On the plains of the wetlands, tribal laborers are cutting down trees with axes.

"Be diligent and hurry up!" The overseer from the Blackstone clan roared angrily as he whipped his leather whip on one of the laborers: "Don't be lazy for me! ”

Due to the fact that the battlefield on the front line of the Horde is not going well, and the ships at sea are often attacked by the griffin knights and mages of the Alliance...... They had to cut down as many trees as possible, transport them to the goblins' shipyards, build ships.

Recently, however, the dwarves in the mountains have become restless, and they have begun to sneak out of the mountains, riding goats to attack the tribe's laborers and convoys, and the tribes in the rear do not have enough troops to exterminate these dwarves.

"It's terrible!" The overseer said helplessly: "I hope the Great Chief can kill all those alliances on the front line as soon as possible!" ”

While talking to himself, the overseer suddenly noticed a large group of orc laborers in front of him, rushing in his direction.

"What are you doing?" The Overseer roared, whipping his whip: "Get back to your work!" ”

But the whip, which used to be enough to make the laborers extremely fearful and invincible, suddenly lost its effect today; The laborers fled in his direction desperately, and no matter how much they wielded their leather whips, they had no effect.

"How do you feel something is wrong?" The Overseer frowned.

Then, a black dragon swept across the sky.

The overseers, along with the laborers, were reduced to ashes in the dragon's flames.

In the setting sun, only the remnants of screams could be heard.

……

"What, those black dragons have turned against us?" Orgrim - Hammer of Doom was startled and shouted.

Even after the previous tragic defeat, the great chief of the tribe had never been so flustered.

"Yes, I knew those black dragons were unreliable!" Itreg shook his head helplessly: "They flew over all our strongholds in the wetlands, and the orcs who stayed there were all reduced to ashes......"

Orgrim clenched his fists, trembling with anger.

"What about Gugar...... I'm telling him to contact the black dragon! ”

"Chief Gugar said he suddenly couldn't contact the black dragon......" Itrig whispered.

"Damn it!" Orgrim slammed his fist into the table in anger.

The battle at Hillsbrad was thwarted by the Alliance, the convoys at sea were subjected to endless harassment by the Alliance Air Force, the Red Dragons of Zaira were wiped out in Dalaran, and even Grimbaatar's lair was raided......

Now, add to this the sudden rebellion of the black dragons.

In recent months, the situation on the battlefield has gradually developed in a direction that Orgrim least wants to see......

"Great Chief." Walok-Sarufar walked into the command post: "The chiefs of the Grommash, Kilrog, Kargas and other clans have sent people to ask me how the next war of the tribes will go...... If we can no longer appease our fighters with victory, many of them will soon lose their combat effectiveness! ”

It is clear that as the Horde retreats on all fronts, a war-weariness begins to flap in among the orcs......

This terrible emotion, one might even say disease, spread rapidly among the tribes, and many once brave warriors became weak and even lost interest in war.

Orgrim knew that it was most likely the after-effects of demonic blood.

After all, any power that you want to get has a price.

The warriors of those tribes drew their strength from the blood of demons, and now that all these years have passed, the time has come to pay the price......

"What are we going to do, Grand Chief?" Sarufar asked tentatively.

Perhaps every orc has such a question in their psychology now.

"Let me calm down!" Orgrimmar's expression suddenly turned cold, and he looked down at the map as he said, "You all go out first...... Anyone! Don't bother me just yet! ”

Sarufar and Itreg looked at each other, then slowly exited the command post.

"Will there be a way?" Walok Sarufar asked in a low voice.

"There will definitely be!" A determined voice came from behind him, it was his younger brother Brooks.

Wallock nodded, closing his eyes.

……

Orgrimmar became very calm.

He was one of the few orcs who had never drunk demonic blood, and although his skin had also turned green due to Draenor's environmental pollution, the aftereffects of demonic blood could not affect him for the time being.

The situation of the war became extremely unfavorable for the tribe...... The only thing that counted the results was that the Horde's advance force had reached as far as the edge of Mount Alterac......

However, it didn't work, the alliance backed against Mount Alterac and almost completely trapped the Horde's army in the hills of Hillsbrad, and the base camp of the wetlands was completely destroyed by the black dragons at the same time...... There is no way to advance, and there is no way to retreat.

Horde, it has reached the most dangerous moment.

What to do?

in order to let the tribe have the last trace of life......

Orgrimmar's gaze shifted to the largest, most central human city at the top of the map, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and at the same time quickly dimmed......

They couldn't climb over Mount Alterac, so it was all just talk.

Unless......

……

"Great Chief!" Outside the door came from Atrigue again.

"Didn't I say, don't bother me!" Orgrimmar's voice was tinged with anger.

"No...... Look who's coming!" Itreig's voice was very excited.

Orgrim opened the door to the command post and was suddenly stunned.

The huge frost wolf, the white leather robe, and the familiar flag...... It's as if the friend in the dream has returned.

Orgrim suppressed his excitement, held the orc's hand in front of him, and recognized the other party's identity: "Drektar...... You frost wolves, you're still alive! ”

"Chief Durotan led us over the mountains to this snow-capped mountain and settled down!" The orc shaman said as he lowered the futon behind his back.

Only then did Orgrim discover that behind the old orc, there was actually an orc toddler on his back.

"Although there were some accidents later, the frostwolf suffered heavy losses and countless casualties...... But Guyle was finally saved! Drektar continued.

Of course, Orgrim knew who Gouyl was, the name of the son of Durontan.

"We eavesdropped on the Alliance's conversations and got the Horde army approaching Mount Alterac...... At first, I thought it was a tribe led by the Black Hand, but later I found out that the Great Chief had actually become your ......" said the old shaman's face with a small smile.

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