Crossing Azeroth, starting with the Heroes of Might and Magic system

In the deep and ancient underground palace of Uldaman, the embers of battle have not yet completely extinguished, and the air is filled with thick smoke and the smell of blood.

Orgrim, Rend Blackhand, and General Angfer, three brave orc generals and Dark Iron dwarf generals, are now leading a tired and wounded team through intricate tunnels and maze-like rooms, trying to escape from the cage that was once their land of hope.

Their armor was tattered in the battle, and some warriors could only wrap their wounds with cloth and continue to move forward.

Orgrim walked in the front, his resolute face was full of traces of time and the glory of battle, but at this moment, he was more contemplating failure and planning for the future. Although the hammer in his hand was heavy, his steps were extremely firm, as if every step was stepping on the drumbeat of fate.

Although the defeated soldiers behind him were exhausted, they still maintained a certain order under the leadership of Orgrim, and tried to reduce the noise as much as possible to avoid alerting the enemies hiding in the dark. The torches in the tunnel flickered, stretching their shadows long, as if they were fighting a silent battle with unknown creatures in the darkness.

As they gradually approached the exit, the guards of Uldaman seemed to notice something unusual and began to rush in from all directions, trying to stop them from escaping.

Orgrim was not afraid. He swung his hammer with a thunderous force, and defeated the enemies in front of him one by one. His fighting skills and courage inspired the warriors behind him, and they also began to fight hard to fight for a chance to escape.

Finally, after a series of arduous battles, Orgrim and his party arrived at the exit of Uldaman. A faint beam of light shone down from above, as if it was the long-lost light of hope in their hearts. They climbed up desperately and finally escaped from this underground palace full of danger and despair.

When they stood outside Uldaman and looked at the familiar sky and land, everyone's heart was filled with complex emotions. There was a desire for victory, a vision for the future, and a remembrance and mourning for the lost comrades. But no matter what, Orgrim firmly believed that as long as the warriors of the tribe united as one, nothing could stop them from moving forward.

When the orcs and Dark Iron dwarves were defeated in Uldaman, they hurriedly fled to Blackrock Mountain with their remaining troops.

Fortunately, the dwarves of the Oda tribe and the giant guardian Ironnaya did not chase after them.

This made Orgrim and Rend Blackhand breathe a sigh of relief.

After two days of long journey, the tired orcs and Dark Iron dwarfs returned to Blackrock Mountain.

In the gloomy and solemn meeting hall, Orgrim, Chieftain Blackhand and Emperor Thaurissan sat around a huge stone table, their faces full of contemplation and unwillingness about the failure of the Battle of Uldaman. In the meeting hall, the flames of the torches flickered slightly, reflecting their solemn and resolute faces.

Orgrim was the first to break the silence. His voice was steady and powerful. "We must face up to this failure and learn lessons from it. I think the first thing is that we didn't know enough about Uldaman's defense system. The complex mechanisms and powerful guards far exceeded our expectations."

Chieftain Blackhand nodded, a trace of regret flashing in his eyes. "That's right, Orgrim. We underestimated the enemy and were not fully prepared, which led to many disadvantages in the battle. In addition, our soldiers were not good at coordinating operations and lacked sufficient tacit understanding and coordination."

Emperor Thaurissan took over the topic, his voice deep and magnetic: "I also noticed that there are loopholes in our intelligence work. If we can grasp the internal layout and guard distribution of Uldaman in advance, perhaps we can formulate more precise tactics and avoid unnecessary losses. This is not only a problem for the tribe, but also something we Dark Iron dwarves need to reflect on."

Orgrim added: "The importance of intelligence is self-evident. It is directly related to the outcome of a battle. We need to strengthen our intelligence collection and analysis capabilities to ensure that we can seize the initiative in future battles."

Chieftain Blackhand agreed: "Yes, we must draw strength from this failure and become more united. The cooperation between the Horde and the Dark Iron Dwarves also needs to be further strengthened. Only by facing challenges together can we overcome difficulties."

Emperor Thaurissan nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with determination: "I agree with Chieftain Blackhand's point of view. We must not only strengthen our intelligence work, but also improve the combat effectiveness and coordinated combat capabilities of our soldiers. Only in this way can we be invincible when facing more powerful enemies in the future."

Under the determined gazes of the three, the atmosphere in the conference hall gradually became warm and inspiring. They knew that failure was not terrible, but the loss of courage and determination to move forward was terrible. This meeting was not only a summary of the failure of the Battle of Uldaman, but also a preparation and planning for future battles.

Finally, the three reached a consensus and decided to work together to strengthen the cooperation between the tribe and the Dark Iron Dwarves, improve the overall combat effectiveness, and make full preparations for future battles. Under their leadership, the tribe and the Dark Iron Dwarves will surely usher in a more glorious tomorrow.

After coming out of the Emperor's Throne Hall in Blackrock Depths, the Blackrock Warchief found the orc high-ranking officials and continued the meeting.

In a room in the gloomy and solemn Darkfurnace City, Chieftain Blackhand sat on a seat carved from black rock. His eyes were deep and firm, as if he could penetrate the layers of fog and see the distant future.

Around them, the orc leaders and ogres stood on both sides, their faces filled with anticipation for the unknown world and desire for challenges.

Chieftain Blackhand spoke slowly, his voice echoing in the empty hall with unquestionable majesty: "Everyone, our orc tribe has gone through many hardships and has come all the way from Draenor. We have experienced countless battles and sacrifices. Now, we stand at Blackrock Mountain, but our journey is not over yet."

He paused, his eyes swept over every orc leader present, and continued, "We must look forward and find new lands and new resources to support the prosperity and development of our orcs. After careful consideration, I decided to send troops to explore the northern part of the continent, where there are vast plains, rich minerals, and unconquered territories. After all, it is not appropriate to live in the territory of the Dark Iron Dwarves all the time."