Azeroth’s Death Track

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"boom"

A **** orc **** with chains was thrown on the ground in the chief's hall.

This is the head of the orc warlord who is responsible for patrolling and guarding the internal places today. He did not die in the hands of the MI7 assassin, nor was he a coward. He also personally killed several assassins, but this did not change his Tragic fate.

"bass"

Old Sword Dahl’s straight-edged sword hit the warlord’s head. The orc veteran didn’t struggle. He just knelt at the feet of Orgrim with a painful face. He knew this raid today. What the tribe means.

"Let him go."

Orgrim shook his head. He looked at the chiefs in front of him and said softly:

"The situation is so bad, but this idiot's head can't solve any problems. Let him pick up his weapon and join the battle. Either fight to death or wash the shame with the blood of the enemy!"

"Observe! Great Chief!"

The guy who escaped screamed like a beast, stood up, and strode out of the chief's hall. Orgrim looked at his back, his killing intention flashed in his eyes, but finally returned to calm.

In this case, even one more soldier is good.

The other sullen chiefs did not go to see the hapless ghost, as Orgrim said, even if he killed him, nothing could be changed.

"Cough"

The old sword Saint Dar. Triple Blood Blade looked at the atmosphere not right, as the oldest chief here, he coughed a little, attracted everyone's eyes, and then Shen Sheng said:

"Everyone knows the situation. There are at least 70,000 alliance dogs on the plains. There are bronze dwarves and Arazor's knights on the scorching canyon. They have to come up with a way."

"Method?"

Kilrogg, the blood ring chief who had always followed Orgrim loyally, shook his head in a depression: "Is there any other way? Either go out and fight with human beings, fight for your life, or go to the black dwarves who live underground We buy food."

"Blood Demon drove the Demon King, and the black iron dwarves who lost their faith are going crazy. They have refused to continue to contact us. I heard that if they were not blocked by their emperor Thorison, those fanatics would rush out We fought, and the blood demon's arrogant arrogance ruined everything, almost destroyed the tribe!"

After going through all kinds of hardships and dangers, he returned to Black Stone Tower's Reed.

"So don't expect that group of black iron dwarves, they won't help us."

After that, the remaining chieftains frowned more tightly, and the food left in the Black Stone Tower was not enough for the tens of thousands of orcs gathered here. After the food was eaten up, if the alliance continued to siege, then the orcs would have to fight against the water. In addition, there is only one way to die.

"Blocks."

Chief Orgrim kept silent. He seemed to be immersed in his thoughts. It was not until the old swordmaster quietly patted the chief with his fingers that the latter suddenly awakened. He looked up and saw all His eyes fell on him, as if he was waiting for a brilliant warrior to come up with a solution to the problem.

Orgrim did not immediately answer their expectations, but turned his head to look behind him, wearing a leather armor, 7 points similar to Saurfang, but the old orc warrior with gray hair, this is Warlock The elder brother of Saurfang, the warrior Brocks Saurfar, who was responsible for maintaining the situation in the south when the tribe went to fight in northern Xinjiang.

The chieftain looked at his warrior, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Can your people still fight?"

Hearing the chief’s question, the orc warrior Brocks Saurfang thumped his chest fiercely, and Ruohonghong said:

"My warrior is still brave, and me, I can easily cut off the heads of 100 Alliance dogs!"

"well!"

The chieftain nodded with satisfaction, and then looked back at the chiefs. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"I have sent Saurfang to contact Warsong, the Broken Hand and the Thunder King clan. If he can bring back the reinforcements, we will still be saved!"

This sentence made all chiefs, including Lao Daer, have their eyes widened, but the next moment, the chief chief personally extinguished their fire of hope.

"At this time, there is a premise that we can survive the siege of the alliance, and the food is gone. Since the black iron dwarves are not willing to help us, then we will grab it!"

A fierce light flashed in Orgrim's eyes:

"I am determined to have a fight with the Union Dogs this evening!"

"You are crazy!"

Reed blurted out this sentence, but the next moment, he reacted and hurriedly said:

"I mean, chieftain, the disease of exhaustion is spreading, our soldiers are not fit to fight at this time!"

"I know! I know that the soldiers are tortured by the exhaustion of their souls. I also know that we have no food anymore. I also know that those Union dogs have sacrificed so many warriors for what!"

The chieftain stood up and put his hands on the table in front of him. He looked at the chiefs in front of him fiercely. He shouted:

"They want to work hard to solve us all at once! How arrogant! They want us to take the initiative to rush out of the Black Stone Tower and fight them! Then we will satisfy them!"

Old Juggernaut stood up and wanted to speak, but was stopped by the chieftain's eyes. He relieved his breath and his tone became low:

"You don't need to persuade me, I'm calm, I know what I'm doing! Listen to me, brothers, even if we hate the Alliance Dogs again, we have to admit that they are indeed the most powerful opponents the tribe has encountered. , That group of soft eggs Draenei is not worthy to provide shoes to these human warriors, but the more brave creatures, the stronger the recognition and follow-up of powerful leaders..."

Orgrim paused, leaving a few seconds for the chiefs who were not good at thinking to accept his meaning. When everyone looked up, he continued:

"Yes! I mean, although their civilization is different from ours, they are no different from us in the respect of worshipping the warriors. In the past 3 years, the Alliance’s crazy dispatch of assassins wanted to kill me. They Why do you do this?"

"They know that as soon as I die, the warriors of the Horde will be hit by unimaginable morale! But remember, this truth also applies to the Alliance Dogs!"

The chieftain clenched his fists, and he thumped his chest:

"As long as we can kill Lothar in this battle, the Alliance will not collapse immediately, but believe me, this opponent’s devastating morale blow can at least bring us a period of cultivation while attacking Los Angeles. When he was in Saskatchewan, he still needed a team of warriors to plunder the supplies of the Alliance!"

"Yes! We have no food! But there are enemies, it depends on whether we have the courage and strength to take it!"

"boom"

The chief chief's fist hit the table in front of him. He looked at the chiefs in front of him and shouted in a near-roaring tone:

"Tell me! Is your courage and strength still there?"

"Lok-tarogar!"

This seat was very stimulating, and it sounded to the orcs' appetite. The orcs in front of them noisy. They patted their chests and roared the tribe's proverbs. This scene nodded the chieftain in satisfaction.

But when he saw Reid Blackhands, who wanted to stop talking, Orgrim knew that the cunning little boy of the Blackhands had discovered the loopholes in his proposal, so he yelled loudly before Reid said it. :

"I know that this series of failures makes you think that I am not a qualified chieftain. I know that many people are secretly saying this. The Dragonmaw clan openly betrayed the tribe, but it does not matter!"

The tribal warrior behind him, Brocks Saurfang reached out his hand and handed the heavy hammer of destruction to Orgrim. He raised his black iron hammer and shouted:

"In this battle, I will take Kukaron to raid Lothar's position! I swear I will use Anduin Lothar's head to prove the future of the tribe! Who wants to go with us!"

The roar made all the chiefs stunned. At the next moment, the excited trembling old swordsman raised his flaming blade, Sanxu, and collided with Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction.

"Jiansheng Blade will follow you forever! Great Chief!"

"boom"

The fierce battle axe also hit the surface of the Destruction Hammer, and Brocks moved his shoulders, Shen Sheng said:

"This time, I will fight like Shattrath, I will charge with you! If you fall, I will fight to the end where you fell! In the name of Saurfang!"

"boom"

Kilrogg Bloodeye’s hunting stick made of Draenor’s giant bones also hit the front of three weapons. The blood ring orc chief said in a solemn tone:

"Long ago, when I took over as Chief of the Blood Ring, I saw my death in my lost eyes, but that was definitely not today! It was definitely not here!"

"Blood Ring Clan is willing to charge with you!"

"And us! We are willing!"

The orc chiefs roared, and for a time, because the Dragonmaw betrayed, and the food was destroyed, the tribe that was about to split, actually had signs of reintegration.

Reid Blackhand gritted his teeth, he picked up the red war knife and shouted loudly:

"The black-toothed grinning clan is also willing..."

"Do not!"

Orgrim turned back and looked at Reid Blackhand with a solemn look. In front of all the chiefs of the tribe, he said in a deep voice:

"Don't call yourself the chief of the black-toothed grinning clan anymore, Reid. Blackhand, you are no longer the chief of the black-toothed grinning clan..."

This sentence made Reid's heart sink to the bottom of the valley. He thought Orgrim had peeped through his heart, but the next moment, the Warchief of the Great Chief hit the stone table in front of him.

"You brought back Gul'dan's heart, you beheaded the traitor personally, you fulfilled your promise, and I will also fulfill my... Reid. Blackhand, from now on, you will become the chieftain of the Blackrock clan And this time, the Blackstone clan does not need to participate!"

Orgrim put his palm on Red's shoulder, and he increased his tone:

"I need you to take your clan, and when we attract the Alliance soldiers, get enough war supplies for the tribe...so that we can support the arrival of reinforcements! Can you do it? Blackhand Chief!"

The name silenced everyone in the chief’s hall for a while. The Blackhand-headed tribe was a mess, but no one could deny that without Blackhan’s nearly stubborn perseverance, a sand-bearing orc would not be able to The dead Draenor formed a tribe, and then came to Azeroth.

Blackhan is terrible as a big chief, but no one can obliterate his merits.

When he heard Orgrim calling himself "Blackhand Chief", Reid's heart shook for a moment. He looked at the brown-skinned orc chieftain in front of him. He suddenly felt that maybe his father was in Orgrim. The failure in hand is not without reason.

But at the next moment, his heart hardened again. He promised his father that he would reorganize the orthodox tribe, and could not be shaken by Orgrim's words.

The most important thing is that he himself is the chieftain of the Blackrock clan, and Orgrim just returned what he deserved.

But as the saying goes, in this fanatical atmosphere, Reid couldn't say no at all, he thumped his chest fiercely with his left hand:

"Lok-tarogar!"

"well!"

Orgrim raised his head in satisfaction. His eyes like tigers swept across the crowd. No one dared to look at him. In the silence of majesty, the chieftain raised his warhammer and yelled:

"Then the whole army! Let's go... use our weapons to tell the Alliance Dog that the Horde hasn't lost yet!"

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