Azeroth’s Death Track

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The orc's desperate struggle brought a near-destructive blow to the Burning Plains.

The King of Magic is proud and arrogant. Everything he does will not tell mortals, and mortals are not qualified to question it, but at this juncture, the black stone tower, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack, was destroyed by nearly a quarter of the raid. This is for eager to expel As far as the Alliance soldiers of the Orc Horde are concerned, they are not hesitant to fall in the sky.

The Alliance’s vanguards are now taking their troops to stop at Redridge Mountains. These troops are the vanguards of Dai Lin’s fleet transported directly from Kazmodan to the western wilderness. They will enter the Burning Plains from the west. On the other side, the Scorching Canyon battlefield closely guarded by the orcs and connected to Kazmodan is the responsibility of the Ironforge dwarves who have just joined the alliance and the Stromgarde legion coming from the ground.

The coalition has made a final attack plan, attacking the Blackstone Tower from the north and the west at the same time. The first goal is to trap the orcs in the burning plain, and then annihilate the orcs' last living power in a siege battle!

But at this node, the attack of Malygos completely disrupted everything.

Although it was unclear what the orc did, it drove a mysterious blue dragon attack, but the leader of the army mage, Khadgar assured Loza that the road was clear.

Khadgar was wearing a thick blue robe, wearing gloves, and carrying the guardian's staff. In front of him, there was a dignified coalition marshal General Losa and General Dailin, who were the highest commanders of the vanguard.

"Listen to me, Marshal Lothar, General Dai Lin, your worries are normal!"

Very young, but already with white hair, the old-faced mage said softly:

"Mortals always have a fear of dragons, and even mages are reluctant to deal with these dangerous creatures, but I can guarantee that the phantom of the King of Magic appears here, and it has nothing to do with the alliance's attack. It must be the tribe. It has done things that annoyed it, such as they enslaved the Red Dragon and the like, and I have repeatedly investigated, the magical fluctuation of the Blue Dragon King has disappeared, it has left."

Although the answer was decisive, the commander could not be assured, especially the Red Dragon played a rather disgraceful decision in the invasion of the tribe. Dai Lin hesitated for a moment, he lowered his voice and said:

"So, Master Khadgar, you mean, the appearance of the terrifying dragon is not related to the Alliance, nor is it specially designed to help us? Based on your knowledge, it will appear again. Is it the most important thing, will it interfere with our war?"

Facing this rather layman's problem, Khadgar shrugged and said lightly:

"The magic concentration of the Burning Plains is extremely high at this time, which means that the magic power of the mages will also be amplified. The most important thing is that fighting in high magic areas will not affect the soldiers’ bodies, and believe me, even if Idala However, regarding the limited understanding of the Dragon Kings, these proud creatures are disdain to join the battlefield of mortals...Although some are difficult to accept, in fact, in their eyes, we are actually no different from the orcs."

"Justice and evil are defined by ourselves, and the dragon will not care about these."

This rather polite answer made Dai Lin breathe a sigh of relief, because the Alliance Navy suffered heavy losses several times before and after the Red Dragon's "helping to abuse". The admiral has no good feelings for the dragon. He has repeatedly confirmed Afterwards, King Dai Lin twisted his beard and said to Marshal Lothar, who was meditating around him:

"If this is the case, it is indeed a rare and good opportunity before us. Marshal Lothar, the news sent back by the Stormwind Service No. 7 has been confirmed, and the Black Stone Tower has indeed been destroyed. I think we should take advantage of it This opportunity..."

Dai Lin's voice interrupted Marshal Lothar's thinking. The latter suddenly raised his head. He rubbed his chin and said to the two people in front of him:

"I was thinking about whether the emergence of the Blue Dragon King could be a way to boost morale. You also know that many soldiers have generated unnecessary fear because of the orcs' manipulation of the Red Dragon."

"But the blue dragons are not on our side. In fact, they are the strangest characters of all dragons..."

Khadgar was a little incomprehensible. He explained with his professional knowledge: "Blue dragons never appear in the confrontation of the civilization camp. They have always refused to deal with mortal creatures."

"Yes, you are right, Master Khadgar."

Field Marshal Lotsa stood up and patted the armor:

"But the soldiers don't know this... even if it's just a rumor, as long as you can dispel the soldiers' fear of your red dragons manipulated by the orcs, that's enough!"

Soon, the Alliance's vanguard appeared on the battlefield of the devastated burning plain. When the first team of knights rushed under the Black Stone Tower under the flag of the Storm Kingdom, this nightmarish news was quickly sent to Ogg Rim's hand.

In just half a month from the retreat to the present, the high-spirited chieftain seemed to be aging as a teenager. In recent days, he has received a lot of bad news in his hands.

The Black-toothed Scarlet Clan encountered an ambush from the Alliance Navy, and less than 500 people fled back.

After the Dragonmaw Orc was left broken, it was said that the good young dragon support had no shadow at all, and the Skullbreaker Nekrus had become a separatist warlord.

The blood demon is confident to open the situation for the tribe. As a result, 2 hours ago, the last fortress black stone tower was cut by a quarter of the devastating beam of light because of that bastard.

The blood-ring clan left behind was eager to rescue, but was trapped in Stranglethorn Vale by goblins who turned their face.

There are still tens of thousands of orcs in his hand, but the weird and tired condition is raging in the orc group like a plague.

All this made Orgrim feel a desperate end. Destiny is really unpredictable. In less than a month, the tribe has taken the upper hand and has fallen into a desperate situation of being trapped in a lonely place.

He looked at the battle report in his hand. Although there are only thousands of knights currently reaching the Burning Plains, Orgrim is sure that there is no need to wait until tomorrow morning, tens of thousands of human soldiers will set foot on the last land of this tribe.

His fingers tightened, and the battle report written in the hide was crumpled into his hands.

In the Great Chief’s hall, Orgrim stood up. He turned his back to the map of the animal skin behind him. In the flame of the brazier visited around the room, a dark shadow flashed on the Chief’s cheek. The desolation of the chieftain's heroic end is so miserable.

His ambitious ambitions, his plans for the future, and his expectations for rebuilding the orc civilization have been completely shattered.

But even so, he was not willing to admit defeat like this, the tribe is not without hope of victory.

"Saurfang!"

Orgrim whispered that after a while, Orc Warlord Safarur strode into the chief's hall, his footsteps were slightly vain, and the blood on the bottom of his eyes had also weakened a lot, which represented, A powerful warrior like Saurfang was also affected by the tired "plague".

"Great Chief! I'm here!"

But this fatigue was overcome by his spirit. From the appearance only, Saurfang was still the invincible orc warlord.

"I need you to go to the Dark Portal, Saurfang, this is a dangerous mission. The last messenger was killed by the broken hand assassin before he could reach the Hellfire Citadel. In the current form, I can’t send you too. Many people."

Orgrim sat back in his chair, picked up a pen, and wrote fast on the hide scroll, without raising his head, he said:

"I need you to contact Grom, Kargath, Fenris, and let them come to Azeroth with Warsong, Shattered Hand, and Thunder King's clan to support! I want them to go through the Dark Portal at the fastest speed, Raid the Alliance vanguard from behind and open the situation for the tribe!"

He raised his head, and there was some cold light shining in his narrowed eyes. He said in a deep voice:

"No matter what the arrogant chiefs want! We can only keep the last territory of the tribe and guarantee our last hope in this world. I will give as much as they want!"

"But chieftain!"

Saurfang is not a fool, he immediately realized Orgrim's intentions, his hands on the table, Shen Sheng said:

"From the Burning Plains to the Dark Portal, plus the persuasion of the chiefs, this time, it will take at least 15 days. The Alliance is now striking between the two lines. Can we continue until that time?"

"This is something I need to consider, Saurfang."

Orgrim wrote the letter, rolled the hide into a scroll, and threw it to the Warlord. He sighed, stood up, and moved his shoulders:

"Losa bought those assassins of Ravenhold and tried to assassinate me many times. He knew that as soon as I died, the tribe would be in a mess, but how could those assassins succeed!"

The chieftain came to the window of the hall. He looked at the dim sky in the burning plain outside the window. He seemed to have returned to the battlefield of blood. He took a deep breath and said softly:

"Soon we will usher in the final battle. I will show Lothar on the battlefield what real beheading tactics are."

"I will cut off his head on the battlefield, and in the face of his soldiers, defeat their marshals, Losa’s death will be our hope to persevere, and only such a deterrent can make the cunning alliance dog I know, even if it is a tiger that fell into the water, it is still a tiger... they want to kill the tiger, they are not qualified!"

Saulfal was a little worried about this outright gesture. He squeezed the scroll in his hand and whispered:

"Maybe we can stick to it and join hands with the black iron dwarves below the black stone tower. Like the Ironforge, the black stone tower will also become a nightmare for the alliance soldiers. The cunning alliance dogs have enough suffering. They will naturally... "

"cowardly!"

Saurfang's suggestion made Orgrim furious. He turned around and grabbed Saurfang's collar with both hands, and lifted the orc warlord from the ground. He looked at Saru fiercely. Fall, growled loudly:

"You are afraid! Saurfang! You are afraid of those alliances!"

"I haven't! I'm not afraid of them!"

Saurfang responded without fear:

"I just think that if we hold on, our soldiers will leave some kind of fire, don't forget, Chief Chief, that weird exhaustion is devouring us like an epidemic, and every soldier is extremely valuable to us! "

Saurfang’s words left Orgrim speechless. The sudden exhaustion of exhaustion was like a fate punishment to the orcs, making the original bloodthirsty and combative orc warriors weak, and even more terrifying, this This weakness does not act on the body, but directly on the soul and will.

If a soldier's will is defeated, is he worthy of being a soldier?

The Chief Chief’s anger was taken away in an instant. He sat back on his chair in a weary manner. Saurfang made a big mistake, but he was still his most trusted warlord. He whispered:

"Do you really think we have a third rule to go? Saurfang? No more!"

"Either take the clan to take root in this world and survive, or just escape to the Dark Portal like a defeated dog and wait to die! How many humans have we killed? How many orcs have humans killed? Even if we are on this part of the war, If you want to retreat, the Alliance will not allow us to safely withdraw to the Dark Portal..."

"The seed of hatred has been planted, and under the watering of blood, it has taken root and sprouted, like a deadly poisonous grass, forcing the two sides to fight crazy, Saurfang, there is no way to go! If we are destined to die in this In the world, would you like to be abused like a wild dog under the torture of hunger and disease, and don't swallow your last breath?"

"No one wants! No one will do this!"

The Chief Chief's fingers on the table were suddenly clenched, and his voice became firm again from a low tiredness, like a rock that would never be crushed by the tide.

"The era of conquest and invasion is over, Saurfang, now, next, including the days to come... Orcs, we! Fight for survival!"

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