Orgrim's hands trembled at the blow and the pent-up fury in his heart. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Victory is just one step away from you!

Originally, he thought that he would be able to occupy the most important city of the alliance in a few days at most, crush the will of the entire alliance to resist, and turn them into lost dogs that would collapse when they met the tribe.

Now, the chances are gone, and victory is becoming more and more remote, but in his heart, glory always comes first.

Orcs who have lost their glory are worthless.

Killing enemies is glory!

It is glory to save your fellow citizens!

It is also glory to kill traitors!

None of these should be missing.

But why is everyone in a hurry to kill the traitor first?

Orgrim saw the fear and hesitation in the eyes of the little chiefs.

Fear, hesitation, are they still orcs?

Ogrim was about to go wild, but suddenly he saw a giant banner the size of the city gate rising from the east gate of Lordaeron - it was the blue storm flag of the damned Duke Marcus.

The Great Chief's body shook involuntarily.

He got it!

This is the result of his invincibility against Duke, and the explosion after many accumulations!

Most of the orcs are simple! There are not so many curves, and they don't know what a strategic retreat is. All they knew was that when their Great Chief faced the owner of the Blue Storm Flag, he had not won once.

Or rather, win or lose.

He refused to take the city at Quel'Thalas, and was again assumed to be afraid of Duke. Or rather, these little chiefs, who have eaten through Duke's suffering, have no hope of winning Duke. They would rather deal with Gul'dan, who also looks rather weird.

Orgrim felt a pang of grievance.

"Tomorrow the whole army will march and attack the large camp north of the human city! If anyone has a problem with my orders, then [Makgora] will solve it! If not, then prepare for me!" Orgrim forced the attack plan with the power of the Grand Chief.

After instructing the various chiefs and lieutenants, Orgrim was left alone.

The next day, although no specific instructions were received from Orgrim, Grom saw wolf smoke rising from the other side of Lordaeron.

"One far, two near, three puffs of wolf smoke, well, the signal to attack is right. ”

Wolf smoke is a simple means of communication, which can only be used to transmit simple signals, and finding that the humans did not stop him from attacking the city, Grom subconsciously thinks that it is Orgrim's side that has put more pressure on the humans.

From the very beginning, Grom was almost the whole army pressed on the onslaught.

In less than half an hour, good news came.

"We're about to take the gates!" a grin erupted as an orc roared, and a grin appeared on the rugged face of Grom*'s Hellroar.

Victory is at hand!

While no amount of warriors he had been able to nibble down the thick line of defense on the border between the Silverpine Forest and the Tirisfard Glades until then, the tide of events had been reversed.

While making his way through the line of defense that had been abandoned by the humans, Grom saw a large number of fire-breathing iron lumps being discarded on the side of the road.

For orcs, it was obviously not a problem to carry those heavy things, but it was estimated that humans would be able to choke on the narrow forest dirt roads in horse-drawn carts.

It is clear that Orgrim has attacked the Alliance's main city from the east, causing a great deal of panic among these humans. During the multi-day march, Grom saw a large number of discarded baggage, and even wounded soldiers who committed suicide in despair.

Humans panicked.

Grom thinks so.

In fact, his judgment was not wrong, before returning to Lordaeron City, without Duke's strategy, the entire Lordaeron army would probably be more than half broken due to the pursuit of the Horde's Western Legion. Even if it hadn't collapsed, the other Lordaeron legions wouldn't have much combat power except for Mograine's Scarlet Cross Legion.

Now heavily distorted by the relentless onslaught of the Orc Vanguard, once breached, his warriors would be able to flood into the city, killing the remaining guards and razing the city.

With this as a stronghold, they can quickly occupy the rest of the continent, driving humans to the sea and pushing them into the sea. In the end, the continent will belong to the tribes, who will end the war and start a new life.

After holding back for so long, Grom finally saw hope.

He carried his famous Confederacy and Horde axe [Blood Roar] and watched as his soldiers slammed into the city gates once more.

If only those two-headed ogres were here, Grom thought, the big ones should be able to climb the walls and use their weapons to carve a few big holes in the thick stone. But he wondered why the shouts from across the city seemed to come from the north of the city.

Isn't it better to let human beings ignore each other?

But it was at this time that a surging whistling sound could be heard from behind the city wall in the distance.

Wind?

Where did the wind come from?

From a distance, a large golden cloud converged over the city gate at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then accompanied by a golden lightning bolt that struck the orcs who hit the city gate, suddenly, I don't know when the black oil floating onto the moat was ignited.

The flames erupted, burning the orcs who were crossing the river and climbing the walls into a human-shaped torch almost instantly.

Fire!?

It's fire again?

The golden thunderclouds continued to gather in the direction of the orcs, and several bolts of lightning fell on the orcs' massive siege engines, exploding in the midst of the orc infantry who had gathered behind the siege engines, dodging arrows and javelins.

There were a few loud bangs, and the crowd suddenly flew with flesh and blood.

Grom's heart was bleeding.

Those are the elite of the Warsong Clan! They have been through a hundred battles, have experienced the baptism of fire in the Silver Pine Forest, and are wearing the thickest armor in the whole place, and they have been electrocuted like this?

The golden thunderball opened several large pits in the ground that could bury dozens of people. The stones that were blown up, the stumps of the orcs, and the pieces of armor that flew out caused secondary damage to the surrounding area, and the screams were all together for a while.

At this time, several huge red fireworks rose from the north, west, and south sides of the orc army at the same time.

Suddenly, a loud horn sounded from all three directions at the same time.

Three or four kilometers away, what had previously looked like woods was abruptly blurred, and then appeared in front of the orcs rows of humanoid objects in silver-white armor.

The silver wave enveloped the orc forces in the shape of a half-moon, and it felt like an innumerable number of human soldiers, who had long since outnumbered the orcs' mathematical abilities.

Ordinary orcs only know that there are many, many humans. (To be continued.) )