Orgrim stood on the balcony of the fortress, looking at the dense crowd of orc soldiers below, all of whom had been withdrawn from the battlefield and had lost their formation.

Usually the orc infantry follows the clan or is organized into different legions, and there are usually only two situations when the formation is lost, one is that the legion is annihilated, and the other is that the team is completely lost due to the collapse of morale.

Orcs are very popular and usually rarely collapse.

So many orc soldiers also confirmed from the side how serious this fiasco was.

It was the first time since the Horde was founded that it had suffered such a major defeat.

Why is this happening! Why is this happening?

Looking at the orc soldiers below, Orgrim couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

This war made him feel an inexplicable uneasiness everywhere, a feeling of being shrouded in conspiracy, every sortie, every military order, as if it had been predicted by the other party, and every unit he sent out fell into the other party's pocket just right.

Military prediction does exist, and when he was still in Draenau, Orgrim had predicted the enemy's movements many times in war, and it was not impossible that there were some military geniuses among the human race.

But like yesterday's battle, it must not be explained by strategy, every move of his own move seems to be seen by the other party, no matter what kind of strategy he uses, what kind of surprise troops he sends, the other party can deal with it perfectly.

This made him deeply wary and jealous.

Could it be ...... A conjecture suddenly arose in his heart, could it be that there were spies of the alliance in the tribe? And it's not just an ordinary spy, a spy who has to be able to get access to all the military orders he has given.

But what kind of people can do that?

Herald! Ogrim suddenly thought of a possibility.

It's unbelievable, but there's nothing else possible.

But how is this possible? Orgrim thought to himself, he had four high-ranking heralds under him, and issued his orders directly to the various chiefs and overseers below, all of whom had carefully selected the most loyal orc warriors, and in order to ensure their loyalty, all of them had chosen descendants from the Blackstone clan.

Most of them have followed him from his time to death, and have even fought alongside him as a child.

But there is only one possibility, and the truth must be clarified.

"Sarufar, go and gather all my heralds."

Soon the four high-ranking heralds were brought in.

Orgrim paced slowly in front of the four of them, his eyes swept over each other's faces one by one, and when he saw each face, the past experiences of these heralds instantly appeared in his mind.

Dog Bear, a good hunter from the Blackstone Wastes, began hunting at the age of eight, and at the age of ten he hunted an adult thunder elephant with his own hands, becoming a warrior in the clan, once defeating the Draenei Avengers in a battle and protecting the village.

Imperial Warblade, an excellent hunter from the Blackstone Wasteland, began hunting at the age of eight, and at the age of ten, he personally hunted a male split-hoof beast and became a warrior among the clan. He once defeated the ogre raiders in a battle and protected the village.

Iron-Blooded Wolf, an excellent hunter from the Blackstone Wasteland, began hunting at the age of eight, and at the age of ten, he killed a bipedal wyvern with his own hands and became a warrior in the clan. He once defeated the Raven Marauders in a battle and protected the village.

Uruk Blacktooth...... Well?

I didn't know much about this orc Orgrim, but I remembered that he was an orc warrior from Blacktooth Village, the village where the previous Great Chieftain Black Hand was born.

When he became the new High Chief, Orgrim promoted his cronies, but in order to appease the old Ministry, he also kept some of the old officers, including Uruk Blackfang.

Although both belong to the same large clan, they belong to different villages, and Orgrim knows nothing about Blacktooth's past.

Orgrim's gaze was decisively locked on Uruk Blacktooth.

But he didn't make a decision.

"Some of you have betrayed the Horde, and every action I made in yesterday's war was predicted by humanity, and the only explanation is that someone leaked information.

Tell me, my loyal warriors, have any of you seen something unusual happen between you? ”

The four heralds look at me, and I look at you, staring wide-eyed.

The bear's true colors suddenly stood up.

"Great Chief, I do remember when you said that, but yesterday when I gave the order, I saw Uruk Blacktooth running to the top of the hill and releasing a white dove."

Imperial Warblade (Tribal Herald): "Yes, yes, I saw that he tied something to the pigeon. ”

Iron-Blooded Wolf (Tribal Herald): "Big Chief, I think I saw that too. ”

And so it was! Ogrim's eyes suddenly showed a hint of murderous intent.

He even made up the cause and effect in an instant, it must be because he took away the position of the big chief, which made the subordinates of the black hand feel dissatisfied.

It is intolerable to conspire with an alliance to betray the Horde!

Uruk looked at his companions in surprise, his face flushed.

"What nonsense are you talking about, I don't have it at all! What pigeons, I don't know at all! ”

"We orcs must dare to act, don't quibble about Uruk, you know what you did."

"That's it, usually you always run around quietly alone, and I wonder why you never act with us, it turns out that you are a traitor."

"So you're a traitor, Uruk, and we're still treating you as a brother."

"Great Chief—I didn't!"

"Enough!" Orgrim roared, and on the one hand, his old subordinates who had followed him from the village, and on the other hand, the suspicious elements left behind by the previous chieftain, did not need to be said.

"Drag him down and cut him down, the traitor of the tribe must die!"

Seeing Uruk Blacktooth being dragged down, Orgrim took a deep breath and nodded to the three remaining heralds, "You have done a good job, you are worthy of being warriors from the Blackstone Plain, keep up the good work, the tribe will definitely conquer this world."

You will see that day with your own eyes. ”

The three of them immediately patted their chests and left.

Wait until you get out of the fortress.

The Imperial War Blade looked afraid, "I said, isn't it good for us to pit the big chief like this?" So many brothers died yesterday......"

"Damn, the money is in hand, what are you doing now, we spent a lot of money to get the background with the big chief, isn't it just this day."

"That's what I'm saying, more than a million ah, that's it, you can buy a suite."

These three can be regarded as planning for a long time, when the number was first established, the tribe was still a monster force, and the three of them joined the orc clan of the Blackstone Plains early, and worked hard to mix with Orgrim in a village, and then they brushed their prestige and favorability, and finally became Ogrim's descendant, mixed with the key position of tribal herald.

Those rich local tyrants are staring at high-ranking officials and dignitaries such as chieftains and overseers, spending a lot of money, and playing heroes.

The three of them found another way and built an elite template, after all, only the elite template could be used as a subordinate for Orgrim, and they were not afraid of being sent out to lead the troops.

Yesterday, it was sold at a good price, and even the principal and interest were all brought back, and I made a lot of money.

Speaking of which, Godwin is really generous, and the three of them gave five million to sell information, no wonder he can become a king.

It's a little ashamed of the trust in the Great Chief.

But don't be afraid, it's a big deal to die with the big chief when the tribe is defeated in the future.

Watching the herald leave, Orgrim was still frowning, he had a very keen instinct for war, and at this moment he had a feeling that the crisis had not been resolved, and an invisible shadow still loomed over the tribe.

Although the Horde still has a large army enough to continue fighting with the Alliance, Orgrim has no chance of winning the next war.

If there is a traitor, there will be a second.

And the tribe is not very stable internally, and yesterday several clans retreated inexplicably.

"Sarufar, do you think the Horde will be able to win this war?"

Sarufar was silent for a moment, then said in a muffled voice, "Orcs will not accept defeat. ”

Orgrim sighed, "That's right, the orcs can't accept a failed Great Chief, war is already engraved in the souls of the orcs, conquer or lose, there's no doubt about it. ”

The guards outside the door came with the news.

"Great Chief, Master Naozu is here."

Orgrim snorted coldly, the shaman legion of the Shadowmoon Clan behaved poorly yesterday, and it was time to question it.

"Let him in."

I don't know if it's the relationship of defeat, Nao Zu looks particularly gloomy.

He wore a hood that covered the face of the head of the class, and under the dark hood, his eyes showed a strange luster.

Behind Naozu was an unusually tall orc, Orgrim himself was tall, but the orc was a head taller than him, and his cloak looked unusually heavy.

Naozu (Chief of the Shadow Moon): "Great Chief, I think you've felt it, right, the shadow of defeat is hanging over the heads of the tribe, defeat is inevitable, and the enemy has more power, Holy Light, magic, dragons...... That's not something orcs can fight against.

Only by seeking more extraordinary power can we save the tribe and conquer this world.

I bring you good news, a gift, a new power, a being more transcendent than the gods of this world, and in the depths of that dark abyss I have found a great being that can change all that......"

The babbling words of the god Naozu made Orgrim a little irritated.

Before he could get angry, Naozu stretched out his hand and removed the cloak from the orc behind him, "Look, this is the result of my transformation with this power!"

The orc in front of him was a head taller than the ordinary orc, full of muscles, almost deformed, his back looked a little hunchbacked, one arm became extremely huge, and at the position of the shoulder, a huge eyeball grew, blinking, it looked very weird, and the huge palm became convex and sharp, almost becoming the claw of a monster.

The other hand became a vestigial tentacle.

I have to admit that although the orc in front of me looks disgusting, its momentum is amazing.

If Orgrim could see the attributes of the class, he would be surprised to find that the original third-level infantry had become fourth-level, and there were a bunch of additional class specialties.

[Abyssal Orc Warrior: Level 48 infantry, 980 HP.]

Class Traits: Rapid self-healing, Magic resistance, Super strong, Curse Immunity......

Class Introduction: Orc warriors who have been corrupted and transformed by the power of the abyss have undergone the curse of flesh and blood, and their transformed flesh is extremely strong and difficult to kill, but they have become very blind and mentally retarded because of this.

The abyssal whispers that echo in your head make it difficult to control, and it automatically transforms into the opponent's minion unit when faced with the Faceless. 】

(End of chapter)