The undead are in a steady stream, while their fellow citizens are dwindling by the minute.

Seeing the tragic scene, Thrall couldn't help but wonder what he would have done if Orgrim was still around.

Never in the past year, Sal has missed his deceased mentor as much as he does today.

whether he would agree to that human deal and choose a less risky path; Will there be an outbreak of natural disasters and plagues in the kingdom of Stormgard of humans, and after the tide of corpses cut off the way of the orcs, he led his people to the northeast corner of the Arathi Heights to resist stubbornly.

No.

Orgrim will not be as stupid as me, even if the Sador Bridge is broken and the coast is blocked, he will lead his compatriots to fight desperately and do everything possible to break through, instead of throwing himself into a desperate situation...... Sal thought to himself.

He fell to his knees and slowly closed his eyes.

"Orgrim, please tell me what to do. How can I save the last spark of the orcs? ”

But Sal did not receive any response.

"Look, it's the Warsong Clan, we're saved!" The roar of the orcs below woke Thrall.

Thrall jerked to his feet and looked into the distance.

I saw that on the hills in the distance, the banners of the War Song Clan fluttered in the wind, and there were many of them.

He was pleasantly surprised to glance at old Itreig, and saw the same light in the other's eyes.

The orcs are poor and weak, and they are due to their long imprisonment. No matter how strong the orcs, under the influence of the sequelae of drinking the blood of Manolos, after more than ten years of imprisonment without food and clothing, they also became weak and abnormal.

Even though Thrall ignited their fighting spirit, they were unable to restore the orcs to their once strong body.

The Warsong Clan is different from the Frostwolf Clan, the members of the clan are strong and well-armed, and they are the two most powerful clans in the new tribe. If it weren't for the War Song Clan's scattered corpse tide before, the large army would have been able to break through a long time ago.

Now seeing the return of the Warsong Clan, the orcs who have been fighting hard here for three days and three nights all feel that the flame of hope in their hearts has been rekindled.

But gradually, someone realized that something was wrong.

The members of the Warsong Clan simply stood quietly in the crowd of corpses, and did not engage in any battle with the undead who passed by.

"They ...... too," an orc stood on the spot.

"Are you the undead......

The flame of hope that had just been ignited was instantly extinguished by cold water, and everyone fell into an ice cave. In this war, too many orcs who died at the hands of the Scourge Legion rose up again under the effect of the plague and aimed their weapons at their former compatriots.

Unexpectedly, even the Warsong clan under the command of Grom Hellroar has not escaped such a fate.

"It's not saved, we're not saved."

"Ancestor, why did the orcs have to suffer this fate? Naozu deceived us, the Burning Legion enslaved us, what did we do wrong? ”

The scene in front of him became the last straw that crushed the psychological defense line. There are already orcs on the verge of collapse.

Old Itreg's shoulders slackened, and he cast a calm look at Thrall, as if he had anticipated the fate of the orcs, and accepted his fate.

"Don't let the enemy wear down your will, return to the defensive line, even if we die, we will fight until the last moment!" Sal yelled.

He was far more desperate than these compatriots.

Because just now, he clearly saw that the red-skinned Grom Hell Roar was standing in front of all the members of the Warsong Clan, staring at him from a distant battlefield.

The wind sent Grom's deep voice - "Thrall, succumbing to the devil is our final destination. Like me, submit to your master again, for only then can the orc's fire be preserved, rather than meaninglessly buried in a tide of corpses. ”

The Warsong Clan is not the resurrected Legion of the Scourge......

Instead, he drank the blood of Manolos once again and became a slave of the Burning Legion again!

"Orcs will never repeat the mistakes of the past!" Thrall let out a roar of rage in his heart, and his compatriots who joined the line raised the hammer of destruction and met the influx of undead.

……

"Hehehehehehe......"

A gloomy laugh echoed across the chaotic battlefield. With laughter, a huge figure like a hill appeared in the distance. He had four stout lower limbs, shaped like a native dinosaur, with a pair of huge fleshy wings on his back, a two-headed halberd in his hand, and an unquenchable flame of evil burning above his head.

It's Manolos......

One of the culprits who once caused the Orcs to fall.

"Death has no meaning, lay down your weapons, I will bring you a new life!" Manolos

Thrall gritted his teeth and let out a roar: "Orc...... Never repeat the mistakes of the past! ”

With that, he lifted the Hammer of Destruction and dragged his exhausted body towards the defensive line. Itreg and other orcs beside him also silently followed, ready to face their death calmly, as well as ......

The end of the orcs.

But at this moment, I only heard the sound of war drums coming from afar.

Sal couldn't help but be stunned.

It was the sound of the war drums of the orcs.

But at this time, which clan is outside the battlefield?

At the top of the hills in the south, a pole of flags gradually showed its head. The symbol of the flag is a mountain peak surrounded by a symbolic ring of flames burning inward. Like a sharp knife, it stabbed into the tide of corpses from behind, and quickly approached this side.

Be......

The Blackstone Clan?

Not only Thrall, but also the orcs who followed the prestige were a little surprised.

Which Blackstone clan is this?

Aren't the members of the Blackstone clan all around us? After the defeat in the Second War, most of the Blackstone Clan members were captured, and with the liberation of the Vault, they returned to Orgrim Doomhammer and are now part of the Clan. Consider yourself a member of the new tribe first, and a member of the Blackstone clan second.

There are also certain reasons to avoid suspicion.

Because after World War II, a small number of members of the Blackstone clan escaped from the capture of the alliance. Later, under the leadership of the sons of the former Great Chief of the Old Tribe, the Chief of the Blackstone Clan, Red Blackhand and Maim Blackhand, the Blacktooth Clan was formed.

As new members continue to be recruited, the ambitious Red Black Hand begins to claim to be the Grand Chief of the Blackstone Clan and the Tribe, intending to restore the glory of the old Clan. In every sense, Red Black Hand is the rightful heir to the Blackstone Clan.

Thrall knew that the Blackstone Clan troops that entered the battlefield were probably the ones led by this Red Black Hand.

But Sal had heard that they worshipped demons, and although they succumbed to the masters of the upper echelons of the Blackstone Tower, they still regarded the Burning Legion as their true masters.

Some time ago, it was the same "Blackstone Clan" that sent troops to attack the human town of Stannbride, intending to disrupt the situation for the approaching Burning Legion, triggering a war between humans and orcs and weakening the defenses of the Northlands.

But now......

But how could he aim the weapons in his hands at the Burning Legion and the Scourge under its command?

Thrall was still confused when he heard the high-pitched dragon roar resounding across the battlefield.

An incomparably huge black dragon, piercing through the dense clouds, appeared over the battlefield, followed by the second and third...... Together, there were more than two dozen heads, and as soon as they arrived, they launched a breath attack on the corpse tide below.

In the pouring rain, the black dragon's blazing breath was like a god of death from heaven, and more than two dozen black dragons continued to plow out a blank space in the dense corpse tide, burning the slaves of the Burning Legion like burning annoying weeds.

The undead below who were under the control of Manolos, because they had only dealt with orcs who did not have air power before, did not prepare any air defense means at all, and could only let the black dragon continue to inflict unbearable blows on their side.

The battle was completely one-sided.

The resurrected people in the corpse tide are the lowest cannon fodder, relying on numbers to win, and the positions are extremely dense. The range attack of the black dragon's breath happened to be its nemesis, and every time a fire lit up in the thick of the night, hundreds of resurrected people were burned to ashes.

In a short time, the battlefield was filled with a pungent smell of burning, mixed with rancid and bloody, and the stench was foul.

Manolos had begun to attack the largest black dragon in the lead. Repeatedly condensed evil energy, pointed the giant halberd in his hand to the sky, and released fleeting rays of evil energy. was either dodged by the other party, or carried hard by relying on hard dragon scales.

Eventually, the black dragon rose into the sky and swooped down like a pop to the ground, crashing into Manolos, who was standing at the top of the hill.

As a loud bang rang out, the rain curtain was shaken out of a huge cavity by the air waves. Manolos, like a hill, was shot away from afar. After escaping from the pile of corpses, Manolos appeared unharmed, but he became angry and frustrated with such a flying opponent.

The black dragon rose into the air again, but this time, it wasn't him who came to attack. The twenty or so black dragons that had already emptied the corpse tide joined the battle group one after another, and breathed around Manolos, only burning this powerful high-level demon commander to the ground, so he had to gather his flesh wings to defend passively, but he had no power to fight back.

Eventually, Manolos let out an unwilling roar and vanished into the end of the battlefield. And the Warsong Clan also retreated quickly.

……

Sal simply couldn't comprehend what had just happened.

The elementals had told him the story of the Black Dragon, a race that had sworn to protect Azeroth, but had long since fallen into darkness with its leader.

Why did this group of black dragons in front of them come to rescue the orcs? How did the Blackstone clan, which believed in the Burning Legion, stand on the opposite side of its master?

He quickly understood, only to feel bitter in his heart.

At the end of the battle, as the rest of the black dragons cleared the last of the undead, the largest black dragon flew close and landed slowly. The thousands of Black Stone Orcs who had traversed the entire battlefield stood behind the Black Dragon like servants, as if they were their masters.

"I am Nefarian, and I can bring salvation and destroy you all. Choose, give in to me, or die. ”

Black Dragon said.

…… All the orcs turned their eyes to Thrall, waiting for him, the Great Chief, to give orders about the fate of the orcs.

From the eyes of these orcs, Thrall saw a deep weariness.

He looked at the twenty or so black dragons still hovering in the air, and then at the old Itreg who had been introduced as an adviser by himself, and he didn't know what to think for a while.

whether it is life or death; Do you live with humiliation, or cut off the last trace of fire?

……

After receiving the news from the Arathi Heights, Oryx, who was originally going to leave for the tomb of Tyre as agreed, stood on the spot.

Led by Nefarion, the Black Dragons appeared on the battlefield of Arathi, repelling the Burning Legion, saving the orcs and gaining their allegiance.

One of the details made Oryx deeply uneasy.

That is, in the original history, Nefarian, who occupied the upper floors of the Blackstone Tower, had been separated from each other, until the Burning Legion was completely defeated in the Third War, and the Blackstone Clan, which was completely loyal to Nefarian, also joined the battle against the Burning Legion's troops.

Red Black Hand has been "given a makeover", and Nefarian has gained their allegiance ahead of schedule. It means that the forces of the Elder Gods, I am afraid, have been plotting to meddle in the situation in Azeroth for a long time.

He had a guess that perhaps the Blackstone Orc force that attacked Stannbrad before was not motivated by the spontaneous service of the Burning Legion, but was guided by the forces of Nefarian and the Elder Gods.

Back then, the Blackstone clan had been completely loyal to Nefarian! Today's orcs have taken the olive branch extended by Nefarian and thrown themselves to the side of the ancient gods.

Even if it was a desperate attempt to save the fire, Thrall would surely lead the orcs back to freedom. But at least in the short term, we can't count on the orcs to hold back the Scourge for the Northlands.

A sense of powerlessness grew in Aurix's heart.

He had expected the horror of the Burning Legion and the Elder Gods.

I know that no matter what I do, as long as it affects the situation and leads to a deviation in the direction of history, there will be many more powerful, more calculating, and better at taking advantage of the situation than myself, and quickly make the most perfect response to confront.

But I didn't expect it to be so difficult to change history.

"It's like, I've just made the situation worse......" Oryx couldn't help but be a little disheartened, and at that moment, the Book of Time gave off a chill to the bone.

"Wait! No, I changed Lordaeron's fate. The Northland has not fallen, and its condition is countless times better than the official history. The enemy is not stupid, and all the current difficulties are just the last darkness before the dawn. All of the reactions of the Burning Legion and the forces of the Elder Gods, from the small disaster that befell Quel'Thalas to the outbreak of the plague around Lordaeron, were all expected. Everything is getting better, the current difficulties are all expected, what was I just thinking? ”

He was agitated, and suddenly woke up from the negative emotions, only to feel quite afraid. I didn't realize it at all just now, and the dark thoughts in my heart took over.

It's the power of the shadows in your body that's at work!

Oryx frowned, determined that after solving Onexia's problems this time, as soon as he returned from the tomb of Tyr, he must start researching the way of balancing light and shadow, and accept the mission to go to the sunwell to find a way to balance the power of darkness in his body. Diagram of the Avenue of the Heavens