Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

The orcs have not dispersed since their last rendezvous.

They once again formed a powerful force and ran vigorously towards Arathi, rescuing countless shelters on the way.

The human world has temporarily fallen into a tense and embarrassing situation.

This time the orcs did not pose much of a threat to the surrounding people and land, leaving many rulers confused about their purpose.

But necessary fighting is still needed.

A huge human team quickly blocked the orcs in the Arathi Highlands.

Kael'thas didn't know how Grom escaped from the human pursuers last time, but now it seemed that a big battle was inevitable.

He and Jaina witnessed the battle from the side.

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This day of fighting.

Orgrim and Thrall rode wolves, side by side in front of all the orcs.

Behind them were several powerful orcs, Grom and King Saurfang.

"There is no escaping this fight, Thrall."

Orgrim held his huge black ax in his hand and asked Thrall beside him:

"Do you still want to show mercy to these humans?"

He liked this young orc very much, not only because Thrall used his magic to save the weak people, but also because Thrall was the child of Orgrim's best friend.

Orgrim and Thrall's father were good friends who grew up together.

He originally thought he would never see his friend's child again, but unexpectedly, a group of wolves brought him hope.

After Thrall inherited the shamanic ways.Drek'Thar, the old shaman of the Frostwolf Clan, sent his Frostwolves and invited Orgrim, who had escaped from prison and was living abroad, to the Frostwolf Clan.

Young Thrall used his fists to make the old chief Orgrim admit his power.

Together they plan to save their people.And they have been successful.What is even more surprising is that in the battles to liberate the concentration camps.Thrall's powerful spells and excellent command ability shined brightly like lights in the dark, almost overshadowing Orgrim.

Orgrim had to admit that he was getting old.

During the battle at the Asylum of Lordamere, as he looked into the darkness shouting 'You are free! 'Thal, Orgrim felt that the long-awaited blood in his body was boiling again. He clearly realized that a morning star belonging to the orcs and the new era was rising.

【This is the person who can replace you! 】

A voice shouted in Orgrim's heart.

He then remembered the prophecy of the weapon in his hand - the Doomhammer.

"The last person to get the Doomhammer will lead the orcs to prosperity and then destruction. Then the Doomhammer will be passed to someone who is not a member of the Blackrock clan, and this person will lead the orcs to prosperity."

Orgrim was the last one. He led the orcs to the prosperity of the war, but immediately went to destruction.

The first half came true.What about the second half?

Orgrim thought for a long time before finally making up his mind - he would give up the position of warchief to Thrall.

But before that, he still needed to make sure of one thing.

Thrall was too gentle towards humans, and Orgrim wanted to know whether Thrall really didn't want to cause a bigger dispute, or whether he was simply timid towards humans.

"No, I will not show mercy to these humans."

Next, young Thrall silenced Orgrim's last worries with words.

"I don't want to use violence against the world, but I will not let go of the enemies on the battlefield."

Thrall looked at the human camp opposite and said:

"On the battlefield, there is no mercy or mercy."

He turned his energetic gaze to Doomhammer and raised his head slightly:

"Power and Glory!"

"Isn't this what you taught me?"

As the months passed, the young orc became even more sharp-edged.

Orgrim burst into laughter.

"Haha, well said. Power and glory!"

He smiled like this and took the lead in launching the attack.

After the war broke out throughout the highland grassland, the bravery of the orcs exceeded the endurance of humans.Several human kingdoms thought that the curse had weakened the orcs, and there had been no big battles before, so the number of people they sent was not enough.

Orgrim was thinking a lot, and he slowly left the orc army during the battle.

Dozens of human paladins surrounded him and launched a charge. Orgrim's soldiers wandered past these people, killing several poor guys in a moment.

Some orcs spotted him.

"Orgrim! Orgrim!!"

These orcs shouted his name and fought bravely, honoring him.

Yet on the other side.There were also people shouting Thrall's name, cheering for the young savior.

【Times have changed...】

Orgrim thought this with both happiness and sadness.

He realized that he, an old guy, could no longer bring any glory to the tribe. As time went by, his glory would gradually be overshadowed by Thrall, and then he would die in darkness.

That's not the way a hero should die.

Orgrim loves this tribe, and he can't do anything to Thrall who can bring new life to this tribe.

【I must leave. 】

Thinking of this in his mind, his whole body trembled with excitement and blood.

On the chaotic battlefield, Orgrim killed hundreds of human soldiers alone. His physical strength after being tortured in prison for several years could no longer hold on.

The time is coming...

Orgrim looked at the orcs running in the distance. When he defeated another enemy who came to attack, he deliberately left the space on his back for a paladin. The paladin stabbed him with a long sword in ecstasy. hit his chest.

Heartbreaking pain...

【Did you make it? 】

Orgrim roared angrily and cut the paladin behind him in half, then tilted his body... and fell to the ground.

"Chief!"

Grim and Thrall roared and ran over.

Orgrim was helped up.He opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at Thrall, the hope of the orcs.

"It seems I can't inherit it anymore."

He smiled.Blood flowed from the mouth, and the voice sounded hoarse and painful:

"Sal...I need your help."

The young shaman was held tightly by Orgrim's hand on his shoulders.

"You are now the Warchief...the son of Durotan. You will wear my armor, pick up my hammer...and fight for the Horde."

The black hammer was given to Thrall by Orgrim.

Sal took it with some confusion.

"Don't...use that expression."

Orgrim's face was distorted by pain, but he still forced himself to smile bitterly:

"Sal... you can do it... this is something only you can do..."

He said this, and then asked Grom to change his position, with his back facing Thrall.

"Help me pull out the sword..."

Orgrim requested:

"It will make me die quickly, so that I will not die by an unknown person, but by your hands..."

"Thal...this is the most glorious way to die..."

This may be Thrall's final test.

For the orcs.Death is not a big deal, it is the cause of death that is important.

If Thrall had drawn the sword, Orgrim would have become a great legend - he used his own initiative to die to make Thrall the warchief.

Orgrim felt happy about such a death, and he personally drew a perfect ending for himself.

Humanity suddenly withdrew its troops.More and more orcs gathered around, quietly watching what was happening.

They didn't speak, just looked at Thrall with sad and expectant eyes.

After gritting his teeth, Thrall still tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword.

"I will bring glory back to the orcs."

He promised like this, and then pulled out the sword with force.

Orgrim's pupils shrank suddenly.

"..Ha ha..."

He chuckled and closed his eyes. At least he was happier than Lothar's death.

From this moment on, Thrall became the new leader of the orcs.

This night, the young shaman stood in front of all the orcs wearing old armor and holding the Doomhammer.

Under the gaze of countless eyes and illuminated by dense torches, he gave his first command.

-

"Go to the New World and build a country?"

Inside the human command post.Jaina opened her mouth wide:

"Does that mean Kalimdor?"

"I think it should be."

She was answered by an older voice. This was the paladin Uther - also the leader of this human army.

"But this orc chief is really a little different from the original one."

Uther held the information in his hand, then smiled at Kael'thas:

"I think your suggestion may be right, Your Highness."

During the previous battle, Kael'thas paid a surprise visit to the command post and advised Uther to retreat.

Although Uther didn't understand why, he also realized that the orcs could not be defeated by the team in hand. In order to preserve his strength, he ordered a retreat.

Now it seems that Kael'thas' meaning may not only be because of the battle situation.

The first order given by the new orc chief was to stay away from this continent, which surprised Uther.

"There's trouble this time. His words will make it harder for the kings to make decisions."

He said with a wry smile.

"Indeed, it seems that the orcs will not pose a threat to this continent..."

Kael'thas nodded, then pondered:

"But the orcs have to continue rescuing their companions before leaving, and there's no guarantee that something unexpected will happen."

This was his biggest headache.

If the actions of the orcs exceed the bottom line of humans, there will certainly be no shortage of new battles.

At this time, Kael'thas decided to believe in Thrall.

Moreover, the powerful guys from the orc tribe (Saurfang, Grom, etc.) are all here. The human kings should not be willing to make too many sacrifices, but would be happy to see them leave...

"At least my father won't let them go."

Jaina seemed to have read Kael'thas's thoughts and said something cold. RQ