Azeroth’s Death Track

The desperate struggle of the orcs brought an almost devastating blow to the Burning Plains.

The king of magic is proud and arrogant. He will not tell mortals what he does, and mortals are not qualified to question him. But at this juncture, nearly a quarter of the Blackstone Tower, which was originally easy to defend and difficult to attack, was destroyed by a surprise attack. For the alliance soldiers of the orc tribe, they are not stingy with joy from heaven.

The alliance's vanguard army is stopping at Redridge Mountain with a large army at this time. These troops are the vanguard army directly transported by Dailin's fleet from Khaz Modan to the Westfall. They will enter the Burning Plains from the west, and in the Burning Plains On the other side, the scorching canyon battlefield, which was closely guarded by orcs and connected to Khaz Modan, was in charge of the Ironforge dwarves who had just joined the alliance and the Stromgarde Legion who had just joined the alliance.

The coalition forces have already made a final attack plan, attacking Blackrock Tower from the north and west at the same time, the first goal is to trap the orcs in the burning plain, and then use the method of siege to wipe out the last living force of the orcs!

But at this juncture, Malygos' attack completely disrupted everything.

Although it is not clear what the orcs did to provoke the attack of the always mysterious blue dragon, Khadgar, the leader of the army mages, told Lothar with certainty that the road ahead is clear.

Khadgar was wearing a set of blue thick robes, gloves, and the staff of the guardian on his back. In front of his eyes were the dignified faces of the coalition marshal Lothar and General Dai Lin, who were the supreme commanders of the vanguard army.

Listen to me, Marshal Lothar, General Dai Lin, your worries are normal!

Still very young, but already has a head of white hair, the mage with an old complexion said softly:

Mortals are always afraid of giant dragons, and even mages are reluctant to deal with these dangerous creatures, but I can guarantee that the phantom of the King of Magic appearing here has nothing to do with the alliance's attack, it must be the offal of the Horde did things that annoyed it, like they enslaved the red dragon or something, and I've checked repeatedly, the blue dragon king's magic fluctuations have disappeared, and it's gone.

Although this answer is decisive, it can't reassure the commander, especially because the red dragon played a rather disgraceful decision in the tribe's invasion. Dai Lin hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said:

So, Mage Khadgar, what do you mean, the appearance of that frighteningly powerful dragon has nothing to do with the Alliance, nor is it specially here to help us? Judging from your knowledge, it will appear again Is it? Most importantly, will it interfere with our war?

Facing this rather layman's question, Khadgar shrugged and said with a relaxed face:

The concentration of magic power in the Burning Plain is extremely high at this time, which means that the magic power of mages will also be magnified. Most importantly, fighting in areas with high magic power will not affect the soldiers' bodies, and believe me, even with Dala However, from the very limited understanding of the dragon kings, these arrogant creatures disdain to join the battlefield of mortals...Although it is somewhat difficult to accept, in fact, in their eyes, there is no difference between us and orcs.

Justice and evil are defined by ourselves, and dragons don't care about these.

This rather blunt answer made Dai Lin breathe a sigh of relief, because the Alliance Navy has suffered heavy losses under the Red Dragon's helping the evil several times before and after. Afterwards, King Dailin twisted his beard and said to Marshal Lothar who was thinking beside him:

If this is the case, what is in front of us is indeed a rare opportunity. Marshal Lothar, the news from the Stormwind Kingdom's SI7 has been confirmed. Part of the Blackrock Tower has indeed been destroyed. I think we should take advantage of it. This opportunity...

Dai Lin's voice interrupted Marshal Lothar's thinking. The latter suddenly raised his head. He rubbed his chin and said to the two people in front of him:

I'm thinking about whether the appearance of the blue dragon king can be a means of boosting our morale. You also know that because of the orc manipulating the red dragon, many soldiers have unnecessary fear.

But the blue dragons are not from our side. In fact, they are the weirdest of all the dragons...

Khadgar couldn't understand. He explained with his mage professional knowledge: Blue dragons never appear in the confrontation of the civilization camp. They always refuse to deal with mortal creatures.

Yes, you are right, Mage Khadgar.

Marshal Lothar stood up and patted his armor:

But the soldiers don't know this... Even if it's just a rumor, as long as it can dispel the soldiers' fear of your red dragons controlled by the orcs, that's enough!

Soon, the vanguard of the Alliance appeared on the devastated battlefield of the Burning Plains. When the first team of knights rushed under the Blackrock Tower under the banner of the Kingdom of Stormwind, this nightmare news was quickly sent to Ogg Rem's hands.

From the retreat to the present, in just half a month, the high-spirited chief seems to have aged a teenager. In the past few days, he has received a steady stream of bad news.

The Blacktooth Grinning Clan was ambushed by the Alliance Navy, and less than 500 escaped.

After the Dragonmaw orcs were left behind, the promised support from the young dragons was nowhere to be seen, and Nekros the Skullbreaker had become a warlord with a separate regime.

The Gorefiend was full of confidence to open up the situation for the tribe, but two hours ago, the last fortress, Blackstone Tower, was cut off by a quarter of the destructive beam of light because of that bastard.

The Blood Ring clan who stayed behind wanted to rescue them, but they were trapped in Stranglethorn Valley by the goblins who turned their faces and refused to recognize anyone.

He still has tens of thousands of orcs in his hands, but that weird fatigue disease is raging among the orcs like a plague.

All of this made Orgrim feel that there was no end in sight, that fate was really unpredictable. In less than a month, the tribe had the upper hand and fell all the way to the desperate situation of being isolated.

He looked at the battle report in his hand. Although only a few thousand knights had reached the Burning Plains, Orgrim was sure that tens of thousands of human soldiers would set foot on the last land of the tribe without waiting until tomorrow morning.

His fingers tightened, and the battle report written in animal skin was crushed into a ball in his hands.

In the great chief's hall, Orgrim stood up, his back was facing the animal skin map behind him, and in the flames of the braziers around the room, a dark shadow shone on the great chief's cheek, and the big The tragic rendering of the chief's hero's end is so miserable.

His great ambitions, all his plans for the future, and his expectation of rebuilding the orc civilization have all been completely shattered.

But even so, he was not willing to admit defeat just like that. The Horde was not without hope of victory.

Saurfang!

Orgrim yelled in a low voice. A moment later, the orc warlord Safarul strode into the hall of chiefs. His footsteps were a little flimsy, and the bloodshot eyes at the bottom of his eyes had also weakened a lot, which meant that, A powerful fighter like Saurfang was also affected by that exhausting plague.

Great Chief! I'm here!

But this exhaustion was overcome by him with spirit, just from appearance, Saurfang was still the invincible orc warlord.

I need you to go to the Dark Portal, Saurfang. This is a dangerous mission. The last courier was killed by the Shattered Hand assassin before reaching Hellfire Citadel. Due to the current situation, I can't send you too much. Many people.

Orgrim sat back on the chair, picked up a pen, and wrote quickly on the animal skin scroll, without raising his head, he said:

I need you to contact Grom, Kargath, and Fenris, and let them bring Warsong, Shattered Hand, and Thunder King clan to Azeroth for support! I want them to pass through the Dark Portal as quickly as possible, Assault the Alliance vanguard from behind and open the situation for the Horde!

He raised his head, and there was a kind of cold light in his squinted eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

No matter what those arrogant chiefs want! We can only keep the last territory of the tribe and guarantee our last hope in this world. I will give as much as they want!

But the Chief!

Saurfang is not an idiot, he immediately realized Orgrim's intentions, put his hands on the table, and said in a deep voice:

From the Burning Plains to the Dark Portal, plus convincing the chiefs, it will take at least 15 days. The alliance is now pinched between two lines. Can we survive until then?

This is something I need to consider, Saurfang.

Orgrim finished writing the letter, rolled the animal skin into a scroll, and threw it to the warlord. He breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and moved his shoulders:

Lothar bought off those Ravenholdt assassins and tried to assassinate me many times. He knew very well that as long as I die, the tribe will be in chaos in an instant, but how can things be done by relying on those assassins!

The great chief walked to the window of the hall. He looked at the scorching and dim sky of the Burning Plain outside the window. He seemed to be back on the battlefield of iron and blood. He took a deep breath and said softly:

Soon we will usher in the final battle. I will show Lothar on the battlefield what a real beheading tactic is.

I will chop off his head on the battlefield, and in front of his soldiers, defeat their marshal. Lothar's death will become our hope to persevere, and only such a deterrent can make the cunning alliance dog You know, even if a tiger falls into the water, it is still a tiger...If you want to kill a tiger, they are not qualified!

This gesture of sacrificing everything made Saurfang a little worried. He clenched the scroll in his hand and whispered:

Maybe we can stick to it and join forces with the Dark Iron dwarves at the lower level of Blackrock Tower. Just like Ironforge, Blackrock Tower will also become a nightmare for Alliance soldiers. The cunning Alliance dogs have suffered enough, and they will naturally...

cowardly!

Saurfang's suggestion made Orgrim furious. He turned around, grabbed Saurfang's collar with both hands, and lifted the orc warlord from the ground. He looked at Saur viciously. Farr, growled loudly:

You're scared! Saurfang! You're scared of those alliances!

I'm not! I'm not afraid of them!

Saurfang responded without fear:

I just feel that if we hold fast, our warriors will leave some kindling behind, and don't forget, Warchief, that weird fatigue is eating us like a plague, and every warrior is extremely precious to us!

Saurfang's words left Orgrim speechless. The sudden exhaustion was like the punishment of fate for the orcs. It made the bloodthirsty and aggressive orc warriors weak. This kind of weakness does not act on the body, but acts directly on the soul and will.

If a fighter's will is broken, is he still worthy of being called a fighter?

The great chief's anger was drawn away in an instant, and he sat back on the chair with a tired expression. Saurfang made a big mistake, but he was still his most trusted warlord. He whispered:

Do you really think we have a third route to go? Saurfang? No more!

Either lead the clansmen to take root in this world and live, or flee back to the Dark Portal like a defeated dog to die! How many humans have we killed? How many orcs have humans killed? When the war has progressed to this point, even if we If we want to retreat, the Alliance will not allow us to safely retreat to the Dark Portal...

The seed of hatred has been planted, watered by the blood, it has already taken root and sprouted, like a deadly poisonous weed, forcing both sides to fight crazily, Saurfang, there is no way to go! If we are destined to die in this World, are you willing to be tortured like a wild dog under the torture of hunger and disease, unwilling to swallow your last breath?

No one wants to! No one will do that!

The great chief's fingers on the table clenched suddenly, and his voice changed from low and tired to firm again, like a rock that would never be broken by the tide.

The age of conquest and invasion is over, Saurfang, now, and in the days to come... Orcs, we! Fight for survival!