The tribe's green-skinned orcs stormed into the hinterland of the Lordaeron Kingdom, the most powerful of the Seven Kingdoms, burning and looting along the way, and the Tirisfa region near the royal capital was thrown into chaos.

The Orcs carried out a massacre around Lake Lordaeron near the royal city of Lordaeron, 3 towns were razed to the ground, thousands of civilians were killed, this massacre completely frightened the inhabitants of the kingdom, they left their family and rushed into the royal city of Lordaeron for refuge, and some of the people were gathered by the Grand Duke of the kingdom Mograine in the monastery north of Tirisfa, where they formed another line of defense.

After taking over the passage of the Alterac Mountains, on the afternoon of the third day of storming into the hinterland of Lordaeron, the Marshal of the Kingdom who was defending the walls of Lordaeron saw the first orcs appear in the horizon, and then a whole green army, the banners representing different clans fluttering under the sky of Tirisfa, and the defense of Lordaeron City was only 30,000 men.

It must have been a real battle, and everyone who remained in the city, from the marshal to the soldiers, was ready to die in battle, and in a real crisis, the integrity of a king could be revealed.

Compared to King Pirenod of Alterac, Tyrenus has reached old age. King Minethir, instead of abandoning the city of Lordaeron, on the contrary, after learning of the arrival of the orcs, the old king also wore ceremonial armor and personally inspired the warriors on the city walls.

Although many people know that this is just a show, in such a war, being able to defend a city with soldiers to the death is enough for a feudal king!

"Warriors of Lordaeron!"

"If savage orcs are destined to set foot in this city! So I... Terenus. Minethil, the king and guardian of this kingdom, will be the last one standing in their way! From today onwards, I will also be a member of the guardian city! ”

The old king raised his sword high, and in the gaze of tens of thousands of soldiers, he raised his head proudly, the crown shining in the sun, the old king, whose hair and beard were all white, was also a brave warrior in his youth, although his body had aged with age.

But when he stood on the battlefield again, the eyes under his white eyebrows were still like a lion awakened by a predator, and his sonorous voice, with the help of the mages, spread throughout the city.

"They have to cross our corpses in order to enter the city, to hurt our people!"

"And we'll tell them with our swords! Their roar does not deter our courage! Their axes can't break our souls! ”

"Lordaeron will win! The alliance will win! Humanity will win! ”

"Humanity will win!"

The cries of the whole city rang out at this moment, and in the sun, in the face of the threat, the last courage of mankind was finally ignited, and under the order of Marshal Gathris, the cannons placed on the high walls opened fire, and with the unyielding will of mankind, in the thunderous explosions and flames, sent the first wave of tempting orcs into hell.

And the sound of artillery and the wild roar of the orcs also represents the 6-year Azeroth invasion war, which has finally reached the end at this moment, and the conflict between humans and orcs is about to come to an end.

However, at this important moment, the front-line commander of the orcs is not their wise big chief, but the old Dahl of the Fireblade clan, Ogrim went to an important place, and his whereabouts are top secret!

But he will soon be there, and like the old king of humanity, Terenus, Orgrim will not want to miss this final feast of war.

Where is he?

He's in the Alterac Valley!

This is a world of ice and snow, this valley is located in the northwest of the Alterac Mountains, not far from the Tirisfal Woodlands, this valley is rich in materials, and despite the cold temperatures, it produces enough resources to ensure the survival of the few people living here.

But Orgrim wasn't here to slaughter the few humans he had, he was here to see an old friend.

The brown-skinned Great Chief was half-kneeling in the snow, and in front of him were two tombstones in a strong orc style, draped in a somewhat tattered flag, which was a sign of a white wolf's head and snowflakes, representing the orc clan - the frostwolf!

And on the tombstone, the name of the owner of this cemetery is also written in orc language.

"Dulongtan, son of Chief Galada, the greatest chief of the Frostwolf Clan, and his wife, Lady Draka, rest here."

The snowflakes of the Alterac Valley scene fell on Orgrim's shoulders, and the back of the always strong Great Chief looked so lonely in the falling snow.

His guards stood at a great distance, and the Great Chief was now reluctant to be disturbed.

Ogrim looked at the tombstone in front of him, he stretched out his hand to wipe the snow off the tombstone, a touch of gentleness appeared in his eyes, and he whispered:

"Durotan, old friend, I am lonely in your absence."

"No one in this tribe understands me, they fear me, they fear me, they obey me only because I can lead them to victory, but I know that in the end, after losing the enemy of humanity, the raging blood in their veins will still divide the new world we have so hard to occupy."

"Everyone thinks we're about to win, but I know, Durotan, that as you once said, the real hard war of the orcs has just begun, and unfortunately, even now, I haven't found a way to deal with this soul rage..."

"If you're still here, you're certainly better suited to be the Great Chief than I am, your wisdom, your bravery, old friend, we should have joined forces to rule the tribe."

He let out a sigh of relief, looked at the smaller tombstone next to him, and said with some sadness:

"Draka, my friend, I broke my promise, even if I searched most of the human world, I couldn't find your son, my nephew Gouyle, but I won't give up, I don't believe that Gouyle, who inherited the blood of the frostwolf, will die in this new world... I'll find him! After defeating the Human Alliance, I will search every corner of this continent! ”

"I swear to you! I will find him and raise him as my heir! I will take Gouyle with me to realize the new world we once agreed to! ”

"I will use my hands to build a new civilization for the orcs! I swear! ”

As soon as Orgrim's words fell, a cold voice sounded in the snow-covered forest behind him:

"Get out of here! The chieftain of the tribe, you are not welcome in the Frostwolf Clan! ”

With this sound, the originally silent forest came alive at this moment, and hundreds of frostwolf orcs armed with spears and war knives harnessed their war wolves, rushed out of the forest, and in undisguised malice, they surrounded Orgrim and his guards.

These orcs, who have brown skin and green skin, seem to have the same hatred, and the most terrifying are the wolves that follow behind the Frostwolf Wolf Cavalry, the huge wolves who should be the most fearsome predators in this valley, but now, they have become the frostwolf clan's best companions and comrades.

The wolf howls of the wolves came and went, and they looked at the dozen orcs who were surrounded with the eyes of predators, and all they needed was an order from their companions, and these raging wolves would pounce on them and tear the orcs in front of them to pieces.

And in the face of this terrible threat, the Kukaron guards of the Great Chief clenched their weapons, and the Frostwolf Clan, which had been exiled for more than 3 years, looked even more powerful than they thought.

And leading this group of frostwolf orcs is an old orc riding on a snow-white war wolf, his eyes with black strips of cloth, indicating that he is a blind man, he is bald, and his long beard is full of spots, looking drooping and old, but when he comes out of the frost wolf orcs, the cold wind in the whole valley is howling, and the snow is dancing wildly, as if to welcome his master.

When he appeared, the manic wolves also quieted down, and this scene was inexplicably awe-inspiring.

This old orc jumped down from the huge war wolf, and every time he took a step, the elite Kukaron guards who protected the big chief took a step back, there was no way, the momentum of the old orc was too strong, like the incarnation of this valley, and it was brutally pressed towards them, making them almost unable to breathe.

"Get out of the home of the frostwolves! Orgrim! ”

The old orc shouted, "We don't want to have the slightest connection with your tribe!" Your wars, your victories, have nothing to do with us anymore! ”

"Elder Drektar!"

Orgrim stretched out his hand to push away the nervous guards, he looked directly at the old orc in front of him without fear, he felt the howling and hostility of the cold wind in front of him, and he whispered:

"It seems that the elemental spirits of this world have reaffirmed you, and you are stronger than I remember."

In the face of this flattery, the old orc did not pay attention to it at all, and he silently "looked" at Orgrim, waiting for his explanation, while the Great Chief thought for a moment, and said sincerely:

"Elder Drektar, I am sorry for everything that happened to Durotan, I am also very painful, I have personally killed the black hand of the Great Chief who contributed to this conspiracy, and now I lead the tribe, I have fought under the city of Lordaeron, I hope that the Frostwolf Clan can return to the tribe, I promise, everything that happened in the past will not happen again!"

Faced with the Great Chief's solicitation, the powerful orc shaman did not answer, but the frostwolf orcs who followed him began to roar:

"Liar! You're a liar, Orgrim! ”

"You killed Chief Durotan!"

"What about Gul'dan's head? We heard about you, and you let him continue to serve you! ”

"It's the tribe that banished us! Now you want us to join us again! Delusion! ”

"We're not going with you! You are butchers! You slaughter the children of mankind! You have no honor to speak of! ”

The frostwolf orcs are probably the last tribe in the current tribe to inherit the orc tradition, although there are also clansmen who have drunk the blood of demons, but with the help of shamans, they can achieve self-control, and have not degenerated to the same level as other clans, completely losing the honor of orcs.

And it was precisely because of the persistence of the Frostwolf Clan that they were brutally banished by the previous Great Chieftain, and even their much-loved and respected chieftain Durotan and his wife were assassinated by the assassins sent by the Shadow Council near Dunhold Castle in the hills.

This incident has become a disaster that cannot be reconciled between the Frostwolf clan and the tribe.

"I don't want anything to happen to Durotan either!"

In the face of this accusation, Ogrim roared: "He and I have been best friends since childhood, we are brothers beyond blood!" I killed all the Warlocks of the Shadow Council to avenge him, leaving Gul'dan behind because I needed him to defeat humanity for me! ”

"But he won't live forever!"

The Great Chief set his eyes on the orc old shaman, and he said in a deep voice:

"Trust me, Elder Drektar, I'll prove it with my actions! I don't expect you to join my tribe right away, but I have to drain all the power I can to attack Lordaeron, I just hope that, for the sake of fellow orcs, the Frostwolf Clan can hold the passage to the Alterac Mountains for us, once ..."

"No need to say more!"

Drektar interrupted Orgrim's description, and he turned around and disappeared into the forest with the wolf on his back:

"Strong winds and snow will completely seal down this mountainous area, but we only have seven days, and we don't want to go head-to-head with humanity, and we don't want our hard-won second home to be subjected to war again."

"And I, I'm waiting for your action, Orgrim... If Durotan was here, he would have made that choice too, but for the last time! Orgrim, don't let the frostwolves down, don't... Your brother who has slept underground is disappointed! ”

"Thank you! Elder Drektar. ”

The Great Chief sincerely put his fist to his chest and shouted to the old orc:

"I will fulfill Durotan's last wish with my own hands! I'm not going to let the world repeat itself! ”

The Grand Chief breathed a sigh of relief when the last frostwolf orc was gone, and he looked back in Tirisfa's direction, and said to the guards beside him:

"Go, gather all the orcs guarding the mountains and follow me to the battlefield!"

"There's no more to worry about, now... Let's bury the Union once and for all! ”