Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

Speaking of this ogre colony, it is necessary to talk about the ogre tradition, in order to pursue the power of the Episis crystal and various artifacts, the ogre once established settlements, outposts, and fortresses in various parts of the world to expand their empire and influence during their heyday.

After the empire was destroyed by orcs and elemental creatures, the remnants of the ogre forces obviously failed to inherit this tradition, and the remnants of Gorlond, Frostfire Ridge and Nagran could only take care of their own acres and threes of land, and no longer had the mind to expand vigorously.

Of course, it may also be because the strength is not as good as it was then, and it is also powerless to have the heart.

But at this time, the ogres of the Hanging Hammer Fort did not know what wind was pumping in their heads, and they were actually preparing to build a new village and town "not far away" near Gromashel?

But if Vangelomash could tolerate him, he would not be a hell roar, nor would he be called the plague of Nagran by an ogre.

If you don't move, I want to kick you on two feet, if you dare to move the place, isn't that even more indebted?

After dragging on the road for a few days, Gromash's army made its way to the vicinity of the stronghold.

And to talk about this ogre, it is worthy of being a race that can dominate Draenor for a while, not to mention anything else, just in terms of building strongholds, ogres can be said to have more iguanas than orcs.

Nairgo looked at the ogre castle waiting in front of him, and said with a smile: "If I want to say, the chief directly let the shamans go up and directly turn this stone house into a big coffin for them." "

That's right, it's a big coffin, a big coffin that is about to be surrounded by the orc cavalry regiment.

An orc army of more than five thousand gathered on the top of the hill on the side, and before Gromash could give an order, all the troops rushed up and knocked down their fragile walls.

Some people may think, five thousand? Just a few people? Seris rural armed fighting, right?

In fact, five thousand troops are quite a lot, and the Warsong clan is the same as most orc clans.

Although orcs are very capable of giving birth, weak babies will drown, which will be sifted down for a round.

Those who can't fight when they grow up, those who are thin and small, this is sifted down for another round.

Growing up due to various accidents died, this is still sifting down for a round.

In the end, there are only about 10,000 combatants like the Warsong Clan, which can be called the top big clan standing in stock.

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"Everyone, prepare to rush with me!" Gromash didn't say anything more, only listening to his order, and roared his fierce-eyed black wolf towards the ogre's stronghold.

Under the command of Gromash, all the warsong orcs shouted feverishly.

The first to charge was naturally Gromash and his fanatical warriors, and after them were a group of Fireblade Orcs, who also sent a force of more than a thousand warriors and villagers to join the army of Hell's roar, staring at scarlet eyes, wielding blades, inspired by loot and glory and bloodthirsty art, forging ahead, even in the face of the ogre's boulder.

"Rush, don't let the Fire Blade Orcs take the limelight!" shouted a warrior of the Battle Song Clan.

Nairgo even noticed that some of the overly excited orc shamans even chose to abandon casting spells from a distance, directly turning into enhanced shamans, attaching elements to weapons and rushing up.

Of course, Nelgo is also among them.

At this time, inside the ogre's camp, the ogres inside had heard the roar outside, and they all knew that the orc's attack had begun, and even they felt that the earth was shaking.

"Huh?" the leader of the ogre looked confused at this time, not knowing what had happened.

Just now, just like when he was once in the Hanging Castle, he was drunk in his house, but the guards suddenly rushed in, "Orcs, many orcs, they are coming!" The

reckless guard ventured into the tent, causing him a burst of annoyance, "Untouchables, you disturbed my interest!" God

knows how angry he was at this time,

as a small nobleman in the ogre city-state- 's heir, once because of his magical talent, let him bear the expectations of all members of the family, he also lived up to expectations, became a fairly good mage apprentice.

As a result, due to some kind of power struggle, his family was destroyed, and the cannibal magician who had come to eat in the castle of the hanging mallet could only be reduced to the wasteland of Nagran with a thousand or so untouchables.

If this was five or six hundred years ago, maybe he could still be like the family of the king of witchcraft, brave the wind and snow and the fangs of wild beasts to make a magnificent career and pass on a legendary story.

But times have changed.

Now to open up, that is, to feed the beasts, to send money to the orcs, and if you can't get it, you have to put your life into it at a loss.

Drunk, he used magic, cursed and chanted spells, and an invisible large hand grabbed the guard holding the spear.

"I'm going to whip you hard

!" "Then cut off your head and stick it in the spear!"

said the ogre.

The guard hurriedly explained that he had something important to report, while struggling to get out of the mage's bondage.

The ogre's side is a mess.

But the orc's attack did not stop, and when the orc's army appeared in the ogre's field of vision, the frightening wolf howl rose one after another.

Knock knock.

The rhythmic drumbeat came from the army of the War Song Clan, and those war drums made of ogre heads inspired the morale of the surrounding orcs, and one by one red light flashed, and the orcs who had been added by bloodthirsty magic were even more courageous and fearless of death.

Blood-red anger burned, eyes shining red, everyone seemed to be under control, and no one seemed to be able to stop their steps, whether it was the arrows or the wall ahead.

The tattooed, horrifying-eyed, beast-like orc held a two-handed axe, and in a violent gasp, he took the lead and broke through the ogre's defenses.

That man was hell roaring.

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"The orcs are coming?" heard the news, the cannibal magician's face was full of incredulity, why did the orc army appear? What about my soldiers? These damn pariahs!

After learning the news, he was so frightened that he woke up, and his fat head asked a series of questions one after another, but the soldier had already been frightened by his spell and could not speak, and the angry cannibal magician grabbed his neck, shook him fiercely, and finally pushed him sharply.

Venting the wine and meat on the table, he couldn't care about these spiced roasts, he knew that if he didn't think of a way to get these orcs out, his head would be cut off by them.

Just like the previous king of witchcraft.

"I have to live.

"I don't want to die. He muttered to himself frantically, as if it would allow him to figure out something.