The orcs' desperate struggle has dealt a near-devastating blow to the Burning Plains.

The King of Magic is arrogant, and he will not tell mortals what he does, and mortals are not qualified to question it, but at this juncture, the blackstone tower, which was originally easy to defend and difficult to attack, was destroyed by a surprise attack, which is not a joy for the alliance soldiers who are eager to expel the orc tribe.

The vanguard of the alliance is stopping at Red Ridge Mountain with a large army, these troops are the vanguard of Dai Lin's fleet directly transported from Kazmodan to the western wilderness, they will enter the Burning Plains from the west, and on the other side of the Burning Plains, the scorching canyon battlefield that is closely defended by orcs and connected to Kazmodan is in charge of the Ironforge Dwarves who have just joined the alliance and the Riptide Castle legions who have rushed over by land.

The coalition forces have made a final attack plan, attacking the Blackstone Tower from the north and west at the same time, the first goal is to trap the orcs in the burning plain, and then annihilate the last living force of the orcs in the form of siege warfare!

At this juncture, though, Malygos' attack completely disrupted everything.

Although it is unclear what the orcs did to provoke the attack of the always mysterious blue dragon, the leader of the mages accompanying the army, Khadgar, told Lothar with certainty that the road ahead was clear.

Khadgar wore a heavy blue robe, gloves, and a Guardian's Staff, and in front of him, the solemn faces of Coalition Marshal Lothar and General Dai Lin, the supreme commanders of the Vanguard Army.

"Listen to me, Marshal Lothar, Admiral Dai Lin, your worries are normal!"

Still young, but already with gray hair, the old mage whispered:

"Mortals have always had a fear of dragons, and even mages are reluctant to deal with these dangerous creatures, but I can guarantee that the Phantom of the King of Magic has nothing to do with the Alliance's attack, it must be the tribe's miscellaneous who did something that annoyed it, such as their enslavement of the Red Dragon, and I have repeatedly probed, the magic fluctuations of the King of the Blue Dragon have disappeared, and it has left."

Although this answer was categorical, it could not reassure the commander, especially since the red dragon had played a rather dishonorable decision in the invasion of the Horde, Dai Lin hesitated for a moment, he lowered his voice, and said:

"So, Master Khadgar, you mean, the appearance of that terrifyingly powerful dragon has nothing to do with the Alliance, and it is not here to help us? In your opinion, will it ever come back again? And most importantly, will it interfere with our war? ”

Faced with this rather layman's question, Khadgar shrugged his shoulders and said with a relaxed face:

"The concentration of magic in the Burning Plains at this time is extremely high, which means that the magic power of the mages will also be amplified, and most importantly, fighting in the high magic area will not affect the bodies of the soldiers, and believe me, even with Dalaran's rather limited understanding of the dragon kings, these arrogant creatures disdain to join the mortal battlefield... It's hard to accept, but in reality, in their eyes, we're no different from orcs. ”

"Good and evil are defined by ourselves, and dragons don't care about that."

This rather unceremonious answer made Dai Lin breathe a sigh of relief, because the alliance navy had suffered heavy losses under the "aid" of the red dragon several times before and after, and the admiral had no good impression of the dragon at all, and after repeated confirmation, King Dai Lin twisted his beard and said to Marshal Lothar, who was contemplative beside him:

"If that's the case, it's a rare opportunity in front of us, Marshal Lothar, the news from MI7 in the Stormwind Kingdom has been confirmed, and the Blackstone Tower has indeed been partially destroyed, I think we should take advantage of this opportunity..."

Delin's voice interrupted Marshal Lothar's thoughts, who jerked his head, rubbed his chin, and said to the two men in front of him:

"I'm thinking about whether the appearance of the Blue Dragon King can be a means for us to boost morale, and you know, because of the orcs manipulating the red dragon, many soldiers have become unnecessarily afraid."

"But the blue dragons aren't on our side, in fact, they're the weirdest of all the dragons..."

Khadgar was a little puzzled, and he explained with the knowledge of a mage: "Blue dragons have never appeared in the confrontation of civilizations, they have always refused to deal with mortal creatures. ”

"That's right, you're right, Master Khadgar."

Marshal Lothar stood up and patted his armor:

"But the soldiers don't know this... Even if it's just a rumor, if it can dispel the soldiers' fear of your orc-controlled red dragons, that's enough! ”

Soon, the vanguard of the Alliance appeared on the battlefield of the devastated Burning Plains, and when the first team of knights rushed under the banner of the Stormwind Kingdom to the bottom of the Blackstone Tower, the nightmarish news was quickly delivered to Orgrim.

From the retreat to the present, in just half a month, the high-spirited chief seems to have aged by more than ten years, and in the past few days, he has received a steady stream of bad news in his hands.

The Blacktooth Laughing Clan was ambushed by the Alliance Navy, and fewer than 500 people escaped.

After the dragonthroat orcs were left to be severed, the promised support of the young dragons was not visible at all, and the skullcrusher Necruz had become a warlord on the side.

Bloodfiend was confident that he wanted to open up the situation for the tribe, and two hours ago, the last fortress, the Blackstone Tower, was cut off by a quarter of the devastating pillar of light because of that bastard.

The Blood Ring Clan who stayed behind had the heart to rescue, but they were trapped in the Valley of Thorns by the goblins who turned their faces and didn't recognize people.

He still has tens of thousands of orcs in his hands, but that strange exhaustion and illness are raging like a plague among the orc community.

All this made Orgrim feel a kind of desperation, fate is really unpredictable, in less than a month, the tribe has gone from having the upper hand to a desperate situation trapped in a lonely land.

He looked at the battle report in his hand, although there were only a few thousand knights who had arrived in the Burning Plains so far, Orgrim was sure that there would be no need to wait until tomorrow morning for tens of thousands of human soldiers to set foot on the last land of the tribe.

His fingers tightened, and the battle report written in the animal skin was crumpled into a ball in his hand.

In the Great Chief's hall, Orgrim stood, his back to the map of the hides behind him, and a dark shadow shone on the Great Chief's cheeks in the beating flames of the braziers that surrounded the room, rendering the Great Chief's heroic end so miserable.

His ambitions, all his plans for the future, and his hopes of rebuilding the orc civilization have been completely shattered.

But even so, he was not willing to just admit defeat, and the tribe was not without hope of victory.

"Sarufar!"

Orgrim whispered, and a moment later, the orc overseer Safarul strode into the chieftain's hall, his steps a little vague, and the bloodshot at the bottom of his eyes had weakened a lot, which meant that a warrior as powerful as Sarufar had also been affected by the tired "plague".

"Great Chief! I'm here! ”

But this exhaustion was overcome by his spirit, and from the outside, Sarufar was still the invincible orc overseer.

"I need you to get to the Dark Gate, Sarufar, it's a dangerous mission, the last messenger was killed by the Shattered Hand Assassin before he could reach the Hellfire Citadel, and in its current form, I can't send you too many."

Orgrim sat back in his chair, picked up a pen, and wrote quickly on the leather scroll, and said without raising his head:

"I need you to contact Grom, Kargas, and Fenris to bring Warsong, Broken Hands, and the Thunder King Clan to Azeroth for support! I want them to pass through the Dark Gate as fast as they can, raid the Alliance vanguard from behind, and open up the situation for the Horde! ”

He looked up, and there was a cold light shining in his narrowed eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

"Whatever those arrogant chiefs want! I can only keep the last territory of the tribe and guarantee our last hope in this world, and I will give as much as they want! ”

"But the chief!"

Sarufar was not a fool, and he immediately realized what Orgrim meant, and he propped his hands on the table and said in a deep voice:

"From the Burning Plains to the Dark Gate, plus convincing those chiefs, this back and forth, it will take at least 15 days, and the alliance is now fighting on two fronts, can we still hold out until that time?"

"That's something I need to think about, Sarufar."

After Ogrim finished writing the letter, rolled the hides into scrolls, and tossed them to the Overseers, he breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and moved his shoulders:

"Lothar bought off those Ravenhod's assassins and tried to assassinate me many times, he knows very well that as soon as I die, the tribe will be in chaos in an instant, but how can it be done by relying on those assassins!"

The Great Chief walked to the window of the hall, he looked out the window at the scorched and dim sky of the Burning Plains, he seemed to have returned to the iron-blooded battlefield, he took a deep breath, and whispered:

"Soon we will have a final battle, and I will show Lothar on the battlefield what a real decapitation tactic is."

"I will cut off his head on the battlefield and crush their marshal in front of his soldiers, Lothar's death will be our hope to persevere, and only such a deterrent can let the cunning Alliance dog know that even if it falls into the water, it is still a tiger... If you want to kill the tiger, they are not qualified yet! ”

This gesture of giving up everything worried Sarufar, and he clenched the scroll in his hand and whispered:

"Maybe we can hold on and join forces with the Black Iron Dwarves at the bottom of the Blackstone Tower, just like the Iron Forge, the Blackstone Tower will also become a nightmare for the Alliance soldiers, and the cunning Alliance dogs have suffered enough, they will..."

"Cowardice!"

Orgrim was furious at Sarufar's suggestion, and he turned around, grabbed Sarufar's collar with both hands, and lifted the orc overseer from the ground, and he looked at Sarufar viciously, and roared loudly:

"You're scared! Sarufar! You're scared of those alliances! ”

"I didn't! I'm not afraid of them! ”

Sarufar replied fearlessly:

"I just think that if we hold on, our warriors will leave some fire behind, and don't forget, Great Chief, that strange exhaustion is eating us away like a plague, and every warrior is extremely precious to us!"

Sarufar's words left Orgrim speechless, the sudden exhaustion of the plague was like a punishment given by fate to the orcs, making the originally bloodthirsty and aggressive orc warriors weak, and what was even more terrifying was that this weakness did not act on the body, but directly on the soul and will.

If a warrior's will is broken, is he still worthy of being called a warrior?

The Great Chief's anger was drained in an instant, and he sat back in his chair with a tired expression, and Sarufar, who had made a great mistake but was still his most trusted Overseer, whispered:

"Do you really think we have a third one to go? Sarufar? Without! ”

"Either take your people to take root in this world and live, or flee back to the Gate of Darkness like a defeated dog to die! How many humans have we killed? How many orcs have humans killed? At this point in the war, even if we want to retreat, the Alliance will not allow us to safely withdraw to the Dark Gate..."

"The seeds of hatred have been planted, and under the watering of blood, it has long taken root and sprouted, like a deadly poisonous weed, forcing both sides to fight to the death, Sarufar, there is no way out! If we are destined to die in this world, are you willing to be tortured by hunger and disease, abused like a wild dog, and unwilling to swallow your last breath? ”

"Nobody wants to! No one would do that! ”

The Great Chief's fingers on the table clenched suddenly, and his voice changed from low exhaustion to firmness, like a rock that would never be crushed by the tide.

"The era of conquest and invasion is over, Sarufar, now, next, including in the days to come... Orcs, us! It's time to fight for survival! ”