"For the Horde!"

Gromash-Hell's Roar burst out of the Dark Gate with an angry roar.

Wielding his weapon vigorously, the lives of one human soldier after another were harvested by him under the sharp blade of the blood roar.

A wonderful emotion dominated Gromarsh's brain, a comfortable feeling......

He seemed to be completely controlled by his bloodthirsty desires, slashing frantically around him, only perceiving the splashes of blood around him, the stench of the dead, and the screams of pain from the wounded and dying in pain.

It's a perfect feeling to go on a killing spree and not care about anything else, or to feel guilty!

Under the roar of blood, those poor human beings, one by one, fell. Their fear and howls were so intoxicating.

The corpses of human soldiers were strewn all over the place, and the remnants of humanity began to retreat...... They won!

It cost a lot, but the Dark Gate was already in their hands.

"Chase!" He continued to wield his battle axe, looked at the deserted human soldiers, and ordered again: "Don't let one go!" ”

The warriors of the Warsong Clan had already caught up with Gromash, and the rest of the Orc Clan soldiers were stunned for a moment before following suit.

Except for a small number of orcs who were left to guard the dark gates.

……

More and more orc clans are beginning to pass through the Dark Gate.

Including several Death Knights.

"Looks like victory was easy!" Jazba-Soul Breaker sneered as he looked at the corpses scattered all over the place.

"No......" Gul'dan shook his head, "It's just some garrisons, and it took a lot of effort for the tribe to eat them...... By the time the army of the Alliance arrives, our defeat will be inevitable! ”

Jazba frowned, but he agreed with Guldan.

"What happened to the other clans that are still in this world?" He asked.

"Naozu and his shamans are connecting with them through dreams." Gul'dan shrugged: "I don't know if it will work, but I don't need to count on the strength of the remnants of those clans......"

"But it also has a little effect!" Jazba said, "I think there are still a lot of tribes left on the continent. ”

"I hope so!" Guldan said lightly.

Gromash's roar could be faintly heard in front of him, and Jazbat paused and said, "Those humans are not defenseless, they have built a strong fortress in the north, and Gromash of the Warsong Clan is leading people to attack that fortress......"

"It's up to them to get the attention of the Alliance!" A smile appeared on the corner of Guldan's mouth: "Let's do what we have to do." ”

With that, he lifted the whip of the skeleton horse.

A dozen or so death knights, following behind Gul'dan, quickly disappeared into the darkness and disappeared quietly.

……

"The walls are tall!" The expression on Hakarin-Deadeye's face looked a little grim: "It looks like the alliance has made a lot of preparations!" ”

Looking at that tight fortress, the chieftain of the Blood Cave Clan was thinking about how to capture it as soon as possible!

"Why do you care so much, charge!" Grommash's eyes were already red, and he held the roar of blood, and rushed over with the warriors of the Warsong Clan.

"Damn, Grommash what's going on!"

Gromash - Hellroar has always been a belligerent orc; But now, he looks a little different.

But with Gromache's orders, the war has begun.

There aren't many human soldiers left in the castle, and many of them have been wounded in previous battles and haven't been well healed.

It is almost certain that the defenders are the same humans who tried to stop them at the Dark Gate not long ago, and the number is very small, only a few thousand.

But with the help of towering walls and ample weapons, they repelled the horde from attack after attack.

More and more orc soldiers fell under the walls, and Gromash was pulled back by Warsong orcs for almost the third time.

He was covered in human blood and looked unusually hideous.

Gromash and the warriors of the Warsong Clan attacked the walls of the castle several times, but were quickly driven down by the humans.

"If only every clan had such a brave and warlike clan as the War Song clan!" Hakarin thought to himself.

It's a pity that those clans that have similar combat power to the War Song clan were basically wiped out in the Second World War...... The remaining small clans are much weaker in comparison.

But that's enough...... Those human garrisons are already at the end of their power, and it won't be long before they can't hold on.

"Prepare for battle!" Hakarin lifted his warhammer: "One last attack, take that fortress, and kill all the humans!" ”

The mighty orc army is swarming towards the human fortress, which may be overwhelmed at any moment.

Hakarin frowned suddenly, because at this moment, he saw a dark shadow appear in the sky.

……

"What's that?" It wasn't just the chiefs of the Blood Cave Clan who had this question, many orcs raised their heads curiously.

An island floating in the sky?

Some orcs took out their crossbows and fired arrows into the air, but they didn't reach range at all.

Hakarin suddenly had another sense of foreboding.

Every chief of the Blood Cave Clan has a prophetic ability; Although he is not the heir of the lineage like Kilrog-Deadeye, he also has a faint possession of this ability.

A bright light appeared over the island.

Then, as if signaling, countless birds flew out of the island.

Dense clusters of flying birds flew towards the ground.

Hakarin's pupils dilated instantly...... It's no ordinary bird, it's a griffon, a dwarf griffin!

There were almost a few hundred griffons, in the sky, already lined up with the help of their dwarven masters.

Black bombs, dropped.

Any orc who fought in World War II is no stranger to the power of these bombs.

These bombs eject terrible shrapnel, and the orc warriors who are wounded by them, no matter how strong and brave they are, will invariably suffer heavy damage.

"Retreat!" Hakarin roared.

But it's too late.

"Boom...... Rumble...... Boom ......" continuous explosions sounded in front of you.

The brave warsong orcs who rushed to the front were completely swallowed up in the explosion of the bomb in an instant.

The dwarves bombarded with a regular pattern, dropping a bomb every few steps forward.

The dwarf who has dropped his bomb will immediately return to the island in the sky, and another dwarf will take his place......

Explosions rang out from almost every land, and the entire battlefield was completely engulfed by them.