Anomaly Of Warcraft

If a person thinks he is dead, then he or she is really dead.

If a dragon thinks it has lost, then it really loses.

But as a leader, as the tribal chief, even if he has foreseen a tragic future, he still has to show the momentum to change the sky with the sun and the moon, and fight for a bright future for the race.

This is the orc spirit that wins or kills.

There is nothing to be afraid of death, but the relief of returning to calm body and spirit. As long as the race is still there, as long as one's own heroic deeds are still being sung, then who dares to say that Orgrimmar is dead?

Fighting is to live forever!

Orgrim constantly patrolled between the orc camps, constantly cheered up the soldiers, constantly communicated with the small leaders within the clan, and constantly threatened and lured other clans...just to maintain the unity of the tribe.

After all, the tribe is too young. When Orgrim was young, he didn't know why he would defend it, but he intuitively felt that the tribe could not die.

Because the orcs are never slaves!

In the past, Draenor, the fragmented orc clan struggled to survive and was bullied.

Today's Azeroth, the Horde army is sweeping the entire continent!

If it weren't for Gul'dan... Gul'dan who is to blame for all deaths! ! !

Whenever I think of the Damn it warlock, Orgrim hates it.

Because of Gul'dan's betrayal, the tribe lost its indomitable momentum; because of Gul'dan's betrayal, Orgrim lost more than one hundred thousand supporters; because of Gul'dan's betrayal, the hearts of the Blackstone clan were scattered.

The hearts of the people are scattered, and the team is not easy to lead.

Reid Blackhand brought his supporters to the Black Dragon Legion in Blackrock Mountain.

Kilrogg's blood cave clan hid in the Elwynn Forest.

The Dragonmaw clan was divided by the alliance army, and did not listen to the announcement,

Orgrim was angry and helpless.

Obviously as long as the orcs are united, what counts Hillblad's failure?

In order to obtain the resources for survival, the Horde army crossed the Dark Portal to fight Azeroth. This was a gamble for survival. The orcs are like a broken bamboo.

However, after capturing the Kingdom of Stormwind, the orcs became lazy.

There are even clansmen who suggested that Orgrim negotiate a peace with the Alliance.

How naive this is.

Where is the soil for peace between humans and orcs?

So Orgrim could only do his best to gather the power in his hand, even if it would cause more internal friction.

Under nearly brutal and bloody suppression, the warchief pieced together an army of 100,000. But Orgrim understood that all he could rely on was the Blackrock Orc in his early 30s. Once the Blackstone clan lost its dominance within the tribe, the tribe was over.

It's a pity that other orcs don't understand Orgrim's thoughts. In the eyes of other small clans, Orgrim is practicing the power of the clan.

"Warchief, another team of about three hundred people has withdrawn south, Kilrogg refused to execute the order of suppression."

"understood."

"Then we..."

"You don't have to do anything, that's it. After we defeat the league, those cowards will not be eligible to enjoy the fruits of victory."

"Yes."

Orgrim said nonsense that he didn't believe very much, and ended the conversation with his subordinates.

In the empty war fortress, apart from the guards, only Orgrim was left. The Hammer of Doom was randomly thrown on the huge terrain sand table. Orgrim looked down at the current situation of the Burning Plain, frowning deeply.

Too passive.

The huge disadvantage in numbers has led to the passive form of the overall situation of the orcs.

Because Blackrock Mountain, or the Blackrock Fortress that connects the Searing Gorge and the Burning Plain, is not a suitable place to open a posture and fight. In other words, the overall advantage of the orcs in combat power can't be brought into full play here.

The Black Stone Mountain tunnel is long and narrow but not congested, with up to ten heavily armed orcs or fifteen human soldiers standing side by side. This kind of small-scale battle is really beneficial to mankind.

There are no more than a hundred sword saints who still follow Orgrim's orders, but the paladin in Lothar's hands knows how many there are.

The huge losses in the battle of adding fuel had to make Orgrim give up the idea of ​​blocking the Alliance at Blackstone Mountain.

But if the Alliance is allowed to set foot on the Burning Plains, then the problem will come again.

What do the tribes that have lost a lot of war materials used to fight offensive and defensive wars and positional wars with the Alliance?

Let alone the failure of the Battle of Hillblad, a large number of excellent and elite orc soldiers were killed and captured. The average individual quality of the orc soldiers stationed in the Burning Plains is far inferior to that of the original unit that fought across the sea. . Even the war equipment is seriously inadequate. At several frontline war fortresses, the warlords have asked Orgrim for support countless times.

Catapult parts, bowstring arrows, axe spear heads, shield protectors, and even sharpening stones...

There is not enough time to regain vitality, what the current tribe army wants is lacking.

In addition to courage and dignity, Orgrim found that he could not provide more supplies to the soldiers.

The supplies from the occupied area of ​​Elwynn Forest and more distant Draenor are just a drop in the bucket.

Fortunately, there is no problem with food supplementation.

This is the only thing Orgrim is grateful for.

But the orc warriors can't hold their thigh bones to fight the Alliance Ironskins.

This is something that Orgrim is more disturbing.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Anduin Lothar's decisiveness saved Orgrim from a lot of troubles.

Because the enemy has already been fought, it's no use worrying anymore.

Soldiers come to cover the water and the earth. On the battlefield of life and death, no one dares to say that he is ready - as long as he is better than his opponent.

The Alliance frantically attacked the several war fortresses arranged by the orcs around Blackrock Mountain in a manner at all costs, with a clear purpose, which was to stand firm in the Burning Plains and nail the nails to the hearts of the tribe.

"Warchief, there is news that the general marshal of the alliance has appeared."

When Orgrim was fascinated by the sand table, a messenger came to report.

"Is the news reliable?"

Orgrim's eyes refocused, pulling his thoughts back from the chaos.

"Reliable, it's the lion-print handsome flag of the alliance, and the Mediterranean head."

"Oh, I see."

Orgrim waved to let the messenger leave, while he paced and meditated.

For a long time, Orgrim picked up the Doomhammer, sounded the signal, and a swordsman quietly appeared.

"Take my token, go to Reid and tell him if he is still a Blackrock Orc, he will..."

Orgrim tore off the pendant on his neck and handed it to the Juggernaut, while whispering the secret in his ear.

Lothar was proud of the frontline battlefield less than a hundred kilometers apart.

"Uther, they won't be able to hold on for long. Soon we will be able to set up camp on this land. Turalyon did a good job."

"Turalyon did a good job, those orcs are not his opponents. But I am not as optimistic about the situation as you, Marshal Lothar. Blackrock Mountain is our life gate, but Blackrock Mountain is out of our control. I have trouble sleeping and eating."

Uther looked worried.

Anduin Lothar couldn't help but wanted to speak, but in the end he said nothing.

The general marshal of the alliance just looked up at the sky.

He knew that above the thick red cloud, the battle belonging to the dragon was going on in full swing.

"As long as we move fast enough, nothing is a problem."

Lothar said decisively.

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