The tribe is preparing for the aftermath.

High Chief Orgrim had begun a systematic effort to disperse the clan's various clans, knowing full well that the war was soon to be lost, and that the Dark Gate was completely closed, and that they had nowhere to escape.

After secretly contacting the Alliance, Orgrim settled his Blackstone Clan in the Blackstone Towers of the Burning Plains to survive, which was the lowest acceptable bottom line for the Alliance.

Of course, Orgrim paid no small price for this, as the Titan demanded the allegiance of a clan in exchange.

To put it simply, if you want several clans to take refuge in the Alliance's territory, then you can give me as many clans of the same size as money to buy the road.

In the end, Boss Hu got his wish and got a mocking clan that was smaller than the scale of the Blackstone clan.

The Mocking Skull Clan's centripetal force for the tribe is not very high, their patriarch is a cannibal mage named Mogu, whose hometown is located in the Farranlon Plains of the Draenor World and parts of the Frostfire Ridge, but the Frostwolf Clan has occupied most of the Frostfire Ridge for generations, so the Mocking Skull Clan has always lived in a small area in the east of the Frostfire Ridge, and their lair is still located on the huge island of the Farlan Plain on the near continent.

Therefore, the Great Chief Orgrim, in line with the idea of getting rid of the burden, threw the Mocking Skull Clan to Boss Hu.

The orcs of the Skull Clan wear masks made of white bones, and have various patterns painted on the masks with scarlet dye or blood.

The mouth of the mask, the shape is somewhat similar and slightly mocking, the eyes are also narrowed into a line, the enemy saw a group of masked orcs wearing a mocking expression on the battlefield charging towards them, this impression and visual impact is very profound, which is also the origin of the name of the mocking clan.

Orgrim stood upstream of a river in the Alterac Mountains that flowed down the river to the Hillsbrad Hills below.

The Great Chief crouched down and lowered a sturdy rattan basket into the river, in which lay Gouyle, the only son of his best friend Durotan.

Orgrim didn't dare to bet, and he didn't know if the humans would spare the orc babies and children, although the Southern Alliance promised to help the orcs after the defeat and capture to fight for a better life according to the situation, but who knows if this was the perfunctory behavior of the cunning alliance dogs.

The loser is not qualified to make a claim, and Orgrim knows that very well.

"May the ancestors bless you, Gouyle... May you thrive and may you one day be able to see your father again. Orgrim murmured, and gave a solemn chest-beating salute, looking at the drifting basket with sadness and sorrow on his face.

On the other hand, the Dragonmaw Clan secretly returned to the wetlands with their precious dragon eggs, but were still spotted by the High Elves' ranger scouts.

Ogrim had no choice but to pay a small scale of the Thunderblade Clan and hand it over to Boss Hu as hush money.

The rest of the clans were unwilling to flee, and they all said that they would defend the Alterac Mountains and fight the final battle against the humans.

Orgrim wasn't a coward himself, and after sending off the first few clans, his patience was stretched to the limit.

"Well, so be it, the tribe will prove its glory here. ”

The Great Chief made the final decision.

Lordaeron's army did not disappoint the Horde either, and they quickly advanced here and launched a full-scale attack.

As expected, the strikers are again rows and rows of steel stars.

The orc warriors had called the Iron Star the Suicide Wheels, and now the Suicide Wheels were spewing flames from both sides and rolling towards them like a steamroller, causing a violent explosion.

The orcs are brave, the orcs are strong, but no matter how brave and strong they are, they are only flesh and blood after all, in the face of this explosion of steel and gunpowder, they are powerless, they can't resist, and the tribe's defenses are rapidly crumbling.

This time, Lordaeron used his strength to eat milk, poured the country's troops, and brought in prisoners from all over the country, with a posture that he wanted to defeat the tribe completely at once.

On the bloody and brutal battlefield, a large group of orcs suddenly rushed out of their positions, and they withstood the impact of the Iron Star and began to launch a final charge against the human army.

At the head of the pack is Grom Hellroar, whose scarlet skin flows demonic blood.

Before launching the charge, he asked Orgrim to take care of the few remaining orcs in his Warsong Clan who had not drunk the blood of the fallen demons, and then led all the orcs who had drunk the blood of Warsong to launch a desperate charge against the humans.

They completely ignored the arrows and muskets, and ignored the Iron Star whizzing overhead.

By the time Grom finally rushed to the human position, there were less than fifty people left around him.

The patriarch of the Warsong Clan raised his battle axe and roared blood, whipping up barbs of flesh and severed limbs among the human soldiers.

The human formation was suddenly confused, but then Uther pressed down, regrouped, and surrounded the orc stormtroopers of less than fifty people.

The battlefield was quiet for a moment, the human army did not attack, and the war song orcs in the encirclement gasped and did not attack.

"Lay down your arms, Grom, you and your people have proven your glory and bravery, lay down your arms, and I assure you in the name of the Light that you will not lose your lives. ”

Uther strode out of the formation, looked at the orc chief covered in blood in front of him, and said calmly, without any discrimination or hatred.

He respects any fearless warrior, even if he is his own enemy.

Grom laughed at this, and then raised the roar of blood in his hand.

"Orcs will never be slaves!"

"Warsong Clan, listen to my orders and attack !!"

In the tribal army formation, the Great Chief Orgrim clenched his fists and looked at the encirclement on the battlefield, and the number of War Song orcs who could still stand at this moment was rapidly decreasing.

He even wanted Grom to surrender and save these precious warriors for the Horde, but he didn't, because it was Grom*Hell's Roar, and the name said it all.

Grom felt like he didn't have the strength to clench his fists anymore, and the blood in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

His scarlet-skinned body was pierced by at least ten spears, bleeding profusely, and his eyes began to blur.

Once again, the human soldiers parted like a tide, and Uther walked up to Grom, looked at him, and gave a solemn chest-beating salute.

"Even though you are an orc and an enemy of humanity, I still salute you, warrior. ”

Grom grinned wide, hard, blood streaming down the corners of his mouth.

"The tribe ... Ahem... will not die ... Frost Wolf Clan... Durotan ... Cough... He will make ... Let the banner of the tribe ... Fluttering again ... ”

The body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Uther was silent for a moment, then waved his hand, "Bury him and his people, warriors shouldn't be in the wilderness." ”

Five days later.

The city of Alterac is broken, and Orgrim leads the tribe to fight to the death.

Clan Breaker Clan Patriarch Kargas * Blade Fist killed.

The patriarch of the Fireblade Clan, the Sword Saint Nierlu * Fireblade was killed in battle.

Orgrim, the Grand Chief of the Tribe, was desperately stopped by the chiefs of the other small clans and was eventually captured.

At this point, all the old tribes surrendered, and the old tribes were officially declared extinct.

The northern human kingdom led by Lordaeron will establish a large asylum in the Hillsbrad Hills and the Alterac region, where all orc captives will be held.

What awaits them is to be sold as slaves.

As long as you have the money, you can buy a few strong orc slaves to go home and help you farm and work.

The nobles bought orcs to force them to become gladiators, and then put them in the arena to kill each other or fight to the death against all kinds of ferocious beasts.

Riverside in the Hillsbrad Hills.

Two human attendants scooped up a basket from the river and presented it to a richly dressed nobleman behind him.

"Lord Blackmore, look, an orc cub with rare green skin!"

Blackmore nodded in satisfaction, and he decided to bring this orc baby back and train him to become a qualified leader in the future, and achieve that goal in his heart.