Orgrim rushed out like crazy, and with the rest of his troops, he galloped along the road to the south. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoAs for the orc squads that were separated, let them be, and at this time, who will remember them.

In fact, those scattered orc teams, destroying along the way, killing people when they encountered them, and running away after killing, really made the Lordaeron soldiers who chased them so bad that they could only chase after them, and even split some people again and ran to the front to intercept them.

The evil deeds of the orcs invaded Quel'Thalas, setting the stage for their demise. Irelia, the Ranger General of Silvermoon City, led a team of High Elf Rangers, starting with Quel'Thalas, and wiped out all the orcs he encountered along the way, which saved the Lordaeron soldiers a lot of trouble.

Lothar incorporated the soldiers of Stormwind into Lordaeron's troops, and after arriving at Irelia, he followed the orc's trail all the way and began to pursue.

Ogrim was unusually depressed, and he suddenly realized that his strategy might have gone wrong from the start. After withdrawing from Dalaran, he should have waited for the army behind him halfway and then dealt him a head-on blow. The forces in the north are still in a state of readiness, and it is very likely that this human force will be annihilated in one fell swoop.

But it was too late, and he had already been driven south by the humans. He knew that the current human forces were no longer invincible, they were too numerous, and they were constantly replenished. But he is alone, and no matter how brave his warriors are, it is impossible to defeat an enemy who is several times his size.

"Damn Kilrog, under such a good opportunity, he actually slipped away alone for that bullshit mission!" Orgrim cursed as he ran.

After two days of running, Orgrim's heart began to despair, Lordaeron's human forces were still closely following, and there were a few times when they were about to catch up, if he hadn't desperately escaped, and left a small group of orcs behind, I am afraid that he would have hated a foreign land.

Ogrim fled with the remnants of his defeated army all the way to Danmoro. According to his ideas, the climate and geographical conditions of the snow-capped mountains unique to Danmoro should be favorable to him. The orcs and their wolves are well adapted to this kind of mountain travel. Humans, on the other hand, do not have the superior physical strength to support high-intensity pursuits.

As it turned out, Orgrim was indeed right, human horses are really very difficult in the snowfields of Danmorrow, and usually in deep snow, they directly cut off half of the horse's legs.

The physical strength of human soldiers, even the strongest senior officers, under the conditions of Dan Moro, can not withstand the continuous high-intensity pursuit.

Although the journey was extremely difficult, the humans did not give up or relax their pursuit of the orcs, and if they could not wipe out those hateful alien creatures, they might one day make a comeback.

Orgrim had a good calculation, but he had forgotten about one thing, and that was the dwarves of Danmorrow. It wasn't that he deliberately ignored the dwarf factor, because he was really pressed for time and didn't let him think about it at all. Coupled with the fact that they don't have much contact with dwarves, it's normal to forget about them.

Aside from Orgrim, the most depressed is the dwarven king Magni. After receiving the news of the orc invasion, he personally organized the dwarven mountain patrol and the dwarven warriors of Ironforge Castle to run to the junction of Danmoro and Rockmordan to stop the orc troops.

But to Magni's surprise, the orcs had no intention of entering Danmoro at all, and went directly over the mountain to the north.

After receiving the reward that the orcs had already experienced, he was angry and stomped his feet, but there was nothing he could do. Dwarves are not known for their speed, and if they want to pursue orcs, they are something that should not be thought of.

Magni left some of his soldiers behind and returned to Ironforge with the rest of his troops. It wasn't until Stormwind's army drove through that his troops returned to the road leading to Ironforge.

But it was precisely because of this that on the way back to Ironforge, he met Orgrim, who was fleeing south.

"Orcs!" One of Magni's subordinates pointed to the horizon of the vast snowfield, and a row of dark shadows shouted.

Magni followed the direction of his finger, squinted his eyes, his face suddenly turned ugly, and shouted, "Array, let these bastards see the strength of our dwarves!" ”

The dwarven queue formed in an instant, and the warriors stood in the front row with shields, protecting the ranger musketeers behind.

Orgrim was running away single-mindedly, when suddenly there was a "bang", and the orc warriors around him fell several times in an instant. The blood hole on his body was bubbling outward, and he was obviously not alive.

Orgrim lowered his body and rode swiftly on a wolf, catching his eye with rows of dwarven warriors holding shields at his level.

Orgrim had a headache, there were pursuers behind him, and there was interception in front, which really made him have no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth.

"Knock them over and get out!" Orgrim yelled and gave the order. He didn't dare to fight, he finally managed to distance himself from the pursuers behind him, in case he was caught up, it would really be a dead end!

"Get out of here!" Orgrimmar roared, and the giant wolf under him violently crossed over the heads of the dwarven warriors in the front row, and the giant hammer in his hand instantly knocked over several people.

The orc warriors behind also shouted and crashed in. Although it seems ferocious, it is actually the end of a strong crossbow. A few days of escaping had worn out what little of their energy had left.

Although the dwarf warrior is short in stature, he is very fast, coupled with the fire in his belly, and when he sees the orcs at this moment, he also does his best.

The hammer in Magni's hand also flew up and down, striking the orc's body hard. Orgrim looked left and right, and all the orc warriors were caught in a tragic strangulation, making it impossible for them to get out.

Since you can't run, let's kill it!

Orgrim's eyes were even redder, and they were filled with blood, with a bloodthirsty sneer on the corner of his mouth, and the giant hammer in his hand smashed down hard. The hammer of destruction in his hand, with every swing, can sweep a dwarven warrior, and every swing can take the lives of several dwarves.

Gradually, the ordinary dwarves could no longer entertain him, and he set his sights on Magni.

Orgrim didn't know that he was the Dwarven King, but from Magni's outfit and the guards around him, he guessed that this dwarf's identity must be unusual.

Magni was also helpless at this time, the attack power of the orcs brought a strong impact to him, and usually an orc needs several dwarves to kill together.

He also saw the tall and mighty orc, his eyes more blood-red than the other orcs, staring at him with a malicious sneer.

Buy a shock, he is not good at force, if no one can stop him, he may be martyred.

The corners of Orgrim's mouth curled up, revealing a fang on the side of his mouth, and he could feel that the dwarf was a little scared when he was on the outside, and he enjoyed the performance of his opponent.

Without any hesitation, Orgrim raised the hammer in his hand and rushed forward instantly, knocking away several of the king's guards who came up to intercept him, and smashed the giant hammer in his hand towards Magni violently.

Magni instinctively raised the hammer in his hand to block, but an impact from Orgrim with all his might could not be resisted.

The hammer in Magni's hand suddenly shattered, and his body flew into the sky with the impact, falling more than ten meters away.

"Brother!" A cry of grief in the distance made Orgrim look up, but he couldn't help but be shocked.

The pursuers behind have caught up at some point, and they can see the badges on the armor of those guys!

The orcs who were fighting let out a shout in unison, each throwing down their opponents, turning their heads and running towards the south of Danmoro.

Muradin stared at Orgrim in grief and ran quickly towards Magni, who had fallen to the ground.

Lothar is also covered with frost, could it be that Magni will be the first leader of the Alliance to die in battle? If that's the case, it's not just a loss for the dwarves, it's a loss for the Alliance!

Seeing that his soldiers had collapsed, Orgrim also glanced at Lothar, who was still in the distance, a few times with hatred, turned his head and stepped on his wolf, and walked away?