The orcs hadn't dispersed since the last rendezvous.

Once again, they formed a formidable force and rushed towards Arathi with a bang, rescuing countless shelters along the way.

The human world has temporarily fallen into a tense and awkward situation.

This time, the orcs did not pose much of a threat to the surrounding people and land, leaving many rulers unclear about their purpose.

But the necessary battles are still needed.

A large contingent of humans quickly blocked the orcs in the Arathi Heights.

Kael'thas doesn't know how Grom escaped the human pursuers last time, but now it looks like a big battle is indispensable.

He and Gianna witnessed the battle from the side.

-- The day of the battle.

Orgrim and Thrall rode wolves, side by side in front of all the orcs.

Behind them were several powerful orcs of Grom and King Sarufar.

"There's no escaping this battle, Sal."

With his huge black axe in his hand, Orgrim turned to Sal beside him and asked:

"Do you still want to show mercy to these humans?"

He liked the young orc, not only because Thrall had saved his people from being weakened with his spells, but also because Thrall was the child of Orgrim's best friend.

Orgrim and Sal's father were good friends who grew up together.

He originally thought that he would never see this friend's child again, but he didn't expect that a group of wolves would bring back hope for him.

After Thrall inherited the shamanic way, Drektar, the old shaman of the Frostwolf Clan, sent his Frostwolf to invite Orgrim, who had escaped from prison, to the Frostwolf Clan.

Young Thrall used his fists to make the old chieftain Ogrim admit that he was powerful.

Together, they plan to save their people, and they have been successful. What's even more surprising is that in the battles for the liberation of the concentration camps, Thrall's powerful spells and excellent command skills shine like a light in the night, almost overshadowing Orgrim.

Ogrim had to admit that he was getting old.

During the battle at the Lordamir asylum, as he watched in the darkness and shouted, 'You are free!' 'Thor, Ogrim felt the long-subsiding blood boiling again, and he clearly realized that a star belonging to the orcs, belonging to the new era, was rising.

[This is the one who can replace you!] 】

A voice cried out in Orgrim's heart.

He then remembered the prophecy of the weapon in his hand, the hammer of destruction.

"The last person to get the Hammer of Doom will lead the orcs to prosperity and then to destruction, and then the hammer of destruction will pass to a person who is not a member of the Blackstone clan, and this person will lead the orcs to prosperity."

Orgrim was the last man, leading the orcs to prosperity in war, but then to destruction.

The first half was achieved, but what about the second half?

Orgrim thought about it for a long time before he finally made up his mind that he was going to give up the position of High Chief to Thrall.

But before he can do that, he needs to be sure of one more thing.

Thrall was too gentle with humans, and Orgrim wanted to know if Thrall really didn't want to cause a bigger controversy, or if he was simply cowardly towards humans.

"No, I'm not going to show mercy to these humans."

Next, young Sal pressed Orgrim's last worries with his words.

"I don't want to be violent against the world, but I won't spare the enemy on the battlefield."

Thrall looked at the human camp opposite and said:

"When you go to the battlefield, there is no such thing as mercy and mercy."

He turned his spirited gaze to the hammer of destruction and raised his head slightly:

"Power and glory!"

"Isn't that what you taught me?"

Many months had passed, and the young orc had become more presence-sharp.

Orgrim burst out laughing.

"Haha, that's a good point, power and glory!"

He smiled and led the attack.

After the war that spread throughout the highland grasslands, the orcs were more brave than humans could bear. Several human kingdoms thought that the curse weakened the orcs, and there had been no big battles before, so the number of people they sent was not very sufficient.

Orgrim's mind was spinning as he slowly left the large army of orcs during the battle.

Dozens of human paladins surrounded him and charged, and Orgrim's wandered past them, killing a few poor fellows in a matter of moments.

Some orcs spotted him.

"Orgrim! Orgrim!! ”

These orcs shouted his name and fought bravely, taking glory for him.

On the other side, however, the same people were shouting Sal's name, cheering for the young savior.

[Times have changed]

Ogrim thought to himself both happily and sadly.

He realized that his old fellow could no longer bring any glory to the tribe, and as time passed, his brilliance would gradually be overshadowed by Thrall and then die in the dimness.

That's not how a hero should die.

Orgrim loved the tribe, and he couldn't do anything to Thrall, who could give the tribe a new lease of life.

[I must leave. 】

Thinking of this in his heart, his whole body trembled with excitement and enthusiasm.

In the chaos of the battlefield, Orgrim single-handedly killed hundreds of human soldiers, and his physical strength was somewhat overwhelmed after years of torture in prison.

The time is almost up

Orgrim watched the orcs running in the distance, and as he knocked down another attacking enemy, he deliberately left the space in his back for a paladin, who, in ecstasy, stabbed him in the chest with a long sword.

Heart-rending pain

[Did it succeed?] 】

With a roar, Orgrim slashed the paladin in half behind him, then fell to the ground with a slump of his body.

"Chief!!"

Grim and Thrall ran over with a roar.

Orgrim was helped to his feet, and he struggled to open his eyes and look at Thrall, the orc's hope.

"Looks like I won't be able to inherit it."

He laughed, blood flowed from his mouth, and his voice was hoarse and painful:

"Sal, I need your help."

The young shaman was held tightly by Orgrim's hand on his shoulder.

"You are now the son of the chief Durontan, and you will put on my armor and take up my hammer to fight for the Horde."

The black hammer was given to Thrall by Orgrim.

Sal took it in a bit of a daze.

"Don't use that expression."

Orgrim's face was contorted with pain, but he still forced himself to make a wry smile:

"Sal you can, this is something that only you can do"

He said this, and then asked Grom to switch him to another place, with his back to Sal.

"Help me pull out my sword"

Ogrim requested:

"It will make me die quickly, so that I will not die at the hands of a nobody, but yours"

"Sal, this is the most glorious way to die"

This may be the final test for Sal.

For orcs, death is not a big deal, what matters is the cause of death.

If Thrall had drawn his sword, Orgrim would have become a great legend - he had made Thrall the Great Chief with his active death.

Ogrim rejoiced at such a death, and he drew a perfect end for himself with his own hands.

Humanity suddenly withdrew, and more and more orcs gathered around, quietly watching what was happening.

They didn't speak, just looked at Sal with sad and expectant eyes.

Gritting his teeth, Thrall gripped the hilt of his sword anyway.

"I'll bring glory back to the orcs."

He promised, and drew his sword with all his might.

Orgrim's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Haha"

He chuckled and closed his eyes, at least he was happier than Lothar had died.

From this moment on, Thrall became the new leader of the orcs.

This night, the young shaman stood in front of all the orcs in his old armor and with the hammer of destruction.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, under the reflection of dense torches, he uttered the first command.

- "To establish a nation in the New World?" ”

Inside the human command post, Gianna opened her mouth wide:

"Does that mean the continent of Kalimdor?"

"I think so."

She was answered by an older voice, the paladin Uther, the leader of the human army.

"But this orc chief is really a little different from the original one."

Uther had the information in his hand, and then smiled at Kael'thas and said:

"I think Your Highness, your advice may be right."

In the previous battle, Kael'thas made a surprise visit to the command post and then advised Uther to retreat.

Although Uther did not know why, he also realized that the orcs were not something that could be defeated by the current team, and in order to retain his strength, he ordered a retreat.

Now it seems likely that Kael'thas meant more than just the war.

Uther's first order from the new orc chief was to stay away from the continent, much to Uther's surprise.

"It's troublesome this time, and his words will make it harder for the kings to make decisions."

He said with a wry smile.

"Indeed, it doesn't look like orcs pose a threat to the continent."

Kael'thas nodded, then muttered:

"But if the orcs continue to save their companions before they leave, there will be no accidents."

This is his biggest headache.

In case the actions of the orcs exceed the bottom line of humans, such a new battle will definitely not be less.

At this point, Kael'thas decided to trust Sal.

Moreover, the powerful guys of the orc tribe (Salufar, Grom, etc.) are all there, and the human kings should not be willing to make too many sacrifices, but will be happy to see them leave

"At least my father won't let them go."

Gianna seemed to read Kael'thas in his thoughts and said something cold.

(To be continued)