Once in the distant days of Draenor, Orgrim Doomhammer, Durontan, and Grom Hellroar were three of the bravest warriors of the orc tribe.

Loyal to his allies and feared by his enemies, Durotan led his clan to live in the harshest of lands. His Frostwolf Clan rejected the Iron Tribe's call to unify the orcs, choosing instead to focus on their own survival.

They are stationed in the icy Frost Fire Ridge, covered with fur for warmth, and domesticated with giant frost wolves. These frostwolves accompany their masters in battle after battle, and unleash a deadly howl against their enemies.

The haughty and furious Grom Hellroar only approves of the right to speak when wielded with a tomahawk. His Warsong Clan is a nomadic clan of sharpshooters and wolf cavalry who are the vanguard of the Iron Tribe, specializing in razing enemy lands and homes before leaving the ashes in ruins.

The calm and sophisticated Orgrim Doomhammer is the only outlier in the tribe to use stratagem......

He seems to be more fond of intrigue and the thrill of playing with his enemies than the usual violence of other orc leaders.

Prior to his attack on Lordaeron, he had sent a small force to the distant elven kingdom of Quel'Thalas, with the intention of luring and disrupting the enemy's strategic plans.

Orgrim Doomhammer's tactics were so successful that the Alliance hastily dispatched Tulayan and over 1,000 elite soldiers to Quel'Thalas, unaware of the enemy's movements. As a result, they fell into the trap of the enemy and searched in vain through the Silvermoon Forest.

The three of them were once the proudest beings in the continent of Draenor, the drums of war beat for them, the beasts roared for them, and even Guldan, Kilrog and the others could only look up to their glory.

However, Gul'dan quietly betrayed the tribe, and the demonic gift he brought changed the fate of the three of them, and the entire orc tribe......

Grom Hellroar was the first to drink the blood of demons in pursuit of even greater power. And Orgrim Doomhammer, after hesitating for a moment, also accepted the demon's gift at the behest of others.

Of the three, only Durotan insisted on the noble bloodline of the orcs. He refused to drink the blood of demons, but he was also hated by Gul'dan!

Today, Durotan and his Frostwolf clan have been banished south of the Alterac Valley for their advice to Gul'dan. The only two remaining orc leaders are at the end of their rope and are besieged in the Alterac Valley by a mighty coalition of humans.

With the roar of thunder and lightning, the rain became heavier and heavier......

On the main battlefield of Alterac, only Orgrim Doomhammer and his command of less than 1,000 orc warriors remained. And they were faced with thousands of Union soldiers.

The corpses on the ground were piled up, and the stench of severed limbs and arms spread to every corner of the valley.

With the huge difference in numbers, the outcome of the war seems to have been settled. But as the Great Chief, Orgrim Doomhammer, the glorious of the Horde, is still making his last stand!

Roar!

Orgrim Doom's roar and his assault arrived at about the same time. This time, he took aim at Tirio Fordin, a powerful paladin.

Unlike the languishing demeanor of ordinary orc warriors, Orgrim Hammer of Doom's strength and spirit have been greatly strengthened by the effect of demonic blood. Bloodthirsty killings dominate his will, making him fight tirelessly.

Even if it is cast in copper and iron, the energetic orc chief will have a limit to his body.

But the presence of demonic blood in his body made him not afraid of pain and death, until he died of exhaustion.

That's why Orgrim Doomhammer has been suppressing the demonic blood in his body and preventing him from bursting out. If it weren't for the fact that the orc tribe was facing an existential crisis now, he would never have activated the demonic blood in his body.

Seeing that the enemy's target was aimed at him, Tirio Fording did not dare to be careless. He set Arthas aside, unable to fall to the ground, and swung his hammer to block Orgrim Doom's attack.

Boom!

The two weapons intersected with a screeching sound.

But Orgrim, who had activated the demonic blood in his body, was beyond the power of Tirio Fordin. He could only control his strength with great difficulty, not allowing the opponent's offensive to advance an inch.

The two wrestled with each other, but in terms of brute force alone, ordinary humans were no match for orc chieftains born with divine powers. In the process of stalemate with his opponent, Tirio Ferding gradually fell to the downside...

Just when the paladin was exhausted and his flaws were faintly exposed, he suddenly felt his opponent's strength stagnate.

The battle-hardened Tirio seized the opportunity. Taking advantage of his opponent's slackness, he slammed into the air and offloaded Orgrim's offense.

Immediately, before the opponent could come to his senses, the paladin slashed out with another swift sweep. He even did not hesitate to expend his mental power and used the Hammer of Justice to strengthen the offensive.

In order not to be struck by the scorching light, Orgrim had to leap backwards. Tirio's attack grazed the skull chain on his opponent's chest, leaving a shadow in his wake.

After a tentative attack, the two men distanced themselves and tried to find a new opportunity to attack.

Orgrim Doomhammer's nose moved, and he had an unusually sensitive sense of smell on the battlefield, and he smelled something unusual from the stalemate just now.

With a strong grip on his strength, he will never let up in the middle of the battle. But just now, he suddenly felt a lightness in his body, and the ensuing weakness made him almost unable to hold the weapon in his hand. If it weren't for his strong will to reunite his strength, perhaps he would have become the ghost of the paladin's sword.

The perceptive orc chief suddenly sensed that something was wrong. Immediately, his hideous gaze swept across the battlefield.

A human teenager came into his field of vision......

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, this black-haired teenager, who is bland and unremarkable in terms of appearance and dress, is not the slightest threat. But in the eyes of Orgrim, whose strength is infinitely close to that of a demigod and has the ability to perceive enemies, Xue Huan's true strength is exposed.

"A human warlock!?"

Orgrim Hammer of Destruction looked at Xue Huan not far away, his pupils revealing surprise. He felt the demonic blood flowing through the boy's body!

Could it be that this human boy had any contact with that guy Gul'dan?

Orgrim's confusion about Xue Huan's strength has surpassed that of Tirio Fordin. Arrogant, he didn't even pay attention to the paladin in front of him. He knew that after the tentative contact just now, his opponent was very jealous of his strength. Before he did it first, the other party would never dare to act rashly.

There is an insurmountable gap between the novice paladins and the demigods...

It has to be said that Ogrim's judgment was very accurate.

Hold on to the enemy, that's Tirio Fordin's current plan. After the confrontation just now, the paladin knew very well in his heart that he was not the opponent of the orc leader in front of him. If he attacks rashly, then his end must be very miserable.

Only by waiting for the opponent to take the lead in attacking, while he is on the defensive, can he be invincible.

Moreover, now Uther, Farrar is unconscious, and Arthas is also unable to bear the ground. If he also fell as a paladin at this time, then the consequences for the Alliance Army would be unimaginable.

For the sake of the Union...

He can't back down!

Don't hesitate in the slightest!