With his muscular chest heaving violently, Orgrim glanced at the hammer of destruction in his hand, the scarlet color on the horns of the hammer was particularly glaring, and dots of sticky objects slowly wriggled on it, and finally mixed with blood dripping to the ground.

In front of him, the great chief of the world collapsed silently in a pool of blood, his whole head was blurred with flesh and blood, and blood and all kinds of unsightly lumps were splashed far away, and he couldn't survive.

There was no suspense in this battle, the Black Hand had already consumed a lot of physical energy in the battle with Lothar, and coupled with the large and small wounds all over his body, he was no match for Orgrim at all. He lost from the start, starting with being angered by Orgrim.

Looking at the cold corpse, a hint of pity appeared in Orgrim's eyes. Blackhan is one of the few orcs to be a leader of both civil and military power, as evidenced by the fact that he once helped him retrieve the Hammer of Doom from lava at the cost of an arm and earned his loyalty.

But, that was ever.

The power of the devil has changed him, and it has changed so many orcs. Durotan was right, the worship of violence and anger would only lead to the destruction of the tribe.

Thinking of this, the emotions stirring in Ogrim's heart suddenly calmed down. He let go of the hatred of losing his best friend, slowly approached the body of the black hand, crouched down, solemnly placed the hammer of destruction at his feet, and half-knelt on the ground in a very reverent manner.

"May the Spirit of the Ancestors forgive you for your sins, and go home, Blackhan, the horde forever, Great Chief. ”

"Nothing lasts forever, Ogrim. At some point, a strong orc covered in horrific tattoos came to his side, the right side of his face was painted with white paint like a skeleton, and on the left, the empty eye sockets were pierced by scars, which made his heart palpitate.

"Kilrog. Orgrim's voice was soft, so light that only the two of them could hear, "Can you tell me what the future looks like you see?"

"All I saw were vague fragments and illusions. Kilrog didn't look at it, but he knew what confusion the young man's eyes were.

He set his eyes on the hammer of destruction on the ground, then crouched down and slowly picked it up, "But what I do know. ”

Slowly but surely holding up the Hammer of Doom, Kilrog's remaining right eye was staring straight at him. Orgrim was stunned, then got up and stood in front of him, but did not make any further movements, as if waiting for something.

"Now, you're the tribe, Grand Chief!"

This is the moment.

Listening to the heavy salutation spread throughout the colony, and watching the orcs around him fall to his knees one by one, Orgrim suddenly realized that he was not as excited as he thought. His heart was at peace, his gaze was clear and deep.

With his big hand gripping the handle of the hammer, Orgrim held the hammer of destruction aloft, the scarlet fire reflected on the smooth surface of the hammer like a rising sun.

"For the Horde!"

Roar——!

That night, the landslide and tsunami of war cries shocked all of Azeroth.

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In the darkness of the night, beams of flames swarmed ahead, uneasily beating above the heads of the people of Stormwind under the disturbance of the evening wind.

Looking at the faces full of fear, Lanlos felt deeply tired. Not only because of the previous overdraft of magic to open the portal, but more importantly, after stepping through the portal, Lothar brought the news of the defeat of the front line to the city that was about to rest, as well as King Lane's corpse.

Anxiety, panic, despair and darkness in times of crisis, all sorts of negative emotions condensed over the city, especially during the overnight mobilization meeting in Lothar, which pushed this oppressive atmosphere to its peak.

Stormwind Kingdom, it's over......

"The people of Stormwind. Stroking the lion-carved coffin beside her, Lothar was silent for a long time before she opened her mouth, bringing the bad news that no one wanted to believe with her deep voice with a unique charm.

"We lost this war, ......"

Lothar is not a politician, and his concise speeches seem to convey a message. However, he was the one who could stand by Ryan's side, and he deftly shifted the conversation to the rest of the conversation before these ordinary people turned their panic into a reproach for his survivors.

The orcs opened the door to Draenor, an army that was so overwhelming that even Stormwind in its heyday could not stop.

What's more, now, with tens of thousands of troops, only the few hundred wilted warriors behind them remain.

Glancing at the soldiers not far away who had no time to unload their shackles, Lanlos sighed even more. Although he knew that there must be others who had survived, no one could be sure that they would be able to return to Stormwind by the way from the Dark Swamp to Stormwind.

Besides, the orcs are not stupid, and with such a good opportunity, they will definitely launch the fastest speed to cross the border and reach the empty gates guarded.

Yes, Lothar's arrangement is to leave Stormwind......

"This can't be!" an elderly man dressed as a businessman squeezed through the crowd, his panicked expression hideous and distorted, "My family has been rooted in this city for generations, and we pay the highest monthly business taxes, why do you want to drive us away on the basis of your words?!"

"Old man, please calm down, we are not driving you away, we are helping you ......" This situation was not suitable for Lothar to speak, so Khadgar, who was beside him, stood up very interestingly.

"Help?" The words pierced the old man's chest deeply, he didn't bother with Khadgar's similar appearance, but just moved his gaze tremblingly, and turned his teary eyes to Lothar, "If you really help me, then I beg you, I can do nothing ......"

"My son, please take him home......"

The old man, who was still irritable just now, suddenly fell to his knees, crying silently, full of endless despair and sadness.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the old man's grief-stricken emotions spread like a plague, and for a while, sobs came and went. Glancing at the women, children, and children in the firelight, Lothar's chest felt a cone angina.

War is brutal, it not only consumes a lot of money and resources, every inch of land is defended, every invader is driven away, and it requires those brave and fearless young people to throw endless blood.

Lothar can proudly tell everyone that the borders of the Stormwind Kingdom were taken back by him and the young men, from the teeth of the enemy, from the sharp knives of the villains. Even if they dig with their bare hands and bite with their mouths, they don't care!

But these are the only people he can't speak.

Lothar's silence was exchanged for more and more irrepressible sadness. An atmosphere of grief haunted everyone's hearts, and even the most determined warriors could only remain silent at the moment. But in such a situation, a childish voice was like thunder tearing through the long night, dazzling and dazzling.

"I, like you, have lost my most important thing today. On the other side of the coffin, the boy who had been kneeling in front of the coffin and had been silent slowly got up. He was very fragile, because he had been in one position for too long, he had to get up and hold the coffin, but his voice was so bright.

"My kingdom and my, Father. ”

The boy's voice trembled visibly, and he raised his head so that the others could see through the brown hair his red eyes, and those that burned as dead ashes.

Just when everyone was deeply heartbroken by this scene, the boy's hands suddenly tightened, his nails scratched hard against the stone slab, and the creaking and screeching sound was worrying. But the sting gave him strength, like a gust of wind sweeping through the embers, and his eyes ignited more and more red sparks.

"I promise you, we'll take it back!"

"Those orcs, they must pay with blood!"

"But not now, Varian. A large strong hand pressed the boy's trembling shoulders, and Lothar's soft voice was full of convincing precipitation, "We can't fight alone anymore, we need allies, we need to protect what we have left, our people." ”

Reassuring the prince, Lothar turned to the populace again. The fact that a boy can find hope and meaning to sustain himself in the face of such despair not only inspires Jazz, but also ignites the gloom in everyone's hearts. Although it is not hot enough, it can barely ward off the cold.

"The attacks of the orcs will not stop, from now on, gather all the ships at your disposal......"

Orcs don't have boats, and taking the sea is the safest route. Lothar had already planned to take advantage of this, and under his methodical instructions, everyone gradually put away their grief.

As for Lanlos, he did not join this mobilization meeting. He was an outsider, and besides, he had no experience in dealing with this kind of thing, and he didn't like the feeling of being surrounded by this kind of atmosphere. Therefore, he has been hiding in the shadows and watching everything.

It wasn't until the boy spoke up that his eyes lit up.

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