"Chief, Red can't be trusted!"

"I don't fully trust him, but the situation now dictates that I have to show that I trust him."

"In just one day, the clan has already paid for the lives of three thousand warriors, just to get close to the human outpost arrow tower?"

"It's part of the promise, I've fulfilled it, and the rest is Red's thing."

"But ......"

"Nothing, Anduin. Lothar, the cunning human, who had ambushed at least 20,000 people in the Scorching Gorge near the gate of the Blackstone Mountain Corridor, could reach the battlefield in half a day. Not only do we not have the advantage of numbers, we also have no geographical advantages, and our morale is also insufficient. ”

"Then let's retreat."

"Retreat? Where to retreat? Withdraw Draeno? ”

"No, that's not what I meant, I'm saying that this time the battle, we can withdraw."

"I've heard your advice, now warriors, follow the chieftain's orders and prepare for battle."

"Yes, yes."

Orgrim stood on a small hillside, watching as the last of the Alliance towers were uprooted by the Horde's warriors, and the road to the Alliance camp had been opened, leaving only the war-torn fortress that made people's scalps tingle to look at.

If the Blackstone Clan hadn't split, I'd tear you down such a fortress in a day!

Orgrim gasped in anger.

For the sake of the unity of the tribe, Orgrim had consumed the vitality of the Blackstone clan too much before, but whenever he fought hard, there were always Blackstone orcs.

However, the failure of the cross-sea operation became the beginning of an inexplicable rout.

Even if Hilbrad suffered a crushing defeat because of Gul'dan's betrayal, I don't know how many orc soldiers have been scattered in human territory, and I don't know how many war materials have been left on the continent of Lordaeron. But strategically, the Horde was not a complete defeat.

The environment in Northrend has deteriorated dramatically, and the orcs need a new habitat, and for this purpose, the tribe is not afraid to sacrifice.

The failure of a Northern Expedition is not painful at all, and in Draenor, there are still thousands of orcs ready to go, and it is impossible for a small human alliance to stop the torrent of orcs.

It was supposed to be like this.

That's how it should be.

It shouldn't be like this!

Orgrim found himself caught up in the endless intrigues of the orcs.

Reed. The Black Hand took some of the Blackstone Orcs with him, and as a direct consequence, Orgrim was unable to subdue the Bloodcave Clan and other minor clans.

As long as the orcs regroup, the alliance will be destroyed.

Orgrim was convinced.

But at this moment, in addition to hating Gul'dan, Orgrim has a trace of nostalgia.

Those warlocks are really good at playing with people's hearts.

If all the Blackstone Orcs stationed in Lakeside Town, Elwyn Forest, and the Dark Gate were mobilized to the front line, and mobilized to the Burning Plains, Orgrim would have nothing to fear. But the great chieftain of the tribe could not and did not dare to give this order.

In order to unite the majority, the interests of a small number of people must always be sacrificed.

In order to unite the absolute majority of the orcs, Orgrim had to sacrifice his own interests.

So with Orgrim's sacrifice and dedication, the tribe is slowly recovering and rebuilding its morale.

It's just that the menacing alliance army is the strongest army since the collapse of the Troll Empire in the Araso Empire.

In the face of such an alliance army, Orgrim had no belief in victory.

That is why there was this completely irrational offensive operation.

Reed. The Black Hand proposed a plan to Orgrim, claiming that he had defected to the Black Dragon only to defeat the enemy, as long as Orgrim led his troops to attack the Alliance Fortress. The Black Hand will activate the mechanism to close the gates of the Blackstone Mountain Corridor, and then fight from the rear, flanking Orgrim back and forth, and destroying the Alliance army isolated in the Burning Plains.

And the only condition put forward by Red's black hand is that this glory must belong to the Blackstone clan.

Very tempting plan, Orgrim thinks it's worth a try.

Therefore, the great chief of the tribe left half of the tribe to watch the field, and strictly ordered the remaining 100,000 orcs of other clans in the burning plain to continue to strengthen the fortifications, build war equipment, and hoard grain and grass. And he led the other half of the Blackstone clan to execute Red. Black Hand this seems like a pretty good plan.

"Great Chief, it's getting dark, do you want the forward troops to be ready for a night battle?"

"Tell me to go down, let the strikers better prepare, and at the same time let the second-line reserves prepare for the counterattack. Tonight, our tribe and the alliance opposite, no one should think about anyone's good sleep. ”

While Orgrim was arranging his troops, the Alliance War Fortress was only ten kilometers away, and Lothar had also arranged a response plan with many commanders.

"The orc's attack this time is very strange, and there are always people who act as demons when things go wrong. I thought about it cursoryly, and it was nothing more than the two schemes that cut off our back road and led us to the fortress with the highest likelihood. ”

Lothar touched the oily skin on top of her head and began to take a roll call.

"Uther, how is the defense of the rear of the battalion?"

"Marshal, because of the terrain, the defense of the road leading to the Black Stone Mountain is very difficult, and it is even impossible to carry out an effective defense at all. Therefore, I planted a lot of explosives directly outside the mountain pass, and if the orcs dared to attack our rear from the direction of Blackstone Mountain, I would directly detonate the explosives and temporarily block their offensive route. ”

"And then?"

Lothar continued to ask.

"Then I will stand by and wait for the marshal's support."

"It's better than no way, so be it, sit."

After Lothar nodded and signaled that Uther's plan was approved, he asked the officers by name one by one, from drinking water storage to ammunition supply, from the placement of the wounded and sick to the rotation of troops, and after discussion and negotiation, a small but non-negligible solution was obtained, although it was not so perfect, but there was an enforceable solution, and Lothar finally asked: "Tulayan, didn't you prepare a bedtime snack for our old rival tonight?" ”

"Of course I'm ready, I promise to make the orcs happy until dawn."

In the midst of a pleasant laugh, a low thunderclap continued to come, listening to the direction, it was the Storm Altar.

Here we go......

Lothar closed her eyes, stunned, and opened them again, her mind fully focused on the battle in front of her.

Let's get started......

Carlos... Aurelia... I must come back alive.

Tulayan was depressed that he could not pass.

Here we go......

Uther's clenched palms radiated divine light from the cracks, and the Lightbringer was full of war.

"Will it rain on the Burning Plains too?"

Orgrim asked.

"Yes, there was a record of rain last winter."

"With such a loud thunder, I hope it won't be a bad day tomorrow."

The chief of the tribe decided to go back to the tent to take a nap, I am afraid that tonight will be a sleepless night, and it will not be possible to keep up the spirit.