"Bang"

A bloodied, chain-bound orc was thrown to the floor of the chieftain's hall.

This is the head of the orc Overseer who patrols and guards the inner fortifications today, he did not die at the hands of the MI7 Assassins, he is not a coward, and he has killed several Assassins with his own hands, but this will not change his tragic fate.

"Wow"

The old sword Saint Dahl's straight blade slashed against the Overseer's head, the orc veteran didn't struggle, he just knelt at Orgrim's feet with pain on his face, he knew what today's raid meant to the tribe.

"Let him go."

Ogrim shook his head, he looked at the chiefs in front of him, and whispered:

"The situation is already extremely bad, but this idiot's head will not solve anything, let him take up arms, join the battle, and either die in battle or wash away the shame with the blood of the enemy!"

"Yes! Great Chief! ”

The creature roared like a beast and strode out of the Chief's Hall, Ogrim looking at his back, a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, but finally calmed down.

In this situation, even one more fighter is good.

None of the other gloomy chiefs looked at the unfortunate man, as Orgrim had said, and even killing him would not change anything.

"Ahem"

Old Sword Saint Dahl. Seeing that the atmosphere was not quite right, the Triple Blood Blade, as the oldest chief here, coughed lightly, drawing everyone's attention, and then said in a deep voice:

"Everyone knows the situation, there are at least 70,000 Alliance dogs on the plains, and there are also Copperbeard Dwarves and Arasuo's knights on the other side of the Scorching Canyon, so we have to come up with a way."

"How?"

Kilrog, the Blood Ring Chieftain who had always been loyal to Orgrim, shook his head gloomily: "What else can be done? Either go out and fight with the humans, or go and buy food from the black dwarfs who live underground. ”

"The Blood Demon has expelled the Fire Demon King, the Black Iron Dwarves who have lost their faith are going crazy, they have refused to continue to contact us, I heard that if their Emperor Thorrisen hadn't stopped them, those fanatical believers would have rushed out to fight us, the arrogant and arrogant fool of the Blood Demon ruined everything, and almost destroyed the tribe directly!"

After many hardships and dangers, he returned to the Blackstone Tower. The black hand said in an astringent voice:

"So don't count on those Black Iron Dwarves, they won't help us."

After saying this, the brows of the remaining little chiefs furrowed even tighter, the only remaining food in the Black Stone Tower was not enough for the tens of thousands of orcs gathered here to eat, after the food was eaten, if the alliance continued to besiege the city, the orcs had only one way to wait for death except to fight against the water.

"Brooks."

Grand Chief Orgrim didn't speak, he seemed to be immersed in his own thoughts, until the old sword master quietly patted the big chief with his finger, the latter woke up suddenly, he looked up, and saw that everyone's eyes fell on him, as if waiting for the great chief, who had always been wise and martial, to come up with a solution to the problem.

Instead of answering their expectations immediately, Orgrim turned to look at the old orc warrior standing behind him, dressed in leather armor, 7 points similar to Sarufar, but with gray hair, who was none other than Vallock. Sarufar's elder brother, Brooks, the warrior who was responsible for maintaining the situation in the south when the tribe went to the north to fight. Sarufar.

The Great Chief looked at his warriors, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Can your people still fight?"

Hearing the chieftain's question, the orc warrior Brooks. Sarufar thumped his chest fiercely, and said angrily:

"My warriors are still brave, and I, I can easily break the heads of 100 Alliance dogs!"

"Good!"

The Great Chief nodded in satisfaction, and then looked back at the chiefs, he took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice:

"I've sent Sarufar to contact the three clans of War Song, Broken Hand and Thunder King, if he can bring back reinforcements, we can still be saved!"

This made the eyes of all the chiefs, including Old Dahl, widen, but the next moment, the Great Chief personally extinguished the flame of their hope.

"But there is a premise at this time, that is, we can survive the siege of the alliance, and there is no food left, since the black iron dwarves are not willing to help us, then we will rob it!"

A fierce light flashed in Orgrim's eyes:

"I'm determined to have a fight with the Alliance Dogs this evening!"

"You're crazy!"

Red blurted out this sentence, but the next moment, he reacted and hurriedly said:

"I mean, Great Chief, the plague of exhaustion is spreading, and our soldiers are not fit to fight at this time!"

"I know! I know that the soldiers are tormented by the exhaustion of their souls, I also know that we have no more food, and I know what those Alliance dogs sacrificed so many warriors for! ”

The Great Chief stood up, his hands propped on the table in front of him, he looked at the chiefs in front of him viciously, and he shouted:

"They want to solve us in one go! What arrogance! They want us to rush out of the Blackstone Tower and fight them! Then we will satisfy them! ”

The old sword saint stood up and wanted to speak, but was stopped by the big chief with his eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone became low:

"You don't need to convince me, I'm calm, I know what I'm doing! Listen to me, brothers, even if we hate the Alliance dogs, we have to admit that they are indeed the most formidable opponents the tribe has ever encountered, and those soft eggs Delaney are not worthy of carrying shoes for these human warriors, but the braver the creatures, the stronger the recognition and following of the powerful leader..."

Orgrim paused, leaving a few seconds for the chiefs, who were not very good at thinking, to accept what he meant, and as everyone looked up, he continued:

"That's right! I mean, their civilization is not the same as ours, but they are no different from us when it comes to worshipping warriors, and for the past 3 years, the Alliance has sent assassins to kill me, why would they do that? ”

"They know that as soon as I die, the warriors of the tribe will be demoralized in unimaginable ways! But remember, the same applies to Union dogs! ”

The Great Chief clenched his fists, and he thumped his chest:

"As long as we can kill Lothar in this battle, although the alliance will not collapse immediately, believe me, this opponent's devastating morale blow can at least bring us a period of recuperation, and when we attack Lothar, we still need a team of warriors to loot the alliance's supplies!"

"That's right! We are out of food! But the enemy has it, and it depends on whether we have the courage and strength to take it! ”

"Bang"

The Great Chieftain's fist slammed into the table in front of him, and he looked at the chiefs in front of him and shouted in an almost roaring tone:

"Tell me! Is your courage and strength still there? ”

“Lok-tar ogar！”

The scendiary, and sounding to the orc's appetite, made the orcs in front of them clap their chests and shout tribal proverbs, a sight that made the Great Chief nod in satisfaction.

But when I saw Red, who wanted to talk and stopped. When the Black Hand was in the Black Hand, O'Grim knew that the cunning little cub of the Black Hand had discovered the loophole in his proposal, so he shouted loudly before Red could say it:

"I know that this series of failures has made you think that I am not a qualified chief, and I know that many people are secretly talking about this, and the Dragonthroat Clan has openly betrayed the tribe, but it doesn't matter!"

Behind him was the tribal warrior, Brooks. Sarufar reached out and handed the heavy hammer of destruction to Orgrim, who raised his black iron hammer and shouted:

"In this battle, I will take Kukaron to raid Lothar's position! I swear I'll use Anduin. Lothar's head to prove the future of the Horde! Who wants to go with us! ”

This roar stunned all the chiefs, and the next moment, the old swordmaster, whose whole body trembled with excitement, raised his flaming blade Sankesu high, colliding with Orgrim's hammer of destruction.

"Juggernaut Blade is always with you! Great Chief! ”

"Bang"

The hideous tomahawk also hit the surface of the hammer of destruction, and Brooks moved his shoulders and said in a deep voice:

"This time, I will be the same as the battle against Shattrath, and I will charge with you! If you fall, I'll fight to the death where you fell! In the name of Salufar! ”

"Bang"

Kilrog. Bloodeye's hunting stick, made of Draenor's behemoth, also slammed into the front of the three weapons, and the blood-ring orc chief said in a solemn tone:

"A long time ago, when I took over as Chief of the Blood Ring, I saw my own death in my lost eyes, but that was definitely not today! Definitely not here! ”

"The Blood Ring Clan is willing to charge with you!"

"And us! We would too! ”

The orc chieftains roared, and for a while, the tribe that was almost divided because of the betrayal of the dragon's throat and the destruction of food actually showed signs of reintegration.

Reed. The black hand gritted his teeth, he picked up the red war knife, and shouted loudly:

"The Blacktooth Laughing Clan is also willing..."

"No!"

Orgrim turned his head and looked at Red with a solemn look. The Black Hand, in the presence of all the chiefs of the tribe, said in a deep voice:

"Stop calling yourself the chief of the Blacktooth Laughing Clan, Red. Black Hand, you are no longer the chief of the Blacktooth Laughing Clan..."

This sentence sent Red's heart to the bottom, and he thought that Orgrim had peeked into his heart, but the next moment, the Great Chief's warhammer smashed on the stone table in front of him.

"You brought back Gul'dan's heart, you killed the traitor with your own hands, you fulfilled your promise, and I will fulfill mine... Reed. Black Hand, from now on, you will be the chief of the Blackstone Clan! And this time the battle does not need the participation of the Blackstone clan! ”

Ogrim placed his palm on Red's shoulder, and he accentuated his tone:

"I need you to take your clan and get enough war supplies back for the Horde while we attract Alliance soldiers... Let's hold out until reinforcements arrive! Can you do it? Black Hand Chief! ”

The name silenced everyone in the Chieftain's Hall for a while, Blackhan. The tribe led by the Black Hand was a mess, but no one could deny that without Blackhan's almost stubborn obstinacy, it would have been impossible for a scattered orc to form a tribe in the dying Draenor and come to Azeroth.

Blackham was terrible as a Great Chief, but his exploits could not be erased by anyone.

And hearing Orgrim call himself "Chief of the Black Hand", Red's heart was shaken for a moment, he looked at the brown-skinned Orc Great Chief in front of him, and he suddenly felt that maybe his father's defeat at the hands of Ogrim was not without reason.

But the next moment, his heart hardened again, and he had promised his father that he would reorganize the orthodox tribe, and he would not be shaken by Orgrim's words.

On top of that, he was the young chief of the Blackstone Clan himself, and Orgrim just gave him back what he deserved.

But having said that, in this frenzied atmosphere, Red couldn't say no at all, and he beat his chest hard with his left hand:

“Lok-tar ogar！”

"Good!"

Orgrim raised his head in satisfaction, his gaze like a tiger swept over the people in front of him, no one dared to make eye contact with him, and in the majesty of the dead silence, the Great Chief raised his hammer and roared:

"Then reorganize the army! Let's go... Use our weapons to tell the Alliance Dogs that the Horde hasn't lost yet! ”