Ogrim was irritable. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The failure of the cross-sea attack on Nanhai Town was already a disgrace on his resume as a great chief. Although everyone knows that this is just a relatively large-scale probing attack by Orgrim. Because the main clan that really fought was only more than 25,000 people from War Song, and most of the rest of the warriors were from small and medium-sized clans.

But failure is failure, and there is no concept of feint in the eyes of simple and crude orcs.

Most of them believed that Stormwind had been taken by the Black Hand Chieftain, and that Orgrim had simply turned around and picked up an empty city. And Ironforge, which was supposed to be Orgrim's battle, was not completely captured.

It's not that Kilrog*Deadeye's Blood Ring Clan doesn't work hard, but when they attack near the gates of Ironforge Castle, the warriors of the Blood Ring Clan get stuck. No orc can withstand that kind of three-dimensional, all-round cannon fodder blow.

Many times there is a hole in the abrupt mountain wall, and it will shoot lethal shots, or guns, or worse, cannons.

The biggest achievement was to advance into the doorway, almost enter the core area of the dwarves, and then kill the warriors inside and encounter the pocket formations made by the dwarves with steam tanks and various cannons.

The orc warriors were in ashes.

It's not about courage, it's purely a matter of fighting philosophy.

Just now, the news came that it was another defeat for Orgrim.

The news that the Pathfinder Fleet had returned from the Swamp of Sorrow was that the ocean-going fleet he had painstakingly built was almost completely wiped out, and he almost couldn't return a single one.

"A giant matromatrom that stretches across the entire ocean from the shore to the deepest part of the ocean?" Ogrim wondered if the orc's luck had run out, though he hadn't believed much in it.

In the past, he may have chanted about the blessings of the ancestral spirits, but after almost all orc shamans abandoned tradition and turned from shaman to warlock, he had never heard of a warlock who could sense the call of Mother Earth.

What Orgrim had to face was that winter was coming. Until the end of this winter, he will probably not be able to organize a decent cross-sea battle.

Wetlands, as the name suggests, are areas made up of a large number of swamps and shallow puddles. Spending the winter here is a nightmare. Orcs are hard-working, but if they have a choice, no one wants to spend the winter in such a wet and cold place.

Soon after Orgrim became the Grand Chief, the drawbacks of a somewhat lacking reputation began to appear.

He didn't have the strength to subdue the grumpy chiefs. And it seems that the requirements are so reasonable.

"We are willing to fight to the death for the tribe. But at least give us a peaceful winter. Unless it is a catastrophe of extermination, no clan will choose to go to war in winter. ”

"We've laid down an entire continent, the tribal warriors are tired, and winter is the time to produce the next generation of tribal warriors, and I can't argue with that tradition. ”

What are the orcs doing in winter? As long as there is enough food, the orcs are all roasting on the fire, eating the stored food, and holding the female orcs to give birth to baby orcs.

This is the tradition that orcs have passed on for thousands of years.

Orgrim reluctantly agreed to withdraw the army to the more comfortable area of Lockmodan a little to the south. And in order to appease his Blackstone Clan, he even moved most of the Blackstone Clan's orcs back to the Elwyn Forest.

Of course, the orcs of the Blackstone Clan are also willing to rush back to this territory that sacrificed more than 100,000 compatriots of the same clan to fight down after half a month's journey. After all, it's warmer, and not all of the forests Duke burned, and there are plenty of trees that can be used as charcoal fires to keep warm in the winter.

Orgrim's only second consolation was that his new deputy, the chief and shaman Zurushid of the Dragonthroat Clan, had brought him 'that news', as well as his greatest heart problem, Gul'dan, had been injured.

He went to see Gul'dan yesterday:

The tribe's former behind-the-scenes ruler is in bad shape.

"I'm sorry, Great Chief, but the human race has a very strong mage, and although I have also severely damaged him, it is clear that I will not be able to serve the tribe for a long time. As he spoke, Gul'dan was so angry that his shoulders were completely covered with a huge block of ice.

It should be said that half of his body is embedded in a block of ice.

Ogrim squinted, he hadn't seen the ice magic of a human mage, but it was the first time he had seen such a terrifying one. An ice pick pierced Gul'dan's shoulder, centered on the wound, where a terrifying stream of cold energy gathered.

Orgrim rudely smashed nearly half of the volume of ice with the [Hammer of Destruction], but it was useless, and the ice cube seemed to be an amoeba that could increase in value infinitely, and in just a few seconds, it returned to its original state again.

Orgrim frowned.

"This is a mysterious form of energy for humans called the [Arcane Circuit]. The strong man injected a part of his power into my body and formed a separate cycle. My injuries will not heal until this force is destroyed. ”

Ogrim nodded, "You take care of your injuries." ”

Orgrim walked away without even asking Gul'dan to provide more Death Knights for the Horde.

Who knew that as soon as Orgrim walked on his front foot, Gul'dan let out a sneer. In front of his henchman, the two-headed ogre magician Gugar, the ice cube on his shoulder shattered, and the seemingly cold and powerful ice pick was only a small stick as small as a chopstick tied to Guldan's shoulder.

"Orgrim, you idiot who doesn't know what power is. Very well, back to your war. I have other things to do, and because of your peace of mind, I will have more freedom to focus on these things. I will continue to play as this loyal warlock who has been honorably wounded for the Horde. But I swear...... It won't be forever. Soon I will get what I seek, and then you and this tribe will be gone before me forever. I will set up a new force to replace you, a force that is only loyal to me, and then I will transform the world according to my plan!haha!"

Gul'dan laughed wildly, and his laughter greatly encouraged the remaining warlocks of the Shadow Council......

After Orgrim left, he led the guards straight to the Dragonroar Clan's station.

At the patriarch's tent, Orgrim saw a thin, crumpled old orc, but still had a pair of sharp-eyed brownish-red eyeballs under his gray tattered braids.

"Zuluhid!" Orgrim shouted.

The old orc shaman looked at the voice, saw that it was the Great Chief calling his name, and immediately stood up, pushing away the wine glass and large plate that had been placed in front of him. (To be continued.) )