"Humans are coming. ”

Orgrim looked up from his deep thoughts, and he felt utter surprise at the trembling of Sarufar's words. If it was someone else, he would have thought it was fear, but the other party was Sarufar, one of his most capable generals.

He was sure that it was not fear, but more anger.

But not all of them are Sarufar.

"I know they're coming. Ogrim replied in a deep voice, his face heavy on his face. Standing up straight and looking back, Orgrim and his lieutenant were standing on an artificial platform at the edge of the mountaintop. Here, he could clearly see all the orcs gathered below.

The only remaining orcs.

The last time he stood in this position, his warriors were able to cover every corner of the plain below without a single stone exposed. But now, he found that this plain not only had large black stones, but the bare land was as black and red as dried blood, and there were almost no traces of green vegetation.

This barren land is not only a challenge for the Alliance, but also for the Horde.

Supplies and population, in the successive retreats, have been consumed.

"What should we do?" said Sarufar, who had a rare loss of assertiveness, "With the addition of gnomes and dwarves, the alliance is getting stronger and stronger, and we don't have enough numbers to fight back against them. ”

And they have no reinforcements.

The dragoons who had returned from the West Coast not long ago had brought news of the demon, and the black-toothed sneering had suffered heavy losses, and the few broken ships led by Red had nothing to help the tribe turn the tide of the situation.

In order to prevent the gnomes and dwarves from taking advantage of the Alliance's southward movement to form a flanking attack on the Horde, Kilrog had to lead the Blood Ring after Kazmodan was broken. As a result, it can be imagined that the Blood Ring Clan was almost completely wiped out.

The Dragonmaw Clan was unable to transfer those red dragons in time, and most of them were now trapped in Grimbaatar. Although the main force of the alliance has reached the foot of the Blackstone Mountain, the griffin knights of the Brute Hammer Dwarves hovered above Grimbaatar day and night, and they were already too busy to take care of themselves.

As for Kargas and his Broken Hand Clan, they had already been sent south by Orgrim a few days earlier, passing through the Dark Gate to bring troops to Draenor.

Most of the Shadowmoon Clan defected with Gul'dan, and most of the remaining were executed by Orgrim in anger, or killed by the Alliance on the battlefield because they were disliked by other orcs and did not receive better protection. The most infuriating thing is that when passing through Kazmodan, Twilight's hammer actually escaped overnight.

For now, perhaps the only one who can rescue the tribe in time seems to be the frost wolf who has disappeared?

A deep sneer welled on Orgrim's face, remembering the loss and warning of his best friend, and he could not regret it now.

If, if he had listened to Durotan in the morning, would the tribe still have ended up like this?

Whatever the answer, Ogrim knows that time can never be turned back.

"What should I do?" he looked at the blue banner that stood out on the red earth in the distance, and his determined expression gradually became firm, "We will fight!"

Ignoring Sarufar's sighs, Orgrim strode up the platform.

"Listen to me, my people!"

Orgrim roared and raised his hammer aloft. Without the help of any magic or props, the loud voice thundered throughout Blackstone Mountain.

Everyone looked at him.

"We have suffered the worst defeat and setback in history, countless of our compatriots have died tragically on the land of mankind, Gul'dan's betrayal has cost us dearly, and pain and suffering have always surrounded us. ”

"But we are still orcs, we are still tribes! every step we take will still shake the world!"

Cheers rang from below, and Orgrim recognized the indomitable Warsong Chief. However, his voice seemed so lonely and weak in this plain full of orcs.

Stopping Grom's anger with his eyes, Orgrim continued, "Now, the humans have followed us to this place. ”

He gritted his teeth, as if he hated those two words.

"They think they've defeated us, they think we're afraid of their power, like a wild dog running away with its tail between its legs!"

The relentless scolding reached everyone's ears, and Orgrim could feel the anger rolling in front of him.

"But I, Orgrim Doomhammer, Grand Chief of the Horde, will tell you that they are wrong, wrong!"

"We're here because this is our fortress, because we can be ready, ready to launch a deadly counterattack and continue to sweep our footsteps across the continent!"

"Lift up your heads! we have not lost, we are here because we are going to defeat them again!

"For the Horde!"

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"Kudran, take your griffin knights to the front, and I'll be the first to hear if the orcs continue to flee by other routes before we form a siege. ”

"Aurelia, take the dwarves and go around the mountainside. Tulayan, Uther, hold the main gate. When everything is ready, the gnomes' artillery units will cover your breakthrough through the orc strongholds. ”

At the foot of Mount Blackstone, the Coalition forces had set up a rudimentary camp on the high ground to the north.

There was no tent, so Lothar sat in the open with a large group of people, pointing to the map and giving orders in an orderly manner. Around them, all sorts of soldiers kept coming and going. Infantry cavalry of humans, elven archers, arcanists, dwarven muskets, and automatic troops of gnomes.

The sound of people, the sound of horses, the whistling of steam, all kinds of noise, combined with the unbearable heat that lingered in this land, looked like a mess.

But if you look closely, you can find that compared to the tribe, the alliance is busy and orderly, everyone is not idle, and everyone is strictly following the instructions. Moreover, everyone's faces revealed the same excitement and excitement.

The Horde, the invader who has brought untold sorrow to the entire eastern continent, is coming to an end at their hands.

However, there is one word that they may have overlooked. Called, happy and sad?

Long hair fluttered in the scorching wind, and the sturdy elven rangers swayed through the crowd like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed in front of the commanders.

"Haduron......" Aurelia had barely called out his name when the flaming Ranger immediately interrupted her question.

"It's an orc, an orc is coming!"

Lothar raised an eyebrow, and immediately turned his horse and rushed to the edge of the high ground, Tulayan following closely behind him. The others immediately came to their senses and ran towards their troops.

Orcs, who actually took the lead in attacking?

Arriving at the gate of the camp, Lothar clearly saw the green waves rushing in the distance, and the familiar and disgusting savage war cry made his whole body tense.

"Tulayan, Uther, tell everyone to form a defense!"

"Their attack is so sudden, we're afraid we won't have time to ......," Uther scratched at his beard. Just as he was in a state of frustration, a mechanical chocobo made of metal came up to them, propelled by a steam engine.

"Don't worry, boys, it's time to show the orcs the power of Nomorigan. "The Great Craftsman Mekatok, the leader of the gnomes. A few weeks ago, thanks to the liberation of his Horde-encroached territory by the Alliance, Mecatok immediately led his petite compatriots to join the Alliance.

Although many people were initially skeptical of these little ones, who were no more than ten years old, it turned out that they were wrong.

Thundered!

Lothar turned his head when he heard the news, only to see several huge steam tanks slowly moving forward, and as the thick barrels were driven by the gears, they raised into the sky, and a huge roar exploded on the high ground one after another.

With a sharp whistling, bursts of cannonballs burst into the sky and smashed into the front of the tribe.

Artillery fire kicked off the war.

Orgrim raised his hammer aloft aloft and with the help of the Warlock's magic, lightning bolts leaped over it.

In the next moment, more than a dozen dragons swept across the sky under the control of the orc riders, and with roars and flames, they swept through the human camp with impunity.

At the same time, a sharp hiss erupted from the camp, accompanied by a long roar that reached into the sky, and more than a hundred griffin knights rose from the ground, like a thick cloud of brown and white, engulfing the dragoons in an instant.

"Holy light!" the golden light shone on the warhammer in Uther's hand, and as he easily smashed the head of the first orc to rush to the high ground, one after another golden lights bloomed around him, "We will not allow orcs to run rampant in our land!"

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