Azeroth’s Death Track

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A bloody orc bound in chains was thrown on the ground of the chief's hall.

This is the head of the orc warlord who is in charge of patrolling and guarding the important places in the interior today. He did not die at the hands of the assassins of MI7, and he is not considered a coward. He even beheaded several assassins with his own hands, but this cannot change his Tragic fate.

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The straight-edged slashing sword of the old sword Saint Dahl touched the warlord's head. The orc veteran didn't struggle, he just knelt at Orgrim's feet with a face full of pain. What does it mean for the tribe.

Let him go.

Orgrim shook his head, looked at the chiefs in front of him, and said softly:

The situation is extremely bad, but this idiot's head can't solve any problems. Let him pick up a weapon and join the battle. Either die in battle, or use the blood of the enemy to wash away the shame!

Obey! Great Chief!

The guy who escaped from death stood up roaring like a beast, and strode out of the chief hall. Orgrim looked at his back, and the killing intent flashed in his eyes, but he finally returned to calm.

In the current situation, even one more soldier would be good.

And none of the other gloomy chiefs went to see this unlucky guy, as Orgrim said, even if he was killed, nothing would change.

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Seeing that the atmosphere was not quite right, the old sword saint Dar. Triple Blood Blade coughed lightly, attracting everyone's attention, and then said in a deep voice:

Everyone knows the situation. There are at least 70,000 Alliance dogs on the plain, and the Bronzebeard dwarves and the knights of Arathor are watching over the Scorching Canyon. We must come up with a solution.

Method?

Blood Ring Chief Kilrogg, who has always followed Orgrim loyally, shook his head depressingly: What else can I do? Either go out and fight humans to the death, or go to those black dwarfs who live underground Let's buy food.

The Gorefiend expelled the Balrog King, and the black iron dwarves who have lost their faith are going crazy. They have already refused to contact us. I heard that if their emperor Thaurissan did not stop them, those fanatics would rush out to fight with us. We fought, and that arrogant and arrogant idiot of the Gorefiend ruined everything, almost destroying the tribe directly!

Reid Blackhand, who returned to Blackrock Tower after going through all kinds of difficulties and dangers, said in a shivering voice:

So don't count on those dark iron dwarves, they won't help us.

After saying this, the remaining little chiefs frowned even tighter. The only food left in Blackrock Tower was not enough to feed the tens of thousands of orcs who gathered here. Besides, the only way left is to wait for death.

Brox.

Chief Orgrim didn't speak, he seemed to be immersed in his own thoughts, until the old sword master silently patted the chief with his fingers, and the latter woke up suddenly, he raised his head and saw all Everyone's eyes fell on him, as if they were waiting for the always wise and mighty chief to come up with a solution to the problem.

Orgrim did not immediately answer their expectations, but turned his head to look at the old orc warrior standing behind him, wearing a leather armor, 7 points similar to Saurfang, but with gray hair, this is Varok Saurfang's elder brother, the warrior Brox Saurfang who was responsible for maintaining the situation in the south when the tribe went to fight in the northern border.

The great chief looked at his warrior, and asked in a deep voice:

Can your men still fight?

Hearing the chief's question, the orc warrior Brox Saurfang thumped his chest fiercely, and said angrily:

My warriors are still brave, and I, I can easily break the heads of 100 alliance dogs!

very good!

The great chief nodded in satisfaction, then looked back at the chiefs, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice:

I have sent Saurfang to contact the three clans of Warsong, Shattered Hand and Thunder King. If he can bring back reinforcements, we will still be saved!

This sentence made all the chiefs, including Lao Daer, stare wide-eyed, but the next moment, the great chief personally extinguished their flame of hope.

But there is a premise at this time, that is, we can survive the siege of the alliance, and the food is gone. Since the black iron dwarves are unwilling to help us, then we will go grab it!

A fierce light flashed in Orgrim's eyes:

I'm determined to have a fight with the Union Dog this evening!

You're crazy!

Reid blurted out this sentence, but the next moment, he reacted and said hastily:

I mean, Great Chief, the exhaustion disease is spreading, and our soldiers are not fit to fight at this time!

I know! I know that the soldiers are tortured by the exhaustion of their souls. I also know that we have no food. I know what the alliance dogs sacrificed so many warriors for!

The great chief stood up, put his hands on the table in front of him, looked fiercely at the chiefs in front of him, and shouted loudly:

They want to get rid of us in one go! How arrogant! They want us to rush out of Blackrock Spire to fight them! Then we will satisfy them!

The old Juggernaut stood up and wanted to speak, but was stopped by the chief with his eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone became low:

You don't need to persuade me, I am calm, I know what I am doing! Listen to me, brothers, even if we hate the Alliance dogs, we have to admit that they are indeed the strongest opponents the Horde has ever encountered Well, those soft bastard Draenei are not worthy to lift the shoes of these human warriors, but the braver the creature, the stronger the recognition and following of a powerful leader...

Orgrim paused, leaving a few seconds for the chiefs who were not good at thinking to accept his meaning. When everyone raised their heads, he continued:

That's right! What I mean is that although their civilization is different from ours, they are no different from us in worshiping warriors. In the past 3 years, the alliance has sent assassins crazy to kill me. They Why do you want to do this?

They know that as long as I die, the warriors of the Horde will suffer an unimaginable morale blow! But remember, the same principle applies to Alliance dogs!

The great chief clenched his fists, and he thumped his chest:

As long as we can kill Lothar in this battle, although the alliance will not collapse immediately, but believe me, this opponent's devastating morale blow can at least bring us a period of recuperation, and when we attack Losar When we are in Sha, we need a team of warriors to plunder the alliance's supplies!

That's right! We don't have any food! But the enemy has it. It depends on whether we have the courage and strength to take it!

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The great chief slammed his fist hard on the table in front of him. Looking at the chiefs in front of him, he shouted in a tone almost roaring:

Tell me! Is your courage and strength still there?

Lok-tar ogar!

This table was very provocative, and the words that sounded very suitable to the appetite of the orcs caused the orcs in front of them to make a noise. They beat their chests and shouted the proverbs of the tribe. This scene made the chief nodded in satisfaction.

But when he saw Red Blackhand who was hesitant to speak, Orgrim knew that the cunning brat of the Blackhand family had discovered the loophole in his proposal, so he shouted loudly before Redd said :

I know that this series of failures makes you think that I am not a qualified chief. I know that many people are secretly saying this, and the Dragonmaw clan openly betrayed the Horde, but it doesn't matter!

The tribal warrior behind him, Brox Saurfang stretched out his hand, and handed the heavy Hammer of Doom to Orgrim's eyes. He raised his black iron hammer and shouted loudly:

In this battle, I will take Kor'Kron to raid Lothar's position! I swear that I will use Anduin Lothar's head to prove the future of the tribe! Who wants to go with us!

This roar stunned all the chiefs, and the next moment, the excited and trembling old swordsman raised his flaming blade, Sankesu, and collided with Orgrim's Hammer of Doom.

The blade of the Juggernaut will always follow you! Great Chief!

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The ferocious battle ax also hit the surface of Doomhammer, Brox moved his shoulders, and said in a deep voice:

This time, I will be the same as in the battle against Shattrath. I will charge with you! If you fall, I will fight to the death where you fell! In the name of Saurfang!

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Kilrogg Bloodeye's hunting stick made of Draenor's giant bone also hit the front of the three weapons. The blood ring orc chief said in a solemn tone:

A long time ago, when I took over as Chieftain of the Blood Ring, I saw my own death in lost eyes, but that is definitely not today! Definitely not here!

The Blood Ring clan is willing to charge with you!

And us! We are willing too!

The orc chiefs roared, and for a while, the tribe that was about to split due to the betrayal of Dragonmaw and the destruction of food showed signs of reintegration.

Red Blackhand gritted his teeth, picked up the red saber, and roared loudly:

The Black Tooth Grinning Clan is also willing to...

No!

Orgrim turned his head and looked at Red Blackhand with a solemn look. In front of all the chiefs of the tribe, he said in a deep voice:

Stop calling yourself the chief of the Black Tooth Grinning Clan, Red Blackhand, you are no longer the chief of the Black Tooth Grinning Clan...

This sentence made Red's heart sink to the bottom. He thought that Orgrim had penetrated his heart, but the next moment, the War Chief's hammer hit the stone table in front of him.

You brought back Gul'dan's heart, you killed the traitor with your own hands, you fulfilled your promise, and I will fulfill mine...Red Blackhand, from now on, you will be the Chief of the Blackrock Clan ! And this time, we don’t need the participation of the Blackstone Clan!”

Orgrim put his palm on Reid's shoulder, and he emphasized his tone:

I need you to take your clan and get back enough war supplies for the Horde while we lure the Alliance soldiers... so we can last until reinforcements arrive! Can you do it, Blackhand Chieftain!

This name silenced everyone in the chief's hall for a moment. The tribe led by Blackhand Blackhand was a mess, but no one could deny that without Blackhand's almost stubborn insistence, it would be impossible for the scattered orcs to survive in the future. The dead Draenor formed the Horde and came to Azeroth.

Blackhand was terrible as warchief, but no one can undo his exploits.

When he heard Orgrim calling himself the Blackhand Chieftain, Red's heart was shaken for a moment. Looking at the brown-skinned orc chieftain in front of him, he suddenly felt that maybe his father was in Orgrim. The defeat at hand is not without reason.

But the next moment, his heart hardened again. He promised his father that he would reorganize the orthodox tribe, and he would not be shaken by Orgrim's words.

Most importantly, he was the Young Chieftain of the Blackrock Clan himself, and Orgrim just gave him back what he deserved.

But that being said, in this frenzied atmosphere, Reid couldn't say no at all, he beat his chest fiercely with his left hand:

Lok-tar ogar!

very good!

Orgrim raised his head in satisfaction, his tiger-like eyes swept across the crowd in front of him, no one dared to look at him, in the majesty of the deathly silence, the great chief raised his war hammer and roared:

Then raise the army! Let's go... Use our weapons to tell the alliance dogs that the Horde has not lost yet!