Anomaly Of Warcraft

Chapter 691: A Song Not For Whom

"Orgrim, are you injured?"

Thrall became alert immediately after discovering this.

"Relax, kid, don't be surprised."

Orgrim felt how much energy and stamina had been lost by the short and intense fight before.

So he sat down on the ground still feeling uncomfortable, and went straight down in a big font.

"Hold on! I'll carry you back!!!"

Thrall slid to Orgrim's side to pull him up, but Orgrim grabbed his wrist.

The night was too dark, Thrall didn't realize Orgrimmar's eyes were looking at him, he wanted to see an idiot.

"Don't talk, hold on, you will get better."

Thrall began to tear his clothes, trying to wrap Orgrim's wounds.

In fact, Orgrim's injury was far less serious than it seemed.

As a warchief who has survived more than ten years in the battle, Orgrim is familiar with the play of injury-for-injury.

Although the shoulders and necks are the key to humanoids, it doesn't mean that they can't be touched.

This knife seemed to have a lot of bleeding. In fact, it was because the wound was too long. Orgrim was quite sure that he avoided the vital point. He even felt that he used the tail of the spear to stabbing the liver and kidney in Spartacus. The harm caused by a friend is far greater than the knife suffered by oneself.

Orgrim suddenly wanted to laugh, so he laughed, and then affected the wound.

"Hold on, you will be saved."

Thrall concentrated on bandaging Orgrim's wounds, and didn't even notice Orgrim's disdain that belonged to the veteran.

But slowly, slowly, Orgrim narrowed the corner of his mouth and smiled contemptuously.

This child is unpleasant.

What is his name?

Thrall?

Bah, it means slave.

Let me think about it, let me think about it, Durotan seemed to show off with me...

"Guyle, I'm fine."

Orgrim doesn't know the proverb—when you start to recall the happiness of the past, you are already old.

"I will save you, I will do what I say, I..."

Orgrim pushed Thrall to the ground impatiently.

"I said enough! The old man is fine."

Orgrim jumped up with an action similar to a carp hitting, and then BIU shot out a bloody arrow from the wound.

...

"Are you really okay?"

Thrall asked uncertainly.

"I'm sure! Your father doesn't have a mother-in-law like you."

Orgrim said nonchalantly.

"Who hurt you?"

When it comes to this key issue, Thrall becomes serious.

"A person who can help us."

"Humanity?"

"Orc."

"Um?!"

Although supported by the Frostwolf clan, relying on hundreds of orcs to attack Dunhold Castle is simply looking for death.

This is why Drake Tal asked Orgrim to follow Thrall.

Enthusiastic, sincere and infectious.

Young, strong, and superior in combat effectiveness.

But Thrall was still just a young orc.

Except for his enthusiasm, Thrall didn't know how to command an army. The best way he could think of was to fight with me.

So Drake Thar persuaded Orgrim to go with Thrall with kindness and profit.

Unlike what Spartacus had imagined, the Frostwolf clan did not hate Orgrim.

The truth of Durotan's death back then is not a secret to the senior leaders of the tribe and the Frostwolf clan itself.

Orgrim is not only not the enemy of the Frostwolf clan, but is kind.

When the tribe was at its strongest, Orgrim once sent a messenger to ask the Frostwolf clan to return to the tribe, but Drake Thar refused.

Thinking of Gul'dan and Blackhand's damage to the Frostwolf clan, Orgrim did not force Drake Thar to submit.

Therefore, Orgrim was able to take refuge after the complete failure of the Horde, and finally settled in Alterac Valley.

Reconciled?

Not reconciled.

Hate it?

Not at all.

In that frenetic atmosphere, the warchief named Orgrim didn't have many choices.

Maybe it could be better, but under the hatred cast by the sea of blood, the Alliance and the Horde have no possibility of stopping.

Either you die or I die.

But the orcs lost.

It is not only Spartacus who reflects on the past, but Orgrim as well.

He once thought he had let go.

But obviously not.

The Frostwolf clan, who used to make a decisive decision to survive, has now become the last force of the orcs.

Although Orgrim didn't know how Gromsh Hellscream had been with his Warsong clan, the warchief obviously did not regard Reid Blackhand as his own.

Orgrim thought he was indifferent, but it was obvious that his blood was not yet cold.

What he saw and heard along the way, the tragic fate of the orc captives, deeply hurt Orgrim's heart.

So he understood Spartacus' hatred of him.

"It's not enough to rely on us, rely on the hundreds of people from the Frostwolf clan, Guyl. I went to Dunhold Castle back then... I forgot that you grew up there. Well, how much is that castle? Strong, you know better than me how many people there are in the defenders."

"Yes, there are more than 5,000 people in the city wall alone. What should we do?"

"Starting from the periphery, we need to attack the smaller detention centers, attack the scattered human strongholds, collect weapons and equipment, rescue more compatriots and arm them, and finally it is Dunhold."

"I have similar thoughts, but... will this not lead to human revenge and encirclement?"

One of the most important treasures that Thrall has learned from mankind is reason and thinking.

The Alliance will not sit idly by, attacking Dunhold, seemingly hitting the stone with a pebble, is actually the plan with the highest success rate.

There is no need to contribute to Dunhold Castle, which is the place where human officers and nobles live, and is a strong fortress for storing weapons and supplies. But the orcs don't live in the castle. As long as they break through the walls and create chaos, they can rescue quite a lot of orcs, much more than the entire Frostwolf clan.

If you can awaken the fighting spirit of these orcs and arm them, then everything is hopeful.

On the contrary, seemingly smooth raids around will only attract more attention from the Alliance.

But Orgrim was right. Relying on the strength of the Frostwolf clan alone, it was almost impossible to attack Dunhold.

The troops are too small, even if the guards in the city divide their troops, they still have enough troops to deal with the surprise attack planned by Thrall.

This is terrible.

Drake Tal didn't tell Thrall about Orgrim's true identity, but Thrall knew that Orgrim was a friend of his father, and a battle-tested veteran.

Although Orgrim often ridiculed Thrall, this uncle, who would call him Guil, was the comfort of Thrall's soul.

I am not an orphan...

So overtly and secretly, Orgrim's power struggle, Thrall didn't care.

But it was this character that made Orgrim hesitate.

Who doesn't like a good boy.

"So we need the help of my old friend."

Orgrim was able to command the tribe, and naturally there would be no lack of political wisdom.

"The old friend who stabbed you?"

Thrall couldn't understand.

"Yes, his appearance itself illustrates some problems."