Chapter 576 The Broken Backbone (for Subscription)

I thought that at least there would be a battle, even if it was a small one.

Who would have known that, under the witness of all the big bosses of the alliance and countless soldiers, those vicious orcs... unexpectedly surrendered without any bones.

Just because of Duke's words, and the blue storm flag fluttering behind him.

Twelve thousand orcs surrendered!

Obviously they have the most vicious appearance, strong muscles like wild beasts, and weapons that are powerful enough to kill ferocious beasts, yet they surrendered just like that?

"No! It's not like this! It shouldn't be like this..." In the middle of the alliance's military ranks, a tall and burly figure sobbed in a puzzled voice.

When a hundred thousand orcs died in the sea of ​​fire, he never cried.

He didn't cry when another hundred thousand was hiding in the belly of the fish.

He didn't even cry when huge defeats came one after another and hundreds of thousands of his compatriots died.

Because he knew that no matter how many people died, the orcs were still the orcs he knew.

That great rebellious race that still stands between the heavens and the earth with its violence and bravery in the most difficult environment.

Now, more than 10,000 people have bent their knees before fighting the opponent, and lowered their heads that have never been lowered to anyone.

Is this still the orc I know?

Are these the orcs who dared to launch a desperate charge in the face of Gron and ogre who are countless times stronger than themselves?

Even though he was pierced through his lute by a heavy iron chain, restrained by a huge metal torture tool, and locked firmly in a huge specially-built prison cart, Orgrim never showed any emotion.

However, at this moment, Orgrim let out a howling cry. He screamed heart-piercingly in Orcish.

"Stand up! Orcs!"

"Are you still great orcs!?"

"Aren't you afraid of being punished by your ancestors after you die?"

"Stand up! Orcs—you are definitely not slaves of alien races! Stand up—take up your weapons and fight! I would rather die standing than live on my knees!"

Every orc in the audience heard the cry of their former great chief.

Some people are in pain, some are hesitant, some are hesitant, but most of them are nervous and trembling.

Orgrim forgot that he was making such a roar as a prisoner and captive. If he was still the free and noble great chief half a month ago, even if he faced desperation, every orc would continue to support him until the new great chief came out.

This is the iron law that the orcs have passed down for thousands of years-either you use Mak'Gora to majestically defeat your chief and make yourself the law; or you obey everything, even if you die.

Now, even the Warchief is a prisoner of humanity. What hope do we have for ourselves! ?

Orgrim saw in despair that countless orcs looked up at him in trembling, and lowered their heads even lower, completely sticking their foreheads to the dry, hot red land like slaves. superior.

"No—" Orgrim let out a scream of the highest pitch.

At this moment, he finally knew Duke's sinister intentions.

This seemingly thin young human, in his own way, severely knocked off the back of the tribe.

Such a thing as a spine! Once broken, the waist can no longer straighten up.

Duke is using this method to destroy the entire tribe. Even if these people escaped from the control of the alliance in the future, so what? They'll just remember the fear that came from the league, from Duke. They will only be in panic all day long, and they will never have the confidence and will to fight against the alliance.

"No..." Orgrim sat down weakly: "It's over. It's over! Everything is over."

He muttered, at this most desperate moment, what Orgrim thought of was not himself, not the current tribe, but the last hope in his heart.

right! Guyle!

His best friend, the blood of Durotan, the former chief of the Frostwolf clan!

He specially sent people back to the world beyond the Dark Portal, back to Nagrand, and after asking the great shaman prophet, he learned the last hope of the tribe.

At the beginning, he didn't know what the "only hope of the tribe" in the prophet's message meant. He just instinctively sent the Burning Blade's few sword masters to protect the son of his best friend.

Now, he knows.

It is ridiculous to pin your hopes on a baby orc who is less than two years old. Unfortunately, he found helplessly that this was his only choice.

Only the Frostwolves and the Warsong clan that are still living outside, and have not been completely defeated by the alliance and destroyed their vitality, will be the soul and backbone of forming a new tribe in the future.

Orgrim's cries gradually died down, and he carefully hid his hope. He didn't even dare to look Duke in the face, he was afraid that this young and terrifying human being who seemed to predict everything would discover the last secret in his heart.

Behind, Lothar, who was greatly relieved, raised his hand, and 10,000 alliance soldiers rushed forward and began to control the orcs.

There is no war without sacrifices. Now that the overall situation has been settled, every additional Union soldier brought or brought back to his hometown is an additional member of the family.

Anduin Lothar is a man who understands sacrifice and racial reproduction.

Just when Lothar wanted to suppress the orcs, Duke waved his hand.

"how!?"

Duke said lightly: "I want to plant an indelible fear in the hearts of these orcs, which is more effective than any shackles or torture."

"oh?"

Duke turned his head, facing the most special 'king' in the alliance, the chairman of the Kirin Tor with silver-white hair and beard fluttering in the wind: "Master Antonidas, can you seal the Dark Portal now?"

Antonidas rode over. After dismounting from the horse, he unfolded his magical sense, and after sensing it carefully, he showed a bitter expression.

"This... the energy of the Dark Portal is too huge, I'm afraid something will happen to me alone."

Even if the Portal of Darkness is no longer in the high-energy state it was in at the beginning to send troops from Draenor with all its strength, after all, it is a thing made by two demigods. A bad one will cause a big explosion, and all creatures within a few kilometers will be wiped out immediately.

What Antonidas thought of was naturally Duke.

"Duke, remember that time in Alterac?" Antonidas said in a low voice.

What he mentioned was actually the huge ice tornado that wiped out hundreds of red dragons. That time, it was the first perfect cooperation between the two. In a sense, although Duke cannot use such a huge magic power, Duke's ability to manipulate magic power... Even if Antonidas doesn't want to admit it, he must admit that Duke's manipulation power is superior to his.

What Antonidas proposed was actually to let Duke help again.