The dive in the sky continued, and the dive bombardment of the Griffon Knights, led by Richter Hofen, who would later be known as the Red Baron, caused great trouble for the orcs, but after all, the Great Chief personally supervised the battle, and although the chaos continued, it did not cause a rout.

The warlocks who were originally in charge of suppressing the fire angrily cast their eyes to the sky, and for a moment, the entire canopy was covered with dark green trails, like a huge and scattered net. The griffon knights, who had never dropped a bomb, struggled to drive the griffons under their crotches, weaving through the 'mesh', spreading death.

The battle was fierce, but it was not destined to last long.

There's no way Lothar could have left all of his best griffon knights here, and Orgrim wasn't going to let these already self-contained soldiers continue the siege. At the end of the day, this is just a test, with Orgrim testing the depths of Stormwind and Lothar testing her own tricks.

And what is being fought for now is only to gnaw as many bites as possible on the face of limited losses.

When the orc's anti-aircraft fire made it difficult for the griffin cavalry to dive and drop bombs, all the knights climbed to the top, then threw away all their ammunition and returned to Stormwind to rest. Although the ammunition was tight, no one dared to bring it back. No one can guarantee that these goblin products will not explode during the bumps of landing, and if they are unharmed on the front line and are blown up when they return to the city, they will really not be able to cry.

Slightly relieved, looking at the orcs who retreated into the distance and gradually lost their traces, Ren Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Patting the shoulder of Khadgar, who was still chattering about the evil behavior of the goblins sitting on the ground, in the other party's somewhat confused eyes, he staggered down the city, without the slightest intention of helping.

Ren Fan only needs to make sure that Stormwind City will not be breached casually, as for the rest of the things...... He's just a priest, how could such a kind profession participate in the fight and killing of the group of people in front of him!

Looking at the current situation, it is not easy for orcs to take Stormwind City. In the past few days, Lothar has organized more than 40,000 militias and reserves, as long as the defense line of Stormwind City will not be broken in an instant, then the tactics of adding fuel to Stormwind City are really not worthwhile.

And in this situation, it is really unlikely that Stormwind will be defeated in an instant, unless......

Thinking of the secret conversation with King Lane, Ren Fan had a smile on his face. I have been reminded in place, and everything I can do has been done. If that incident still happened, then he could only sigh that the inertia of history was strong.

Although the defeat was expected, after seeing the methods of the human race, Orgrim could not help but feel a little gloomy.

Humanity's air superiority is too obvious.

The orcs are not without air power, once in Draenor, the Black Hand organized a force of bipedal wyverns. But compared to human griffins, bipedal wyverns are significantly inferior in size and ability. What's more, the Wyvern is not adapted to the environment of Azeroth. Even if he wanted to form a powerful air force, there were not enough 'planes' for him to use.

And against such a force...... You have to rely on the warlocks, on the strength of Gul'dan's lackeys.

Ogrim was in pain, and he had to regain the Shadow Council, which he had managed to defeat, because no one but them was capable of dealing with the mighty air cavalry. And once they are given too many chances......

Ogrim never really trusted Gul'dan.

Speaking of the Hammer of Doom, Orgrim hesitated for a long time, and finally left his tent and slowly walked towards Gul'dan's residence. Along the way, he saw chaos. There was no trace of the neatness and solemnity that a barracks should have, and in Orgrim's eyes, he could only see chaos and mania. The uncontrollable desire for destruction caused the irascible warriors to engage in infighting, and it was unimaginable to attack their siblings before they drank the demon's blood.

The blood of demons brings to orcs not good, but unimaginable destruction. Even though he couldn't see it now, Orgrim still believed what his brother had told him.

But now, he's going to ask for help from the culprit who spread it all!

Thinking of this, Orgrim couldn't help but clench the hammer in his hand. Lifting the curtain of the door in front of him with his hammer and entering the tent, the Great Chief frowned and looked at Gugar, who had a worried expression, waved his hand in disgust, and then sat down on the ground and placed the hammer of destruction beside him.

"Gul'dan, I want to talk to you."

"I'm glad you're willing to communicate with me, my Great Chief. It seems that there is some misunderstanding between us, so much so that you don't seem to have a very good impression of me. But you have to believe that I am also an orc, and everything I do is for the future of the orcs, but you may not agree with my ways. ”

Gul'dan had a humble smile on his face, and his scarlet eyes were full of sincerity. But Orgrim turned a blind eye to this. With a cold snort, he raised his chin and said to Guldan:

"Tell me, what the hell do you want?"

"Oh, honorable Great Chief, I don't know exactly what you mean......"

"I don't want to talk to you about these pointless topics." Orgrim stared into Gul'dan's eyes, and at this moment, his eyes were full of murderous intent. A real killing intent, not a bluff. If Gul'dan is not willing to give him a satisfactory answer, he would rather sacrifice 30,000 more orcs to eradicate this scourge once and for all.

"Okay, Grand Chief." Gul'dan took a slight step back, facing this legendary warrior, even Gul'dan was not 100% sure. His eyes rolled, and the smile on his face grew hideous. Clenching his fists, he stood up, looked condescendingly at Orgrim, who was sitting on the ground, and said loudly:

"What do I want? I want my own strength, my own glory! I was bullied and insulted as a child, and a powerful warrior like you may never know how I grew up! Even the ogres of the Hanging Castle are nothing more than that, and I'm their kind! So, I want power, power that belongs to me! I'm going to be a chief, big chief! I want the whole tribe to prostrate at my feet! I'm going to show the people who have bullied me how great I am! I will make them repay the pain they once inflicted on me tenfold, hundredfold, thousandfold, thousandfold! That's what I want! ”

"Is that what you want?" Orgrim looked up, looked at the crazy Gul'dan, and couldn't help but snort. The hand holding the handle of the hammer loosened, and Orgrim stood up and walked out a little lazily.

"Your desire will come true, for the sake of the tribe, I can give you the position of Great Chief after this war. But only if you have to give your power for the tribe! ”

With that, Orgrim lifted the curtain and left, not giving Gul'dan time to reply. As the sound of solid footsteps grew farther and farther away, the trace of madness and tyranny on Guldan's face disappeared in an instant. Shaking his head, he played with a dark green demonic flame in his hand, a hideous and cunning smile on his face.

"Tribes? Narrow-eyed guys. As long as I have this power, I can become the king of this world, this universe! Tribe? It's so much fun! ”

Dark green flames began to take shape in midair, and a map of Azeroth's planet was displayed somewhat crookedly. And at the very center, there are several tattered islands.

Reaching out and tapping lightly on the island, Guldan's smile became more and more proud.

"Still, before I do, it looks like I should really be looking for someone to do it, shouldn't I!"