In fact, there is nothing wrong with touching porcelain itself. However, if the porcelain is not successful and is still recognized, the first reaction of the smarter guy is to understand the shameful but actually useful meaning of escaping.

Ordinary soldiers fighting on the front line may not be smart, but commanders must be smart.

Fortunately, although the orcs are a single-celled and one-tendon race that is rich in "never slaves", the head department of the orc army on the north bank of the Mubohair River is still relatively wise. And on this day, when the exhausted "Blood-Eyed Lion King" retreated to the north shore with the last of his soldiers, he had to drag his tired body to the military meeting. And the topic is still the one he dislikes the most - running away; Or, rather, how to escape effectively; However, it is still a matter of running away.

In the Great Tent, the second in command of the Earth Spirit Shaman, sat on his blanket with a golden knife, nibbling on a roasted Rosa's leg with an almost rough motion, and devouring the half-cooked flesh vigorously. He was dusty, and he still had wounds on his body, burns, frostbite and even knife wounds, he really had everything. Of course, for a warrior who immediately broke his sword and reached the last moment, such a scar is actually a medal that is much more precious than any precious metal or precious stone. However, the shaman's blood-red one-eyed eye was colorless, and his attention seemed to be focused on the roasted leg in front of him. As for the conversations of the other people in the tent, it seems to have nothing to do with him.

"It's the fifth day, and not only have no more supply teams arrived, but not even the scouts we've sent over haven't heard from them. It's a really bad feeling, like being exhausted by the beast in front of you, but then feeling that you are being stared at by some other dangerous eyes behind you. What's even more terrifying is that you can't even feel what that guy staring at you from behind is at all! I now feel like I've become a helpless prey. An old orc sighed deeply, his breath tinged with a subtle sense of decadence, but rather a kind of heroic twilight sadness. It's just that it feels a little unnatural, like he deliberately posed for it.

He was the oldest-looking orc in the room, his sallow skin covered in blackened age spots and his jaw covered in graying hair. This is about the oldest clan khan in the entire Orgrimmar at the moment, and his name is Kruza? Thunderclaw, the powerful Khan of the Thunderclaw Clan, the clan has always been "rich" in history to produce strong trap warriors, and they are probably the type that must kill you with their eyes even if they have their hands and feet cut off or even have their tongues pulled out.

However, the khan himself was known for his shrewdness, and was called "Black Stoat" by the older generation of orcs because of the large number of black hairs that were not common among orcs - of course, by now, the black hair had turned white, and the orcs who were worthy of the nickname had passed away one by one. Before you know it, the "black ferret" has become the "white fox", although the meaning is actually similar when you think about it carefully, but at least it sounds much better.

In short, this old khan, who was regarded by many orc clan leaders as a "difficult cunning old fritter" and "an old man who relied on the old and sold the old endlessly", glanced around with vicissitudes of life and sad eyes, and said slowly: "Everyone, our situation is very dangerous! For the sake of the lives of the sons and daughters, for the survival of the clan, my lords, we should make a decision! ”

This slippery old skunk! Since you said that you need to make a decision, then say it clearly! Escape! Abandoning the line of defense on the Mubohair, that's it, right? As a result, you just don't say it, it's clear that you just have to wait for others to say it? The orc leaders present scolded in a low voice, secretly thinking that you are the oldest and most senior among the people present, and you still have no treatment at all, no wonder you are either a skunk or a fox for the rest of your life - well, in human society, a power leader is called a "fox", and there is a little praise for his intelligence, but in an orc society that values force and courage, this is pure debasement.

"Of course something is wrong with our rear!" An orc much younger than Cruza. He looked stronger than the one-eyed shaman who was gnawing meat, and was the Khan of the Thundertooth Clan, known as the "Skull Crusher" Glock. He is young, but he is already one of the most famous young players in the world of Orgrimmar, although he seems to be a typical one, like Thor, the "Son of the Wind", a good friend and most powerful supporter of Asog. After the "Dragon's Heart" Asog became the owner of the Golden Horde, he also assumed greater responsibility, and was personally appointed as the Great Commander of the Southern Territory, responsible for the defense of the first line of the Mubohair River.

He glanced at the old khan, and thought to himself that the reason why Asog handed over such an important position to himself, not this famous old khan, of course, was not only because of personal friends, but probably because he knew that this old guy had been cautious all his life, but in fact, he was an old fox who did not spare his hands to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and in essence, he had nothing to do.

"Thorr is a cautious and steady guy, and even if he loses, he can't go unnoticed. Obviously, we have now completely lost control of the Vizer Valley, and indeed the Belka Valley. Even Thor himself may have been more than lucky...... As incredible as it sounds, we have to be prepared for it. Gullock Khan glanced at everyone and said in a solemn tone. The people present are all high-level members of this orc army, and it is necessary to prepare everyone for the worst.

"That's why I said it! Today's fighting is pointless. Since this is such a critical juncture, shouldn't we maintain the maximum combat strength? An orc in the prime of life muttered in a low voice, like a resentful woman who had just been gouged a watermelon from her field.

Speaking of this, he seemed to realize that these words seemed to directly offend a certain big man present, and looked at Shalaig, who was munching on his meat leg without saying a word, and couldn't help but shudder.

"How is it pointless? At least we are sure that it is indeed impossible for us to defeat the enemy head-on. This fact is enough for us to convince the angry hot-blooded men under our command. Now, even the most extreme of them should understand that it's time for us to preserve enough life for Orgrimmar. Gu Luo glanced at the other party and sneered: "Isn't that so?" Gonon Khan? ”

The orc man in the prime of life, the Goron Khan of the Fire Rock Clan was a little speechless for a while. However, in the face of this Southern Territory Commander, who was only half his age, he was still unwilling to behave too far behind after all, and couldn't help but say, "Retreat? It's easy to say, but where can we retreat? Didn't you just say that? It is already possible that the Vize Valley and the Belka Valley will be captured by the enemy. Our retreat has been cut off! ”

"You can choose to take the ancient mountain road of Daheisheng, although the mountain road is dangerous, but fortunately, we have an old guide here who is very familiar with the mountain road there." With that, Glock looked at the only troll in the tent.

This plain troll with a pointed face and fangs was obviously a little older, his skin was a somewhat gray brown, and his broom head, which was supposed to be fiery red, was now faint to almost yellow, and his body was even more slender, but his eyes were still calm and composed. Is this Aokin? Shamu, the most famous witch doctor in the Orgrimmar Clan Alliance. His disciples and grandchildren basically monopolize the medical responsibility of this southern army, and he also has an elite troll headhunter in his hands. However, in his early years, this famous witch doctor master was known as an adventurer, and his greatest dream was to uncover the complete ruins and secret treasures of the ancient Gersa people, so that they could be used by the current clan alliance.

"It's impossible to evacuate all of us here on mountain trails alone." The old witch doctor, whose status and prestige were comparable to that of any clan khan and great shaman, pondered for a moment and said, "However, inside the mountain, there are the remains of a huge underground palace built during the era of the Gelsala Empire, including an extremely spacious underground passage, which is indeed enough for an army to hide and pass. I once walked through the end of the underground passage to the frost thorn plain in the northwest of the Great Black Mountain. Where is the territory of the Frostthorn Clan, we can get some support. Continue north and you'll reach the Golden Horde. ”

"That's probably the only way we have it, right?" Old Khan Kruza sighed.

“…… But, however, we are not sure that the Belka Hills must have been lost, right? The Khan of Ser is a famous soldier of the modern era, and the Storm Clan is so brave and good at fighting that he may be fighting a fierce battle with the enemy. From the Chaver to the east, we can also enter the Wize Wetlands to support the Sul Khan. We ......"

"It is more likely that they were entangled by the main forces of the enemy army that crossed the Mubohair River and were completely annihilated in Belka." Gu Luo directly interrupted the other party: "If you don't have such a burden, Gornon, then I will be the villain!" ”

"I didn't mean that!"

"That's even better, I've fully expressed what I mean."

"You guy......" Gonon couldn't help but stand up. He wasn't an orc khan with extremely strong self-esteem who would rather bend than bend, but he just couldn't stand the sneering and sneering of Glock, a young man sitting on his head. This is probably because the two clans of Fire Rock and Thundertooth have too many grievances in history.

Grock didn't get up, but a cruel and hideous smile appeared on his face, and he looked at the other party sarcastically. He was sure that this guy was not a strong man at all, and if he really wanted to break out, he would kill him on the spot without getting up, and no one would object to it, either in public or private.

However, at that moment, all I heard was "Whew!" The fire in the tent suddenly became much larger as if a large amount of fuel had been suddenly poured on it. The flames kept jumping, so that everyone present felt a hot pain on their faces, and they felt that even their own hair was ignited on the spot.

Everyone looked closely, only to find that it was Shalaig who had thrown Rosa's meat leg that he had eaten into the fire. As a result, a possible private fight between the khans was annihilated.

The shaman, who was more like a warrior than a spellcaster, stared at Grock with his only blood-red one-eyed voice.

"The other side is not a fool. If we retreat, they will cross the river, what to do? ”

"So it needs to be broken. It's common sense. "Güllok Road.

"The broken army will inevitably be wiped out, and it is necessary to choose a person who dares to die with a certain heart of death, and there must also be a suitable person to command."

“…… Yes. At this time, Gullock really couldn't say that "all orcs are daredevils".

The Blood-Eyed Lion King nodded silently: "Then, let me do it." ”

His tone was extremely flat, as if he were discussing the taste of tonight's supper.

"Master......" Gu Luo sighed, and wanted to say something, but was directly interrupted by the other party.

"I don't like the current Orgrimmar, and I don't like the new Great Khan. Of course, he didn't like me either. In the same way, when our true God returns, I can see the rift between the Order and the Golden Horde. However, I don't want to take care of it, and I really can't. The shaman smiled: "I have always regarded myself as a martial artist, and I just want to end my current life in the way of a martial artist. If a colleague who can complete the mission of the post-mortem can bring something to the future of the entire Orgrimmar, it will be considered a perfect life. ”

At this point, he withdrew his smile and said in a solemn tone: "As long as I live for one day, I don't think of a Nord crossing the Mubohair River!" ”

The leaders of the orcs were speechless for a moment. However, the tragic sense of mission like a martyr arose spontaneously at this moment, condensed in the air of the big tent, forming a picture full of epic and vicissitudes like an oil painting.

If this scene in the tent can be passed down to future generations, it will definitely be regarded as a model of human brilliance, so that everyone will remember it, right?

Of course, the premise is that Orgrimmar can really survive and its history can be passed down to future generations...... And, the following things will not happen.

"Boom!" With the first explosion, it exploded in the orc camp.

"Where did the attack come from?" The orcs were a little confused for a moment.

"Yes...... It's from the north! "The powerful and agile orc leaders quickly sensed the direction of the enemy through the sound of the wind breaking through the sky.

It was an elongated "huh~~~~" sound, and then immediately after, there was a series of explosions. The fire ignited and began to rage in the orc camp.

"This can't be! Even if Thor's side has been defeated, the enemy can't come so quickly! "Glockk thinks that his arithmetic is fine, but because he is fine, he finds it even more difficult to accept.

Then, at this moment, on the south bank of the Mubohair River, there was a sudden earth-shattering shouting of killing.

The coalition forces have begun to force their way across the river!

As for the orc tent, the tragic sense of mission disappeared in an instant, and the scene suddenly became embarrassing.