The dwarf wielded a hammer about the size of half his body, smashing the green-skinned monster in front of him with all his might, looking at the snow-capped mountains that were flooded by the green wave at his feet, sadness quickly rose in his heart, and finally, he raised his arms and exhaled, with his small body, he burst out with a cry that ran through the mountains.

"Retreat! Quick, withdraw to Ironforge Fort!"

"Hah, brother, we finally stopped these monsters on the mountainside and retreated? Isn't that giving away our homeland?!"

It was a small Viking fighter dressed in steel plates, his murderous eyes staring through the cracks in his horned helmet, unable to calm his emotions despite his efforts to suppress them.

"Calm down, Muradin. Magni Copperbeard did not blame his brother for his recklessness and rudeness, he looked at the battlefield from the front to the line of sight, his voice seemed so weak, "Even if we occupy the high ground, we will not be able to defeat them, and even if we break through the defenses of these monsters, our troops will suffer huge losses." The best option is to retreat to Ironforge for a meaningless and costly victory, and I swear to you they will not open the gates of the kingdom below. ”

After a while, Muradin's efforts finally calmed down, and looking at the boundless green waves in the blizzard, the feeling of despair also slowly grew in his heart. Eventually, he let out a long breath of cloudiness: "Listen to you, brother, you are our king." ”

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"Great chief, they withdrew to the mountains. Sarufar didn't have time to wipe away the blood of the enemy that was scattered all over his body, and hurried to the watchtower.

Orgrim was stretching out his hand to block the wind and snow, trying to see the dwarf's movements clearly, and when he heard his words, he nodded subconsciously: "Very good." ”

"Do you want to continue the pursuit?" said Sarufar's face with obvious hesitation.

Thankfully, Orgrim's decision didn't make it difficult for him: "No, the composition of this fortress under the mountain is probably more complicated than that of Grimbaatar, and the price of capturing it is too different from the benefits that can be obtained. ”

"That's right, you've got what you want, just let these dwarves wait to die in the cave. A shrill voice in the crappy orc language came from beside Orgrim, revealing undisguised disgust and disdain as everyone turned their eyes to the man.

It also has green skin, but the difference in size is like that of an elephant and a mouse, and its short stature is completely disproportionate to its ugly head.

A goblin? among orcs?

"Mr. Hibzz, the Horde's blockade of the Dwarven Ironforge and the Gnome Nomorigen also means that most of Kazmodan's minerals have fallen into the Horde's control, and now it is time for you to keep your promises. "Orgrim is not a black hand, he has not drunk the blood of demons that can make people tyrannical and crazy, he is very sensible.

These goblins claim to be from a neutral force that spreads throughout the world, the Hot Sand Syndicate. After taking over the kingdom of Stormwind, the Hammer of Doom befriended a race that was completely new to the Horde. Hiding in the shadows, these cunning creatures witnessed the arrival and potential of the tribe and offered him terms of cooperation that would reward him.

The money scavenged from Stormwind wasn't of much use to Orgrim, and he was willing to satisfy them if he could trade some gold for more information about the world, as well as new technical support.

Especially after learning that the goblins are quite accomplished in shipbuilding.

"Three, no, two months, as long as the supply of materials is sufficient, give me two months. Hibbz pushed the brim of his hat and smiled like a capitalist. In the eyes of his partners, this is sincerity and confidence, but in the eyes of workers and employees, this is called oppression, this is called exploitation.

"It seems that I came at the wrong time. ”

A rotten voice came from behind him, smelling the abominable familiarity in it, and Orgrim's face instantly turned cold: "No, we just finished talking. ”

"Now is the time to talk about you, Gul'dan. ”

As the Hammer of Doom turned, the cricket figure that looked extremely thin in the wind and snow came into his sight.

The hatred and anger rushed like a wave, causing Gul'dan to subconsciously take a small step back, but quickly, he restrained his fear and humbly saluted: "Sorry, Great Chief, I have not been able to make my due contribution in this war. ”

"Contribution?" Doomhammer smiled, looking at the other man with a playful look, but he didn't rush to vent the hatred that never left his heart, "Didn't Gugar tell you what you were facing?"

In the face of Orgrim's ridicule, Gul'dan silently glanced at the two-headed ogre behind him with a fluttering expression. When he woke up and saw no familiar faces from the Shadow Council, he understood what the other party's alleged situation was.

Meanwhile, while the Shadow Council was ostracized and destroyed, Gurgar and his Twilight Hammer clan survived, and he could easily guess why.

The days when I used to call for wind and rain in the tribe are gone.

"I know that I have committed unforgivable mistakes, but whether the great Hammer of Doom believes it or not, I must declare that everything I do is for the Horde, and the Horde has become as strong as I thought. Gul'dan turned sideways to make a way, "It was so in the past, and it still is." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a human wrapped in black armor walked over. Yes, humans!

Motioning for the guards to put away their hostility, Orgrim looked at the bloodless human, his brows gradually leaning together. Although he knew nothing about magic, with his keen perception, he could feel that this human exuded a disgusting aura, the breath of death.

"This slumber has given me new knowledge, and I've found a way to use them in the service of my tribe. Looking at this human, Gul'dan had an irrepressible smile on his face, "Come ahead, Tarongor, let the Great Chief take a good look." ”

"Tarongor?" Orgrim quickly found the name from memory, the orc warlock, the lieutenant of Neozu, the follower of Gul'dan.

"Yes, I infused his soul into the corpses of humans. Looking at his masterpiece, Gul'dan looked proud, "This is what I show you, a new power that can serve the tribe." ”

"Death Knight Talon Bloodfiend salutes you, High Chief. "Humans are on one knee, and their words appear lifeless without the slightest ripple.

Orgrim didn't respond, the growing stench of the corpse making him unsure of what to say. He could sense that the self-proclaimed Death Knight had great potential, and that the power wasn't tied to evil or desecrated orcs. As uncomfortable as it was, he had no reason to refuse the gift of a powerful tribe.

But......

The scene of Durontan's tragic death replayed before Orgrim's eyes, and he stared at Gul'dan with a complicated look in his eyes.

In the end, he made a choice: "I'll give you a chance, Guldan, a chance to make amends." ”

Now, humans are the biggest problem for Orgrim and the Horde, and Gul'dan is still of some use, at least until they are completely eliminated.

"Thank you for your magnanimity, Grand Chief. The warlock stooped with difficulty, and in the shadows that no one had noticed, the color of cunning and evil flashed across his face.

He knew that Orgrim wouldn't let him go, but at least he was safe until the war ended. At the same time, he had a way to completely change his situation. This slumber not only gave him the knowledge to create the Death Knight, but more importantly, at the moment of Medivan's fall, he took the opportunity to peek into the mind of the one because of the connection between the two sides.

The illusion in the depths of the sea, the power that overpowers the whole world...... Let him be fascinated.