Chapter 470 For the Horde

On the frontal battlefield, the fighting was extremely fierce.

After Thoradin's Wall suppressed the Alliance, the Horde urgently needed an outlet to divert internal attention and anger from the clansmen.

Of course, Orgrim found it - and of course it was Gul'dan's betrayal.

Orgrim directly mobilized two brothers, Red Blackhand and Maim Blackhand, and led a full 50,000 people to hunt and kill the Duskhammer and Storm Predator clans under Gul'dan's command. In addition, there were quite a few dragoons .

The chairman of the committee was right when he said that "in order to fight against the outside world, we must first secure the inside".

Orgrim does this with hilarity.

He also wanted to get rid of Gul'dan quickly, and then stay through the winter. After more orcs came from the Dark Portal, he would regroup next spring and come to Lordaeron again.

After all, with the bridgehead of Arathi Highlands, there is no need to fight those extremely disgusting naval battles and landing battles. If it doesn't work, just open a road to the Hinterlands in the ultra-high-altitude mountains between the Arathi Highlands and the Hinterlands. It depends on how the alliance defends the long front.

Unfortunately, he faced Duke.

The geese have plucked their feathers, and Duke aimed to maximize the killing of the tribe's vitality.

Brother is not around, there are legends about him everywhere.

Duke is gone, but his plan is still epoch-making. That's right, the last ten thousand people in Orgrim did cross the Alterac Mountains almost day and night, crossed the entire Hinterlands, and returned to Wanghai Cliff almost day and night.

On the seaside of Wanghai Cliff, Gul'dan had indeed destroyed many ships, but there were still quite a few left. After mobilizing a small number of hard workers and fighting overnight for three days, Orgrim finally gathered the ships needed for more than 13,000 orcs and more than a thousand trolls to cross the sea.

Now that the black hand brothers were sent, Orgrim naturally wanted to return to the wetlands first, and after reorganizing the clans, regroup and stabilize the front line of the Arathi Highlands.

Orgrim swears through gritted teeth: He also wants to learn how humans build bunkers.

right! Just to the east of Thoradin's Wall, build a fortress that human beings will have to lose 100,000 lives to have a chance to capture!

It is a pity that his grand plan and strategy have not been realized, and he was hit hard again.

Think about it, knowing that Orgrim can only roll back to the southern continent from the Hinterlands, Duke will not be prepared to fight back.

Moreover, it seems that God is not interested in blessing the tribe's foreign butchers. Just half an hour after Orgrim's fleet sailed, it encountered a storm.

In this era, any experienced sailor will act according to the weather.

It's a pity that Orgrim's men are all muscular men who want to conquer the sea by paddling with brute force.

They acted recklessly and got punished.

The strong wind set off a ten-meter-high terrifying triangular wave, which easily overturned all the small, newly-built transport ships. Only those transport ships that were built earlier and in better condition barely survived the storm.

However, just after the storm subsided, Orgrim was ambushed by the Naga and murloc army before he had time to count his losses.

"Hahaha! In the name of master Duke Marcus, kill those green skins!" Wrathscale Naga Priest Vala laughed heartily.

"Garrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" (kill those orcs)!" the murloc prophet Mogor yelled loudly.

Countless murlocs rushed to the surface of the sea at high speed from the bottom ten meters deep. The impact of the storm on the bottom of the sea is very small. Basically, the wind and waves cannot be felt below ten meters above the sea level. Just now, the murlocs simply picked up heads and dragged those orcs who were drowned or thrown to the sea surface to drown. , and then cut off the head, and returned to the place designated by Duke to offer the head as a errand.

Now, countless murlocs, holding crude weapons, rushed to the surface of the water, climbed onto the low-slung orc transport ship, and bullied the orcs who had exhausted their strength after fighting against the storm for hours.

They shook the orc transport ship, which was not too wide, making the orc completely unsteady. On the violently shaking ship, the heavy weapons that the orcs were proud of became cumbersome.

One transport ship after another was captured by murlocs.

"No—" Orgrim yelled heartbreakingly.

However, he could only watch this scene happen on the flagship, but there was nothing he could do.

The great chief never thought that the last elite of the Blackstone clan would be buried here. You know, this is the last batch of Blackrock orcs who have experienced the Draenei war, have rich experience and the strongest physique. They are the best of the best.

They defeated the draenei who played with the Light. They are the vanguard of the expedition to Azeroth. They killed more than 100,000 humans in Elwynn Forest, then killed the high elves with long ears, destroyed Alterac, fought fiercely under the city of Lordaeron, and stormed the northern camp of the Alliance.

They have never surrendered to any enemy, but because they are not good at water, they will perish here?

"Great chief, go!" Torgais of the Dragonmaw clan swooped down at high speed with the dragon, and he let the dragon hover in the air. The giant dragon turned its serpentine neck and uttered a threatening roar at the murlocs in the distance.

It's a pity that there is only one giant dragon, and it flew along to cover the great chief. Ordinary red dragons don't have such good physical strength to stay in the air for so long. Only giant dragons that are more than a thousand years old can cast themselves with anti-gravity magic, so that their huge bodies can be suspended in the air with little effort.

"Great chief, let's go. The damned murlocs have already started digging at the bottom of the ship." Orgrim's personal guard captain Hanmark said.

The dragon is the overlord of the sky, but not the overlord of the sea. No matter how strong the dragon's breath is, it is impossible to evaporate the entire endless sea. For the murloc's act of digging the bottom of the ship under the command of Mogol, the dragon could do nothing at all.

"No, I can't abandon you." Looking at these good brothers who had been with him for more than ten years, Orgrim's eyes turned red.

"No, you must abandon us, for the sake of the Horde!" The orc warriors stared at Orgrim, with a few dozen gazes, as if they were not looking at their great chief, but at the wasteland of despair and destruction. The last flickering flame of hope.

For the Horde!

These words deeply pricked Orgrim's heart.

These brothers of the Blackrock Clan didn't know how bad the battle was, and it wasn't that they didn't know who brought their world to ruins, but they still silently raised their weapons and continued to fight.

They did this for one and only one reason - for the tribe.

right! They are wrong! Wrong letter Gul'dan! Also waged a wrong war.

But for the continuation of the ethnic group, they can only make mistakes again and again.

However, no one regretted it, and for the same reason——

For the Horde!