The tribe came much slower than expected.

Ren Fan, who originally thought that he would face the situation of soldiers coming to the city when he returned to Stormwind City, did not expect that this time, the orcs would actually be late!

And I was ten days late!

Every day, feeling Khadgar's resentful eyes like a deep resentful woman, Ren Fan felt goosebumps all over his body like mushrooms after a rain.

Originally, there were some complaints about the orcs' procrastination, but when he really faced this group of green-skinned monsters, Ren Fan suddenly found that his group of people was so lucky.

Deep in the forest in the distance, a green figure emerged. Without Lothar's excellent eyesight, Ren Fan could only see a small black dot wriggling like a small worm, and then ......

One, two, three...... Countless black figures rushed out from the depths of the jungle. Gritting her teeth, Lothar's face turned pale. If it weren't for the resolute protest of that group of idiot aristocrats, the idiots who rushed over by the big horn would have been burned to ashes long ago! For their own benefit, this group of idiots even ignored Lothar's threats.

And Ryan, who has already taken the blame for Lothar to some extent, has no way to lobby this time. Angry and helpless, but Lothar couldn't help it. He can't push Ryan to the opposite side of the aristocracy, the king, in fact, is the biggest nobleman.

Even if he didn't want to, he could only pinch his nose and admit it.

Densely packed like an infestation of aphids, the orc forces began to assemble in a haphazard manner in the distance. Chaotic, but not sluggish. In the jungle on both sides of the brigade, the presence of enemy troops could be faintly seen, and Lothar knew very well that if he rushed out now, he would face the most terrifying class of greenskins - wolf cavalry.

The heavy infantry, deprived of the favorable terrain cover, faced the onslaught of cavalry, the scene that Lothar did not want to imagine at all.

Standing beside Lothar, Khadgar's breathing was slightly rapid. Although he was full of confidence in himself, he was only a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old after all. I was nervous, and my behavior was somewhat out of shape.

It's just that Khadgar seems to have forgotten what he looks like now, so the generals around Lothar saw an old man in his sixties and seventies who was in and out of control like a hairy boy, and he looked particularly ridiculous.

Hearing the low laughter behind her, Lothar turned around with some dissatisfaction, and then saw Khadgar's funny appearance as well. The original depression seemed to disappear, and he shook his head, and he slapped the mage on the shoulder fiercely, and said with a smile:

"It's inevitable that we will be a little nervous when we go to the battlefield for the first time, but we must not show it. Even if you're scared and pee in your pants, you have to pretend that you don't care about anything! The people down there are all looking at you, boy...... The way you are now, why do you feel so awkward when I call you a kid......"

Nodding and smirking, as if feeling that this would damage his image, Khadgar straightened his face and nodded solemnly. With his current appearance, it really feels a bit trusting.

Turning around with a smile, slightly calming her beating heart, Lothar raised her eyes to look at the orc troops in the distance. A large black shadow was chaotically divided into two phalanxes, and the noisy sound could be heard clearly even here.

A short time later, a brown-skinned orc emerged from the chaotic crowd. He was taller and more powerful than the other orcs, and the inky hammer in his hand was cold, but it emitted a scorching flame that seemed to be substantial. Seeing his arrival, the orcs couldn't help but close their quarrelsome mouths and quietly take two steps back to make way for him. Even the most arrogant warrior will be silent when he is stared at by his eyes.

This orc made their great chieftain think that the great chief stood up from the blood.

Having killed the Black Hand, annihilated the Shadow Council, and brought any orcs who disagreed with him to the Colosseum to be eliminated in the cleanest way possible, the High Chief exuded an irresistible will as soon as he came to power.

To humanity, this is the act of a tyrant. For orcs, this is the bearing of a true king.

Gripping the hammer of destruction, Orgrim stood at the front of the line, staring at the two teams in front of him. In their eyes, Orgrim saw mania, anger, bloodthirstiness, like an undomesticated frostwolf in Frostfire Ridge.

Orgrim was confident that none of the forces would be able to resist the beast's onslaught. But what's next?

The leadership of the black hand was wrong, and so was that cunning Guldan. They only know destruction, except for destruction and destruction. Everywhere the tribe went, there was nothing but chaos.

But the Horde can't just destroy, Orgrim misses the fishermen of Frostfire Ridge and the hunters of Nagrand. But now, he saw nothing but a horde of rampaging beasts.

Ogrim felt like he had taken on a suffocating burden.

But now is not the time to think about these questions. Taking a deep breath, he raised the hammer of destruction high and roared loudly:

"Brothers of the clan, I am your Great Chief, Orgrim!"

Crazy roars come and go, and the orcs always have the highest respect for the strong, even if the Great Chief has just knocked the leader of their clan into a meatloaf.

"Today, I chose you as a striker for the simple reason that we have a strong opponent!

They are strong, and only the strongest warriors, the strongest clans, can defeat them!

So, I chose you!

Tell me what you're going to do! ”

"Kill them all!" The unanimous slogan sounded, and the eyes of the orcs were filled with bloodthirsty killing intent. Nodding with satisfaction, although it was clear that the purpose of choosing these two clans was only to weaken the existence of the rebellion against him, and to establish the prestige of the other clans by the way, but on the surface, Orgrim did not show it at all.

Unlike ordinary orcs, Orgrim, who has never drunk demon blood, has the cunning of a human.

"Warriors of the clan, charge!"

“Lok`tar ogar！”

Orgrim's voice was echoed like a tsunami. The roar of rage makes you feel like you're on top of an erupting volcano. Under the leadership of the centurion, there is not a trace of rules, there is not a trace of tactics, and the unkempt is like a wasp leaving the nest, with a noisy noise, sweeping madly.

The earth seemed to tremble, and the two clans were only more than 2,000 people, which was not a lot, but the characteristic loud voice of the orcs and the huge size made their momentum seem unstoppable.

Looking at the orcs charging from two miles away, Lothar felt a trace of disdain in his heart. There is no point in doing this, it only wastes the physical strength of the soldiers. But then, the slightest hint of his contempt vanished. He found that the speed of these green-skinned monsters did not slow down in the slightest, but became faster and faster. They were like a bunch of tireless machines, like a green tide, ferociously drowning.

The big war is about to break out.