Azeroth’s Death Track

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Burning cannonballs traced scorching tracks in the air, falling from the sky with piercing screams.

Marshal Gaslis, whose face was covered in blood, raised his head, and saw that the cannonball hit the distant city wall, causing another heavy blow to the blood-soaked city wall that had begun to crack.

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The flames of the shell explosion swept everything around, tearing the bodies of the tired human soldiers to pieces, allowing blood and death to smear the battlefield in an incomparably vivid way.

But the human counterattack did not stop because of this. The artillery on the city wall was still pouring firepower at the extreme speed towards the densely packed orcs below.

The 5-day siege has already made both humans and orcs numb to death, and the initial fanaticism has been wiped out. At this stage of the war, both sides are already at the end of their battles. In the most brutal war of attrition , unable to bear the long and almost endless torment, the side that retreats first will be shrouded in the shadow of failure.

Marshal Gathelis stood on his sentry post. He looked down. On the battlefield full of gunpowder smoke, the number of orcs' army had been reduced by one-third, while the human army defending the city was almost wiped out. The civilians in the city of Lun have been armed to replace the soldiers to resist the endless siege of the orcs, and the war has reached its final stage.

He raised his head and looked at the forest outside the battlefield. The marshal knew very well that the key to victory in Lordaeron was no longer in Lordaeron. Before coming, enter the Tirisfal region, then the orcs can only retreat.

Lothar...

Gathelis recited the name silently, and said softly in his heart:

If you really inherit the bravery and greatness of Emperor Thoradin...then don't let us down! We paid such a terrible price, we must win!

May the walls of Lordaeron be as strong as ours!

When the marshal opened his eyes, even though his body was exhausted to the extreme, the light in his eyes became sharper. He saw another orc hanging ladder on the edge of the city wall. He drew out his epee and charged in that direction. past:

Counterattack! Counterattack!

Throw these greenskins into their hell!

On the other side, in the orc camp, Great Chief Orgrim's face was gloomy. He looked at the tactical map in front of him, and an unconcealable anxious emotion was beating in his heart.

Saurfang's reinforcements have been late for 2 days...

The great chief put his fist on the table in front of him: The frontline army is already exhausted, if they don't come again...I'm afraid...

The orcs are not gods, and the orcs will be exhausted, especially the siege battle that is seriously unfavorable to their side. Orgrim rushed into Lordaeron with 30,000 orcs, but after 5 days of tug-of-war, only a few orcs were left. There are less than 12,000 people. If it weren't for Orgrim's power to suppress the orc army, with such a terrible battle loss ratio, even the orcs' morale would collapse.

Like Gatheris, Orgrim was also a very good commander. He knew very well that the key to the decisive victory had fallen on the reinforcements from both sides.

But Saurfang, who had never disappointed him before, was strangely late this time, which made the great chief feel a little bad feeling in his heart.

He hates this feeling.

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The curtain of the tent was lifted, and a tall figure strode into the tent:

Great Chief! I'm back!

Um?

Orgrim raised his head, and saw Saurfang's figure, and an undisguised joy appeared on Orgrim's face. He looked at him and asked loudly:

How many people did you bring back? Ten thousand! As long as there are ten thousand people! We're sure to win!

The great chief's joy made Saurfang twitch incomparably. The brave orc warlord half-kneeled on the ground, and he whispered:

I... I came back alone. Gul'dan betrayed us. He took the Ravager Clan and the Twilight's Hammer with him. Warchief, our reinforcements... are gone.

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The table in front of Orgrim's eyes suddenly shattered under the bombardment of his fist, and the great chief whose body was filled with murderous aura was like an enraged beast. The defeat that passed over his shoulder made the great chief's heart extremely cold.

You just let him take away my reinforcements! What about Zuluhed? Didn't I let him check and balance Gul'dan! That trash!

Orgrim strode forward, grabbed Saurfang by the collar with both hands, lifted him into the air, and he roared loudly:

I trust you so much! I trust you so much! Saurfang! You...you let me down!

Zuluhed is dead, he died in Quel'Thalas... Warchief, this is all my fault, I am a sinner of the Horde, I admit it!

There was no fear on Saurfang's face, only a calmness that disregarded life and death. He said in a deep voice:

But it's time to retreat, Great Chief. Human reinforcements will break through our defenses at any time. Once we are surrounded by them, we can't go. We should go... Withdraw to the south and regroup.

boom

As soon as Saurfang finished speaking, a heavy punch hit him in the face, knocking the orc warlord to the ground. He raised his head with difficulty, and saw Orgrim lift his warhammer , walked towards him aggressively.

Saurfang didn't dodge, he straightened up as if accepting his fate, his eyes were clear:

Gul'dan went to the wetlands, and Talon Gorefiend's death knights are picking them up. I rushed back to report, Great Chief, he is no longer trustworthy!

swish

The war hammer fell from the sky, and Saurfang closed his eyes. For this warrior who was extremely loyal to the tribe, after committing such an unforgivable crime, dying at the hands of the chieftain was also a deserved ending.

But he waited for a few seconds, but he didn't feel the pain. He opened his eyes and saw the Hammer of Doom in Orgrim's hand hovering on his forehead. The war chief was breathing heavily, still angry To the extreme, but the biting anger in his eyes has disappeared.

Snapped

The warhammer was thrown aside, and Orgrim took a step back. His whole expression looked as if he was ten years old. He shook his head:

No, it's not your fault, Saurfang, you're an upright warrior, you're no match for Gul'dan when you play tricks, it's my fault, when I captured Gul'dan, I should have Instead of listening to his flattery and letting him continue to be active in my tribe.

I can't blame you for my mistakes, it's not your fault.

Orgrim took a deep breath, as if he had lost all his strength, he slumped on his chair, which moved Saurfang who was ready to wait for death, because Ogrim Only Mu's strong personality charm can make a warrior like Saurfang swear allegiance to him.

We still have hope! Great Chief, my brother has secured the territory around the Stormwind Kingdom, as long as we retreat there! With our backs to the Dark Portal, we will not fail!

Saurfang said aloud:

There are still tens of thousands of our soldiers in the Blackstone Tower, Great Chief. Even if we fail this time, humans will never want to break through our new homeland! The land in the southern part of the mainland still belongs to us!

Orgrim shook his head, he sighed:

We have lost the best chance to completely crush the alliance. They will be completely twisted into one rope. I have already foreseen the direction of the future war. We will be repelled, compressed, and finally surrounded by enemies... Stormwind City is safe Keep it up! We must retreat to Redridge and Blackrock Spire!

Ah, a year of hard work, the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers, just like that... just wasted by that bastard Gul'dan!

Gul'dan!

Orgrim roared angrily:

Return my legion!!

In this unwilling roar, the two orcs have been heartbroken...

Ten minutes later, the order for a full retreat was delivered to each warlord, and Talon Gorefiend was summoned to the chief's tent. As soon as the death knight entered the tent, he was confronted by more than a dozen weapons whole body.

The Gorefiend looked at the scene in amazement, all the orcs glared at him, as if they wanted to eat him, and his gaze also saw Saurfang who was sitting on the side, and the Gorefiend jumped in his heart.

Damn it! Gul'dan clearly told me that Saurfang is dead...that bastard! He lied to me!

Bloodfiend, do you have any last words?

Orgrim's whole body was covered with deadly killing intent. The Gorefiend was sure that as long as he didn't say a word, he would be dismembered on the spot, but this guy was a wise warlock, and he quickly found his way to survive. road.

He quickly took out the stone from his waist, handed it to the chief, and said sincerely:

Warchief, I know that my private contact with Gul'dan is unforgivable! But trust me, I'm all for the sake of the Horde...

These words made the chiefs and warlords in the tent laugh, but the Gorefiend ignored the ridicule. On the contrary, he said slowly:

While you are all dazzled by the easy victory, I alone saw the possible defeat of the Horde. It is for this reason that I made a deal with the cunning Gul'dan, Warchief, we failed , but it doesn’t matter! This stone can help us regain victory!”

Um?

Orgrim was stunned by Gorefiend's categorical words. He reached out to pick up the stone, waved his fingers, and retracted the swords that were against Gorefiend's body. Unwilling, he disguised himself as the most loyal guard, and said in a deep voice:

This is the curse code! Warchief, you may not know its existence, but what I want to say is that Gul'dan used this thing to block Draenor's elemental spirit, yes, it was that bastard that destroyed us The world...The curse code can block the elements of a world, and naturally it can also block the magic power of a continent, Great Chief, think about it, as long as we plant this thing, we can drive out the magic power in the southern part of the continent!

The Gorefiend spread his hands:

Without magic power, human mages and priests can't even think about casting spells, and facing human warriors, wouldn't orcs be afraid!

As long as it's there! Humans don't want to invade the southern part of the mainland. It will always belong to us! It will always belong to the tribe. We can rest quietly and wait for the next counterattack!

The death knight brought into the role, and he wantonly laughed at the chieftains and warlords around him:

You are all just working hard for victory, only me! Talon Gorefiend, only I am working hard for the survival of the tribe! What right do you have to laugh at me?

But that's not the reason for you to collude with Gul'dan!

Orgrim said in a cold voice: You know that Gul'dan will betray you, but you still hide this secret! You should bear at least half of the responsibility for this failure...but what you said is also reasonable, if it is really what you said It’s so miraculous, but it can make up for it.”

swish

The stone was thrown back into the hands of the Gorefiend, and the chief's voice was still cold:

Your life is temporarily saved, Bloodfiend, I want you to rush back to the south as quickly as possible, and set up this curse code! Dahl and Brooks Xiga will assist you, if you still let me down...

The Gorefiend clenched his fists and shouted in the cold voice of a death knight:

I will never let you down! I am different from Gul'dan that bastard! I am loyal to the Horde!

Burning Blade Saint Lao Dale led the Gorefiend out of the tent. Orgrim looked at the map behind him unwillingly. He was only one step away from victory, but now, the distance was as far away as an unbridgeable abyss. .

Oh... retreat!

Leave from the Alterac Mountains, we must leave before human reinforcements arrive...

Two hours later, Orgrim was riding on his war wolf. He looked back at the dilapidated city walls of Lordaeron. He gritted his teeth, and a flame of anger and unwillingness danced in his eyes:

Lordaeron, I will be back!

And at this moment, Saurfang drove the war wolf to Orgrim's side, he solemnly saluted his chief, and said softly:

It's time to go, Great Chief. Although it is cruel, at this time, we should all face our own destiny.

Saurfang, you...you have changed.

Orgrim suddenly had a strong feeling that he would lose Saurfang soon, forever.

Did something happen to you?

The great chief grabbed the warlord's wrist, and he said in a deep voice:

Tell me! My most trusted warlord, don't forget that we are going to counterattack Lordaeron together, but I feel that you seem to have given up everything. What happened to you?

If possible, I also hope to see the day when the Horde takes over the world, but...

Saurfang smiled with difficulty, there was no regret in his smile, he said softly:

There is a price for me to report back, Great Chief, I am already very satisfied that I can send you to a safe place. After everything is over, I will pay the price. I swore an oath, don't make me a coward and Oathbreaker, don't make me the kind of person that even I look down on.

It's an honor to fight with you, Great Chief! This is a supreme honor. Even after death, I will sincerely wish your tribe prosperity!

But now...it's time to go, we don't have much time left.