Orc corpse after orc corpse, piled up in front of the walls of Soradin.

Trampling and climbing the corpses of their compatriots, the orc warriors of the Blood Ring Clan finally rushed up to the high wall that exuded the smell of death, and occupied a small gap in it.

But the Alliance Guards of Riptide Castle and the Thunderspear Clan swarmed like a tidal wave and drove the green-skinned orcs off the city wall one by one.

The gap is getting smaller and smaller......

Up to the city walls, there was only one orc left.

The lone orc glanced behind him, and there were no more warriors of the tribe who could continue to keep up......

Some of them died under the city walls, and some of them struggled in the rear to resist the main forces of the Alliance...... There is no longer a reserve for a squad.

"Wait a minute!" Solas Tolbain waved the soldiers to stop.

Obviously, this orc doesn't look ordinary, and he is likely to be a big leader, and if he can be captured alive, he will be more valuable to the Alliance. He drew his sword and walked into the orc.

"My name is Kilrog-Deadeye," the orc roared proudly, in a heavily accented lingua franca.

At the same time, he raised a huge battle axe and faced the king of Riptide Fort at the front: "I am the chief of the Blood Ring Clan, I have killed countless humans, which of you is willing to be the next one?" ”

Solas looked at his new opponent, his gray hair and wrinkled face, indicating that he was not young...... And the sound of strong muscles that did not match his age, and the skillful gesture of holding a weapon, all revealed a warrior's pride.

"Okay!" Solas also raised his sword and shouted, "I am Solas-Torbaine, King of Riptide Castle, I have killed countless orcs, and you will never be the last!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Solas had already rushed forward.

"Your Majesty, be careful!" A Riptide soldier shouted hurriedly.

"Don't bother me with this orc!" Solas roared angrily, slashing his sword at the orc.

"You need to work harder, human," Kilrog said, a sharp sword that kept Solas at bay, as he swung an axe into the human's face.

The sharp marks of the great axe slashed across the human's face, creating a faint streak of blood......

"There are two hits!" Solas wiped the blood from his face, and a hideous smile appeared on his mouth: "Orc, I'm going to be serious!" ”

This time, his attack was a little lower than the last time, and the target was the orc's sideways...... The blade of the sword made a cut in Kilrog's waist slightly, and the blood that flowed out caused the chief of the Blood Ring Clan to let out a muffled grunt.

Kilrog's injuries were a bit more severe than Solas's.

"You're alone, orc!" Solas whispered, "Put down your weapon, I swear by my honor that I will save your life!" ”

"Alone?" Kilrog covered his wounds and roared, "Behind me is the whole tribe! ”

As he spoke, the orc hysterically charged towards the human, the axe slashing at Solas with all its might.

Solas picked up a shield beside him, blocking the orc's full force as the sword stabbed into the orc's chest from below.

"Give up, you don't have much strength left, orc!" Drawing his bloodstained sword, Solas said coldly, "Your tribe crumbles behind you. ”

"The Great Chief will save the Horde!" Kilrog, who was already seriously wounded, suddenly did not know where to get the strength, raised the battle axe again, and roared angrily:

“Lok'tar ogar！”

"Bang!" There was a crisp gunshot, and then the orc's chest blossomed, and he fell to the ground weakly.

"What a stubborn guy!" Vandal Thunderspear raised the shaft of his musket and looked at the king of Riptide Castle beside him, "I'm sorry, but we need to settle the battle on the walls as soon as possible!" ”

"In my blood...... Tribe...... Forever ......" Kilrog's voice was almost inaudible.

"Ancestors...... I...... Here it is......" His gaze blurred.

Solas clenched his saber and crouched on the ground looking at his dead opponent, wondering what he was thinking......

……

Anduin-Lothar stood in front of the Wall of Soladin, looking at the corpses of the orcs everywhere, with a somewhat serious expression on his face.

"These orcs...... It looks like it's deliberately dragging us here! Turayan, the adjutant on one side, reminded in a low voice: "It's like they're trading their lives for time!" ”

"Life for time, so where is the real movement of the tribe?" Lothar's brow furrowed, thinking......

"Oops!" Suddenly, the face of the commander-in-chief of the alliance changed:

"Tulayan, send a message to Haas, telling him to keep an eye on the movements of Mount Alterac and beware of the tribe's advance to the north!"

……

The army of black and overwhelming orcs crossed one path after another in the snowy mountains.

Blackstone and Warsong, two of the most powerful clans in the Horde, did not march eastward with the Horde's "Great Army" and were not destroyed under the walls of Soradin......

They formed the last army of orcs and sneaked into Mount Alterac.

The Frostwolf Clan of Drektar has lived in this mountain for many years, and knows many hidden paths that can temporarily avoid the Alliance outposts...... Led by the frost wolf, they trekked through the snowy mountains for two days and finally broke through the end of the mountain range.

A huge lake with a silvery glow in the morning sun.

Lake Lordamere, the familiar lake, appeared before the orc army.

If they follow the shores of the lake all the way north, they will arrive at the most central and crucial city of humanity:

"Lordaeron"!

Its walls are already faintly visible, and its distance is almost palpable......

At this moment, whether it was the Warsong Clan or the Blackstone Clan, the warriors of each tribe did not have any tiredness and timidity on their faces, but were full of courage and passion.

Because the Great Chief of the Horde, Orgrim, the Hammer of Doom, is with them.

The black hammer of destruction guided the entire team forward, and Orgrimmar's voice rang in the ears of every orc:

"This is our last battle!"

"Win or lose, we are all fighting for the glory of the tribe!"

"The commanders of the alliance may think they have won, and we will tell them that they are wrong!"

"The tribe never knows what it means to give up, it only knows what it means to win!"

"See the city of the Alliance on the shores of the Northern Lake?"

"Occupy it, crush it......"

“…… In the heart of the Alliance, plant the Horde's flag! ”

"Lok'tar ogar, win or die!"

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