Anomaly Of Warcraft

This time the orcs are not good...

Orgrim made the voice of the weak.

Although the orcs are all born warriors, the big Gs of the Frostwolf clan are too young to experience that terrible war, and have no intuitive concept of the battlefield. They are completely in the leader who asked me to patrol the mountains and see the world. A look at the state.

This is killing people!

Drake Taer, a ghost, old blind, completely used Orgrim as a tool man, he calculated Orgrim's glory and did not allow Orgrim to accept defeat, so he sent the great guy in the clan Come here.

However, these young green-skinned wakas, apart from being obedient and daring to fight, knew nothing about battle formations, queues, and tactical preparations.

Thrall, who was a gladiator, fell into the illusion that we were strong and strong, and Orgrim couldn't.

So, he contacted Spartacus again.

"I need manpower."

"..."

"Transfer a group of veterans from your detention center to me."

"..."

"Spartacus, you must help me, this is also helping yourself, your master..."

"Enough, Orgrim, this is your problem, not mine."

"You are also an orc."

"My chief, haven't you recognized reality? The tribe is dead."

"Spartacus..."

"The tribe that relied on deception has perished. It perishes in another deception. Carlos has never deceived me with a lie. I, we, and us orcs who chose to redeem all know what happened. Almost, you only It’s only a tiny bit, it’s a tiny bit to break the city of Lordaeron, you can become the hero of the orcs, the greatest hero. But you are not, Gul'dan betrayed you, betrayed everyone The tribe is dead, the tribe is dead, but the orcs cannot die. The sins we committed are made up for by our generation. The children are innocent, understand? So I don’t kill you, do you understand? No, you don’t Understand that there is only desire in your eyes, you only see opportunity, a chance to make a comeback..."

"I......"

"Don't talk, Orgrim, don't talk, I know I'm very long-winded right now, but if you don't talk about it, don't vent it, I can't talk to you normally."

"now……"

"Don't deny, you are such a person, Orgrim, you are such a person! That's why I am willing to live and die for you, I have not regretted it! But you failed! Orgrim, you failed!!! "

For the first time in more than ten years, Spartacus confided his heart.

The Holy Light is not a panacea, and Carlos’ brainwashing is not an invincible method. It eliminates the corruption of the evil energy to the mind. Spartacus does regret the dishonor in the war, but he has never competed against the tribe for the orcs. Living space feels guilty.

So he couldn't forgive Orgrim.

In those days, Orgrim had insight into Gulda's conspiracy. It was the sword saints who destroyed the Shadow Council together and severely inflicted Gul'dan into a coma, and only then had Orgrim and the Black Hand's glorious duel.

Back then, Orgrim was keenly aware of the changes in the strength of the Horde and the Alliance, and only then did Spartacus and other three sword masters secretly go to Alterac to help Aiden make a choice.

Carlos's holy light may be able to make ordinary orcs express their sincere repentance, but for the sword saints who have honed and grown from the hellish environment of Draenor, this power is not enough to change their minds.

There is only one reason why Spartacus serves Carlos, the Barov family, and the Alterac kingdom.

For the orcs.

"We vowed back then that we must cut a future for everyone. But you forgot."

"NO, I have not!"

Orgrim retorted loudly.

"Ner'zhul took me up! If I really forgot, I should now be my Blackrock Chief Chief in Frostfire Ridge, instead of lingering in the human world looking for opportunities! If I really forgot, I should look for A woman gave birth to a child and spent the rest of my life plainly, rather than looking for any chance like a wild hound! I am the warchief of the tribe, I am Orgrim Doomhammer! I have not forgotten!"

Spartacus watched Orgrim's nostrils and the heat spitting out, watching his red eyes, fell into deep thoughts.

"There is no chance, Orgrim. The Horde has perished, and the Alliance has fallen into decline. If you can stand up a few years earlier, there may be a chance. But now there is no. The man is back, full of steel and blood. The taste is back. You are not his opponent, you are old, and he is very powerful. Follow the plan, how much can be saved, and don't kill your compatriots for your own desires."

Orgrim wanted to refute Spartacus loudly, but the tone changed in the end.

"So I need manpower, the veterans of the year, give me the veterans of the year, one hundred, fifty, ten, whatever you want, give me real fighters, let me fight again for the orcs."

Spartacus was silent.

a long time……

"I try my best."

No longer wanting to talk, Spartacus' figure disappeared from Orgrim's vision.

"how?"

When Orgrim returned to the camp, Thrall immediately got away from the crowd and moved to his side.

"Wait for news."

Orgrim said in a mixed mood.

Orcs are born warriors, but warriors are also divided into different ranks. On the battlefield, there may be more victory with less, but there is absolutely no victory with weak. Weak is weak, and strong is strong. The Frostwolf clan has been recuperating in Yamanaka for many years and gradually regained its vitality, but the lads of the Frostwolf clan, such as the soldiers of the Alliance...

Fighting alone, every orc stick boy is good, Orgrim has no doubt that they can screw off the league's dog head.

But war is never alone.

Orgrim felt that he should have met Carlos Barov on the battlefield, but he had no impression of his looks.

The careerist of the alliance, the so-called knight king, was polishing his knife behind his back, preparing to continue cutting meat from the orcs.

So Orgrim felt that he could not follow his plan.

Just use each other.

Looking at the energetic new generation of orcs in the camp, Orgrim's scolding was really unspeakable.

If the tribe had won back then, wouldn't the orcs now have to suffer such suffering, nor would they have to be irritated by the slightly immature and undisciplined lads.

"You guys are really not good soldiers."

In the end, Orgrim said calmly and helplessly.

"why?"

Thrall asked for advice sincerely. Sincerity and desire gleamed in his eyes, a light that Orgrim felt familiar.

This little guy...

Orgrim suddenly understood that his love for Thrall was not just because he was Durotan's son.

Also because Thrall resembled himself.

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