and take a look at the world.

It's going to kill you!

Drektar, a goblin and goblin who is old and blind, completely uses Orgrim as a toolman, and he calculates that Orgrim's glory does not allow Orgrim to accept defeat, so he sends the stick guy from the clan over.

However, apart from being obedient and daring to fight, these young green-skinned waga people knew nothing about battle formations, queues, and tactical preparations.

Thrall, a gladiator-turned-warrior, fell under the illusion that we were strong, and Orgrim couldn't.

So, he contacted Spartacus again.

"I need people."

“……”

"Transfer a group of veterans from your detention center to me."

“……”

"Spartacus, you have to help me, it's also for yourself, your master......"

"That's enough, Orgrim, it's your problem, not mine."

"You're an orc too."

"My chief, have you not yet recognized the reality? The Horde is dead. ”

"Spartacus ....."

"The tribe that was formed by deception has perished, perished in another deception. Carlos never deceived me with lies, and I, we, the orcs who chose to atone for our sins knew what had happened. Almost, you're just a little bit away from being able to break through Lordaeron, you're just a little bit away from being a hero of the orcs, the greatest hero. But you're not, Gul'dan betrayed you, betrayed everyone. The tribe is dead, the tribe is gone, but the orcs can't die, the sins we have committed are made up for by our generation, and the children are innocent, understand? So I don't kill you, you understand? No, you don't understand, you only have desire in your eyes, you only see an opportunity, a chance to make a comeback......"

"I ......"

"Don't talk, Orgrim, don't talk, I know I'm verbose right now, but if I don't say that, if I don't vent it, I can't talk to you normally."

"...... Now"

"Don't deny it, you're the kind of person, Ogrim, you're the kind of person! That's why I'm willing to be born and die for you, and I have no regrets! But you failed! Ogrim, you've failed!! ”

For the first time in more than a decade, Spartacus confided in his heart.

The Holy Light is not a panacea, Carlos's brainwashing is not an invincible means, it removes the corruption of evil energy on the mind, Spartacus is indeed full of regret for the dishonor in the war, but he has never felt guilty about the tribe fighting for the living space of the orcs.

So he couldn't forgive Orgrim.

Back then, Orgrim had insight into Gulda's conspiracy, and it was the Swordmasters who destroyed the Shadow Council and severely damaged Gul'dan and knocked him unconscious, leading to Orgrim's glorious duel with the Black Hand.

Back then, it was Orgrim who was keenly aware of the change in the strength of the tribe and the alliance, so Spartacus and the other three Sword Masters secretly went to Alterac to help Aiden make a choice.

Carlos' light may be able to make ordinary orcs repent from the bottom of their hearts, but for the Juggernauts who have grown up in Draenor's hellish environment, this power is not enough to change their minds.

There is only one reason why Spartacus is Carlos, for the Barov family, and for the kingdom of Alterac.

For the sake of the orcs.

"Back then, we vowed to give everyone a future. But you forgot. ”

"No, I didn't!"

Orgrim retorted loudly.

"Naozu has hollowed me out! If I really forget, I should be the Great Chief of the Blackstone Clan in Frostfire Ridge now, instead of lingering in the human world looking for an opportunity! If I really forget, I should find a woman to have a child and spend the rest of my life in peace, instead of looking for any chance like a hound in the wilderness! I'm the Great Chief of the Tribe, and I'm Orgrim. Hammer of Doom! I haven't forgotten! ”

Spartacus watched the hot air coming out of Orgrim's nostrils, looked at his red eyes, and fell into deep thought.

"There's no chance, Orgrim, the Horde is gone, the Alliance is in decline, if you had stepped up a few years earlier, maybe there's still a chance. But now there are none. The man returned, with the smell of steel and blood. You're no match for him, you're old, and he's in the prime of life. Do what you want, save as much as you can, and stop killing your compatriots for your own desires. ”

Orgrim tried to loudly refute Spartacus, but the words changed tone at the end.

"So I need manpower, the veterans of the year, give me the veterans of the year, a hundred, fifty, ten, as many as you want, give me real warriors, let me fight again for the orcs."

Spartacus was silent.

Long......

"I do my best."

Not wanting to talk any more, Spartacus's form disappeared from Orgrim's vision.

"How?"

When Orgrim returned to the camp, Thrall immediately broke away from the crowd and approached him.

"Wait for news."

Orgrim said with mixed feelings.

Orcs are natural warriors, but warriors are also divided into three, six, nine and so on. On the battlefield, there may be less to win more, but there is absolutely no weak to defeat the strong. Weak is weak, strong is strong. The Frostwolf Clan has been recuperating in the mountains for many years and has gradually recovered, but the young men of the Frostwolf Clan are like the soldiers of the Alliance...... It's so much worse.

Fighting alone, every orc stick guy is good, and Orgrim has no doubt that they will be able to wring the head of the league.

But war is never fought alone.

Ogrim felt that he should be in battle with Carlos. Barov met, but was completely impressed by his appearance.

The careerist of that alliance, the so-called Knight King, is sharpening his knife behind his back, preparing to continue cutting meat from the orcs.

So Ogrim felt like he couldn't go his way.

It's just a matter of using each other.

Looking at the energetic new generation of orcs in the camp, Orgrim's scolding was really indescribable.

If the tribe had won back then, wouldn't the orcs not have to suffer like this now, and they wouldn't have to be angry because of the boys' slightly immature carelessness.

"You're not good soldiers."

Eventually, Orgrim said calmly and helplessly.

"Why?"

Sal earnestly asked. His eyes shone with sincerity and longing, a glow that was familiar to Orgrim.

This little guy ......

Ogrim suddenly understood that he didn't just like Thrall because he was Durontan's son.

is also because, Sal is very much like himself back then.

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