"Ares, the horde is retreating!"

By the time the Windranger news arrived, Ares was already on his horse, ready to go. However, the horde soldiers had not yet withdrawn from their fortress, and Ares hesitated for a moment but decided to wait, as agreed with Thrall before the battle, until the Legion besieged the fortress before the alliance attacked.

……

On this side, in the tribal camp, the rebel forces have already begun to act. Dozens of Assassins of the Burning Blade Clan climbed the gates of the fortress and silently assassinated the tribal soldiers guarding the gates, after which Bazaran quickly climbed the gates and gave an impassioned speech to the stunned orcs.

"He doesn't deserve to be our Great Chief!"

"He's a traitor!"

"The traditions of the tribe have been destroyed at the hands of Thrall! When have we been so disgraced? Have you ever seen a tribe return a captive to the enemy? Should the Horde degrade itself so much in order to cooperate with the Alliance? You know, humans and elves are our mortal enemies! ”

After taking control of the tower platform and the arrow tower, Bazaran gave his long-prepared mobilization speech in front of all the tribal warriors. However, from the gaze of the orcs in the square, the Burning Blade Chief Bazaran read one word - no.

Yes, most orcs, even if they were unhappy with Thrall's actions, were not yet to the point of rebelling against him.

"Is that all it for? Chieftain? ”

An orc warrior shouted and asked. Judging by his scarred face, he had experienced a lot of war, at least not as a recruit, he did not carry a weapon, but only gathered in the square with the crowd out of curiosity. At this moment, the orc warrior confronted the rebel leader Bazaran in the crowd.

"Of course, more than that, the traditions of the tribe, the glory of the tribe must be restored."

Bazaran replied loudly.

"Just you?"

The orc veteran roared.

Everyone could hear the sarcasm and disdain in this sentence.

"Is it up to you? Is there any other among you who can lead the tribe back to tradition and glory? ”

Bazaran replied angrily. His men had already crowded into the crowd and would take out the rival orc veteran at any time if things didn't go right.

"Of course it's not me, I'm just an ordinary orc warrior, I don't know anything, I just go to the battlefield to kill the enemy and bleed. But leading the tribe to glory is probably not something you can do with your words. Indeed, Saar's approach also made me feel dissatisfied. But without him, the tribe might still be in disarray. We may still be living in human concentration camps, living a life that is inferior to pigs and dogs. It was Thrall who led us out of the Eastern Continent and to live in Karimdor, and it was Thrall who led us to build the great city of Orgrimmar. It is Saar, who leads us back to orthodox shamanic teachings. Hehe, I don't know what the tribe will be like in the future, but I know that if it weren't for Saar, there would be no who we are today, and there would be no tribe today! ”

Standing in the crowd, the orc veteran returned coldly. Riots can be seen starting on the field. The opinions of the orcs were different, and more were still on Thrall's side. But Bazaran and his rebels had already captured the fortress's towers and launchers. It's equivalent to mastering the entire fortress.

"Also, Chieftain, even if you have a grudge against Thrall and want to lead us against him, I'm afraid it won't be now? The demons and the Burning Legion are outside, and the warriors of the tribe are fighting the demons outside the fortress, while you, are fighting for power here? If you really want to compete with Thrall, then wait until the end of this war before holding an open gladiatorial tournament, which is the traditional ...... of orcs."

The orc veteran continued to speak dissatisfied. However, before he could finish speaking, a sharp dagger in the crowd had already plunged into his lower back. The veteran screamed, and in front of everyone's eyes, he fell in a pool of blood. The assassin quickly blended into the crowd and disappeared......

The orcs let out a roar of discontent, and if they could not incite success, they would play shady methods, which was not the style of the orcs at all. Even the trolls can't stand it anymore.

However, they had no other way, and the rebels occupied the towers and walls, and at the slightest command from Bazaran countless arrows and spears would be fired into the crowd...... This is no different from a violent seizure of power. And the real Great Chieftain Saar, is outside......

Just as the remaining orcs and Bazaran's rebels were at a stalemate, a cloud of sand and dust rose on the horizon outside the fortress. There is no doubt that Thrall's vanguard is back!

"Close the door!"

Bazaran urgently ordered to arrive. The warriors of the Burning Blade Clan began to pull the ropes, closing the drawbridge and fortress gates. Under the gloomy sky, the walls of the Horde Fortress stood like an impassable mountain, standing in front of the Burning Legion, but also in front of Thrall and the Horde Vanguard......

……

"That traitor did it."

Riding a wolf, Itreg growled. His eyes were fixed on the huge red and black fortress, the only gate in and out of the fortress had been sealed. The warriors of the Burning Blade Clan occupied the walls and towers.

"That's fine, lure them all out and catch them all."

Thrall gritted his teeth and growled. At the same time, his wolf continued to run wildly.

An arrow nearly hit him in the neck, and Thrall roared. The power of lightning converges on the Hammer of Doom, making it resemble a charged Storm Hammer.

"Sal, stop, you're no longer the Great Chief of the Tribe. You and your warriors have betrayed the Horde, and now accept the punishment you deserve. You will be purified in the flames of hell, and the tribe will be reborn in my hands! ”

Standing at the gate of the fortress, the leader of the rebel army, Bazaran, said in a loud voice. His body trembled with excitement, and his arm raised the blade of fire, which symbolized the glory of the clan.

The tribal hunter beside him had already aimed his arrows at Thrall beneath the gate.

Behind him was the vast Burning Legion, and in front of him was an impassable wall. Bazaran's cruelty enraged many of the unwitting orcs in the camp, who roared to tear the rebel clan chief apart with their bare hands. Even in the square, riots had already begun in the square, with the orcs supporting Bazaran and the orcs supporting Thrall fighting in the camp, and the archers remained restrained, knowing that if ten thousand arrows were fired, the situation would be out of control.

Outside the city, Thrall looked so calm, as if he had foreseen everything. Of course, he did foresee it......