Anomaly Of Warcraft

A miracle is called a miracle because most people have heard of it but haven't seen it.

If Orgrim can lead the Horde to comeback in this situation, then this in itself cannot be called a miracle.

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The glory and dignity of the orcs, and the sense of identity from the race drove Orgrim to make the decision to divide his forces and return to the Dark Portal, even with the Burning Blade clan, and almost all the sword masters who were loyal to him.

Orgrim did what the Horde Warchief should do.

There is only one thing left—to live.

Two years ago, the 80,000 alliance army was no more than chickens and dogs. The tribe army only needed to press up. Those humans had to die. Don't even want to run.

However, time has passed, it is the tribe and the orc, who cultivated the monster of the alliance with their own hands.

When Orgrim led the deadly orcs all the way to counterattack, the Alliance did not resist, delay and block the enemy as expected.

It is true that what the Horde Orcs now relies on is only a wave of indignation and fighting spirit. The longer it drags on, the more beneficial it will be to the alliance.

But Turalyon, like the hardest stone in the pit, chose the toughest response.

If you want to fight, then fight!

Don't get out of the dark swamp, go back!

In the fiercest battle, the orcs broke through the last fortifications of the alliance seven times, but they were all pushed back by the humans. When the fortress fell, Turalyon even detonated the munitions warehouse and pulled the orcs back.

There is no tentative offense, no deployment of troops, no replacements.

Under the provocative lines of [The Last Battle], all the soldiers of the Alliance knew one thing: Once the enemy is dead, they can live on.

Azeroth exists to win more with less, and there is never anything to win with weak.

When fear cannot spread, when human beings suppress the fear of the tribe of acquaintances, even if Orgrim fights on the forefront, it cannot change the foreseeable destiny.

The established destiny!

Orc, I can't hold it anymore.

The fear of the tragic fate drives the orcs to explode to their ultimate potential. This frenzy of fighting drives the orcs to fear death, and drives the tribe's strength.

But the world is material, and the life of the orcs is also fresh. They drink water when they are thirsty, and eat meat when they are hungry. In the long blockade of the alliance, the orcs are no longer the original orcs.

The high fighting spirit can make the orcs temporarily ignore the exhaustion of the body, and the stimulation of blood donation can make the soldiers forget the pain of injury.

But the orcs, who are not afraid of death, are facing the same enemies who have forgotten their lives.

Just as the mountain pass behind Stonenard blocked the way to the Dark Portal, the alliance's defenses also blocked the orcs' survival path.

The mountain pass with a width of less than three kilometers is densely packed with Union flags. Breaking through the mountain pass, Orgrim is sure to lead the orcs to turn the newly rejuvenated Irvine region into a red land.

However, the tribe at this moment is like a fly in a glass jar - the future is bright, but there is no way out.

Orgrim faces the strongest army of humans in nearly a thousand years, a revenge army aimed at destroying the orcs.

The warchief of the tribe judged at the first time with his rich experience that the only way for the orcs to survive was to fight hard, bloody, and deadly.

Only by breaking through the blockade of the alliance, excluding casualties, can the tribe have room for change.

Unfortunately, Orgrim’s opponent is Turalyon, the most shining new star in the league, and in words that most people can understand, he is the most iron general in the league.

No general would squeeze together tens of thousands of troops like bricks. Once the front army collapses, the soldiers who know nothing about the rear will be swept down in a daze, which is the so-called defeat.

But Turalyon did just that.

Not only did it do this, but it also made it impossible.

Responding to the orc's counterattack with the strongest posture, Turalyon regarded Orgrim's efforts as the dying struggle of the tribe.

When the orcs' first offensive was stopped, the generals on both sides actually understood that this long war was over.

Orgrim did not give up his desire for victory, and Turalyon did not allow the alliance to be turbulent again.

A three-day fierce battle, from day to night, from night to dusk, from rainy days to the sun, from gentle breeze and drizzle to thunder roar.

Turalyon had been fighting on the front line, fighting until the orcs began to collapse.

At this moment, he finally understood what it means to be crowded means being able to do whatever he wants.

The army sent by Carlos to attack Stonenard did not become the last straw to crush Orgrim. The soldiers of these alliances did not arrive at Stonenard five days after the decisive battle.

The orcs have long since abandoned their fortresses.

In order to avoid the Alliance’s pursuit, the orcs with heavy casualties gave up the existing road, went deep into the swamp, dispersed into small groups of men and horses, and escaped into the depths of the mountains.

Enough.

Orcs who lack food and clothing, orcs who have lost their organization...

The tribe is over.

Roughly estimated, Orgrim led troops northward to more than 40,000 orcs, killed more than 20,000 people, and surrendered more than 10,000. Even if Stonenard’s old, weak, sick and disabled were pregnant, no more than five orcs would flee. thousand.

Enough is enough, nature will replace the alliance to sanction those orcs.

This time, the war really ended.

Regardless of the consequences of a deadly battle, the alliance side can also be called a wound.

But Turalyon sent reinforcements and supplies to the Dark Portal for the first time.

The towering dark gate stood there quietly, neither insignificant nor humble.

Khadgar came eagerly, feeling the surging magic power emanating from the Dark Portal, and couldn't help but praise Carlos.

"You did the right thing. It is a dangerous thing to rush through the Dark Portal. Let me study it."

No one doubts that the Alliance will lose the war.

But when victory really comes, many people have an unreal feeling.

Won? Really win!

In front of this magnificent dark gate, under this mysterious and profound magical power, who would dare to claim to be a winner.

The victory of the alliance returned to Lordaeron, the people cheered, Dalaran and Silvermoon City were ecstatic.

But under the Dark Portal, Carlos stared into the abyss on the other side of the world, and on the Dark Portal, Chromie faced Medivh.

"You shouldn't be here, guardian."

"But here I am."

"You shouldn't come."

"I must come."

"Leave, this world doesn't need you to guard it anymore."

"Cromi, I have heard of you, you are too arrogant."

"Conceited? No, this is an inevitable choice for all world lines, astral mage, haven't you heard the call of the stars?"

"I heard that when I was resurrected, when I truly became myself, I understood my mission. Bronze dragon, manipulating destiny is no longer your prerogative, and now I can too."

"If you can also see the trajectory of destiny, it shouldn't be here."

"The Dark Portal must be closed, otherwise when this door drains the vitality of Draenor, our world will be the next to be destroyed. I am one of its creators, and I know what kind of monster it is. "

"..."

Seeing Chromie fell into contemplation, Medivh also backed down.

"There is still time, let us all think about it. But the bronze dragon, time is running out. The mortal war has ended, and the war belonging to the monsters has never stopped. I respect Nozdormu, and respect your Bronze Dragonflight. Every effort made. But don’t make me wait too long."

In the dark, the McGrady culture leaves as a raven.

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