In the dark swamps of early spring, the temperature inside Orgrim, who had returned from Draenor to Azeroth, was much cooler than the muddy water with ice ballast.

The Horde has won a series of battles in Draenor.

In the Nagrand steppes, the Gorian Empire has shrunk across the board, and it has the posture of defending the Hanging Hammer Fort.

In the Alanka Peak Forest, the Raven Empire has abandoned the southern coastline, the Tanaan Jungle, and the Raven Clan's offensive has also declined.

Tiger people, leopard people, wild boar people, under the sword of the tribe, can only survive, Goron and the primordial thorn beast are driven into a worthless wasteland.

Ogrim was both overjoyed and saddened by what his compatriots had accomplished.

The plan to invade Azeroth has largely failed.

Orgrim wasn't unacceptable to defeat, but Draenor's environment deteriorated day by day, and all his victories in his hometown were just a passing thing.

It is necessary to find a new habitat for the orcs, this is the consensus of all clans.

But at this critical juncture for Draenor's war crimes, no one had the spare strength to support Orgrim on a large scale.

And the reinforcements that were cobbled together from all over the world did not play a fundamental role in the Horde's defeat in Azeroth.

Ogrim turned his head to look at the dark door behind him, and sighed secretly, afraid that it was not the beginning of the eight-year war of resistance.

Although the heart is gloomy, it is better to have reinforcements than no reinforcements.

For orcs accustomed to the harsh living environment of Draenor, the Dark Swamp is just a bit of a troublesome place.

That's right, the forbidden area of life for humans is nothing more than an inaccessible hunting ground for orcs.

Hey, I'm so angry.

Crocodile meat, which is difficult for humans to swallow, is very fragrant for orcs to eat.

Swamp creatures that humans can't fight, orcs are one person and two people chasing after them.

A swamp quagmire enough to devour humans, orcs can struggle to crawl out on their own as long as they have a stick in their hands.

It was the selfless gift of the Dark Swamp that gave the remnants of the tribe the motivation to continue fighting.

There have been tribes that have been returning to the dark swamp one after another.

The orcs who returned from the mountains, plus the orcs who were originally stationed at the Dark Gate, and the reinforcements that returned to Draenor, Orgrim had more than 50,000 people on hand.

But now these 50,000 orcs, where can they compare to the beginning.

The orc race is a soldier for all people, except for the old man and children, which clan is not used by male orcs as cattle and female orcs as men. But with the Burning Plains rout, the tribes that are now shrinking into the Dark Swamp have a big problem with the sex ratio.

There are too many heroic orcs, and among the current warriors, including the reinforcements from Draranora, the ratio of men to women is only three to seven.

There are more women than men, and there is a hell of a strong fight.

But what can Ogrim do?

The defeat is like a mountain.

The dark swamp that trapped that tribe that was so powerful that it was impossible to live in the first place has now become a talisman for the orcs, which is also a black joke, and it is too cold to be good.

The sturdy orcs have begun to explore the seaward side of the Dark Swamp, trying to alleviate the pressure on food by fishing.

The orcs weren't desperate yet, but Orgrim had to think about the worst.

The ignorant are fearless, and Ogrim is terrified because he knows what kind of enemy he is facing.

There is a bit of an absurd feeling, it seems that it is he and the tribe he leads who have cultivated the monster of the Alliance for the orcs.

Obviously the orcs are stronger, and the orcs are more united, why? Why would it be the orcs who lost?

Every time he reflected on this question, Orgrim's hatred for Gul'dan grew stronger.

Spring, the season of life, the hot and humid days of the dark swamp and the cold nights could not stop the orcs from longing for offspring.

Most of the supplies looted from the human world in previous wars were sent back to Draenor, but even a small portion was enough for Orgrim to continue the war.

But it's time to think about the intention of defeat.

Comparing hearts to hearts, Ogrim thought that he could rush out back then, and there was no reason why the alliance couldn't get in.

Therefore, taking the initiative is no longer the best choice, and the idea of defending layer by layer, blocking the enemy and exhausting the enemy, being able to keep the rules, and bringing everyone back if you can't keep it, has become the core of Orgrim's thinking.

Rely on the fortress of Stoned to confine humanity to the perimeter of the Dark Swamp and hold out until the Orcs achieve a complete victory in Draenor, and hold out until the Horde once again strikes with all its might.

It's the best choice.

If humans are complacent and relax the blockade of the Dark Swamp, trying to block the Orcs in the Dark Swamp with a strong line of defense, thinking that the Orcs will be dragged to death, this is the second best situation.

At that time, Orgrim will be able to take humans by surprise, and the worst situation will be to divide the world equally with humans across the Baladine Bay.

The worst-case scenario is that the alliance will not die, and even intends to counterattack Draenor.

Although Orgrim thinks that such an unlikelihood is unlikely, a good strategist, a competent commander, and a responsible great chief must consider these things.

Send the newborn back to Draenor, fortify the fortress, prepare an ambush plan in advance, and gather the scattered personnel.

The embarrassed orcs rallied around the Great Chief once again, giving Orgrim the illusion that he could use his military heart.

But as time passed, the news from the Scouts became more and more unfavorable, and the Alliance was once again recruited, and Orgrim was about to face not only his old rival Tulayan, but also more troublesome guys.

Not only did Carlos and other veterans learn orc language during the war, but orc scouts also learned heraldry from the Alliance's banner.

The Alterac Army and the Knights of the Silver Hand also arrived.

A large number of human armies are gathering on the outskirts of the Dark Swamp. The Black Hand sat idly by and watched the Coalition increase its forces and did nothing.

The shadow area of Orgrim's heart is increasing at a geometric rate.

The most helpless move, Ogrim. The place of destruction has asked for help from Naozu.

If that's not possible, the Horde's Grand Chief needs the power to destroy the Dark Gate.

Or rather, the power of a warlock is needed.

Prepare for the worst with the most optimistic spirit.

The situation in front of him is not hopeless, and even more desperate scenes have been experienced when the Blackstone clan rebelled against the slavery of the Ogre Ogre.

So after weighing the pros and cons in his heart, Orgrim decided to take a look at the reality of the alliance for himself.

Fortunately, the Fireblade Clan has always stood by Orgrim's side, and has always fulfilled the oath of allegiance to the Great Chief.

Guarded by the Juggernauts, Orgrim crossed the mountain cliffs, emerged from the blind spot of the Alliance's thinking, and observed the Alliance formation from the weakly defended flank.

"What are they doing? Those iron bumps looked neither like artillery, nor like trebuchets, nor like armor. ”

While curious about what a bunch of dwarf dwarves were doing under the escort of Alliance soldiers, Orgrim had more important things to do, he needed to find out the number of Alliance troops, and it would be better if he could burn down the Alliance's supply warehouses on the front lines.

As for the enemy's mindless behavior, Orgrim is now unable to delve into it.

Although the injuries have healed and Sledgehammer is a good man, the scars left by Lothar on his armpit still ache from time to time.

Orgrim himself understands that this is probably a psychological trauma.

The only way to heal this psychological wound is to use a brilliant victory.

"Chief, you can't go any further, you'll be exposed."

The fellow Juggernaut stopped Orgrim's subconscious adventurous advance.