"Fourth-Order Hunter!" Garrosh was taken aback. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As he expected, not long ago, Ishara had advanced to the Fourth Order, and she was the first in the Arathi Basin.

Taking advantage of Garrosh's stunned moment, Ishara was brave, pointed at the front row of the orc wolf cavalry with her bow and arrow, and single-handedly swept sideways in front of the enemy line. Stabbed by her killing intent, those wolves subconsciously slowed down, and the Arathi Basin team took this opportunity to quickly beat the horse and open the distance.

Garrosh almost got his nose crooked, but just as he was about to chase again, there was a scream behind him, and when he looked back, a group of elite horsemen rushed out of the human pursuers, chasing after the refugees and firing bows and arrows, so as to kill the old and weak women and children who could not run fast.

"Despicable!" Garrosh hated the tomahawk and led his men to run back.

At the front of the orc refugees, the four members of the Angry Sea Waves team ran dejectedly, what a lot of effort, Cheng Xiaotian was actually gone. The human army came too suddenly, and they didn't dare to break away from the team easily, so they could only run with the orcs.

Ever since I came to Draenor I've been running for my life, it's been a terrible feeling.

"Captain, if we can run away this time, we have to find a safe place to rest, I can't run anymore." The old donkey was panting and complaining, counting his short legs and running extremely hard.

"Then you have to be able to run away." Ildonis complained angrily, "I guess this time, we'll have to run all the way to ......"

Speaking of which, Garrosh was rushing back with a large group of wolf cavalry to support, and Ildonis thought of something and hurriedly stopped him.

"Chief, we can't run anymore." Ildonis tugged at Garrosh's reins and said with a solemn expression.

Garrosh was so anxious at this time that he forcibly suppressed the urge to kick away the night elf, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean?" ”

Ildonis pointed ahead, "Further on, we'll have to be Maghan!" ”

Hearing this, Garrosh was startled, and instantly understood what Ildonis meant. The enemy deliberately did not press up and engaged, but only drove them behind, apparently, in order to drive them all to Maghan and kill them all.

Maghan is a solitary peak standing on the steppe, the mountain is steep, Fenreth they set up their base camp on the mountain, thinking that it is easy to hold on, but once the enemy army is too large to a certain extent, the whole mountain will be enclosed, and then there will be no need to fight at all, and the people on the mountain will die of thirst if they do not starve to death!

It is almost certain that Maghan is now besieged, otherwise, they would not have sent so many men to sweep through the steppe.

"What to do?!" Shocked by the plan of the Azeroth coalition, Garrosh panicked, and his former calm was gone. The enemy is so powerful, their small clan is like an ant, if one is not handled well, it will be wiped out at any time.

Ildonis tugged at Garrosh's reins, thinking as he ran forward, then raised his head after a moment and asked slowly, "Great Chief, if you have to sacrifice some people, who do you think should be sacrificed?" ”

Garrosh was puzzled, "Sacrifice? Of course, it's us, the fighters. ”

"Good! Then there is a way! When Ildonis heard this, he applauded, and as he pulled Garrosh down, he cried out in a loud voice: "All who can fight come down and give up the wolf rider to the old man and the child." ”

Garrosh didn't understand what he was up to, but he rolled over and jumped off, seeing his chief dismount and the other orc warriors following suit.

"Now, you can only fight and fight for the continuation of the clan." Ildonis shouted loudly.

When Garrosh heard this, he finally understood what he meant.

Ildonis continued: "We can no longer be driven like a flock of sheep, there is a dead end in front of us, and now, the only way to survive is to go to Blade Mountain as originally planned, but to do this, I am afraid that many people will have to die. ”

"Your Excellency, tell me about your plan." Priest Degong hurriedly asked.

Ildonius looked at the eager eyes of these orcs, and slowly spoke: "The pursuers only have a part of the cavalry, and their ordinary war horses are not as fast as our wolf horses, so just let the old and weak women and children ride on the wolves, and then the warriors left behind will drag the enemy army to the death, and there is a chance to go around." ”

Hardly without any hesitation, Garrosh roared with a fierce look in his eyes when he heard this: "All the warriors let the wolf out and follow me to cut people." ”

As soon as the order was given, the wolf cavalry jumped off their mounts in groups and approached Garrosh with their battle axes.

"Women and children are all wolves!" Garrosh roared loudly, and the unknown women subconsciously did so, leading their children to roll over and ride on the wolf.

"And the old man." Ildonis reminded from the side.

Garrosh didn't answer, but just stared at the rear, where an army of tens of thousands of horsemen pressed over.

"We don't have enough wolves." Dragone shook his head at Ildonis and sighed, and Ildonis nodded and closed his mouth tightly.

Suddenly, Garrosh turned around, grabbed Ildonis by the shoulders, stared at his amber eyes, and said solemnly: "The idea is yours, you have to be responsible, take my people out and hand them over to Great Elder Cheng Xiaotian, please!" ”

In the last sentence, Garrosh used all his strength and roared loudly, and Ildonis was frightened and nodded subconsciously.

At this point, Garrosh seemed to have done the most important thing, took a step back, and slammed his axe on his chest.

Tong! Tong! Tong!

All the orc warriors who remained slammed their chests hard, making a heaven-shattering sound.

Dragone drove the wolf to Ildonis, stretched out his hand to him, nodded and shouted, "Come with me." ”

Next, several priests came to the side of the Raging Sea Storm Squad and picked up all four of them.

The pursuers were behind him, and the harassment was non-stop, and almost every second someone fell, and there was no longer any delay.

"Let's go!"

Garrosh roared like thunder, and the wolves who had been on board the women and children were frightened and ran forward with their legs outstretched.

"Let's go! Walk! Come on! Garrosh chased after the wolves, hissing and screaming, stamping his feet desperately and driving the wolves away.

"Alas......" Priest Degun sighed, unable to bear to look back.

Farther away, the human pursuers were also stunned, and gradually slowed down.

In the middle, Garrosh led about 2,000 men to stay, standing silently in place. They have no mounts, they can't get out of the battle, and their numbers are absolutely outnumbered, and there is only one way waiting for them - bloody battle to the death!

"Brothers, fight a good fight." Garrosh watched his people leave, as if he had let go of a concern, and his face relaxed. As he spoke, he strode through the crowd with his tomahawk in his hand, and wherever he went, the orc warriors immediately followed, and the formation was formed by him into a reverse edge.

"Blood and thunder accompany us! Glory to us! Garrosh began to trot, toward the human army that could not be seen in sight, and gradually increased in speed.

His men followed closely, their heavy footsteps stomping the earth like the drums of war. In the distance behind them, the team of wolf riders gathered tightly together, and after running wildly for a while, they began to turn, making a large arc, and turned to the northeast.

Directly opposite, in the middle of the human army, a general looked at the orcs who pounced like wolves, frowned, and asked, "Who is that person?" ”

His lieutenant pulled out a wad of paper from his satchel, flipped through several sheets, and handed it to the officer, which had a portrait of Garrosh next to it: Warsong Clan Chieftain, Grom - Son of Hellroar - Garrosh - Hellroar.

On the other side of the battlefield, Isara, with her team standing on a mound, watched the scene speechless.

"It's a warrior." Isara said lightly.

As soon as his words fell, an earth-shattering cry rang out from the battlefield.

At the moment when they were about to meet the enemy, the orcs shouted in unison: "Lockta! Oga! ”

Garrosh stepped out of the crowd in a few big strides, leaped high, raised the blood roar high above the top with both hands, and smashed it down against the thousands of horses waiting for him below. (To be continued.) )