A short and tragic conflict, a not-so-clever scheme, a point of no return with no choice, will Anduin. Lothar & Ogrim. The two of them were at a loss.

What's going on?

Every human who belongs to the Alliance and the Horde, as well as the orcs, thinks about this.

Reed. Except for the black hand.

At this moment, Red. The Black Hand did not insult his name.

This time, this blackstone orc used his dirty wrist to achieve the glory of the mastermind behind the scenes.

He played Orgrim, he cheated Anduin. Lothar, who was praised by Nefarian, the prince of the Black Dragon.

What a clever tactic to rebel against 20,000 orcs overnight and slaughter all of Orgrim's compatriots.

The Blackstone Tannery has closed down, the Blackstone Tannery has closed down, and the second son of the director, Red Brown. The black hand eats, drinks, prostitutes, gambles, owes 350 million, and runs away with his sister-in-law~~~~

Because the previous Twilight Offensive was so brutal, in less than three hours of fighting, the total casualties of the two warring sides exceeded 20,000. Such a casualty figure is unimaginably large even in the Battle of Hillbride Hills, or even in the Battle of Stormwind.

However, it is such a Red who fought bravely a second ago and wanted to kill all the dogs of the Alliance. The black hand, immediately after nightfall, turned into two or five boys, and even coaxed Enwilli to lure, and with the help of the black dragon, he rebelled against half of the troops brought out by Orgrim this time.

After dawn, only chicken feathers remained.

"That traitor!"

Orgrim's eyes were red, almost bursting out of his sockets, and his arm gripping the Hammer of Doom trembled with rage.

"Oops! Uther pills!! ”

Anduin. Lothar stood on the watchtower and watched Red with a telescope. The troops behind the palace of the black hand disappeared at the gate of the Black Stone Mountain, and their hearts were also cool.

"Retreat! There's still a chance to go back. ”

Orgrim decisively gave the order to withdraw the troops, and if he didn't leave, it would be too late.

"Pursuit! You can't let those orcs go. ”

Lothar didn't understand what was going on with the orcs, but he never forgot the first rule of the officer's code———— never do what the enemy wants you to do.

Too suddenly, Red. The black hand's backlash was too sudden.

The entire process of rebellion, suppression, coordination, and withdrawal was completed overnight, with rigorous planning and swift action...... The orcs already had this military quality, and the alliance died a long time ago.

Lothar calmed down and thought about it, and for a moment was afraid.

At the same time, I was confused.

What does he run?

yes, Red. What is the black hand running?

Orgrim couldn't figure it out either.

Now that they are all determined to break with the tribe, why not play enough tricks and stab themselves in the back while they and Lothar are stabbing in the back. If he dies, Red. The Black Hand should be able to succeed the Great Chief of the Tribe......

Why is that?

Those who don't understand are guessing, but those who understand don't have time to explain a thing or two to them.

Because the black iron dwarves have hit.

That's how funny it is, Red. The Black Hand really has a full plan to replace Orgrim.

However, his new master, the Black Dragon Legion, is being attacked by the convulsions of the Black Iron Dwarves, and a large number of fire elementals have joined the battle line, causing Nefarian to issue twelve edicts in a row. The Black Hand immediately returned to the Blackstone Tower to suppress the Black Dwarfs.

Why should blacks be embarrassed by blacks.

Eager to gain the trust of the Black Dragon Legion. The Black Hand eventually chose to return to the Blackstone Tower to scare the Black Iron Dwarves.

Leaving Orgrim and Lothar in a dilemma.

Yes, a dilemma.

On Orgrim's side, although he had ordered the entire army to retreat, the problem of supplies and water still plagued him. Because of the defection of Erwuzai, Orgrim didn't even have enough food to eat. If you flee in a hurry, let alone return to the tribe with the rest of the people and horses, I am afraid that half of them will die of hunger.

Originally, the distance could be completed in five days, but because the terrain was damaged by the earthquake, I am afraid that it would take two extra days, and then there were alliance pursuers to disturb it, I am afraid that it would not take half a month to go back.

On a deeper level, I have failed miserably, and the morale and cohesion that I have accumulated for several months are afraid that I will plummet again. Plus this time Red. Once again, the Black Hand split the Blackstone Clan......

Orgrim can only fart what he said before.

The retreat of the whole army turned into a stubborn waiting for reinforcements.

When the orcs looked confused, Tulayan didn't have so many bad things.

Lothar's order to Tulayan was very clear, that is, Ogrim must not be allowed to retreat with his whole body.

A total of three cavalry teams of 1,000 men roared out of the fortress, and two cavalry teams attacked in a pincer pattern, one on the left and one on the right, bypassing the orcs' rear troops and began to attack the second line of defense of the tribe. And the third cavalry, directly bypassing the large army of orcs, disappeared into the horizon.

"It's not for us to go."

Orgrim never held a grudge against the Black Hand of the Great Chief.

He has not forgotten his days in Draenor, how the Black Hand treated him as his own, and who enlightened him when he was in pain and confusion, and how the hands of the Great Chieftain "Black Hand" turned black.

Humans may not understand that Orgrim has always regarded the Black Hand as his father, an object of respect and worship.

Even the glorious duel "Makgora" for the position of Great Chieftain is only for the Black Hand to die like a warrior, not a puppet of the Shadow Council.

So Ogrim has been tolerating Red. Black.

Until this moment.

"You shameful traitor, traitor to all orcs!"

Orgrim's eyes glowed a dazzling red, and he whispered in the most vicious tone.

After seeing Orgrim re-stabilize the formation, Lothar gave up the impulse of ggggggggggggH, and while arranging for men to take care of the wounded and sick, while drawing a small number of troops to flank the cavalry, and then arranging many, many reconnaissance troops to investigate the situation in Blackstone Mountain.

Orgrim and the orcs around him knew about Red. The Black Hand betrayed the Horde, but Lothar didn't know it. Lothar wasn't sure if it was an orc conspiracy, a plot to trick himself into leaving the fortress to attack.

So, Ogrim was given a respite.

"Return to the camp with my warrant and order that Kilrog and his clan must rush to the battlefield at once, and then ...... Forget it, that's enough. ”

Orgrim gave a warrant to the Juggernauts of the Fireblade Clan, as these swift orc warriors were able to help the Clan in their quest at a critical moment.

Orgrim no longer dared to draw more Blackstone clans from the camp, and it was already the best situation to use his last prestige to oppress the Blood Cave Clan.

"If united, the alliance is vulnerable."

Looking at less than half the number of troops at the time of departure, Orgrim let go of his hatred.

The Great Chief of the Tribes had only one responsibility, and that was to lead the Tribes to victory.

This was given to Orgrim by the "Black Hand" professor.

and Red. Black.

"Hurry up and eat, it's still after eating. Then choose the weapons and armor you can use, and let those Black Iron Dwarves know what the real tribe is! ”

Inside the Blackstone Tower, Red. The black hand used the wine pond meat forest to soothe the emotions of the newly returned orcs.

"I'm the real chief of the tribe. That idiot Ogrim doesn't know anything about power. ”