"Teacher, tomorrow, I'm going to start a new journey. It's been a long, long time, and I've never felt so confused in my heart. Rebellion, yes, that damn rebellion again. Countless great empires were destroyed not by external forces, but by forces within themselves. I know that Bazaran and a group of orcs are working against me. I must put down this rebellion, not for my own sake, but for the whole tribe. ”

"Tomorrow, I will lead the army out of the camp to fight the demons, fight the Burning Legion, and then lure the rebels out of the camp. I'm sure they'll come out, and this is their chance to bring me down. Fighting the Burning Legion was a plan that had been made for a long time, and no one would doubt the motives of this military operation. However, it is also a very risky operation, and if the people I stay in the fortress cannot control the situation by then, I will not be able to return to the fortress, and I will be torn apart by the hordes of demons. It's just that time is of the essence and I have to do it......"

In the faint candlelight, Sal squatted in front of his teacher, Drektar, and spoke of his inner fragility and unease. Yes, every leader has his own shortcomings, his own inner weaknesses, it's just that on the outside, he looks so strong.

The old shaman, Drektar, sat in front of Thrall, listening quietly, the light of the fire reflecting his old, rational face.

"Sal, what you decide, just do it. Leading a tribe is not such an easy thing to do, you give your all for it, however, there will always be people who will oppose you and will not understand. This is normal, because every orc has selfishness, a thirst for power, a thirst for power, it is in the nature of our orcs. You will always encounter challenges, whether physical or mental, and face them bravely, because every challenge is training you. ”

Drektar said calmly.

The faint light of the fire stretched the figures of the two men very long, very long...... In this empty tent, ancient spiritual songs reverberate......

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"Twenty-five years ago, the first orcs were seduced by the demons and became the puppets of the demons, and the warlocks polluted the land with evil spells, forcing us to move away from the planet and embark on a path of brutal slaughter. Twenty-five years later, the Horde is here again, however, this time, we will no longer compromise with the Legion, no longer be slaves to the devil, and we will throw ourselves into this war as free. ”

"Now, standing before us is an army of 250,000 demons, brutal and bloodthirsty, with the power of destruction, who will once again destroy our planet and destroy our homeland. And we stand up bravely, fight for our homeland, fight for freedom, maybe we will die in battle, we will die, we will be tortured, our souls will be tortured. However, not today. For today, we will fight the same enemy, defeat the Burning Legion where it came, and we will close the portal once and for all, defend our homeland, and defend our glory. ”

"For the sake of the Horde, for the sake of Orgrimmar, for the sake of freedom and glory, we declare war on the Burning Legion!"

In front of Thrall, the roars of countless tribal warriors rang out. Countless warhammers and tomahawks slammed against their shields with a sonorous crash.

"Now, who wants to charge with me, for the sake of the Horde!"

Under the heavy rain, Thrall rode a tall wolf and roared, and the tribal position in front of him resounded with an earth-shattering roar. Countless orc warriors roared like angry beasts, raising battle axes and iron shields in response to their great chieftain.

"For the Horde!"

A beastly roar resounded above the tribal position.

Then, Thrall harnessed his wolf and turned, clenching the hammer of destruction. Ahead, the battle line of the Burning Legion has appeared on the horizon, like a thin line of fiery red, and the air is densely packed with doom guards and doomsday guards.

"Horde, attack!"

With the order of the Grand Chief of the Horde, Thrall, all the warriors launched a charge against the Burning Legion.

The wolf knight howled and charged, the berserker ran wildly with two great axes, and the war drums of the Kodomon echoed.

The beasts are galloping, the earth is trembling, the war drums are shaking the sky, and the roar is shaking the sky. Like a giant sandstorm, the Horde army rushed head-on to the Burning Legion's position. This is the charge of the tribe, the charge of the orcs.

However, such a majestic charge seemed to the demons and Kael'thas to be suicidal.

"Without the cover of the fortress, they are vulnerable."

The Blood Elf Prince Kael'thas stood on the high rocks, looked at the galloping orcs in his eyes, and said contemptuously. His dark green eyes glistened with hunger and thirst. The power of spells is converging, and in the sky above the tribal battlefield, countless rains are swirling in one direction, and a vortex of magical energy is forming. Below the heights, countless demon guards, satyrs, and imps are forming a flaming defensive line, preparing for a decisive battle with the orcs.

The next moment, the horde army poured in like a rolling flood, and the vast canyon was filled with the roars of countless orcs and trolls. And at this moment, over the battlefield, the storm of magical energy that had been stored for a long time also began to bloom. At the moment when the horde army rushed towards the Burning Legion's defenses, countless blazing meteorites roared down from the sky.

That's Kael'thas signature ability, Firestorm. It's just that the Blood Elf Prince, who has been infected by demonic power, no longer casts pure firestorm spells, but carries a meteorite storm with evil energy. Those blazing meteorites were wrapped in thick green flames and smashed into the crowd with incredible speed and impact.

The countless orc warriors who rushed to the front suddenly turned their backs upwards and their eyes widened, and they saw the deadly meteorite rain falling from the sky......

And almost at the same time as Kael'thas cast the spell, the tribe's Grand Chieftain Thrall also summoned his own forces of nature. He charged on a wolf, holding the legendary weapon, the Hammer of Destruction, high in the air.

Within the thick dark clouds, bursts of blue arc lightning were rushing, like the roar of thousands of ghosts, and at the moment when the Kael'thas meteorite storm fell, an amazing thunderstorm also appeared above the Burning Legion.

It was two completely different spells performing, the magic storm versus the lightning storm, Kael'thas's meteorite technique landed in the orc army, the blazing meteorite fell to the ground in the moment it fell to the ground, and at the same time exploded hundreds of orc warriors, it also scattered sparks and rubble, like a small seismic wave, and the green evil energy flames instantly swept the entire orc front line.

At the same time, the lightning storm summoned by the shaman also covered the entire Burning Legion's position. The screams of countless orc warriors and demon guards rang out in the air, meteorites crushed the bodies of orc warriors and wolf knights, and the power of lightning destroyed countless demons, their sturdy armor vulnerable to thunderstorms and lightning. Like powder, the armor and body of the Demon Guardian burst open, and demonic blood instantly sprinkled all over the Legion's position......