Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

The brown-skinned orc fighting Blackhand is his deputy, Orgrim Doomhammer!

Orgrim was seen holding his ancestral hammer and launching a violent attack on his old boss Blackhand. Every time the Doomhammer hit Blackhand's Destroyer Hammer, Blackhand was unable to resist!

Not long after the battle began, Blackhand fell into a disadvantage. At this point, Blackhand was already an orc who was about to enter old age. He had been fighting on the battlefield for more than 20 years, from fighting the Gronn and the ogres in his early years to launching large and small wars against the Draenei in the past decade. Although he was at an epic level, his body had passed its peak and began to decline.

As the lieutenant of the Blackrock Clan, Orgrim was only about 30 years old, which was the time when an orc was young and strong. Moreover, the weapon Doomhammer also suppressed Blackhand's warhammer, allowing Orgrim to firmly suppress the old Blackhand.

"Wake up, my uncle Blackhand, and stop being stubborn. Gul'dan just wants to use our people and has never thought about the future of the orcs!"

Ever since Orgrim found Durotan's battle axe in Gul'dan's tent, he realized that his good friend and his wife had been killed!

But Orgrim knew that the time was not yet ripe, so he endured silently and secretly cleansed his own guards!

It was not until after breaking through the human defenses that his confidants discovered that Gul'dan was inexplicably coma and showed no signs of waking up. Orgrim realized that the opportunity he had been waiting for had come.

He launched the orcs' sacred duel ritual directly against Warchief Blackhand, intending to seize control of the tribe, end Gul'dan's dark rule, and lead the orcish tribe in the right direction again!

At this moment, Orgrim was only one Blackhand's head away from success!

"Little brat! Don't forget who adopted you when your father died in battle! Who taught you martial arts! And who promoted you to a higher position in the end?"

The penetrating wound under Black Hand's right chest was torn again, and blood was constantly gushing out!

This happened during the battle for Stonehenge with Stormwind. Blackhand led the charge, but was eventually stabbed in the ribs by Bolvar, the human commander at the time, in a desperate fight.

Blackhand was certainly struck by the sword, but Bolvar was even worse off. He was hit by Blackhand's Destroyer Hammer, and his chest was sunken. The guards paid the price of dozens of lives and risked their lives to bring Bolvar back to Goldshire!

However, compared to Bolvar who was treated by a priest, Blackhand was much more unlucky. The Orcish Horde abandoned the shaman profession and switched to warlocks. There was a lack of effective treatment for Blackhand's injuries, and Gul'dan was not able to help. He had no choice but to use the traditional herbal medicine of the tribe to treat his wounds.

In Orgrim's violent offensive, Blackhand's wound burst open again. Even with a body strengthened by fel energy, he could not heal the wound in just a few days!

"I thank you for your kindness, my uncle Blackhand, but you taught me what is the glory of the orcs. We fight for honor, not swing the butcher knife at our compatriots! Frostwolf clan and Whitefoot clan, what did they do wrong?"

"Blackhand used to be a hero loved by the people, a hero who led us to defeat the ogres. He is not the puppet of Gul'dan who has abandoned his honor, betrayed his faith, and assassinated his compatriots in secret!"

Orgrim's heart was filled with sadness. The great chieftain, whom he once regarded as a father, had betrayed the orcs' faith and was no longer worthy of his love!

"Give me a decent end and continue our duel!"

"as you wish!"

Within just a few words, the ground beneath Blackhand's feet had been stained red with blood. After taking two deep breaths, he once again raised the Destroyer Hammer and launched an attack on Orgrim!

In order to give Blackhand a decent end, Orgrim and Blackhand stopped dodging and started to fight head-on, hammering each other!

The surrounding orc warriors let out deafening shouts, and the atmosphere became even more heated.

Finally, after a fight, Blackhand lost too much blood and his hammer fell out of his hand, and he fell under Orgrim's attack.

"Uh... ahem, Orgrim, you win. The future of the orcs and the future of Blackrock are all in your hands!"

Blackhand grasped Orgrim's arm tightly as if he had a last breath, said the last words with difficulty, and then fell to the ground and died!

"Roar!"

Orgrim roared and closed his eyes in sorrow, while all around him were the cheers of the orc warriors.

"Great Chief! Great Chief!"

"Long live Orgrim!"

Ignoring the warriors' calls, he asked his guards to pack up the body of Chieftain Blackhand and bury him according to the orc tradition, and then entered the chieftain's tent next door.

Looking at the remains of Blackhand in the tent, Orgrim fell into nostalgia. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The elements attached to the Hammer of Doom in his hand also went into a state of frenzy!

"Gul'dan!"

Bang!

The Hammer of Doom swung, smashing the large wooden table from years ago!

"I will make you wish you were dead but unable to live!"

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The intelligence about Stormwind had just been placed on Garin's desk, and he was forming a fleet. The transport ships in the dock were the cheapest, so Garin directly built a thousand of them.

This transport ship is about 40 meters long and 7 meters wide, with a load capacity of about 300 tons. The deck is divided into three layers: upper, middle and lower. If you squeeze in, it is often no problem to cram 300 people inside!

The Scarlet Flame Legion, led by Amor, has now headed for Stormwind City. This fleet is carrying food supplies, but Garin did not immediately pile up the food in the cabin. Instead, in addition to the crew, each ship has eighty soldiers on board, and their backpacks are full of food!

It is worth mentioning that Garen also dispatched 200 battleships to escort. It has to be said that Stromgarde could not mobilize such a fleet of 1,200 ships. Even Stormwind City might have to gather the whole country's strength.

I'm afraid only Kul Tiras can easily pull out a fleet of this size, of course, some hidden troll kingdom can also do it.

The fleet will be led by Aragorn, and the first stop will be the northwest corner of the Dun Morogh Mountains, where they will meet up with Drake of Kul Tiras. Galen's father, Thoras, has already convinced Drake's father, King Daelin, that he will let Drake lead a fleet of ten battleships and twenty transport ships to Stormwind.

Garen's main purpose was to evacuate the civilians of Stormwind City and some holy relics of Stormwind Cathedral in advance.

Because when he saw the information that the leader of the tribe had become Orgrim, he already felt:

Stormwind City has entered the countdown to its fall!