Grom Hell roared as the taunting orcs passed through the Dark Gate and vanished. He was glad to see Kilrog alive. Of all the tribal chiefs, Kilrog was one of the most shrewd chiefs and a very clever strategist. He was sure that Kilrog's talents would soon come in handy.

Grom turned around and nodded to one of the orcs beside him, motioning for him to continue reporting.

"Humans are not lazy. They built a fortress to the north, guarding the only exit from the area. We don't have any other path to choose from. ”

Grom grinned, "Great, that's what we're aiming for." We're going to take that fortress, and then we'll be in control of the valley, and it doesn't matter what the Alliance forces do against us. He nodded to the scout, "Get the rest ready, we're going to march there at once." ”

The orc nodded. Just as he was about to turn away, Grom held up a hand to silence him. He paused and listened intently. It sounded like footsteps, but it was faster, more powerful, and had a strange echo. It should be the footsteps of beasts, not humans, and the heavier ones. He had heard of humans and their bizarre mount, the "horse", as humans called the animal, and he believed that this was the source of the sounds he heard.

"Humans are coming!" He immediately called ≦▽, and w∷ww. came out, roaring blood and dancing back and forth over his head. "Dispel those shadows. ”

He didn't know where the Death Knights were, or even which Death Knights were responsible for maintaining the shadow that hung over the valley, but they heard Grom's orders. The shadows fade away. The light seeped in through those gaps. Illuminates the entire valley. Until the end, Grom could clearly see the entire valley. The Dark Gate is over there, and it's been completely repaired. To the north, he saw several stone towers, which seemed to be the fortress his scout had mentioned.

But now, he saw a group of soldiers rushing towards them on horseback, through the narrow path of Guò. The fur of their mounts was slightly shiny, and the mane and tail of their horses fluttered in the wind. Their leader was a man wearing heavy metal armor on his chest. His armor is painted with pairs of flame patterns and gold strokes. The background of the coat of arms is dark blue. He raised a sword and drove his horse forward. It seems that this is their chief.

Grom grinned and raised the roar of blood in his hand once more. In the absence of shadows, its blades glowed silvery-white in the sunlight. He slowly drew an arc with a roar of blood, and the battle song of death rang out again. Grom laughed even more excitedly. Several humans were frightened back by the whizzing of the tomahawks.

"For the Horde!" He shouted, rushing forward. His warriors followed.

The humans hesitated. They were distracted by the fading shadows, and then surprised by the horde of orcs that had suddenly rushed towards them, and the sounds of the orcs and their weapons made the humans panic even more. For the human beings who stand at the forefront, that moment of hesitation is also very fatal.

Grom strikes first. Bloodroar easily sliced the front cavalry from one shoulder to the other. The upper part of the corpse slipped off the horse, while the lower half fell to the other side. Grom didn't see it. Because he had already rushed to the other targets. Grom spun around and severed the legs of the two warriors next to him.

Other orcs moved from herd to herd, waiting for an opportunity to slay the cavalry and their mounts. More and more horses, as well as Union fighters, fell. Although the number of troops rushing into the valley was considerable, it was still not as large as the clans led by Grom, not to mention the surprise attack on these humans.

What Grom had to admit was that these humans were brave, and some of them were very conscious and skilled. However, they weren't as physically strong as the orcs, and he found it easy to overpower the human warriors and slice their chests open, even though they were wearing armor made of strange metal.

For a time, Grom was completely under the control of bloodthirsty desires, slashing, slashing, and slashing frantically around him, and could only feel the splashes of blood around him, the stench of the dead, and the screams of pain from the wounded and dying people. The feeling of killing like crazy without caring about anything else, or feeling guilty, was so perfect! Under the roar of blood, not a single orc fell, only the flesh-and-pink skinned humans, one by one. Their fear and howls were so intoxicating.

Grom's blood boiled in his veins, and he began to inhale as strange spots appeared in his vision. Still, he thinks it was the most energetic moment of his life. Very good. It's a really good feeling. For a moment, he paused his battle and looked around. As far as the eye could see, there were human corpses, hundreds of corpses. They were still blind, their faces distorted with fear, and their blood was still flowing......

Grom's brow furrowed, and the murderous desire in his body gradually receded. It was true that there were so many corpses here, but where was the human he had just noticed, the leader in the golden cuirass?

He let out a low roar and shook his head to calm himself down in order to heed his instincts as a warrior. He ignored the shouts and cheers of the other orcs. Grom ran to the edge of the valley floor and stopped to listen intently. There was no problem, he could hear the horse's hooves very clearly, and it quickly became very indistinct. Someone survived and knew to run away.

Flee back to the fortress.

Grom returns to the battlefield, and he sees the Bloodfiend. Warsong Chief grabbed the Bloodfiend by the arm and shouted, "One of them has fled! He fled to the fortress. ”

The Bloodfiend nodded and replied, "Follow him." He shouted loudly, trying to drown out the noise around him. "Don't let those Alliance armies sit idle in the fortress. We're going to find those artifacts. We'll be back in a few days. ”

Grom nodded and promised, "Don't worry, I'll do my job." Just mind your own business. ”

The Death Knight laughed and turned away, without reply. He spread his chainmail hands, and a shadow arrow shot out, knocking down the two horses in front of him and their owners. Grom's teeth are closed. Truth be told, he didn't like the Bloodfiend, or the other Death Knights. They once lived, and now they have risen from the dead, dwelling in human bodies. How could these strange creatures be trusted, but Neozu was satisfied with the Bloodfiend's plan, so Grom had no choice but to go along with them. He only hoped that the Bloodfiends were right, and that the items they had been searching for would help Neozu save their people.

At the same time, he had to carry out those orders. "You guys, stay here. He commanded his Warsong warriors, "The others, and the rest of the clans, come with me." He laughed and raised his blood roar, "There's a fortress here waiting for us to take it!"