The one who spoke was none other than Prince Lawrence.

Godwin (King Lordaeron): "Prince Lawrence, why are you so sure? ”

Lawrence (Prince Lordaeron): "Isn't it obvious, the tribe has lost their biggest hole card, they are now attacking but can't win quickly, retreating but unwilling, logistics can only be replenished by the Danmoro tunnel, and the vain consumption will inevitably sink deeper and deeper."

If Orgrim had been a decisive man, he would have chosen to retreat as soon as possible, shorten the supply lines and continue the war of attrition with us, rather than wasting his forces in this muddy and strategically unworthy wilderness. ”

Although Lawrence is not very good, he is also the leader when it comes to analyzing the battle situation.

Everyone whispered for a while, but there were not too many objections.

Uther (Paladin Lord): "It is true that the Horde cannot defeat us, and the results of the Knights of the Silver Hand have proven that those savage and brutal orcs are no match for the noble knights. ”

Mograini (High Lord): "That's right, as long as we fight steadily, we will definitely be able to defeat those orcs, and if I were the chief of the orcs, I might really have to think about escaping, hahahaha." ”

The remark drew a burst of laughter.

Today's successful raid undoubtedly brought a huge morale boost to the stalemate battlefield.

Blackbeard (Brigadier General Kurtiras): "If you want me to say, why don't we launch a surprise attack on the enemy's rear road tomorrow, and if we can cut off the enemy's retreat, we can leave all these hundreds of thousands of orcs in the wetland." ”

"No, the enemy still has more than 100,000 troops in the Nufang Plain, and it is not so easy to cut off the retreat."

"It is better to mobilize cavalry to monitor the enemy, and if the enemy retreats, launch a pursuit."

"I don't think it's too happy, the enemy won't necessarily retreat, those orcs are all stone heads, and they won't retreat so easily if they don't hit their heads and break the blood flow."

Listening to everyone's discussion, Godwin quickly made a decision.

"Whether the horde is attacking or retreating, we must be ready for battle tomorrow, pass my order, the troops enter the front positions, tomorrow morning we will launch an attack on all fronts, everyone, it's time to drive these beasts out of our land."

"That's right!"

"Without the Fire Demon King, we'll be able to beat those orcs into pigs' heads."

At the same time - the Horde Barracks:

"Great Chief, we must retreat!"

"Yes, Great Chief, without the Fire Demon King, we are not opponents of the Alliance."

"Withdraw the big chief, leave the green mountains without worrying about running out of firewood."

In the big tent, the small chiefs present at the meeting put forward proposals for the withdrawal of troops.

These little chiefs can also see that the gap between the level of Alliance and Tribal heroes is really a bit big, and these NPCs alone are not a problem.

It's better to withdraw the army first, go back to level up and upgrade the rank, and after a few months and half a year, wait for the strength to improve before going to war.

Otherwise, if the fight continues, it is uncertain whether the tribe can lose, and these chieftains and overseers who lead the troops will all end up playing.

"Enough!" Orgrim suddenly let out an angry roar, staring at the orcs in front of him with wide eyes, "Look at you, so cowardly, so cowardly, are you still the warriors of the tribe?" We came to this world to conquer this continent, and it was a real disappointment for us to show our prototype after just a little setback.

No, we will not retreat, the drums of war will be beaten again, and the banner of the Horde will be swayed to the enemy who dares to stand in our way.

Today's defeat is only temporary, yes, we lost the opportunity to summon the Fire Demon King to join the battle, but the Fire Demon Lord's self-explosion also killed a large number of the Alliance's elites, and now the Alliance is at its weakest point.

Tomorrow, I will personally lead the horde army to sweep away those who dare to be enemies of the Horde!

I shouldn't have left you useless waste, but I'm still willing to give you a chance, fight to the end for the Horde, or let me give you a happy death right now! ”

The hall was extremely quiet for a while, and the next second.

"Big Chief, don't say anything, if you say a word, you won't frown in the wind and fire."

"That's a good big chief, I've long seen that their gang of waste is not pleasing to the eye, and tomorrow I will take the lead in the charge!"

"Great Chief, you just look at me, our Iron Blood Clan was born to fight."

"Lokta Oga!"

"For the Horde!"

Encouraged by Orgrim's encouragement, the Chieftain Overseers suddenly became agitated again.

Orgrim's face was cloudy and uncertain as he looked at the hard-working orcs, but his heart was a little uncertain.

These guys are so bad for him.

When the meeting ended, the top tribal leaders left the room.

"Sarufar." He called his only trusted deputy,

"Are you really going to fight the Alliance to the death? It's useless, but there's one thing they're right, and we're really not in the ascendancy right now. ”

Orgrim nodded, "I know, and the alliance knows this, because of this, we can't retreat tomorrow, we must play a wave of advantages, and then we can find a chance to retreat, otherwise the knights of the alliance will inevitably follow us."

With half a million orcs, it is not easy to withdraw Danmoro. ”

At this he whispered.

"Tomorrow you personally go to the Plains of the Furious Tooth to gather a large army, and any chieftains, overseers, who dare to retreat from the front line without permission, will be killed, it's time to clean up this damn waste."

Grogo Evil Eye walked among the crowd of people leaving the Great Tent, and their Warlock Legion had done well this morning, so they gained some trust from the High Chief, and gave them a quota of 10,000 orc recruits.

However, Grog Evil Eye is not very optimistic about Orgrim's continued war.

"It's crazy, Orgrim doesn't know what he's doing."

Grogo Evil Eye walked out of the tent and muttered to himself.

It is true that the Horde still exists, but it is not brute force that wants to win in this world, but real strength, Pawa.

The reason why the tribe was so fierce before and swept away all the bulls, ghosts, snakes and gods of Draeno relied on the demonic blood provided by Guldan.

The orcs who drank the demon's blood were like hanging up, but since Gul'dan left, the demon's blood has been cut off, and now the power of the demon's blood has gradually declined from the orc's body, and the orcs no longer have the same rage and bloodlust as before.

Although it can still fight, it is just a large human infantryman.

The power of the fire demons summoned by Nao Zu briefly provided a new source of power, but the power of the fire demons can only be used by shamans, and for ordinary orcs, at most they can enjoy weapon enchantment, which is completely incomparable to the blood of demons.

Nao Zu wants to summon the King of Fire Demon to come to this world in order to reverse this situation.

And now even the power of the fire demon can no longer be counted on, and if a new power of war cannot be found, the war machine of the tribe will only gradually decline.

But isn't this our chance at such a critical moment!

Grogo Evil Eye's eyes gleamed with ambition.

The Horde is just the vanguard of the Burning Legion's conquest of this world, and it must be impossible to succeed, so instead of wasting energy on the Horde, it is better to contact the Burning Legion as soon as possible and be a good leader party.

With 10,000 recruits in mind, just take out the souls of hundreds of orcs as sacrifices and summon a big demon to guide the work, isn't this done?

Thinking of this, Grogo Evil Eye hurriedly sent out invitations to several other high-level orc warlocks.

Half an hour later, a group of orc warlocks met in a dark underground cavern.

The eerie green flames lit up the small cavern, and the five orc warlocks formed a circle, and everyone present were the last five high-ranking warlocks of the Shadow Council.

In fact, there were two of them that were improvisedly promoted when Gul'dan left.

Uru Mad (High Warlock): "Didn't Necrus come?" ”

Grog Evil Eye (High Warlock): "I didn't invite him, that guy was never the same as us. ”

Bordock Deathskull (High Warlock): "That's right, Necruz is obsessed with the power of dragons and is not willing to serve our great demon master devoutly. ”

Grogo Evil Eye (High Warlock): "Everyone, don't waste any more time, the Horde has fallen into a disadvantage, and if we continue like this, we will sooner or later be defeated, and it is time to fight for our power and position."

Remember, in the past, we were so prominent, the whole tribe was in our hands, the Shadow Council was in control, and even the black hands had to follow our rules.

But since Orgrim came to power and Gul'dan is gone, our position has deteriorated, and I don't want to be buried for the Horde. ”

Cyphos (High Warlock): "That's right, the victory or defeat of the Horde doesn't matter to us, only our strength and status are the most important, what are your plans, Grogor?" ”

Grogo Evil Eye (High Warlock): "We're going to summon a special demon, not to fight, but to get in touch with the Burning Legion, guys, recently when I was researching summoning spells, I felt an unusual demon that was active in this world and might help us." ”

"But I can't complete the ritual alone, I must have your help in me."

"So what are you waiting for?"

Several high-level warlocks each took out the soul stones they had painstakingly accumulated during this time from their bags, and since Gul'dan ran away, the warlocks could no longer recklessly absorb souls from the wounded and the living as before, and it was only after these two days of great battle that they had saved a batch of soul stones.

"That's enough, then let's start the ritual, I've got the spell ready."

Five orc warlocks form a circle and begin the summoning ritual.

"An evil being from the Twisted Void."

"A cunning mind, a cruel demon, a demon who is good at playing with the souls of mortals."

"I have summoned you in the name of the orcs, I have sacrificed you with the fragments of my soul, and I have waited for you with a pious heart."

"In the name of the contract between my Warlocks and the Burning Legion."

"Come, Great Dreadlord!"

Green fires of evil energy swam across the ground, drawing demonic runes, one after the other, and finally, the circle was completed.

A cloud of black smoke gathered and swirled in the circle, and the black mist turned into a pair of huge wings, slowly expanding, revealing the demonic body beneath the wings.

It worked! Grogo Evil Eye was agitated.

He wasn't actually completely sure, and he had never summoned the Dreadlord before, relying entirely on his understanding of the Dreadlord and the study of the rules for summoning demons, the summoning spell that DLY came out of, but he didn't expect it to be successful.

The demon in front of him surprised several orc warlocks, they had never seen this kind of demon before, with huge bat-like wings, and a sinister and cunning face, and the powerful evil energy on his body, which made people subconsciously feel fear.

The demon in front of him looked at the five orc warlocks curiously.

The name on its head made Grogo Evil Eye excited.

Marganis (Dreadlord), a world-class boss Tier 3, level 90, HP: 145000.

Marganis (Dreadlord): "Look who summoned me here, a bunch of stupid orc warlocks, it's funny, you know about the existence of our Dreadlord, who told you this?" Gul'dan? Hum troops, your master has ......"

Grogo Evil Eye (High Warlock): "Ah, great demon, our master Gul'dan is missing, he ......"

Marganis (Dreadlord): "Gul'dan has been captured by our great master, and this foolish traitor has been stripped of his soul by trying to gain access to a power that does not belong to him. ”

The Dreadlord said, looking at a few orc warlocks with a warning gaze, summoning the Dreadlord to a power that does not belong to them.

"Ah, great demon, we summoned you entirely for the great cause of the Legion, the stupid Orgrim has gone mad, he can't defeat the Alliance, without the power of the Demon Blood, the defeat of the Horde is only a matter of time, we don't want to live up to the trust of the Legion, so we specially summoned you here, guide us, and tell us what to do."

"Hmph, the Legion has never taken you useless orcs seriously, and even if you fail, it won't affect the Legion's plans in the slightest."

In fact, the Dreadlord really doesn't care much about orcs.

There are also factions within the Burning Legion, and the two most powerful factions, one is Akmund the Polluter, whose subordinates are mainly the Abyss Demon King, who led the invasion of the orcs, and the demon blood that the orcs drank was provided by the Abyss Demon King.

The other faction is the Fraudster Kilgardan, who is mainly led by the Dreadlords, who are not so interested in orcs, and their main plan in history is to create the Scourge Legion.

But at the end of the day, everyone is here to serve the legion, and if you really get it, it's not good not to help at all.

"Hmph, I shouldn't have helped you waste, but who made us fear that the Demon King is a benevolent race, and it just so happens that I'm free recently, so let me help you."

As he spoke, the light on his body flickered, and he turned into the appearance of a green-skinned orc.

The name on the head also changed to - Ganis Mar (orc warlock).

Grog Evil Eye reminded, "Orgrim is wary of demons, and he will not let his tribe fall into the hands of demons under any circumstances. ”

Garnes Mar (orc warlock): "Oh yes? Hmph, that's because he still has hope, and soon he will fall into despair, and at that time, the Burning Legion will be his only option, and at that time, you will also be the most powerful people in the tribe.

Several orc warlocks laughed proudly when they heard this.

(End of chapter)