Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Swoosh"

The burning shells traversed the anxious track in the air, and came down from the sky with a piercing shriek.

With blood on his face, Field Marshal Gathris raised his head and saw the shell hit the wall in the distance, causing the wall that was already covered with blood and already cracked to be hit again.

"boom"

The flames of the cannonball explosion swept everything around, tearing the bodies of tired human soldiers into pieces, and letting blood and death spread over the battlefield in a very vivid way.

But the human counterattack did not halt. The artillery on the city wall was still pouring fire at the extreme speed toward the dense orcs below.

The five-day siege battle has made both humans and orcs numb to death. The initial fanaticism has been wiped out. At this stage of the war, both sides are already at the end of the crossbow, in the cruelest war of attrition , Can't stand the long, almost endless torture, and the side that retreats first will be shrouded in the shadow of failure.

Marshal Gathris stood on his post, and he looked down. On the battlefield covered with smoke, the number of the orc’s army was already reduced by one third, and the human army that defended the city was almost completely destroyed. Lord Luo The civilians in Luncheng have been armed to replace the soldiers to defend against the siege that the orcs have no end, and the war has reached the final stage.

He looked up and looked at the forest outside the battlefield. The Field Marshal knew that the key to the victory was no longer in Lordaeron. Now it depends on which of the two reinforcements arrives first. If Field Marshal Lothar can rush in the orcish reinforcements Before coming, enter the Tirisfal area, then the orcs can only retreat.

"Losa..."

Gasheris meditation on the name, he said softly in his heart:

"If you really inherited the bravery and greatness of Thoradin the Great... then don't let us down! We paid such a terrible price and we must win!"

"May the walls of Lordaeron be as firm as we are!"

When the marshal opened his eyes, even though his body was exhausted to the extreme, the light in his eyes became sharper. He saw another orc's ladder at the edge of the city wall. He pulled out his epee and rushed in that direction. In the past:

"Counter! Counterattack!"

"Throw these green skins into their hell!"

On the other side, in the orc's camp, Chief Orgrim's face was gloomy. He looked at the tactical map in front of him, and an unshakable anxious emotion was beating in his heart.

"Saurfang's reinforcements have been late for 2 days..."

The chieftain's fist was placed on the table in front of him: "The frontline army is already exhausted, if they never come again... I'm afraid..."

The orcs are not gods, and the orcs are also tired, especially the siege that is seriously unfavorable to their own side. Orgrim brought 30,000 orcs into Lordaeron, but after 5 days of tug of war, the orcs are only left. It is worth less than 12,000 people. If it was not because of Orgrim's power to suppress the orc army, with this terrible battle loss ratio, even if it is an orc, morale will collapse.

Like Gasheris, Orgrim is also a very good commander. He is well aware that the key to the victory has fallen on the reinforcements of both sides.

But Saurfang, who never disappointed him, was strangely late this time, which made the chieftain feel a strange feeling in his heart.

He hates this feeling.

"Uh"

The curtain of the tent was opened, and a tall figure strode into the tent:

"Great Chief! I'm back!"

"Ok?"

Orgrim raised his head and saw the figure of Saurfang. An unabashed joy appeared on Orgrim's face. He looked at him and asked aloud:

"How many people did you bring back? Ten thousand! As long as there are ten thousand people! We will win!"

The great chief's joy made Saurfang's heart twitch. The brave orc warlord knelt on the ground and whispered:

"I...I came back alone. Gul'dan betrayed us. He took away the looting clan and Twilight's Hammer, the chieftain, our reinforcements...none."

"boom"

The table in front of Orgrim was suddenly broken under the bombardment of his fist, and the murderous chieftain was surging all over him like an enraged beast. He desperately suppressed his anger, but this and the victory wiped The frustration over the shoulder has made the chieftain's heart extremely cold.

"You just let him take my reinforcements! What about Zuluhed? Didn't I let him check Gul'dan! That waste!"

Orgrim strode forward, grabbed Saurfang's collar with both hands, and lifted him into the air, he roared loudly:

"I trust you so much! I trust you so much! Saurfang! You... you disappoint me so much!"

"Zuluhed is dead, he was killed in Quel'Thalas... Chieftain, it's all my fault, I'm the sinner of the tribe, I admit it!"

There was no fear on Saurfang's face, only a calmness that put life and death beyond his control. He said in a deep voice:

"But it's time to retreat. The chiefs and human reinforcements will break through our defenses at any time. Once we are surrounded by them, we can't go. It's time to go... withdraw to the south and regroup."

"boom"

As soon as Saurfang finished speaking, he hit a heavy punch on his face, smashing the orc warlord to the ground. He raised his head hard and saw Orgrim raised his warhammer , And came towards him aggressively.

Saurfang did not evade. He straightened his body as if he were destined. His eyes were clear:

"Gul'dan went to the wetland, and the death knight of Talon Gorefid was responding to them. I hurried back to report it. Chief Chief, he was no longer trustworthy!"

"Uh"

Warhammer descended from the sky, and Saurfang closed his eyes. For this warrior who was extremely loyal to the Horde, after committing such an unforgivable sin, dying in the hands of the chieftain was also a deserved end.

But he waited for a few seconds without feeling the pain. When he opened his eyes, he saw the hammer of destruction in Orgrim's hand hovering over his forehead. The chieftain was breathing heavily, still angry. To the extreme, but the bitter anger in his eyes has disappeared.

"Snapped"

The Warhammer was thrown aside, Orgrim took a step back, his whole person's expression looked as if he was a teenager, he shook his head:

"No, it's not your fault. Saurfang, you are an upright warrior. It is my fault that you are not a Guldan opponent at all. It is my fault. When I caught Guldan, I should take it He killed with a knife instead of believing his flattery and letting him continue to be active in my tribe."

"I can't attribute my mistake to you, it's not to blame you."

Orgrim took a deep breath, as if he had lost all his strength, he slumped in his chair, which moved Saurfang, who was ready to wait for death, to be moved because Orgrim Such a strong personality charm can only make warriors like Saurfang allegiance to him.

"We still have hope! Chieftain, my brother has secured the territory around the Kingdom of Stormwind, as long as we return there! We will not fail to back the door of darkness!"

Saurfang said aloud:

"There are also our tens of thousands of soldiers in the Black Stone Tower, the Chief Chief. Even if we fail this time, humans will not want to break our new home! The land in the southern part of the mainland still belongs to us!"

Orgrim shook his head, he sighed:

"We have lost the best chance to completely defeat the alliance. They will be completely twisted into a rope. I have foreseen the future direction of the war. We will be repulsed, we will be compressed, and we will be defeated by enemies on all sides... Stormwind City is in danger Keepable! We have to return to Redridge Mountain and Blackrock Tower!"

"Alas, a year of hard work, the lives of tens of thousands of warriors, that's it...it was so wasted by Gul'dan!"

"Gul'dan!"

Orgrim roared angrily:

"Return my legion!!"

In this unwilling roar, the two orcs have broken their hearts...

Ten minutes later, the order of full retreat was passed to each warlord, and Talon Gorefiend was summoned to the chief’s tent. As soon as the death knight entered the tent, he was resisted by a dozen weapons whole body.

The blood demon looked at the scene in surprise. All the orcs were glaring at him, hoping to eat him, and his eyes also saw Sarufar sitting on the side, and the blood demon suddenly jumped inside.

"Damn! Gul'dan clearly told me that Saurfang was dead... that dog thing! He lied to me!"

"Bloody, do you have any last words?"

Orgrim was covered with a fatal killing intention. The blood demon was sure that if he didn't say a word, he would be divided on the spot, but this guy was a wise warlock, and he soon found his life. road.

He quickly took the stone from his waist and handed it to the chieftain. He said sincerely:

"Great Chief, I know that my private contact with Gul'dan is unforgivable! But believe me, I'm all for the sake of the tribe..."

This sentence made the chiefs and warlords in the tent sneer, but the blood demon didn't pay attention to this ridicule. On the contrary, he said slowly:

"When you were all stunned by a handy victory, only I saw the failure that the tribe might encounter. It was for this reason that I made a deal with the cunning Gul'dan, Chief, we failed. , But it doesn’t matter! This stone can help us win again!"

"Ok?"

The blood demon made Orgrim stunned. He reached for the stone and waved his fingers. The swords that were against the body of the blood demon were retracted. The death knight coughed slightly and he concealed his eyes. Unwilling to disguise himself as a most loyal guard, he said in a deep voice:

"This is the password of the curse! Chieftain, you may not know its existence, but what I want to say is that Gul'dan used this thing to block the elemental spirit of Draenor, yes, it was the trash that destroyed us The world... The cursed password can block the elements of a world, and naturally can also block the magic of a continent, chieftain, think about it, as long as we lay this thing, and expel the magic of the south of the continent!"

Gorefiend opened his hands:

"Without the magic, human wizards and priests don't want to cast spells. Will the orcs be afraid of human warriors!"

"As long as it is there! Humans don't want to attack the southern part of the continent, where it will always belong to us! It will always belong to the tribe, we can rest quietly and rest, waiting for the next counterattack!"

The death knight brought into the role, he taunted the chieftains and warlords around:

"You are all desperate for victory, only me! Talon Gorefiend, only me is working for the survival of the tribe! What are you qualified to laugh at me?"

"But this is not your reason for colluding with Gul'dan!"

Orgrim said in a cold voice: "You know that Gul'dan will betray and conceal this secret! This time you fail, you have to bear at least half of the responsibility... but what you say makes sense, if it really has what you say It’s so miraculous, but it can make up for it."

"Uh"

The stone was thrown back into the blood demon, and the voice of the chieftain was still cold:

"Your life is temporarily saved, Gorefiend, I want you to rush back to the South as quickly as possible, and arrange this curse code! Dar and Blox Shiga will assist you, if you still let me down..."

The blood demon clenched his fists and shouted in the cold voice of the death knight:

"You will never be disappointed! I am different from Gul'dana! I am loyal to the tribe!"

Dao Lao Dao, the Blade of Fireblade, took the blood demon away from the tent. Orgrim looked at the map behind him reluctantly. He was only one step away from victory, but now, that distance is far away as if it were an insurmountable abyss .

"Ah... retreat!"

"Leaving from Alterac Mountains, we must leave before human reinforcements arrive."

Two hours later, Orgrim rode on his own wolf. He looked back at Lordaeron’s broken wall. He gritted his teeth, and a flame of anger and unwillingness beating in his eyes:

"Lordaneron, I will be back!"

At this moment, Saurfang drove the War Wolf to Orgrim. He solemnly saluted his chieftain. He said softly:

"It's time to go, Grand Chief, although cruel, but at this time, we should all face our own destiny."

"Saurfang, you...you have changed."

Orgrim suddenly felt a strong feeling that he would soon lose Saurfang, forever.

"Did something happen to you?"

The chieftain grabbed the warlord's wrist. He said in a deep voice:

"Tell me! My most trusted warlord, don't forget that we have to counterattack Lordaeron together, but I feel you seem to have given up everything. What happened to you?"

"If I can, I hope to see the day the tribe takes over the world, but..."

Saurfang smiled hard, and there was no regret in his smile. He said softly:

"I come back to report for a price. The Chieftain, I can take you to a safe place. I am very satisfied. After everything is over, I will pay the price. I made a vow not to make me a coward and Oath takers, don't let me be the kind of person who even looks down on me."

"I am honored to be able to fight alongside you, Chief Chief! This is the supreme glory. Even after death, I sincerely wish your tribe prosperity!"

"But now... it's time to go. There is not much time left for us."

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