"Human !! They're coming! ”

Orgrim Doomhammer jerked his head up from his contemplation, the fear in Salbeck's voice that made him angry, when did his lieutenant start to become so cowardly?

"I knew they were coming!" He roared, the throne of Stormwind looked beautiful and luxurious, but Orgrim didn't care, the panic of the orcs from the city made him even more annoyed by this stupid lieutenant, he began to miss Zuluhid a little, the chief of the dragon's throat, although old, was much more shrewd in terms of courage and way of handling things than the fool in front of him.

Orgrim shook his head, the Dragonmaw Clan had suffered heavy casualties this time, and the enraged Red Dragon Legion had slaughtered Grimbaatar's Dragonmaw Orcs, leaving only a handful of Zulushid with him.

Although they had expected such an outcome the moment they tried to control the Red Dragon, when the truth happened in front of them, Orgrim and Zuluhid realized that it was not as easy to accept as they imagined. The already old Dragonthroat Chieftain's hair suddenly turned white, and his eyes, which were originally full of fighting spirit, also turned gray.

Orgrim couldn't think of words to comfort him for a moment, and some of his words pale in the face of the bloody facts.

Eventually, Orgrim had Zuluhid and the remaining Dragonthroat Orcs withdraw to Draenor, where at least the Dragonthroat Orcs could still get a little respite, while he and the remaining Orcs were buying time for the last chance of the Horde.

"What should we do?" Salbek asked in a trembling tone, "They've already captured that town and cut off our back road, and we're about to be surrounded!" ”

Orgrim glared at his lieutenant, anger causing Salbeck to take a step back. Only then did Orgrim see that there was an orc behind him.

It was a half-blood orc, and Orgrim could tell it at a glance.

"What's your name?"

Ogrim pushed away the stupid and timid deputy and said to the half-blood orc, in his eyes, Ogrim did not see the slightest panic and fear, only calm, yes calm. A kind of calmness that can only be found in the previous shamans.

"Lexa." Lexa said flatly.

There was no humility, no pretentious deference, but Ogrim felt that he suddenly admired the young man, even though he was half-blood.

"You're from the Moknassa clan? Who are Leolocks? ”

"He's my father."

Ogrim was shocked, he originally saw Lexa's appearance, but he only had some guesses, but he didn't expect that he was really the old stubborn son. How could he be in his own tribe?!!!

The Moknassa are a hybrid race of orcs and ogres, and have always been known for their stubbornness and independence, even if they are few in number, and they have to constantly fight with ogres for survival habitat, it can be said that it is difficult to make progress, but these stubborn and strong half-blood orcs do not accept any help from the other clans of the tribe, and even have some hatred. How could Lexa, as the son of the chief of the Moknassa clan, turn his back on the traditions of the clan and come here to help the tribe?

"I don't think we're going to have a future in the world of Delaenau, but he obviously doesn't think so, so I came out on my own."

Perhaps seeing the confusion in Orgrim's eyes, Lexa explained.

"You're not wrong at all! Youngster. Orgrim looked at Lexa with some surprise, "We need new land so that our children and grandchildren can continue." The Horde has reached its most dangerous time. I need your help, Lexa. ”

"It's incumbent! Great Chief! ”

"Hahaha~ Okay!" Orgrim laughed loudly, patted Lexa on the shoulder, and led the way out of the fortress.

Orgrim walked forward, the rest of the tribe scattered throughout the city, and the warriors mingled in twos and threes, discussing something in a whisper. Seeing the Great Chief walking by, he immediately stopped talking and looked at their Great Chief quietly. Orgrim noticed that they had lost their fighting spirit.

How can this be! Indeed, the number of orcs is now small, and the half of the army withdrawn from the north, plus the Broken Hand Clan brought by Kargas, has not yet reached half the total number of the first attack on Azeroth, and most of them are still wounded and mentally exhausted.

A flash of fierceness flashed in Orgrim's eyes, and he drew the Hammer of Doom from behind his back and walked briskly to the high platform in the center of the plaza.

"Stand up, children of the tribe! Listen to me! He roared, raising his hammer aloft aloft aloft to the air.

The orcs revered the brave and wise Great Chief, and they all stopped talking and turned to look at the Great Chief.

"I know that I am suffering defeat and retreat, and that our humanity has dwindled dramatically! Gul'dan's betrayal cost us a lot! But remember! We're still orcs! We're still a tribe! Our conquest will not stop, and we will still make the world tremble! ”

The fighters finally let out a cheer, although it sounded a little messy and thin.

"The humans have followed us here," Ogrim continued, spitting out word by word, as if a heavy mountain was pressing down on him, "and they thought we had been crushed!" They think we're running away from them like lost dogs! They thought the victory was already theirs! No! They were wrong! ――”

Ogrim walked around the platform, watching each of the warriors, meeting their puzzled and confused gazes, and he swung his hammer vigorously: "We are here because this is our base camp!" Our strength is all concentrated here! It was once the capital of a powerful human kingdom, and now she still moans and trembles at our feet! We are here because we want to concentrate all the power of the tribe and rush out once again and trample this continent under our feet! So we come back here, not with defeat, but with a shift in strategy, an accumulation of strength! We're going to crush the league here! Will make them tremble again for our name! ”

At this time, the cheers became louder, and Orgrim breathed a sigh of relief, but his face still had a fierce fighting spirit, and he watched the warriors wield their weapons high as he did, and their fighting spirit had been rekindled. Very good!

"Rumor has it that those weak humans are about to surround us, ha-" Orgrim sneered, "tell me, Warriors of the Horde! Are you afraid of the siege? ”

"Nope! Never! ”

"Kill the Alliance!"

"Exterminate humanity!"

"The Horde will win!"

“Lok’tar-Ogar！”

Orgrim slammed the hammer against the stone wall of the high platform, and the loud roar silenced the orcs and looked at the Great Chief steadily.

"That's right! We are orcs! We are a tribe! Orgrim's face even twisted slightly, "Let's not wait here for them to come." We will not sit here in vain and let those weak humans dictate this battle! We're going to take the initiative and we're going to give them a blow! They'll regret chasing here! We're going to crush them to the full! We will trample on their corpses and blood and rule the land once again! Only we orcs are worthy of this land! Long live the orcs! The Horde will win! ”

Orgrim held the hammer in both hands and swung it above his head, and the loud cheers came like waves as the hammer danced, and the whole of Stormwind seemed to tremble. Orgrim felt a smile cross his cheeks, this was the tribe in his heart! This is the brave and fearless orc in his heart! They don't fall and weep and beg for forgiveness! Even if they fall, it will only be on the battlefield, and their hands will be stained with blood!

"Get the warriors ready," Orgrim jumped off the platform and commanded Salbeck, "I'll charge with my elite guards, with the others following." ”

"You seem to be underestimating us, Orgrim!" Kargas appeared here at some point, and when he heard Orgrim's arrangement, he was immediately a little dissatisfied, and he rushed forward with the elite guards, which clearly did not regard the Broken Hand Clan as the main force.

Kargas glanced at the massive figure standing in the shadows, he knew that this was a group of ogre warriors loyal only to the hammer of destruction, and even he could not deny that this group of ogre warriors was indeed extraordinarily powerful, and the warriors of his Broken Hand clan were beyond their reach, but he did not think that his mad warriors would be inferior to those weak humans.

Orgrim stared at Kargas for a moment before he spoke.

"That's good! You lead your warriors and my guards, and we will break the human defenses in one fell swoop! (To be continued.) )