Part-time BOSS

Orgrim stood on the balcony of the fortress, looking at the densely packed orc soldiers below. They were all disorganized soldiers who had been withdrawn from the battlefield.

Usually the orc infantry goes on expeditions with the clan, or is organized into different legions. There are usually only two situations when the formation is lost. One is that the legion is annihilated, and the other is that the team is completely lost due to the collapse of morale.

Orcs have high morale and rarely suffer meltdowns.

So many orcs rebelled, which also confirmed how serious this fiasco was.

This is the first time since the tribe was founded that it suffered such a major defeat.

Why is this happening! Why is this happening?

Looking at the orcs below, Orgrim couldn't help but fall into deep contemplation.

This war made him feel an inexplicable uneasiness and a feeling of being shrouded in conspiracy. Every attack and every military order seemed to be predicted by the other party. Every troop he sent out, They all fall into each other's pockets just right.

Military prediction does exist. When he was still in Draenor, Orgrim had predicted the enemy's movements many times in wars. It is not impossible that there are some military geniuses among humans.

But the battle like yesterday cannot be explained by strategy. Every move you make seems to be seen by the opponent. No matter what strategy you use or what kind of surprise troops you send, the opponent can respond perfectly.

This made him deeply vigilant and fearful.

Could it be that... a suspicion suddenly arose in his mind, could it be that there are spies from the Alliance among the tribe? And it's not just an ordinary spy, it must be a spy who has access to all the military orders he issues.

But what kind of person can do this?

Herald! Orgrim suddenly thought of a possibility.

It's unbelievable, but there is no other possibility.

But how is this possible? Orgrim thought with self-doubt. He had four high-level heralds under him, who directly issued his orders to the various chiefs and warlords below. They were all carefully selected orc warriors with the highest loyalty. And in order to ensure loyalty, they all chose direct descendants from the Blackstone clan.

Most of them have followed him from birth to death in Draenor, and even fought alongside him as children.

But this is the only possibility. We must find out the truth.

"Saurfang, go and gather my heralds."

Soon four high-ranking heralds were brought in.

Orgrim paced slowly in front of the four people, his eyes scanning each other's faces one by one. When he saw each face, the past experiences of these heralds instantly appeared in his mind.

Xiong Xiong is an excellent hunter from Blackstone Wasteland. He began to participate in hunting when he was eight years old. When he was ten years old, he personally hunted an adult thunder elephant and became a warrior in the clan. He once defeated a Delaney in a battle. The Avengers protected the village.

The Imperial Glaive, an excellent hunter from Blackstone Wasteland, began to participate in hunting when he was eight years old. When he was ten years old, he personally hunted and killed a male clefthoof beast and became a warrior in the clan. He once personally defeated the ogre marauders in a battle and protected the village.

Jagged Canlang, an excellent hunter from Blackstone Wasteland, began to participate in hunting when he was eight years old. When he was ten years old, he personally hunted a two-legged flying dragon and became a warrior in the clan. He once personally defeated arakkoa raiders in a battle and protected the village.

Uruk Blackfang...huh?

He didn't know much about this orc Orgrim, except that he remembered that he was an orc warrior from Blacktooth Village, which was the village where the previous warchief, Blackhand, was born.

After becoming the new warchief, Orgrim promoted his cronies aggressively, but in order to appease Black Hand's old troops, he also retained some of his old officers, and Uruk Blacktooth was one of them.

Although both of them belonged to the same big clan, they belonged to different villages. Orgrim knew nothing about Black Teeth's past experiences.

Orgrim's eyes were firmly fixed on Uruk Black Teeth.

But he didn't make any hasty decisions.

"Some of you have betrayed the tribe. Every action I took in yesterday's war was predicted by humans. The only explanation is that someone leaked the information.

Tell me, my loyal warriors, have any of you seen anything unusual happen among you? "

The four heralds looked at me, and I looked at you, with big eyes and small eyes.

The true character of the bear suddenly stood up.

"Great Chief, when you said that, I remembered it. When I was delivering the order yesterday, I saw Uruk Black Teeth running to the top of the mountain alone and releasing a white dove."

Imperial Warblade (Tribal Herald): "Yes, yes, I saw it too. He also tied something to the pigeon."

Jagged Canlang (tribal herald): "Great Chief, I seem to have seen it too."

Sure enough! Orgrim's eyes suddenly showed a hint of murderous intent.

He even figured out the cause and effect in an instant. It must be because he took away the position of chief, which made Black Hand's former subordinates feel dissatisfied.

They actually conspired to collude with the Alliance to betray the tribe, which is intolerable!

Uruk looked at his companions in surprise, his face flushed.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't know anything about it! I don't know what kind of pigeon it is!"

"We orcs must be brave and stop making excuses. Uruk, you know what you did."

"That's right, you usually run around quietly by yourself. I'm still wondering why you never act with us. It turns out you are a traitor."

"It turns out you are a traitor, Uruk. Fortunately, we still treat you as a brother."

“Warchief—I didn’t!”

"Enough!" Orgrim yelled. On one side were his old subordinates who had followed him since the village, and on the other side were the suspicious elements left behind by the previous chief. So what else could he say?

"Drag him down and chop him down. The traitor to the tribe must die!"

Seeing Uruk Blackfang being dragged down, Orgrim took a deep breath and nodded to the three remaining heralds, "You have done a good job. You are worthy of being the warriors who came out of the Blackstone Plains." , keep working hard, the tribe will definitely conquer this world.

You will see that day with your own eyes. "

The three of them immediately left, patting their chests.

Wait until you get out of the fort.

The Imperial Glaive looked frightened, "I said, isn't it good for us to trick the warchief like this? So many brothers died yesterday..."

"Damn it, you've already got the money, why are you talking about this now? We spent a lot of money to establish the background of our fellow chief, isn't it just for this day?"

"What I'm saying is that with more than one million, you can buy a house."

These three people have been planning for a long time. When the account was first established, the tribe was still a monster force. The three of them joined the orc clan in the Blackstone Plains early and worked hard to get into a village with Orgrim. By cultivating reputation and favorability, he finally became a direct descendant of Orgrim and gained the key position of tribal herald.

Those wealthy local tycoons all focused on high-ranking officials and dignitaries such as the chief and the governor, spent a lot of money, and played with heroes.

The three of them took a different approach and built elite templates. After all, only elite templates could serve as Orgrim's subordinates without fear of being sent out to lead troops.

Yesterday, it was indeed sold at a good price. I got back all my previous investment with interest and made a huge profit.

Speaking of which, Godwin was really generous. The three of them gave him a full five million to sell information. No wonder he became the king.

I just feel a little ashamed of my trust in the chief.

But don’t be afraid. In the worst case, when the tribe is defeated in the future, you can just die in battle with the chief.

Watching the herald leave, Orgrim still frowned. He had a very keen war intuition. At this moment, he had a feeling that the crisis had not been resolved, and an invisible shadow still shrouded the tribe.

Even though the Horde still has a large number of troops, enough to continue fighting with the Alliance, for the next war, Orgrim has no chance of winning in the past.

Where there is one traitor there will be a second.

Moreover, the tribe is not stable internally. Yesterday, several clans retreated inexplicably.

"Saurfang, do you think the Horde can still win this war?"

Saurfang was silent for a moment and said in a low voice: "The orcs will not accept failure."

Orgrim sighed, "Yes, the orcs cannot accept a failed warchief. War has been engraved in the souls of the orcs. Either conquer or fail, there is no doubt."

The guard outside the door sent news.

"Warchief, Master Ner'zhul is here."

Orgrim snorted coldly. The Shadowmoon Clan's shaman army performed very poorly yesterday. It's time to question them.

"Let him in."

I don't know if it was because of the defeat, but Ner'zhul looked particularly gloomy.

He was wearing a hood, covering the monitor's face. Under the dark hood, his eyes showed a strange luster.

Behind Ner'zhul, there was also an unusually tall orc. Orgrim himself was very tall, but the orc was a head taller than him, and his cloaked body looked unusually heavy.

Ner'zhul (Chief of Shadowmoon): "Warchief, I think you have felt it, right? The shadow of failure is hanging over the tribe. Failure is inevitable. The enemy has more powerful power. Holy light, magic, The giant dragon...that is not something that the flesh and blood of the orcs can fight against.

Only by seeking more extraordinary power can we save the tribe and conquer the world.

I bring you good news, a gift, a new power, a being more extraordinary than the gods of this world. In the depths of the dark abyss, I found the greatness that can completely change everything. life……"

Ner'zhul God's nagging words made Orgrim a little irritable.

Before he could get angry, Ner'zhul reached out and removed the cloak from the orc behind him, "Look, this is what I transformed with this power!

The orc in front of him was a head taller than the average orc, with muscles all over his body that were almost deformed. His back looked a bit hunched, and one of his arms became extremely huge. On his shoulder, a huge eyeball grew. Blinking, it looked very strange, and the huge palm became convex and sharp, almost becoming the claws of a monster.

The other hand turned into a vestigial tentacle.

I have to admit that although the orc in front of me looks disgusting, it has an amazing momentum.

If Orgrim could see the attributes of the combined arms, he would be surprised to find that the original three-level infantry has become level four, with a bunch of additional arm specialties.

[Abyss Orc Warrior: Level 48 Infantry, HP 980.

Characteristics of the unit: fast self-healing, resistant to magic, super strong, immune to curses...

Introduction to the arms: The orc warriors were corrupted and transformed by the power of the abyss. After being transformed by the curse of flesh and blood, their bodies were extremely powerful and difficult to kill. However, they also became very blind and mentally retarded.

The whispers of the abyss echoing in his mind make him difficult to control, and when facing the Faceless Men, he will automatically transform into the opponent's servant unit. 】