The bonfire in the hall was burning, and the two orcs in the room were paying attention to the strategic map on the table, and one of the orcs pointed to the castle in the snowy mountain and said calmly: "This is the goal we need to assist, the kingdom of Alterac." ”

"The humans there have decided that we should help them rebuild their country."

Speaking was an older orc shaman named Drektar, the current chief of the Frostwolf Clan. He wore a wooden head and shoulders, two long knives at his waist, and his emerald green skin showed that he had also drunk demonic blood.

"In return, we were able to regain the opportunity to rebuild the tribe." Drektar looked cautiously at Chief Orgrimmar not far away, the orc was wearing pale black plate armor and clutching the Hammer of Destruction in his hand, but the decadent look on his face could not be washed away.

He was the Great Chieftain who had led the Old Horde across Azeroth, the Orc known to humans as the Hammer of Doom.

But Orgrimmar, who was once high-spirited, now said with some despair: "How many people are left in our tribe?" ”

"Less than five hundred."

Immediately after, the only sound left in the room was the crackling of the campfire, and the bright light of the fire illuminated the confused emotions on Orgrimmar's face. Since the Second Orc War, the Orcs have no chance of conquering Azeroth, whether it is the rebuilt Stormwind City or the Seven Kingdoms in the north, they have all suppressed the only thousands of Orcs left.

Orgrimmar couldn't help but think of the days when the conquests from Draracho to Azeroth began, those glorious years of iron and blood.

Suddenly, Orgrimmar let out a series of laughs, which made Drektar feel a little surprised, what was wrong with Orgrimmar, could it be that the heavy reality had made Orgrimmar lose all his ambitions?

This made Drektar feel both sad and sad.

However, when Drektar looked up into Orgrimmar's eyes again, he found that there seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes again, it was a radiant of hope, he stared into Drektar's eyes, and said in a calm voice, "The other tribes?" ”

Drektar hesitated for a moment, then said slowly, "It's not clear, it seems that Thrall went looking for them?" ”

Orgrimmar let out a heavy "um", lowered his head and said slowly: "This is also feasible, our people are seriously insufficient, and it is also appropriate to let Thrall save our people as much as possible." ”

With that, Orgrimmar raised his head and asked Drektar, "By the way, Zurkin?" ”

Zurkin, the leader of the forest trolls, was captured by the elves during the Second Orc War and his whereabouts are unknown.

Drektar closed his eyes and shook his head gently: "I didn't know that soon after our defeat, the forest trolls and ogres collapsed, and they are still out of touch. ”

Silence, only a long silence remained.

"Hahaha" Orgrimmar's laughter echoed quickly in the room, and after laughing for about five seconds, he said slowly: "There is no coalition, no tribe, thousands of humans, my weakened strength, this is already a sure defeat." ”

Drektar looked at Orgrimmar in front of him seriously, and said calmly, "No, Great Chief, the orcs won't fail, because Thrall is here." ”

"Sal?" Orgrimmar sighed, and then said, "Individual bravery is nothing, you must know that in the human kingdom, there are countless strong men. ”

In Orgrimmar's mind, Lothar's appearance suddenly appeared. He stood up, raised the hammer of destruction in his hand, and shouted loudly, "Strength is honor. ”

Drektar stood up, but instead of raising the warhammer in his hand, he said calmly, "Thrall will save the orcs." ”

"Why are you so sure?" Orgrimmar was already vaguely angry, even after the war, his strength was rapidly weakening, but now he had the strength of the peak of legend, as the great chief of the tribe, how could he tolerate Drektar to keep mentioning Thrall.

"Thrall is a powerful shaman."

"Sacrifice." Orgrimmar frowned slightly, then said, "They're not as strong as the Warlocks?" ”

"But if it weren't for Gul'dan, the tribe wouldn't have been defeated, would it?"

This sentence pierced Orgrimmar's heart, and his nose was bubbling with a rough breath, it was precisely because Gul'dan left in the final decisive battle, and took the Death Knight Legion with him, and went to the Endless Sea to find the grave of the demon king Sargeras, how could the tribe be defeated.

"That bastard!" Orgrimmar spat out the words from between his teeth.

Drektar looked cautiously at Orgrimmar in front of him, and then said slowly, "Thrall is well versed in the way of shamans, connecting with the elements of Azeroth, and the gods will have pointed us to a new continent, just like the Draru. ”

"The raven, who calls himself the Guardian, has told me everything in my dreams. We must listen to God's teachings. ”

"I hope so."

Drektar nodded, looking at Orgrimmar who had calmed down, and couldn't help but show a trace of sadness in his heart, this orc has lost his enterprising spirit under the tempering of the years, and it is no longer suitable to lead the tribe again.

"My chief, we must craft the Stone Elemental in a faster time, and then use the power of nature to maneuver around the Alterac Mountains with Lordaeron."

Orgrimmar nodded

………………

When he heard the last Locke, he wisely retreated from inside, and the two orc leaders just now were discussing in the room nothing more than how they should attack the kingdom of Alterac, then how to control the local humans, and finally gather the orcs to build up their forces, and finally complete the counterattack on Lordaeron.

In fact, Drektar led an alternate path, which Thrall and the Guardian had told him to lead his clan to the Endless Sea in search of a new continent.

But Orgrimmar suppressed the order in his capacity as the Grand Chief.

This is also the result of Locke's work, and historically, when Orgrimmar arrived at the Frostwolf Clan, Thrall had actually taken the leadership of the Orcs and led the army to the Endless Sea. However, due to Locke's change in timeline, Orgrimmar came to the Frostwolf Clan ahead of schedule, and then changed the familiar history.

Locke began to scout the orc camp, and after coming out of the center point, there were no targets worthy of detectives in the orc camp, except for the watchtower, which was the small house where the orcs lived, and these places knew at a glance that they had no value.

Just when Locke felt that there was no need to investigate, he saw an unusual elemental fluctuation in the mountain peaks behind the Frostwolf Clan's camp.

For a moment, Locke remembered what the orcs had called "the core of the elements." This made him start drifting towards the cliff behind him.

As soon as I entered the cliff, I saw such a scene.

Five orc warlocks, holding a shadow line in their hands, imprisoned a stone elemental about thirty meters tall in the stone formation.