"Sal!" In Dunhold Castle, Grommash was once again very dissatisfied with the young orc. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What's the matter, Hell Roar!" Thrall looked directly at the haughty Warsong Clan chieftain.

"Why are you letting those young people who have just come out of the shelter serve as scouts, they are so thin, you are literally letting them die!" Gromash roared angrily, "This kind of thing should be handed over to my Warsong Clan!" ”

"I'm sorry!" Thrall said calmly: "But we must show weakness to the human race, you and your Warsong Clan are our most powerful forces, and we can't show them easily!" ”

"You're tempting humans to attack us?" Abdul-Jabbar asked, curious.

Thrall nodded: "We don't have much food, and we don't have enough weapons, once the human army gathers to surround us, we have no chance of winning, but if they take the initiative to fight us, then the result will be different, I believe that the combat effectiveness of the tribal warriors will not be weaker than theirs!" ”

Abdul-Jabbar nodded thoughtfully, and the anger on Gromache's face eased a little.

"The human army has appeared, it is a group of cavalry!" An orc on the city wall shouted in charge of observation.

Sal hurriedly ran over and took the telescope from his hand, which was found in Blackmore's room.

……

Garissus had come to the castle and stopped his horse.

The fortified gates of the castle were closed, but Gallisus had been prepared, and his cavalry unit had brought a few mages with him.

Several huge flames shot down at the castle gates, which crumbled in an instant.

Above the castle, some orcs appeared, with bows and crossbows in their hands, and fired arrows under the city walls, trying to force back the group of human cavalry.

However, the group of orcs, as if they had never used crossbows before, had no accurate heads, and did little harm to the cavalry, but caused the cavalry to laugh; On the contrary, several well-armed cavalrymen shot javelins at the city walls, shooting down several orcs.

The gates of the castle were opened by the mage, and with a wave of his hand, Garithars ordered his men to charge.

About a hundred orcs with rudimentary weapons blocked the gate, but Garithar rushed forward first, brandishing his long sword, and in a few strokes he cut down several orcs at the front, and the rudimentary defense line was instantly broken through under the powerful impact of the cavalry.

"It's really vulnerable!"

There were still countless orcs piled up in the castle, but they were no match for the elite cavalry under the command of Garissus, and it was a one-sided slaughter.

Galliss's own sword slashed at least ten orcs to death, making him feel very comfortable.

On the ramparts, Thrall glanced at Gromash with some pleadingness.

"Hell Roar, it's up to you, our compatriots can't stop this group of humans, but after entering the castle, their impact has been greatly weakened......"

"I understand!" Gromash nodded, turned to look at his men, waved the blood roar in his hand, and said in a loud voice, "Warriors of the Warsong tribe, the time has come to be loyal to the tribe, Lok'tar-ogar!"

"For the Horde!" A chorus of shouts.

"Come with me!"

……

Gather indulged in the thrill of slaughtering orcs, unaware of the approaching danger.

Just as the entire cavalry force entered Dunholden Castle, strong orcs suddenly appeared on the castle.

They were very different from the orcs slaughtered by Garethus, they were all dressed in heavy armor, carrying sharp axes, and even larger than the other orcs.

One by one, they jumped from the walls and into the swarm of cavalry.

A hand-to-hand combat began.

The orcs were far more powerful than humans at close range, not to mention the crowded alleys that made it impossible for the Garisus cavalry to take advantage of it.

"So people dismount and fight on foot and kill this group of orcs!" Garissus hurriedly ordered, and he dismounted first.

The orcs with rudimentary weapons also swarmed from both sides, losing the help of the impact of their horses, and the cavalry of Garethus no longer had the power to crush them.

It was a battle of flesh and blood, but there were far more orcs than humans.

And almost every three or four human cavalry falls, only one orc will die, and the combat effectiveness of close combat, the gap between them is too great.

Garissus was already red-eyed, he didn't know how many orcs he had hacked to death, and there was even a gap in his greatsword, but his men were getting fewer and fewer.

Mareb and Blackmore were right, the orcs were cunning, but it was too late to realize it.

With the cooperation of their subordinates, they barely managed to fight their way out, but the front was still in the castle.

A group of orcs appeared in front of Garissus, and one standing at the front was pitch black, exuding a thick breath of death.

With a roar of rage, Gather raised his two-handed sword and rushed forward, and the black orc raised his great axe.

Garethus's sword stabbed the orc in the shoulder, and the orc's axe slashed off one of his arms, sending a deep chill from the wound and pain.

A dwarf monster jumped up behind Garissus and bit him down on the hind leg, one of his legs snapped off raw.

"Kill him, Sal!" Jabbar covered his wounds and whispered.

A young orc with a two-handed sword walked up to Gatresus, who was no longer able to raise his weapon.

With the last of his strength, he shouted out: "Retreat, retreat!" ”

Then blood stained Thrall's sword red.

……

"Well done!" Gromash walked over, looked at the Alliance commander who had died at Thrall's hands, and complimented.

"Thanks to you, Hell Roar!" Sal smiled and said.

Gromash waved his hand, and several members of the Warsong Clan brought over a piece of jet-black armor.

"This is the armor that Orgrimmar Doomhammer once wore, and he should belong to you now, Thrall!" Gromash said sincerely.

Looking at the pitch-black armor, Sal froze, he knew what it meant.

"Don't refuse, the tribe needs a new Great Chief!" Gromash continued.

"I'm not strong!" Thrall shook his head: "At least I'm no match for you, Grommash!" ”

"The Great Chief has never been the most powerful warrior of the tribe, but the leader of the tribe!" Abdul-Jabbar explained.

As he spoke, he draped the plate armor that Orgrimmar had worn over Thrall with his own hands.

A smile appeared on Grommash's lips, and he raised his blood roar and shouted, "For the Horde! ”

“Lok＇tar-ogar!“