Part-time BOSS

Boom boom boom!

The dull sound of explosions came in from the window of the palace, and the thick walls of Stormwind Fortress still could not isolate the violent explosions.

From morning to night the sound grew closer.

In the King's Hall, Orgrim glanced at the sunset projected through the window with a thoughtful look on his face.

It seems that the alliance has no intention of stopping the siege. They really can't wait to take back the city.

Orgrim snorted coldly and picked up the sword beside him.

This is the sword left by King Ryan - the Sword of the Lion-Hearted King. Without the Doomhammer, he can only make do with this.

The afterglow of the setting sun slowly climbed higher, and finally shone on his face. The warmth brought back some of his old memories, and Orgrim couldn't help but fall into memories.

That was the first time he met Durotan when he was in Draenor, and they hunted wild beasts together at the hunting conference in Nagrand. Their luck was terrible that day, and they didn't find any decent prey until the evening. The sunset that day was also so warm.

He still remembered the warmth of the setting sun on his face, he still remembered Durotan's familiar face, and the forgotten conversations also emerged one by one at this time.

"Look, Durotan, I have never seen such a majestic beast!"

"Don't rush Orgrim, let us attack together."

"Haha, okay, if we take down this monster, we will definitely win the hunting competition today."

Durotan held the battle ax tightly, and his white wolf followed closely behind him. Orgrim approached the terrifying beast from the other side. From time to time, he aimed at Durotan and his white wolf, Orgrim. Mu has always envied such a mount. After joining the Blackstone Legion, he chose to become a warg cavalry, thus having a pure black warg.

However, compared to Durotan's White Wolf, Orgrim always felt that his Black Wind was lacking something.

Snap, slow footsteps interrupted Orgrim's thoughts.

With a sharp look in his eyes, he stood up suddenly, turned around and looked into the darkness behind him.

A black figure gradually emerged in the darkness. When he saw the appearance of the figure, Orgrim breathed a sigh of relief.

Orgrim (Warchief): "Black Dragon, you haven't left yet, I thought..."

Morpheus (King of Black Dragon): "What else do you think?"

"I thought it was the human assassin again. Since that day, the haunting guy has tried to assassinate me several times."

Morpheus nodded, was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "You don't actually have to do this. I can take you away as long as you are willing."

Orgrim shook his head, "No, I must stay. If we want our plan to proceed smoothly, this war must end. The war between the Alliance and the Horde must come to an end, and this end must be brought to an end by I, the chief of the tribe, did it myself.

Otherwise, how can the war be considered over?

What's more, it's not my style to leave my warriors and run away alone. "

Morpheus couldn't help but sigh, "Well, if you insist, do you have any last wishes? If possible, I will try my best to help you fulfill it."

Orgrim thought for a while, "Show me that artifact."

Morpheus hesitated for a moment and handed the Dragon Soul to Orgrim.

Orgrim took the Dragon Soul, looked at it carefully, and was a little surprised when he looked at the stone piece in his hand, "So this is the so-called Dragon Soul? Haha, is it just that? Nekros has been using that piece of stone all day long. The sparkling magic gem hung on the staff and swaggered around the market, but it turned out that the real artifact was so ordinary."

From the outside, the Dragon Soul is indeed very ordinary, a stone disk-like thing, simple and simple, but if you look closely, you can see a strange light flowing in it.

Orgrim looked at it and suddenly showed a sneer as if his conspiracy had succeeded, "And now this artifact is mine. Thank you for handing it over to me. I originally thought it would cost a lot of money." It’s Kung Fu.”

What! Morpheus's eyes turned cold, and the next second, Orgrim burst into laughter, "Hahahaha, it's just a joke, I'll give it back to you."

As he spoke, he threw the dragon soul over again without any hesitation.

Morpheus carefully caught it with both hands and inspected it carefully before putting it away again.

"This isn't funny at all," Morpheus said angrily.

"It depends on which perspective you look at it."

boom! A thunder came through the city gate, mixed with the roar of the orcs.

Orgrim looked out the window at the sunset again, the time had come.

"It's time for me to set off, goodbye Black Dragon King."

"Orgrim, I..." Morpheus hesitated.

"No more mother-in-law. If you feel you owe me, work hard to complete the plan. Don't let down my sacrifice boy." Orgrim said calmly and patted Morpheus on the shoulder, striding towards Walk outside.

Morpheus looked at Orgrim's back, shook his head regretfully, turned around and retreated into the darkness.

When Orgrim walked into the main hall of Stormwind Fortress, the place was already crowded with defeated orc warriors, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

This breath made Orgrim extremely familiar. In a daze, he seemed to have returned to that autumn evening. When he and Durotan walked into the hunting meeting side by side carrying the monster's head, the air was filled with such blood. breath.

Hunters from various clans brought their prey, waiting to decide the final champion. However, when he and Durotan walked in, they immediately became the center of attention.

"Oh my God, what a monster that is!"

"A Magolon is the descendant of Gorgrond." A young hunter from the Thunder King clan said with envy.

"The champions of this hunting competition are Orgrim of the Blackstone Clan and Durotan of the Frostwolf Clan!"

"Well done Orgrim, you are worthy of being my son. Take it. This Doomhammer is inherited from your ancestors. Our family's name comes from it. Now it is yours. I hope you don't want it." This is a disgrace to this divine weapon.”

Doomhammer! Doomhammer! Orgrim looked at the magic weapon in his hand. The head of the hammer was made of cooled lava and contained powerful elemental power. The handle of the hammer was made of black iron and eternium, and was wrapped with a layer of fur from a clefthoof beast. , it feels unusually thick and easy to hold.

His ancestors named the family after the weapon, and now it was his.

Orgrim held the Doomhammer, feeling more satisfied than ever before.

boom! The dull sound of impact woke Orgrim from his memories. He looked up and saw that Alliance soldiers were beginning to impact the gate of Storm Fortress.

There was no Doomhammer in his hand, only the cold hilt of the Lionheart Sword.

He looked at the orcs around him. They were not the elite hunters at the hunting conference, but a group of defeated orcs covered in blood.

Seeing Orgrim walking in, these orcs immediately cast strange looks at them.

There is expectation, hatred, ridicule, and resentment.

It was Orgrim who brought them into this desperate situation, and it was Orgrim who left them to guard this doomed city.

All the promises were in vain, but the others had already left, leaving them here waiting to die.

This is probably the so-called abandonment.

If Orgrim himself hadn't stayed, these desperate orcs would have fallen into madness.

Orgrim looked at these remaining orc warriors. He could see their despair and fear. For a moment, he felt a little guilty in his heart. It was he who had brought them to such a situation.

But this trace of guilt was fleeting. Kill or be killed, this was the fate of the orcs. In the future he witnessed with his own eyes, the tribe sank in endless killing.

It makes no difference whether you die early or die late.

At least dying like this now can leave a glimmer of hope for the future of the tribe.

Orgrim suddenly pulled out his sword and stood on the high platform of the hall and shouted loudly.

"I understand that we have suffered defeats and setbacks, that our numbers are dwindling dramatically, and that the Alliance onslaught has taken a heavy toll on us.

But we are still orcs, still a Horde, and our steps will still make the world tremble. "

There was a burst of response from the orcs, but it was a bit sparse and weak.

"Stormwind Keep is our last stronghold, and we come back here so we can strike again, engulf them once more, and make them tremble in our name once more.

We will not wait for those humans to attack, we will not stay here and wait for death.

No, we are the orcs, we are the Horde, and we are going to take the initiative, crush them, and make our enemies regret coming here. "

Orgrim's firm voice raised hope in the hearts of the orcs, and the eyes of the orc warriors once again ignited the look of courage.

A howling sound was made.

The momentum was brewing, and the thousands of remaining soldiers in the hall seemed to have become invincible elites in an instant.

Orgrim nodded with satisfaction, and his eyes swept over the murderous faces. Suddenly he was slightly startled. It was a face that seemed slightly familiar to him.

"Omar? It's you. I didn't expect you to be alive."

Omar of the Thunder King clan was a young hunter at the hunting conference.

But Omar has long lived up to the youthful and energetic face he once had. All he has is red eyes of exhaustion, hatred, and fury, and a face that looks a little distorted from drinking the blood of demons.

It wasn't until he heard Orgrim's voice that his face showed a hint of happiness.

"Ha, Great Chief, you still remember me. It's an honor for me to fight alongside you."

Orgrim was silent for a moment, then laughed, "It is also an honor for me to fight alongside you."

He turned around sharply, no longer looking at those familiar or unfamiliar faces.

"Now, open the door! Let us fight out! Maybe we will die here today, but we will die with honor as orcs, Lokta Oga - for the Horde!"

"For the tribe!" The orcs roared one after another, their fighting spirit rising to the sky.

boom! The door opened with a bang, and the orcs rushed out like a tide.

Orgrim has been rushing at the front of the team for too long. It has been too long since he has been on the front line of the battle in person. Since becoming the warchief, he has never had such an opportunity.

He always gave orders to those orc warriors to die, including his sworn brother Durotan, who was driven to death by his own hands. Now it was finally his turn.

That's fine, let today's battle be the ending of Orgrim Doomhammer.

Cleave! A human knight screamed and was split in half.

Heavy attack extension - whirling cracking kill!

This was the trick he used to deal with wolves in the wild, and now it was equally effective against countless Alliance soldiers.

The rotating blade disembowelled a body of flesh and blood, and the blood instantly covered his eyes.

Swinging his sword and slashing, every blow was full of power. Orgrim seemed to have returned to his youth, the excitement of hunting beasts in the wilderness, as if he had returned to that hunting night.

"Orgrim, be careful of that beast's claws!" A ethereal voice came from behind.

Orgrim instinctively raised his hand and struck a sword. The human warrior in front of him was pierced through the heart with a sword. The opponent's blade was only a few centimeters away from him.

"Don't be distracted, Orgrim, we haven't decided the winner yet."

That voice came from the crowd, and Orgrim was excited. Durotan, he is not dead!

However, that moment of excitement was awakened by a shrill scream, which was the dying scream of an orc warrior. In the midst of his busy schedule, he heard that the owner of that voice - Omar, had died in battle.

Orgrim had no time to look back. He was surrounded by enemies on all sides, and he swung his sword almost by instinct.

Spin and slash!

The blade cut through flesh and pierced armor.

Another scream came, Barreko Boneface died in battle.

Counterattack the storm!

Seven swords in a row, each hitting an enemy's vital part.

But as soon as he cut down a circle of enemies around him, the empty space was instantly filled again.

The Alliance's warriors seemed endless.

Another scream came, and Lisette also died.

For some reason, at this last moment, the screams of the orcs became extremely clear and distinct, and the names of the orcs he had never cared about were all remembered by him at this time.

Death whirlwind!

Another perfect combat skill was unleashed. The blade rotated and harvested the surrounding enemies. When the sword returned to his hand again, Orgrim was surprised to find that all the orc warriors were already like players in a hunting competition. The corpses of prey litter the fields.

Orgrim was breathing heavily, as if waking up from a nightmare. At this moment, he was the only one left around.

An old human lord appeared in front of him. From his lion shield emblem, it was easy to tell that he must be from the Kingdom of Stormwind.

"Your opponent is me, the orc!" Lothar roared and waved his sword, bang! The two swords collided, and the two people retreated at the same time. They all saw the fighting spirit in each other's eyes, as if they were destined to fight.

Orgrim recognized this man. In the scene shown to him by the Black Dragon King, the final battle was between him and the old warrior in front of him. He finally succeeded in killing the opponent, but the tribe still There is no way to escape the fate of defeat.

Lothar, yes, it’s Lothar!

"Let me deal with him, Lord Lothar!" A figure shrouded in holy light suddenly stood in front of Lothar.

Orgrim frowned, there was no such person in that scene.

Godwin looked at Orgrim and said that he had finally caught up. Until this war between the Alliance and the Horde, he had not shown his face or been in the limelight. He originally thought that he would be able to fight this siege. It lasted ten days and a half, but I didn't expect that the day would be over. I had to live on schedule today.

Godwin (King of Lordaeron): "Orgrim, come on, let me have a duel between kings."

A showdown between kings?

Orgrim snorted coldly, the orcs did not have the title of king, only the war chief - the war chief! A warrior's status should come from his own strength and the glory gained in battle, not the inheritance of blood.

Orgrim didn't think he was a king, but he didn't mind killing a king with his own hands.

Orgrim (Warchief): "I accept your challenge, come King of Men, let us end this war!"

Godwin suddenly felt happy, haha, Orgrim finally took the road. Today he can finally show his face and kill the warchief Orgrim. Such an achievement is worthy of his status as a king. Victory, the Empire of Lordaeron will rise today.

However, before the two of them had time to take action, they heard someone in the crowd suddenly shouting at the top of their lungs.

"There is no need to talk about fairness and justice with this evil monster, let's all stand shoulder to shoulder!"

The next second, the crowd surrounding him surged towards Orgrim like a tide.

Godwin was furious for a while.

Godwin (King of Lordaeron): "Beasts, they are all beasts, I am the king, get out of my way! I want to challenge Orgrim to a duel! Do you understand the duel between kings?"

However, no one is willing to listen. In the face of equipment and plot points, the King of Lordaeron is nothing.

This is Orgrim Doomhammer, the warchief of the Horde. As long as he can stab a spear or strike with a sword, he can get an assist and there will be points for defeating the plot.

If you can capture the opponent's head, you will have reputation, plot points, plot equipment, legendary expertise, everything.

Not only the hero lords fell into madness, but even the soldiers and knights rushed forward like crazy, upgrading their ranks and upgrading their templates, just today.

Orgrim burst out laughing, this is war, this is the ending that the warchief deserves.

"Do you want my head - then come you scum of the Alliance!"

Death Wish - Ultimate Fury!

At that moment, the blood all over Orgrim's body burned like a flame, and his whole body was enveloped in an unknown blood-colored light.

Overlord splits the air and slashes!

As he followed the sword, the sword light drew a straight line in the crowd, and wherever it passed, all the flesh, flesh and metal turned into broken metal and limb fragments.

"Control, use control skills!"

"Where's the mage, hurry up and curse!"

"Priest, priest, hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Various curses and evil spells were imposed on Orgrim.

However, Orgrim, who had activated the dual bursts of Death Wish and Fury, had completely fallen into a hegemonic state, and the aging spell - exemption! Slowness—save! Corruption—ignore.

The pain caused by the magic did not make Orgrim pause at all, but instead waved the sword even more crazily.

Counterattack the storm!

Thunder split!

Cleave and chop - Cleave and chop!

One after another, no one could withstand such an offensive. Those players who thought of relying on the crowd to get assists were killed and their bodies were everywhere.

"Let me meet him!" followed by a roar.

Dang——The sword blade was blocked by a war hammer, it was a dwarf.

Even if Orgrim fell into a rage, his thinking was still extremely calm. It was impossible to kill this kind of iron can quickly. Without hesitation, he grabbed the horn on the opponent's helmet with his left hand.

Catching and throwing skills - ground throwing!

The dwarf flew out like a cannonball, knocking over a bunch of humans.

Several shooters were revealed behind the fallen crowd. Because there were too many people, they had no chance to deal damage. At this time, they finally seized the opportunity.

Fatal shot!

Aim and shoot!

Quick shot!

Arrow of the wind!

Swish, swish, swish, seven or eight arrows hit Orgrim at the same time in an instant. Orgrim staggered back. Before he could recover, a black shadow appeared behind Orgrim like a ghost.

Grandmaster backstab!

Poof! The sharp blade pierced his chest.

Orgrim's eyes were in a trance. The bloody sunset in the sky suddenly turned into black and white. He saw a huge vortex covering the sky. The souls of countless war dead were rising towards the vortex. Flying away, humans and orcs are indistinguishable from each other.

For the first time in his life, he felt the breath of death, so close at hand.

"No!" He roared, and the black and white instantly turned to blood again. The vortex disappeared, and the soul disappeared. There were only angry soldiers and the oncoming blade in front of him.

Roaring with courage - Ha! The furious roar shocked a group of people around him, including the assassin behind him.

Orgrim turned around suddenly, Jian Wuhen showed an awkward smile,

Die, you bastard!

The sword was swung out, and the blade cut off Jian Wuhen's head.

Scape dead!

The moment the head rolled to the ground, the body turned into that of a human knight, and Jian Wuhen's figure appeared in the knight's original position.

Damn guy!

Before Orgrim could pursue him, four or five long-range skills hit him at the same time.

Pyroblast!

Lightning ball!

Storm Hammer!

Storm splits the air and slashes!

Especially the last storm sword energy almost shattered the black plate armor on his body.

Even in his dominant state, Orgrim was knocked back several steps.

After a while staggering, the picture in front of Orgrim once again turned into black and white!

"No! It's not over yet." He stamped his foot on the ground.

War tramples! While the shock wave knocked over another wave of enemies, the scarlet color also returned again!

Blood harvest!

Orgrim mercilessly killed the enemies who fell on the ground, and in an instant, five or six more enemies were killed on the spot.

No one dared to step forward easily, but fired more magic and arrows at him from a distance.

Orgrim's health points continued to drain under the bombardment of magic. He breathed heavily, and the sound made him fall into memories again.

call! call! call!

"Look Orgrim, the beast is dying." He heard Durotan's voice ringing in his ears, close at hand.

There was a blur in front of his eyes. Orgrim tried hard to adjust his vision. He suddenly opened his eyes in surprise. Oh my god, what did he see?

He saw the green grassland of Nagrand, the blue sky and towering mountains of Draenor, he saw the vigorous orc hunter, and he saw Durotan's figure leaping towards him, the ax in his hand raised high, Then he realized - he was the beast!

Poof!

Durotan's ax blade penetrated deeply into his chest.

In the next second, the grasslands of Nagrand, the blue sky, and the majestic mountains all disappeared.

Durotan turned into a human warrior holding a battle axe. The other party looked at him in disbelief, as if he was even more surprised than he was.

Orgrim glanced at the top of the man's head.

The Unknown King (Warrior).

Ha... I didn't expect... to die... in the hands... of an adventurer.

Orgrim collapsed, and the huge vortex appeared in front of his eyes again.

Everything around him turned into black and white, and he felt that his body was becoming lighter and slowly flying towards the sky.

Is it all over?

An idea came to his mind.

"It's all over." He heard Durotan's gentle voice say.

His eyes gradually fell into darkness.

Orgrim - dead.