Orgrim once again raised the [Hammer of Destruction] in his hand, the hammer still stained with a little magma, looking extremely hideous and dazzling in the rising sun. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"We're here because this is our stronghold! The power of our whole tribe is here! We're here because we can rush out again and trample this continent under our feet! Planting the tribal flag on every inch of the world. So we'll be able to crush them again and make them tremble for our name again!"

By this time, the cheers had become loud enough to make the entire scorching canyon boil, and Orgrim raised his arms and let the frenzied cheers come to his face. He saw that the warriors of the tribe were all standing up, wielding their new, sophisticated weapons vigorously.

The Great Chief was pleased to see that the fighting spirit of the soldiers was once again aroused.

"We are the best hunters, we can wait for the opportunity, but we will not wait for death!" he said to his soldiers, "We are orcs! We are tribes! We will deal them a fatal blow! We will make them regret chasing here! Once we crush their formations, we will trample on their corpses and rule their land once again!"

When Orgrim swung the hammer over his head again, Zuluhid had already waved his hand.

A loud trumpet sounded. This contemplative trumpet sound, as if from ancient times, has crossed the long river of history.

It was as if each orc felt that his ancestors were watching him with a warm gaze.

At this moment, at this moment, the shouts that soared into the sky had already made the entire Blackstone Mountain where Orgrim was standing tremble.

Orgrim suddenly wanted to cry, this is the tribe that stands on top of the world with an indomitable heart, this is the tribe for which he is willing to give his life and even his soul.

Orgrim felt the hot wind sliding down his cheeks, and he couldn't tell if it was the heat of the scorching canyon or the heat from the orc cheers.

Never mind!

This was the people he loved! This was the orc warrior he knew in his mind.

There will be no tears in the face of failure.

Won't kneel and beg for mercy because of disadvantage.

Even if they fall, it will only fall in the direction of the charge, and their hands will be stained with the blood of the enemy.

Coming down from the terrace, Zuluhid greeted him and used the honorific as rudely as he did: "Great oratory, Great Chief." ”

Suddenly, a voice came: "I hope those little cubs who have never even seen Golon will not be scared to pee after seeing the dragon flying in the sky." ”

It was Kirrog * Deadeye, who was clearly resentful of the Bloodring Clan chief who had suffered a tragic loss in the war against the Red Dragon Legion.

Ogrim glanced at Kilrog and suddenly smiled, "Dragons are not the only masters of this world. I swear by the banner of the tribe that this battle has nothing to do with the dragons. ”

"Huh?" Kilrog's one-eyed half-narrowed.

Orgrim didn't bother with Kilrog, he turned to Savek, who had recovered a life from the front and had withdrawn, and said, "Get the warriors of our clan ready." I'll charge with my elite team, with the others following behind. ”

He glanced towards the large hall on the terrace, and there was a large mass of figures standing in the shadows. They were waiting for orders, and as Orgrim's gaze swept over, everyone straightened up and nodded. Orgrim nodded in response, this was his elite guard, there were not many of them, only three hundred, but each member was a two-headed ogre who had been baptized at the Storm Altar.

The Hammer of Doom is a noble orc who once hated ogres fiercely, but this is different, they are much smarter than their peers, and they are warriors rather than warlocks.

What's more, they owe allegiance to Orgrim alone, not out of identification with the tribe.

Orgrim knew that they admired their courage and strength - in fact, they saw themselves as trumpets ogres, and promised to obey their commands.

In the same way, he respects their power and understands that each of them can die for him if needed. Just as he was willing to give his life for the tribe.

Now, 250,000 orcs will use their lives as a weight to tie the victory of the tribe to the balance of fate.

That's all that remains......

Suddenly, an orc rushed over and whispered in Orgrim's ear, "Gouyle has found him, and he will be transferred to another slave master as you commanded, but...... Is that appropriate?"

Orgrim sighed, "According to the prophecy of the Lord Nagla, we must keep him with the humans...... It's fate!"

Destiny?

What a mysterious word.

Not far away, Kilrog*'s Dead Eye, whose face reads 'I don't want to fight,' seemed to see something through his eyes that could only briefly see the future.

He suddenly lifted his bone axe, made from the fangs of beasts, and came to stand beside Orgrim.

"Win or lose, the tribe should not be destroyed here. ”

Hearing Kilrog's words, Orgrim smiled.

"Let's go!"

At this moment, on a small hill three thousand meters away from the main battlefield, Anduin Lothar stood like a sword on horseback. He is the most trusted commander and the supreme commander of the Alliance.

Anduin was surrounded not only by knights, but also by his side, a whole silver hand was waiting by his side. Anduin pressed his hand to the hilt of his sword, and his eyes were constantly turning because he had been stuck up all night, and his eyes were constantly turning. The gaze of the falcon that constantly patrols in the distance of the plain is as sharp as that of a falcon.

The cheers of the orcs in the distance shook the heavens and the earth.

This made Anduin a little uneasy.

It is clear that the Grand Chief, Orgrim, has boosted the morale of the entire tribe. On the Alliance's side, Anduin felt fucked up for a while.

Terenus wanted to fight for merit and went crazy, so he forcibly changed the formation on the grounds that Lordaeron had the most troops, and asked the armies of the other eight countries of the alliance to be all centered on the Lordaeron army. If the Lordaeronian armies were as elite as Mograine's direct forces, then Anduin would have counted.

What the hell is this?

Terenus was stunned and stuffed all the noble private soldiers in one go, making up 150,000 men. Instead, the more powerful Gilneth and Alterac armies ran to transport grain. They also threatened to withdraw troops at every turn.

Well, now the front and center formations are all Lordaerons. On the left flank was the well-armed but slightly lacking will to fight the Dalaran Army plus the Highland Cavalry Regiment at Fort Riptide. On the right flank is a coalition of Copperbeard, Hammer Dwarves, and Gnomes. In the back are the mages of Quel'Salas and Dalaran, as well as the Ranger troops. (To be continued.) )