Stormwind God

I thought there would be at least one battle, even on a small scale.

Who would know that, under the witness of the alliance leaders and countless soldiers, those fierce orcs ... surrendered without any bones.

Just because of a word from Duke and the blue storm flag flying behind him.

Twelve thousand orcs have surrendered!

Obviously they have the most vicious appearance, strong muscles like a beast, and enough weapons to kill fierce beasts. How did they surrender?

"No! It's not like this! It shouldn't be like this ..." Among the Alliance's military ranks, a tall, burly figure whispered in a puzzled voice.

When one hundred thousand orcs were buried in the sea of ​​fire, he never cried.

He never cried when another 100,000 hid in the belly of the fish.

When huge failures came again and again, and hundreds of thousands of compatriots died, he never cried.

Because he knew that no matter how many deaths, the orcs were the orcs he knew.

In the most difficult environment, the great race that still stands between heaven and earth with its violentness and bravery.

Now, more than 10,000 people have bent their knees before fighting the other side, and lowered their heads that they have never lowered.

Is this still an orc I know?

Is this still the orcs who dare to face the Gron and ogres who are countless times stronger than themselves?

Even if the heavy iron chain penetrated the lute bone, was restrained by a huge metal torture backhand, and was firmly locked in a specially built huge prison car, Orgrim had never moved.

But at this moment, Orgrim made a howling cry. He growled heartbrokenly in orcish language.

"Stand up! Orc!"

"Are you still great orcs !?"

"Aren't you afraid to bear the punishment of your ancestors after death?"

"Stand up! Orcs, you are definitely not slaves of other races! Stand up and pick up your weapons and fight! Rather stand dead and live without kneeling!"

Every orc in the audience heard the call of their former chief.

Some people are suffering, some are hesitating, some are hesitating, but more, they are nervous and trembling.

Orgrim had forgotten that he was making such a roar as a prisoner prisoner. If he was the free and lofty chief of the half-month ago, even if facing a desperate situation, every orc would continue to support him before the new chief of war came out.

This is the iron law that has been circulating for thousands of years for the orcs. Either use Makogola to downright your chieftain yourself and make yourself law; or you obey everything, even if you die.

Now even the chiefs have become human prisoners. What hope do we have! ?

Orgrim saw in despair that countless orcs looked up at him in trembling, lowered his head lower, completely, and stuck his forehead to the dry, hot red land like a slave. on.

"No" Orgrim screamed at the highest scale.

At this moment, he finally knew Duke's sinister intentions.

This seemingly weak young man, in his own way, severely knocked down the tribe's backbone.

Such a spine! Once broken, the waist bar can no longer straighten.

In this way Duke is destroying the entire tribe. Even if these people escape the control of the alliance in the future? They will only remember the fear that came from the league, from Duke. They will only live forever, and they will never have the confidence and will to confront the alliance.

"No ..." Orgrim sat down weakly. "It's over. It's over! Everything is over."

He was thinking, at this most desperate moment, Orgrim remembered not himself, not the current tribe, but the last hope in his mind.

Correct! Goyle!

The blood of Durotan, his close friend and former chief of the Frostwolf clan!

After he specially sent someone to go back to the world on the Dark Gate and back to Nagrand, after consulting the great Shaman Prophet, he learned the last hope of the tribe.

At the beginning, he did not know what the ‘horde ’s only hope’ in the prophet ’s message meant. He just instinctively sent a few Swordmasters of the Fireblade clan to protect the sons of his best friends.

Now he knew.

It is ridiculous to pin your hopes on an orc baby less than two years old. Unfortunately, he reluctantly found out that this was already his only choice.

Only the Frostwolf and Warsong Clan who have not yet been completely defeated by the Alliance and destroyed the Spirit of Spirit are the soul and backbone of the new tribe in the future.

Orgrim's crying gradually diminished, and he carefully hid his hope. He didn't even dare to face Duke squarely, he was afraid that this young and horrifying human who seemed to know everything would find the last secret in his heart.

In the back, Lothar let out a big sigh of relief, and 10,000 Alliance soldiers rushed forward and began to control the orcs.

There is no need to sacrifice without war. At the moment when the overall situation is set, for every additional alliance soldier or to take home, that is an additional family member.

Anduin Lothar is a man of profound sacrifice and racial reproduction.

Just as Lothar tried to squeeze the orcs down, Duke waved.

"how!?"

Duke said lightly, "I want to plant indelible fear in these orcs' hearts, which is more effective than any shackles and torture."

"Oh?"

Duke turned his head, facing the most special ‘king’ in the league, the Kirin Tor speaker with silvery hair and fluttering in the wind: “Master Antonidas, can you close the door of darkness now?”

Antonidas came over on horseback. After dismounting, he unfolded his magical consciousness. After sensing it carefully, he showed a bitter expression.

"This ... the energy of the Dark Portal is so huge, I'm afraid I'll be alone."

Even though the Dark Portal was not the high-energy state that delivered the soldiers from Draenor at the beginning, after all, it was a thing made by two demigods. If it is not good, a big bang will occur, and all the creatures within a few kilometers of the area will immediately die.

Anthony Das remembered, of course, Duke.

"Duke, remember Alterac?" Antonidas said softly.

What he mentioned was actually the huge ice tornado that wiped out hundreds of red dragons. That time, it was the first time that the two had cooperated perfectly. In a sense, although Duke can't call such a huge magic power, Duke's ability to manipulate magic power ... even if Antonidas does not want to admit it, he must admit that Duke's manipulation power is above him.

Anthony Das' proposal is actually to let Duke handle again. (To be continued.)