Stormwind God

On the front battlefield, the battle was fierce.

After the wall of Thoradin suppressed the alliance, the tribe desperately needed a vent to divert internal vision and the anger of the tribe.

Of course, Orgrim found Gul'dan's betrayal, of course.

Orgrim directly mobilized the two brothers, Red * Blackhand and Maim * Blackhand, to lead a group of 50,000 people to hunt down Her Majesty's Twilight Hammer and Storm Predator Clan, and there were also quite a few Dragoons .

The chairperson was right about ‘the outside must be inside first’.

Orgrim did it ridiculously funny.

He also wanted to quickly get Gul'dan, then stay in the winter, and after the Orcs came from the Dark Door, he would regroup next spring and kill the Lordaeron again.

After all, with the bridgehead of Arathi Highlands, there is no need to fight those extremely nauseous naval battles and landing wars. If not, open a road to the Hinterlands in the ultra-altitude mountains between Arathi Highlands and the Hinterlands, depending on how the league defends the long front.

Unfortunately, he is facing Duke.

The wild ducks plucked their hairs, and Duke aimed at maximizing the vigor of the tribe.

Brother is not there, there are legends of brother everywhere.

The Duke is gone, but his plan still has epoch-making guidance. That's right, Orgrim's last 10,000 people were indeed to avoid the League's pursuit. They almost crossed the Alterac Mountains again and again, day and night, crossed the entire Hinterlands, and returned to the sea cliff.

On the shore of Wanghai Cliff, Gul'dan did destroy many ships, but there are still many left. After mobilizing not many hard workers for three nights, Orgrim finally got together the ships needed for more than 13,000 orcs and more than 1,000 trolls to cross the sea.

Since the Black Hand brothers were sent, Orgrim naturally wanted to return to the wetlands first. After reorganizing the clans, he regrouped and stabilized the front line of Arathi Highlands.

Orgrim swears his teeth and vowed: He will also learn to build bunkers for humans.

Correct! To build a fortress just east of the Wall of Thoradin, humans must also lose 100,000 lives to have the chance to capture!

It's a pity that his grand strategy has not been realized yet, he was hit again.

Think about it, knowing that Orgrim could only roll back from the Hinterlands to the southern continent, and Duke would not be ready to take it.

Moreover, it seems that God is not interested in blessing the alien butchers of the tribe, and when he sailed for half an hour in Orgrim's fleet, he encountered a storm.

In this era, any sailor with a little experience will look at it.

Unfortunately, Orgrim's men are muscular men who want to conquer the sea by brute force.

They acted hard and were punished.

The strong wind set off a ten-meter-high terrifying triangle wave, easily overturning all small, newly-built transport ships. Only those transport ships that were built early and in better condition barely survived the storm.

However, just after the storm subsided, Orgrim had not had time to count the losses of his men, and immediately ushered in the ambush of Naga and the Murloc Legion.

"Hahaha! In the name of master Duke Marcus, kill those green skins!" Angry Scale Naga Priest Vala laughed heartily.

"Karma oh oh oh (kill those orcs)!" The Murloc prophet Mogor screamed.

Countless mermaids rushed across the surface of Shanghai from a depth of ten meters. The impact of the storm on the sea floor is very small. Basically, the waves cannot be felt below ten meters below the sea level. Just now the fishers simply picked up their heads and drowned the orcs who had been drowned or were thrown to the surface and drowned. , Then cut off the head, and turned back to the place designated by Duke to make a deal.

Now, countless mermaids, armed with humble weapons, rushed to the surface, climbed to the low orc transport ship on the ship's side, and bullied those orcs who had been fighting the storm for hours and hours and had exhausted their strength.

They shook the orc carrier, which was not too wide, and made the orcs completely unstable. On the swaying boat, the orcs' proud weapon became a burden.

One ship after another was captured by the Murloc.

"No" Orgrim yelled heartily.

However, he can only watch this scene crazed on the flagship, but he can't help it.

The chief warrior never thought that the last elite of the Blackrock clan would be buried here. You know, this is the last Blackrock Orc who has experienced the Draenei wars, has extensive experience, and is the most powerful. They are the elite of the elite.

They defeated the draenei who played with the light. They were the vanguard of the expedition to Azeroth. They killed more than 100,000 humans in the Elwynn Forest, then killed the long-eared high elves, destroyed Alterac, fought under Lordaeron, and stormed the Alliance's North Camp.

They have never succumbed to any enemy, but they will be destroyed here because of bad water?

"Chieftain, let's go!" Torguez of the Dragonmaw clan drove the dragon down and he hovered the dragon in the air. The dragon turned its serpentine neck, and issued a scary dragon howl to the mermaid in the distance.

It's a pity that there is only one dragon, and it came along to cover the chieftain. The ordinary red dragon is not so physically strong and can stay in the air for so long. Only dragons over a thousand years can apply magic similar to antigravity, so that their huge bodies can be suspended in the air with little effort.

"Chieftain, you go. The **** mermaid has begun to dig the bottom of the ship," said Ormgrim's guard captain Hanmak.

The dragon is the overlord of the sky, but not the overlord of the sea. No matter how strong the dragon's breath is, it is impossible to evaporate the entire endless sea. The Dragon was powerless to stab the bottom of the ship under the command of Mogol.

"No, I can't abandon you." Orgrim's eyes were red looking at the good brothers who had been with him for more than a decade.

"No, you must abandon us, for the tribe!" The orc warriors gazed at Orgrim, with a few dozen eyes, as if not looking at their chieftain, but at the wasteland of despair and destruction The last swaying fire of hope.

For the tribe!

This sentence deeply hurt Orgrim's heart.

The brothers of these Blackstone clan are not unaware of the terrible situation of the war, nor do they know who has destroyed their world, but they still silently raise their weapons and continue to fight.

They do this for one and only one reason.

Correct! They are wrong! The letter is wrong Gul'dan! A wrong war has also been waged.

But for the continuation of the ethnic group, they can only make mistakes again and again.

But no one regrets it, for the same reason

For the tribe! (To be continued.)