It is said that orcs are stupid and strong, slander, naked slander.

In fact, most of the time, orcs are witty.

For example, the fact that the Dark Gate was lost, Orgrim was so tightly guarded, and it was still deduced by the vast number of orcs from the clues.

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There was no imaginary collapse in morale, and even though there was a lot of uproar, the last tribes still fought hard against the Alliance.

Perhaps, it was the enormous pressure exerted by the Alliance that restrained the orcs from detonating themselves?

On the periphery of Stoneard, the fighting has not stopped for a moment, and on the front of the Alliance, the soldiers of each wing only need to hold out for two days to rotate, and behind the orc warriors is the last fortress.

The gap in physical fitness narrowed the racial gap between humans and orcs, and the Alliance's superiority in equipment, supplies, and numbers turned into a huge pressure on the tribe.

Originally, Orgrim. The plan of the Hammer of Doom is to wear down the morale of humanity in a long war of attrition, use the rainy weather and the dark swampy and muddy terrain to shackle the Alliance's firepower, and launch a counterattack to break the blockade in one fell swoop.

Whether it's the Alliance or the Horde, whether it's Carlos or Orgrim, there's no problem with the plan they've made, it's an excellent war plan.

In the end, it is the executor who decides the victory, and it is the people.

However, all of Orgrim's plan has become a dream bubble.

The Dark Gate is gone!

Who is it?

It's an illusion!

What is the Coalition up to?!

After receiving the courier's information, Orgrim's mind rose to ask a rhetorical triumvire.

You know, it's not for nothing that the Dark Swamp is called a forbidden area for life.

The dark swamp is an irregular circle, surrounded by mountains, and the northwest direction is close to the sea, and the main body is a highland basin type swamp. A tall mountain range runs straight from four o'clock toward six o'clock, and turns toward one o'clock at nine o'clock.

Because of the division of this mountain range, the entire Dark Swamp was divided into several parts.

Behind Stoneard is the only geologically broken pass in the mountains that stretches for hundreds of miles, and if you don't go to Stoneard, you have to detour hundreds of kilometers north to get to the Dark Gate, cross the barrier of the mountains, and then continue south.

It's unthinkable.

While the Dark Swamp is full of water, unfiltered sewage is no different from poison, and when a large army marches, drinking water can bring down logistics.

Rainy season!

Orgrim suddenly had a glimmer of realization.

While he used the rainy season to weaken the alliance, why didn't the alliance take advantage of the continuous heavy rain.

Without thinking about carrying drinking water, it was possible to climb over the mountains and raid the Dark Gate.

After thinking this out, Orgrim suddenly felt tired.

Lost, as a commander, as a commander-in-chief, strategically, lost.

But the Ao Sledgehammer, the indomitable Ao Sledgehammer, never knew what to do.

After blocking the information for the first time, Orgrim attacked the human front with the most fierce offensive.

The back road is cut off, and if you want to survive, you have to fight hard.

Intelligence, Orgrim needs more information, and the decision made in the panic will only lead the clan to destruction, and after thinking about it, Orgrim found that no matter what, the frontal alliance army is a mortal enemy, and the alliance must first lift the siege of Stoneard before there is anything to say.

So, in the pouring rain, Orgrim gathered his clan and explained the situation to all the orcs with a hoarse cry.

I couldn't hear it clearly, the rain was falling on Stoned, and even if Orgrim was like a bell, it was impossible for all the orcs to hear him.

But the fiery hammer of destruction, the arrogant tribal chieftain, the dripping black armor, and the indomitable fighting spirit in Orgrim's eyes infected all orcs.

In the end, the long-suppressed emotions converged into a battle cry.

Victory, death!

The orcs launched a counter-offensive against the Alliance.

Once again, the desperate orcs swelled in a wave of terror that swept the battlefield before dawn came.

Although in terms of casualty figures, orcs may not be better than humans, but the unparalleled momentum broke through the blockade line that Tulaya had worked so hard to arrange, and the Stoneyard blockade that the alliance took three full months to complete, the orcs only took one day to break through.

But a partial victory was not enough to help the orcs out of a desperate situation.

Orgrim faces a difficult choice.

It's all the way north, or it's going home.

It's hard to make a decision.

The deterioration of Draenor's living environment is something that all orcs know and see.

Naozu tells everyone that this world can't last long, and that if the orcs want to survive, they must find a new home.

Returning Draenor is tantamount to a slow death.

But losing control of the Dark Gate is tantamount to kneeling to the Alliance with the pass to Draenor, what about those who are still waiting for good news from Draenor?

The roads built by the Alliance are fantastic, and from these roads to the north, it is not a pipe dream for the orcs who have become mourning soldiers to break through the encirclement in one go, and the Alwyn region has a lot to offer.

Between survival and responsibility, Orgrim's heart is tormented.

It's too hard, it's too hard to make a choice.

Time waits for no one, and the league won't give Orgrim more time.

In the end, Ogrim didn't want his conscience to hurt and made a compromise decision.

Five thousand orcs, led by the Fireblade Clan, raided the Dark Gate, while he led the other orcs to break through to the north.

"This is the key that Neozu gave me, the key to close the door of darkness. Now, I'll give it to you. I don't think there will be too many of those alliances, but if you can't do anything to take back the Dark Gate, please close it. ”

One hundred and seventeen Sword Saints, the last strength of the Fire Blade Clan, knelt down in front of the Great Chief in unison and took over this heavy responsibility.

From the beginning of the war to the present, the Fireblade Clan has always been fighting on the front line, making great contributions to the tribe. Now, the Fire Blade Sword Saints, who do not have one of the five, have once again taken on the most difficult task without the slightest complaint.

"Take care, Great Chief."

After taking the irregular black orb, the Juggernauts left Stoned. At this time, it had only been five days since Carlos attacked the Dark Gate.

In desperation, Orgrim distributed all the supplies to the warriors, brought out all the food reserves for a barbecue meeting, and after a night of indulgence, the main force of the orcs left Stoneard and headed north, leaving only the remnants of the old and sick to guard the fortress.

Gan, the days of dick are gone!