Part-time BOSS

Chapter 364 Ganis Marr

The person who spoke was none other than Prince Lawrence.

Godwin (King of Lordaeron): "Prince Lawrence, why are you so sure?"

Lawrence (Prince of Lordaeron): "Isn't it obvious? The Horde has lost their biggest trump card. They are attacking but unable to win quickly, and retreating but are unwilling to do so. Their logistical supplies can only be supplemented by the Dun Morogh Tunnel. , if you continue to consume in vain, you will inevitably sink deeper and deeper.

If Orgrim is a decisive person, he will definitely choose to retreat as soon as possible, shorten the supply line and continue to fight a war of attrition with us, instead of wasting his troops in this muddy wilderness with no strategic value. "

Although this Lawrence's character was not very good, he was very clear-headed in his analysis of the battle situation.

Everyone whispered for a while, but there weren't many objections.

Uther (Lord Paladin): "It is indeed impossible for the Horde to defeat us. The results of the Knights of the Silver Hand have proven that those brutal and brutal orcs are no match for the noble knights."

Mograine (High Lord): "You're right. As long as we fight steadily, we will be able to defeat those orcs. If I were the chief of the orcs, I might really have to consider escaping, hahahaha."

This remark was met with laughter.

Today's successful raid undoubtedly brought a huge morale boost to the stalemate battlefield.

Blackbeard (Brigadier General of Kul Tiras): "Let me tell you, why don't we launch a surprise attack on the enemy's retreat tomorrow? If we can cut off the enemy's retreat, we can keep all these hundreds of thousands of orcs in the wetlands."

"No, the enemy still has hundreds of thousands of troops in the Wrath Fang Plains. It's not that easy to cut off the retreat."

"It is better to mobilize the cavalry to monitor the enemy and launch a pursuit if the enemy retreats."

"I think it's better not to be too happy. The enemy may not retreat yet. Those orcs have stone heads. They won't retreat easily without a bloody blow."

Listening to everyone's discussion, Godwin quickly made a decision.

"Whether the tribe is attacking or retreating, we must be ready for battle tomorrow. Pass my order and all units will enter the frontline positions. Tomorrow morning we will launch a full-line attack. Everyone, it is time to drive these beasts out of our land."

"You're right!"

"Without the Fire Demon King, we will definitely beat those orcs into pig heads."

At the same time - the tribal military camp:

"Warchief, we must retreat!"

"Yes, Great Chief, without the Fire Demon King, we are no match for the alliance."

"Remove, Chief, and leave the green hills without worrying about having no firewood."

In the big tent, the little chiefs attending the meeting put forward proposals to withdraw their troops.

These little chiefs have figured it out. The level gap between Alliance and Horde heroes is really big, and these NPCs alone are not enough.

It's better to withdraw the troops first, go back and practice more to improve your rank, and wait for a few months and a half to wait for the strength to improve before starting the war.

Otherwise, if we continue to fight, it is still uncertain whether the tribe will lose. These chiefs and governors who lead the troops will all end up in the end.

"Enough!" Orgrim suddenly roared, staring at the orcs in front of him with wide eyes, "Look at you, so weak and timid, are you still the warriors of the tribe? We came to this world In order to conquer this continent, I just encountered a little setback and the prototype of you was revealed. It really disappointed me.

No, we will never retreat. The drums of the orcs will beat again, and the banners of the Horde will crush those who dare to stand in our way.

Today's defeat is only temporary. Yes, we lost the opportunity to summon the Fire Lord to join the battle, but the Fire Lord's self-destruction also killed a large number of alliance elites. Now the alliance is at its weakest.

Tomorrow, I will personally lead the tribe's army to sweep away those enemies who dare to be enemies with the tribe!

I shouldn't have left you useless trash, but I'm still willing to give you a chance to fight to the end for the tribe, or let me give you a happy death now! "

The hall was extremely quiet for one moment, and then the next.

"Great Chief, don't say anything anymore. You will never frown in spite of the wind or fire."

"Well said, Chief, I have long disliked these losers. I will take the lead in the charge tomorrow!"

"Great Chief, just look at me. Our Iron-Blooded Clan was born to fight."

"Lokta Oga!"

"For the tribe!"

Encouraged by Orgrim, the chiefs and governors suddenly became excited again.

Orgrim looked at this group of orcs who were performing hard with a gloomy expression, but he felt a little unsure in his heart.

These guys were really frustrating him.

When the meeting ended, the tribal leaders left one after another.

"Saurfang." He called his only trusted lieutenant over.

"Do you really want to fight to the death with the Alliance? Although those trash are useless, there is one thing they are right about. We do not have an advantage now."

Orgrim nodded, "I know, and the Alliance also knows this. Because of this, we cannot retreat tomorrow. We must gain an advantage before we can find an opportunity to retreat. Otherwise, the Alliance's knights will inevitably be haunted." Follow us scattered.

With half a million orcs, it is not easy to withdraw Dun Morogh. "

At this he whispered.

"Tomorrow you go to Wrath Fang Plains in person to gather an army. Any chiefs or governors who dare to retreat privately from the front line will be killed. It's time. It's time to clean up these damn wastes."

Grogo Evil Eye walked among the people leaving the tent. Their Warlock Legion performed well in this morning's battle, so they gained some trust from the warchief and gave them a quota of 10,000 orc recruits.

However, Grogo Evil Eye was not very optimistic about Orgrim's continued war.

"It's crazy. Orgrim has no idea what he's doing."

Grogo Evil Eye walked out of the camp and muttered to himself.

The true strength of the tribe remains, but victory in this world depends not on brute force, but on true strength, Pava.

The reason why the Horde was so fierce before, sweeping away all the demons and demons in Draenor, was because of the demon blood provided by Gul'dan.

The orcs who drank the demon's blood were as if they were cheating, but since Gul'dan left, the demon's blood has stopped. Now the power of the demon's blood has gradually declined from the orcs' bodies, and the orcs no longer have the original strength. Furious and bloodthirsty.

Although he can still fight, he is just a large human infantryman.

The power of the Fire Demon summoned by Ner'zhul temporarily provided a new source of power. However, the power of the Fire Demon can only be used by shamans. For ordinary orcs, they can only enjoy weapon enchantment at most, which has nothing to do with Demon Blood. Comparable.

Ner'zhul wants to summon the Firelord to come to this world in order to reverse this situation.

Now, even the power of the Balrog can no longer be counted on. If new motivation for war cannot be found, the war machine of the tribe will only gradually decline.

But isn't this critical moment our opportunity?

Grogo Evileye's eyes sparkled with ambition.

The Horde is just the vanguard of the Burning Legion to conquer the world, and it is bound to be impossible to succeed. Instead of wasting energy on the Horde, it is better to contact the Burning Legion early and be the leader.

With these 10,000 recruits, wouldn't it be enough to casually take out hundreds of orc souls as sacrifices and summon a big demon to guide the work?

Thinking of this, Grogo Evil Eye hurriedly sent invitations to several other high-level orc warlocks.

Half an hour later, a group of orc warlocks gathered in a dark underground cave.

The eerie green fire illuminated the small cave, and five orc warlocks gathered in a circle. The people present were the last five high-level warlocks of the Shadow Council.

In fact, there are two more who were promoted temporarily when Gul'dan left.

Ulu Crazy Demon (high-level warlock): "Isn't Nekros here?"

Grogo Evil Eye (high-level warlock): "I didn't invite him. That guy has never been with us."

Boldoc Deathskull (high-level warlock): "You're right, Nekros is addicted to the power of the dragon and is not willing to serve our great demon master devoutly."

Grogo Evil Eye (high-level warlock): "Everyone, don't waste any more time. The tribe has fallen into a disadvantage. If it continues like this, it will fail sooner or later. It's time to fight for a share of power and status for us.

Do you still remember how prominent our identity was in the past? The entire tribe was in our hands. The Shadow Council controlled everything. Even the Black Hand had to follow our rules.

But since Orgrim came to power and Gul'dan left, our status has gone from bad to worse, and I don't want to be buried with the Horde. "

Cypros (high-level warlock): "You're right. The victory or defeat of the tribe is irrelevant to us. Only our strength and status are the most important. What are your plans, Grogo?"

Grogo Evil Eye (High Warlock): "We are going to summon a special demon, not for fighting, but to gain contact with the Burning Legion. Everyone, I recently felt an unusual demon when I was studying summoning spells. The devil is active in this world and may be able to help us."

"But I can't complete the ritual alone. You must assist me."

"What are you waiting for."

Several high-level warlocks each took out the soul stones they had painstakingly accumulated during this period from their bags. Since Gul'dan ran away, the warlocks can no longer draw souls from the injured and living people as unscrupulously as before. It took these two days of fighting to save a batch of soul stones.

"That's enough, then let's start the ritual, I've prepared the spell."

Five orc warlocks gathered in a circle and began the summoning ceremony.

"An evil existence from the twisted void."

"A cunning mind, a cruel devil, a devil who is good at playing with the souls of mortals."

"I summon you in the name of the orc, I sacrifice my soul fragments to you, and I am waiting for you with a devout heart."

"In the name of our warlock's contract with the Burning Legion."

"Come, the great Dreadlord!"

The green evil fire wandered on the ground, drawing the devil's runes, one after another, and finally, the magic circle was completed.

A group of black smoke gathered in the magic circle and swirled. The black smoke turned into a pair of huge wings, which slowly expanded, revealing the demon body under the wings.

Success! Grogo Evil Eye felt excited.

In fact, he was not completely sure. He had never summoned the Dread Lord before. Relying entirely on his understanding of the Dread Lord and his study of the rules for summoning demons, DLY's summoning spell was unexpectedly successful.

The demon in front of them surprised several orc warlocks. They had never seen this kind of demon before. It had huge bat-like wings and an insidious and cunning face. The powerful evil energy on its body made people subconsciously afraid. .

The demon in front of him looked at the five orc warlocks curiously.

The name on its head made Grogo Evil Eye excited.

Mal'Ganis (Dread Lord), level 3 world-class BOSS, level 90, HP: 145,000.

Mal'Ganis (Dreadlord): "Look who summoned me here, a bunch of stupid orc warlocks, it's really interesting that you actually know about the existence of our Dreadlord. Who told you this? Gul'dan? Hmph. Hum troops, your master has..."

Grogo Evil Eye (High Warlock): "Ah, great demon, our master Gul'dan is missing. He..."

Mal'Ganis (Dread Lord): "Gul'dan has been captured by our great master. This foolish traitor tried to get his hands on power that did not belong to him, so he ended up with his soul stripped away."

The Dread Lord said, looking at the several orc warlocks with warning eyes. Summoning the Dread Lord was, strictly speaking, taking advantage of power that did not belong to them.

"Ah, great demon, we summoned you solely for the great cause of the legion. The stupid Orgrim has gone crazy. He cannot defeat the alliance. Without the power of demon blood, the defeat of the tribe is only a matter of time. We don't want to let him down. Legion’s trust, so I specially summon you to come here to guide us and tell us what to do.”

"Humph, the Legion has never taken you useless orcs seriously. Even if you fail, it will not have the slightest impact on the Legion's plan."

In fact, the Dread Lord really doesn't care much about the orcs.

There are also factions within the Burning Legion. The two most powerful factions are Archimonde the Defiler and his subordinates are mainly the Abyss Demons. It was they who led the invasion of the orcs. The demon blood the orcs drink is the abyss. Provided by the Demon King.

The other faction is Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, whose main subordinates are the Dreadlords. They are not that concerned about the orcs. Their main plan in history is to create the Scourge.

But in the final analysis, everyone is serving the legion. It would be hard not to help if you really ask for help.

"Hmph, I shouldn't have helped you losers, but we, the Dread Lords, are naturally a benevolent race. I happen to be free recently, so let me help you."

As he spoke, the light on his body flickered, and he turned into a green-skinned orc.

The name on his head also changed to - Ganis Marr (orc warlock).

Grogo Evil Eye reminded: "Orgrim is very wary of demons, and he will not let the tribe fall into the hands of demons under any circumstances."

Garnith Marr (Orc Warlock): "Oh, really? Hum, that's because he still has hope, and soon he will fall into despair. By that time, the Burning Legion will be his only choice, and by that time In time, you will also become the most powerful person in the tribe.

After hearing this, several orc warlocks laughed proudly.