That's Duke Marcus!

Maybe the commander of the alliance is not him, and the leader of the alliance is not him, but Duke's role in the alliance is definitely above those two. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

If he is killed, he will definitely be able to curb the offensive of the alliance.

Without this super-genius commander full of outlandish ideas, the Alliance would be just a bunch of old-fashioned men who can fight conventional wars. Baron Garton, the servant of the Flame Lord Ragnaros, retreated, and before retreating, the news from the flames was 'Red Dragon Queen Alexstasa has sworn that she will never invade the Flame King's territory in the future unless the Flame King endangers the safety of the world.' ’。

This gave Orgrim renewed hope.

Without Duke, Orgrim could have defended Blackstone Mountain. When he defends the Blackstone Fortress with a small number of tribes, he can free up his main force to counterattack the Elwyn Forest, driving the humans of the Stormwind Kingdom into the sea for the second time. As long as it survives until winter, the tribe will be able to breathe, and at least half of the territory of the southern continent can still communicate with the other chiefs of the tribe.

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is very skinny.

Duke noticed Ogrim's intentions, and even though he was hundreds of meters away, Duke smiled at Ogrim and made a gesture of goodbye.

Duel?

Master, my magic circuit has collapsed now, and my fingers are tingling, and you told me to duel with an angry warrior boss?

That's really hehehehe.

Duke certainly didn't dump Orgrim.

Everything that should have been set up was arranged, and now there was Muradin* Brass behind him with two shields to cover Duke, and at the front of the car was Magni, a fierce man with two large axes, commanding. On the top cover of the tank, there are also six white ****s of the three Windranger sisters dangling around Duke (in fact, people are shooting the tribe hard).

If Duke stops the charge and comes back to duel with Orgrim, then Duke is brainless.

At first, Orgrim felt as if he had abandoned the front line and could reach Duke in a minute or so.

Ironically, when he wanted to charge, the tank under Duke had already accelerated. Obviously, the tank driver was also driving without a license, and he rushed forward all the way, and still flew at a speed of forty kilometers per hour even though he didn't know how many orcs he had hit and how many orcs he had knocked into disembowelment.

This is an incredible speed for a steam tank, of course, turning back the boiler will burn out or something, that's another matter.

While Orgrim was stunned, Duke's tank left and ran with the tank regiment to the relatively intact right flank of the Plague Tribe.

Orgrim had to turn back, looking desperately at everything in front of him.

The Horde had been in a good situation, but now it had turned from a crushing battle to a fierce battle, and the lines that had been struggling to advance in Orgrim's vision had become intertwined.

Although several times the chieftain and the tribal veterans launched the assault almost crushed the human front, the human soldiers' will to resist was so strong that it completely subverted the imagination of every tribal warrior since the beginning of the war. The desperate attack of the orcs on the right flank once succeeded in breaking through a huge gap in the phalanx, but the Dalaran soldiers, who had always had a poor will to fight, unexpectedly burst out with maximum blood.

If it had been before, they would have cried and screamed and scattered, and the orcs could have chased them after them like ducks. Now it's completely different, the human soldiers will quickly form a smaller circle to continue to resist, and if not, they will use all means to launch a counterattack against the orcs. The sword is broken and smashed with a shield, the shield is broken, the short sword is stabbed, and the short sword is gone, so I go to pick up the weapon of the dead robe, and I can't pick it up again, even if I know that it is death, I dare to wave my fists and rush up.

The attack was defused several times at the last moment, leaving the orc army on the right flank without an inch of progress for a long time, and the battle was extremely fierce, and the blood even stained the dirty black earth bright red.

"Bang Bang!" the spear throwers of the Alliance returned, and the spear throwers, who had once again summoned up their courage, almost hit the rear of the shield swordsmen, and threw their spears at the orcs no more than twenty meters from the front line.

"Woohoo!" the FFF Regiment's flamethrower team also arrived, and under the guidance of some of their experienced commanders, they gave up attacking the Orcs of the Blackstone Clan in favor of the new tender green skins.

Orgrim gasped, but his heart was cold.

Sharp spears began to obscure the sky, and more orc blood began to fill the black earth, and countless orcs swung their weapons past their great chieftain.

However, Orgrim soon heard countless screams of despair or angry screams ringing in his ears, as if he wanted to stop the tribe from sliding into the abyss of defeat, but he found that it was useless.

"Big Chief, no! something must be done!?" Lexa slashed an Alliance warrior to death with an axe and strode over, there were no beast pets left by his side.

Orgrim stared at the orc who had helped him with Duke's big move at Grimbaatar. Kashdrak died, and Lexa survived by his ogre bloodline and his strong body. Now, Lexa, who saved his life, is the captain of his personal guard.

Ogrim smiled, "yes, we have to do something." ”

The tribe, which has been repeatedly weakened, is like a broken wall, obscuring all light and all hope. True, the tribe's initial policy of slaughter was a grave that the tribe dug for itself. Maybe it's okay to defeat the single race of the Draenei, but in the face of the larger, more multi-racial Azeroth, it's a search for death.

Orgrim has been trying to make a difference, to find a way that will allow the tribe to thrive better. In the haze, Orgrim seemed to see the light of the morning light shine through the pitch-black wall, peeking through the holes in the decaying wall.

He wanted to see the scenery behind the wall, but before that, it was up to him to make his last effort whether he would be crushed to die under the collapsing wall, or whether he would tear down the wall and see a more beautiful scenery and usher in a more perfect new life.

Who!?

Who else can help the tribe turn the tables?

Suddenly, Orgrim saw a group of knights rushing into battle.

The spear banner with a lion's head depicted on a blue background and gold borders is so dazzling that Orgrim will never forget it, the golden lion banner of the Stormwind Kingdom.

The Kingdom of Stormwind, the first kingdom conquered by orcs after they came to this world.

Now, it is the counterattack from the remnants of this kingdom that has lost its own capital that has put the tribe in a desperate situation. (To be continued.) )