Part-time BOSS

Snapped!

Morpheus's palm slammed into Orgrim's head.

Soul touch!

This is dragon language magic specially developed by Morpheus, which can introduce a memory into the target's mind.

The Doomhammer in Orgrim's hand was hit instantly as soon as he raised it, and countless memory fragments flooded into his mind in an instant.

Pictures and messages flew past his eyes.

It seemed like a long time passed, but in reality it was just a moment. He suddenly started moving again.

"Get away!" The Doomhammer hit Morpheus head-on, and Morpheus retreated, avoiding the powerful and heavy blow.

Orgrim did not pursue him. He stood there panting, looking at Morpheus in disbelief, as if he was still thinking about what happened just now.

Orgrim could feel that some subtle changes had occurred in him, but it seemed as if nothing had happened.

"What exactly did you do to me?"

"I think you already have the answer to this question. Look around you. Do you see anything different?"

Orgrim glanced around subconsciously. Saurfang was fighting the sorceress, struggling to break free from the shackles of darkness, but there was a strange thing floating on his head.

Saurfang (Supreme Overseer) epic level 3, level 90, health 13200.

That is?

He looked over his head suddenly, and a line of text was also revealed.

Orgrim Doomhammer (Warchief) epic level 4, level 90, health 155,000 (camp leader).

"This is...so everything is true, and the pictures you showed me are true?"

Orgrim said, quickly analyzing everything in the past in his mind. Yes, everything will be explained in this way. Why does he always feel like he is being controlled by others? Why do all his strategies have been penetrated? Why do he feel that The world is shrouded in a huge conspiracy.

I see……

Morpheus nodded silently.

"Saurfang, stop." Orgrim said in a deep voice.

Saurfang over there had broken free from the magic that bound him, and was about to fight Onyxia to the death, when he heard these words and the battle ax in his hand stopped suddenly.

"Great Chief, why..."

"No reason, they are not our enemies."

Saurfang believed it, and whispered to Orgrim, "Orgrim, are you under some evil spell? If so, just blink, and I will immediately call Ner'zhul to help you break the spell." , If it really doesn’t work, I can deal with them by myself.”

These words made Orgrim a little annoyed, "That's enough, I'm not that easy to control. He just made me see something clearly."

Orgrim said, nodding seriously to Saurfang, "I am serious." Saurfang put away his weapon in doubt.

"Do you need me to call the guards in?"

"It's not necessary. Just step back. They are not hostile. I want to talk to His Excellency the Black Dragon King alone."

"You also need to leave Oni for a moment. I'll meet you later."

Onyxia was obviously dissatisfied that she was leaving, but Morpheus had already initially established his authority in the Black Dragon Legion. Onyxia could only snort in dissatisfaction and turned around to leave.

In the huge chief hall, only Orgrim and Morpheus were left.

"So you came to me and revealed the truth about this world to me. What is your purpose?"

"Of course it's to form an alliance. I have a plan and I need your help, but before I tell you the plan -"

Morpheus suddenly had a cold light in his eyes and opened his mouth suddenly.

Dragon Breath Technique!

A ball of flames burned toward the shadow behind the chief's throne.

Orgrim was taken aback, thinking that the black dragon had gone crazy. The next second he saw a figure in the darkness that was suddenly burned by flames and appeared in human form.

It's a human assassin! The human instantly turned into seven phantoms and fled in different directions.

Orgrim was shocked. This human assassin had obviously been lurking around him for a long time, and he was completely unaware of it.

Without hesitation, Morpheus used the dragon's breath technique to burn towards the black shadow where he felt the strongest breath of living people.

puff! The shadow disappeared instantly, but it was a mirror image. Morpheus was a little surprised. The black dragon's super perception allowed him to clearly feel the slight differences between these shadows. He clearly felt that they were real people.

But he didn't pause at all, and the flames burned to the next black figure in an instant.

The dragon's breath technique instantly burned away three of the shadows, but he didn't expect that they were all fake.

At the same time, Orgrim also took action, raising the Doomhammer in his hand to launch a lava burst combo.

Three more shadows were shattered by the bursting flames.

Unexpectedly, Orgrim also failed. The last shadow took this opportunity to come to the window, waved at the two of them and disappeared out of the window.

Hero Skill - Shadow Master!

This combat skill may seem ordinary, but it has a very awesome effect, allowing the body to transform between different shadows.

In other words, these seven mirror images can all be real bodies, or they can all be illusions. As long as the transformation is fast enough, they will not be hit.

Orgrim finally caught a glimpse of the man's name.

Jian Wuhen (Shadow of Death)...

"Hmph, human assassin! Damn it." Orgrim snorted coldly, and looked at each other with the Black Dragon King, but the hostility in his eyes was much reduced.

"Tell me your plan. Let me hear what kind of plan it was that made you find me."

"My plan is..."

Morpheus explained his plan. Orgrim listened, but his expression kept changing, and finally he couldn't help laughing.

"Hahahaha, you are really a lunatic. You want the tribe to surrender to you? Are you kidding me? Orcs will never be slaves!"

"It's not a surrender, but an alliance. Besides, orcs will never be slaves - it's better not to be so sure."

These words made Orgrim a little annoyed, but he also knew very well that the orcs were respected by the strong. As long as they were strong enough, they could be treated as dogs, not to mention slaves.

"Humph, let's not talk about this, let's talk about your plan. How can such a plan succeed? It's too unrealistic."

"How do you know you won't succeed if you don't do it? If you do it, you may at least succeed, but if you don't do it, you will definitely not succeed. And with your help, the chance of success will undoubtedly be greater."

"But doing this will make the tribe lose the war."

"Haha, even without my plan, do you think the tribe can win this war? No, the tribe's failure is inevitable. The fate of the orcs has already been determined. They are destined to kill, conquer, and endure failure, and the cycle starts over and over again. Never ending.

What awaits the tribe is endless war and hatred passed down from generation to generation. The orcs are destined to become a sad footnote in this drama. If you want to break this fate and reincarnation, you can only join me. "

Orgrim listened to Morpheus's words and walked to the window. He looked at the bustling orc army below and listened to their beast-like howls.

"Blood and thunder!"

"Power and glory!"

"Lokta Oga!"

"For the tribe!"

The noise came from below, vague but real.

For the Horde...but what does that really mean? Orgrim once thought he knew what that meant, but now, he was a little unsure.

"Why do you want to cooperate with me?"

"Because you are wise enough to understand the truth I show you, and at the same time you have enough courage and strength to implement it. It would not work for anyone else."

This small compliment did not make Orgrim feel happy. He thought for a long time and finally nodded.

"Okay, I promise you, for the sake of the tribe and the world, let's start taking action. You'd better not betray my trust, Black Dragon King."

Morpheus nodded, "I swear on the fate of the black dragon clan."

"Saurfang—call the chieftains!"

Saurfang happily rushed in from the door, "Warchief, are you going to launch a counterattack?"

"No, it's time to retreat."

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Six hours later - in the Alliance military camp:

"What! The tribe has begun to withdraw its troops?"

The leaders of the alliance were holding a meeting, celebrating the victory of the war and discussing the next strategy.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the discussion reached a general level, we received news of a complete withdrawal of troops from the tribe.

"Could it be another trap?"

"It makes no difference. Those savage orcs are no match for the Alliance warriors!"

"Order, Your Majesty Godwin, to completely destroy those orcs."

Godwin nodded. He really couldn't think of any other tricks the tribe could play. "Attack the entire army!"

The ensuing war proved that there was no such thing as a trap.

The tribe is really about to retreat.

When the Alliance army attacked the orc fortresses in the Wrathfang Plains, they encountered stiff resistance, but most of the defenders were adventurers and some cannon fodder clans, while the main force of the Horde army was constantly advancing along the Loch Modan Tunnel. Withdraw to Dun Morogh.

After discovering this situation, soldiers from all walks of life launched attacks frantically, hoping to take advantage of the opportunity to gain more military exploits.

Murphy was no exception. He led the dragoons to wreak havoc in the sky. It was a buffet-like leveling experience.

For a whole afternoon, the orcs were slaughtered crazily, and they were upgraded to three levels in a row.

Without the command of Orgrim, the orc army fought independently and fell into complete chaos.

Despite relying on a solid fortress defense, several pieces of flesh were bitten off by the Alliance.

In the end, the tribe resisted huge casualties and completed the retreat. After this battle, the tribe once again lost hundreds of thousands of troops. Although they were all cannon fodder clans, but including the battle losses in the previous two days, the tribe's losses had exceeded 300,000. , it can be said that it is a stretch.