The damp sea breeze tickled on Red Blackhand's face, making him feel a little itchy. He didn't like the sea breeze in the Tatila Sea, because he felt that the sea breeze here was too soft, too light, too gentle, and not at all in line with the character of the orcs. But it is because of these sea breezes that the orcs can easily obtain a large amount of food from the Tatila Sea, and in this respect, they should be grateful.

"Chief, see the sails!" After deciding to break away from Orgrimmar, Red Black Hand demanded that the orcs who followed him call him the chieftain, a complete break with Orgrimmar and a repudiation of Thrall as the Great Chief of the Orcs.

"Smoke from the wolf! Empty the docks! ”

Soon, a puff of wolf smoke rose from the shore, pointing the pirates in the right direction.

"How's the outer line of defense? Can our people still stand it? ”

"Good news and bad news! The good news is that the number of enemies attacking has been greatly reduced, and it seems that the pressure on Orgrimmar's side is so great that the troops here have to be withdrawn. The bad news is that the warlocks are almost at their limit, and their mana and mental power are almost exhausted, and they can only last for another two hours at most. Mandora said.

"I thought they wouldn't be able to hold the line an hour ago, but I didn't think they could hold on for another two hours? It seems that my old friends don't want to kill them all! Red Black Hand said in a sarcastic tone, "It must be the Thunder King's people behind the scenes, and they want to rely on this favor in exchange for more people who have been abandoned by us!" ”

"But that's exactly what we need, Chief!"

"That's right! Let the warlocks summon the last demons, and then leave the troops in charge of the broken aftermath, and the others get on board as soon as possible! Before those fools come to their senses, we must take as many people as possible! ”

Madora saluted, and turned to arrange the retreat of the warlocks. Don't look at the chief warlock's calm face, but in fact, he is more anxious than Red Black Hand, whether those warlocks can be successfully saved is related to his future status in Red Black Hand's heart, just relying on him as a light commander, there is no way to make Red Black Hand treat him with blue eyes.

A breeze swept past Red Blackhand, and a vague figure gradually appeared.

"Zaglan? What happened to Orgrimmar? Are those Burning Blade Clan fools still alive? ”

"Still alive, but not far from death!" Zagland said with a smile, "The Shadowmoon Clan made a little move on the iron gates, Yegosh took the city gate with less than three thousand losses, and is now attacking the second line of defense with our assistance, that fool of Sarufar lost nearly a thousand men on the city walls, when the city gate was destroyed, this guy wanted to die a glorious battle, but was knocked unconscious by Kukaron's guards and rescued him. Originally, I wanted to take advantage of the scuffle to give him a knife. ”

"It seems that they are not willing to be lonely! Let them bear the wrath of those shamans! I can guess that their purpose is nothing more than to exhaust the Kukaron Guards on the battlefield and make Thrall lose his most trustworthy force. This must be Mogar's handiwork! "Red Black Hand looks down on the guy who only uses intrigue and trickery, he thinks that Mogar is simply disgraced by the face of the orcs, there is nothing wrong with playing tricks, even the guy who can't play tricks and can only rampage with weapons is a waste that is not to be regretted to die, but relying entirely on tricks, hoping to enjoy the benefits without paying anything, that is to treat others as idiots.

Red Black Hand understands a truth in the gladiatorial arena, he treats others as idiots, but in fact, he himself is also an idiot in the eyes of others!

There is no shortage of smart people in this world, and there is no shortage of extremely smart people! But be smart and strong enough to have the last laugh!

"The 30,000 people of the Burning Blade Clan, plus the 70,000 people I sent to send to death, these are enough to give Thrall a headache for a while, since the Shadow Moon Clan has made a move, the Thunder King and the Dragon's Throat will definitely not be able to watch dryly, I estimate that the reinforcements of the Fire Blade Clan may not have time to arrive in Orgrimmar!" Red Black Hand easily deduced the conspiracy behind this war, "But didn't that idiot of Mogar think about the Warsong Clan?" I don't believe the die-hards will show any interest in Mogar's proposal. ”

Zagran wasn't surprised: "But the Warsong Clan hasn't mobilized, and their strength in Orgrimmar isn't strong enough to fight against the three clans joining forces. ”

"No, you forgot someone!" Red Black Hand has a good habit of using a lot of time and effort to collect all the information he can use before making a plan, and after Thrall became the Great Chief, for the current plan to break away from Orgrimmar, Red Black Hand spent more than a year collecting information, which is why he is now calm. "Don't forget, even though Itreg Warsong Roar broke away from the Warsong Clan a long time ago, those die-hard fellows have never forgotten the Swordmaster who is second only to Grom Hellsong Roar in the history of this Warsong Clan!"

"How much power can one person have!" Zagran believes that Itreg is very powerful, and he can only look up to that figure as a fellow sword saint until now, but this does not mean that he will blindly believe that Itreg can solve all problems, "Even if it is a legendary-level existence, in the face of 100,000 orcs who are not afraid of death, they can only fight to the death, at most they can kill tens of thousands more than the legendary-level!" Individual martial prowess is no more powerful in war than an elite legion. ”

"But Itrig can play a bigger role than an elite legion!" Red Black Hand said with a smile.

As the Black Hand Orc Chief said, Itregg's role is bigger than anyone could have imagined!

Drektar confirms Sal's convictions, and the arrival of Canos and Itrig gives Sal the answer.

"Great Chief, the Warsong Clan will always fight for the Orcs, those rebels have lost their glory and pride and become slaves of the demons, this is simply an insult to the entire Orc, an insult to the Warsong Clan!" After personally observing the mad orcs who drank the blood of demons, Itrig immediately decided, "Grom Hellroar used his life to free the Warsong Clan from the demon's control and gain true freedom, and now, the Warsong Clan will not tolerate those stupid wastes to bring the orcs back to that miserable era again!" ”

"Thank you, Itreig, my Kukaron Guard will fight alongside the warriors of the Warsong Clan, and let us tell those fools that orcs will never be slaves!"

“Loktar ogar！”

Although the orc soldiers who were fighting on the second line of defense finally waited for reinforcements from the city guards and garrisons, the number of soldiers who rebelled against the Burning Blade Clan and the Black Hand Clan was too large, so that the second line of defense only lasted less than an hour before it completely fell, and the retreating orc soldiers had to rely on the third line of defense to counterattack, and seize the time to strengthen the fourth line of defense, once the fourth line of defense also fell, it meant that the rebels entered the inner city, and it became very difficult to rely on a few more support points to ensure the integrity of the defense line.

This is not the previous battle at the city gate, with the protection of the city walls and city gates, the battlefield area is not enough for those crazy orcs to invest a lot of troops, and the narrow battle surface makes the defenders close the gap between the two sides to a certain extent.

However, with the breaching of the city gates, the battle area expanded to the second line of defense, and the rapid expansion of the combat area meant that the mad orcs could finally use their numerical advantage, and the defender's disadvantage in strength exploded in one breath, which was the biggest reason for the rapid fall of the second line of defense.

As the line of defense continued to fall, the area that the rebels could control became larger and larger, and the area of engagement became wider and wider, and the pressure on the inferior side naturally increased.

Jegosh looked at the city guards who retreated towards the third line of defense with satisfaction, and for the first time he felt that he was full of power, which was not the same as the feeling of shadow power filling his body, but a sense of satisfaction, a satisfaction that he had finally proved to be stronger than the others.

The only regret is that these crazy orcs can't accept too complicated orders because of the blood of demons, which causes Jegosh to lose the fun of commanding, and can only press the whole army with a big wave of his hand, and use the brainless way to complete his revenge.

Soon, the third line of defense was also captured, among them, the few warlocks of the Burning Blade Clan who exchanged their vitality for the power of the shadow played a very important role, with the support of a large number of shadow powers, the single shadow arrow turned into a rain of shadow arrows sent in groups, and the shadow flame that could only cover a diameter of five meters became a shadow rage with a range of more than 100 meters, and it was precisely because of the shadow spells cast by these warlocks that the city guards who had just retreated to the third line of defense were quickly defeated, and they rushed to run towards the fourth line of defense.

"Haha, do you see, Sal? This is the power of the Shadows, this is the power of the Warlocks, this is the power of the Burning Blade Clan! You executioner, I will scorch your soul with the flames of darkness and make you pay for the lives of all the dead Burning Blade Orcs! Jegosh stood on top of a destroyed turret and barked loudly, laughing at Sal, who couldn't get out. Attack, let those fools feel the wrath of the Shadows! ”

However, before Jegosh could be happy, the few Warlocks of the Burning Blade Clan who had captured the third line of defense were dealt fatal blows, and some of them were detonated with the shadow power accumulated in their bodies and turned into a humanoid torch, the raging shadow fire not only burned the warlock's body to ashes, but even the crazy orcs around them were not spared, and some of them were inexplicably separated, as if their necks had been cut by the air, and suddenly turned into a corpse.

Yegosh has not been burned dry by the blood of the devil after all, those warlocks who have been lit like torches are obviously eaten by mana, only shamans can do this level, and they are powerful shamans, and those whose corpses are separated are undoubtedly assassinated by the sword master, although the sword master who has come and gone without a trace cannot kill tens of thousands of rebels head-on, but taking the head of the enemy general in the army has always been their forte!

"Hmph, carving insect skills! Even without the protection of the Shadow Force, it would be easy to destroy the city! "After gaining the support of the Black Hand Clan, Yegosh feels that he has a great advantage, Saar's strength as a shaman may indeed be strong, and even Yegosh himself can't compare, those sword saints are indeed a threat, but this is meaningless, because nearly 100,000 crazy orcs are not something that a few strong people can kill, and mowing grass also depends on what kind of grass is cut, even if it is 100,000 pigs, it will take several days to kill them all, not to mention crazy orcs who are more powerful than ordinary orc soldiers.

"Patriarch, it's not good, it's not good!" Just when Jegosh was complacent, an orc of the Burning Blade Clan, who barely retained enough wisdom because of his strength, ran to his side with a frightened expression. "An enemy is coming from behind us!"

"Oh, could it be the dead remnants of the Fireblade Clan? They arrived so quickly? Jegosh wasn't too surprised by this, he had expected Thrall to ask for help from the Fireblade Clan, but after the battle in the Flame Rift, the remaining number of those guys was only about seven thousand, and after getting rid of the soldiers who stayed behind in the Sweetwater Oasis and the Deadwater Oasis, it would be good to have three or four thousand soldiers to support Orgrimmar.

"Panic what! It's just a few thousand people, and without us having to do anything, those guys from the Black Hand Clan can easily kill them! ”

"No, not thousands! It's tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands! ”

"Nonsense! Hundreds of thousands? Do you think it's kobolds? Unless the entire orcs are fully mobilized, which clan can come up with hundreds of thousands of troops! "Jegosh was almost, although he knew that drinking the blood of demons would cause his IQ to drop so much, but he didn't expect to be so stupid that he couldn't even count the number of simple people?

But before Jegosh could say anything, the shouts of murder coming out of outside Orgrimmar made him feel that the situation had changed badly.

Soon, hordes of orcs poured through the ruined gates into Orgrimmar. Jegosh could clearly see that the orcs that had come out of nowhere had dark red skin, which was definitely not the skin color of the Fireblade Clan!

"Battle Song! Damn Warsong Clan!! "Jegosh finally realized what was happening, these orcs that came out were all orcs of the Warsong Clan, and none of them were real regular troops, they were all made up of Warsong Clan civilians living in the barren lands!

But for the orcs, the only difference between the regular army and the civilian army may be that armor, and even some retired veterans are stronger than the real regular army.

The black-pressed Warsong clan orcs rushed towards the mad orcs composed of the Black Hand Clan and the Burning Blade clan like a tide, one side was a madman who fought on the blood of demons, and the other was a descendant of slaves who had been enslaved by demons.

"What about the Bolono Overseers? Where are the Bolono Overseers? The Black Hand Clan must hold off those Warsong Clan guys, and as long as we storm the inner city and kill Thrall, victory will be ours! Jegosh grabbed the messenger and asked loudly.

"No, I don't know, since more than an hour ago, I haven't found the figure of the Bolono Overseer, and those Black Hand Clans, the Thousand Commanders and Centurions of the Black Hand Clan, are also gone!"

Pitfall? Conspiracy? Treachery?

All Jegosh knows is that he has been deceived by that bastard of Red Black Hand again!