On the front battlefield, the war is extremely hot.

After the alliance was suppressed by the Soladin Wall, the tribe urgently needed a catharsis that diverted internal sight and the anger of the tribe.

Of course, Orgrim found that it was Gul'dan's betrayal.

Orgrim directly mobilized the two brothers Red* Black Hand and Maim* Black Hand, and led a total of 50,000 people to take a boat to chase and kill the Mucha and Storm Predator clans under Guldan. In addition, there were quite a few dragon cavalry.

The Chairman was right, "We must first calm the country when fighting foreign countries."

Orgrim did this with great hilariousness.

He also wanted to deal with Gul'dan quickly, and then stay up until winter, and wait until more orcs came to the Dark Gate, and then regroup next spring and come to the Lordaeron Continent again.

After all, with the bridgehead of the Alashi Heights, there is no need to fight those extremely disgusting naval and landing wars. If it really doesn't work, just drive a road to the super high altitude mountain area between the Alashi Heights and Hindland, and it depends on how the league defends the long front.

Unfortunately, he was facing Duke.

Duke, who aims to maximize the vitality of killing tribes, aims to maximize the living power of the tribe.

If my brother is not here, there are legends about me everywhere.

The Dukes are gone, but his plans are still epoch-making. That's right, Orgrim's last ten thousand men did indeed go through the league to avoid the pursuit of the league, and almost went day and night to cross the Ultralank Mountains again, cross the entire Hinterland, and return to the cliff of Wanghai.

On the beach of Wanghai Cliff, Gul'dan did destroy many ships, but there were still many left. After mobilizing a few hard workers to fight overnight for three days, Orgrim finally collected the ships needed to provide more than 13,000 orcs and more than 1,000 trolls across the sea.

Since the black-handed brothers were sent, Orgrim naturally wanted to return to the wetlands first, and after reorganizing the clans, he would regroup and stabilize the front line of the Arachi Heights.

Orgrim gritted his teeth and swore: He also wanted to learn from humans to build bunkers.

Yes! Build a fortress on the east side of Soladin's Wall that humans must pay 100,000 lives to have the chance to capture!

Unfortunately, his grand plan was hit hard again before it was realized.

Think about it, even though he knew Orgrim could only go back to the southern continent from Hindland, Duke would not be ready to make a move.

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

In this era, any sailor with some experience will act according to the scenery of the sky.

Unfortunately, Orgrim's men all want to conquer the sea by paddling with brute force.

They did it hard and were punished.

The strong winds set off a terrifying triangular wave that was ten meters high, easily overturning all small, newly built transport ships. Only those transport ships that were built early in the morning and in better condition barely survived the storm.

However, just after the storm calmed down, Orgrim had to count his subordinates' losses and immediately ushered in an ambush from Naga and the Fisherman Legion.

"Hahaha! Kill all the green skins in the name of Master Duke Marcus!" The angry scaled Naga priest Vala laughed heartily.

"Gaohohohohoh (kill all the orcs)!" The fishman prophet Mogor yelled.

Countless fishmen rushed to the sea surface from the seabed ten meters deep, and the storm had little impact on the seabed. Basically, there was no wind or waves below ten meters in the Shanghai plane. Just now, the fishermen picked up heads casually, pulled the orcs who were drowned or were thrown to the sea to drown, and then cut off the heads and turned around to the place designated by Duke to give heads to the place designated by him for intercession.

Now, countless fishmen, holding simple weapons, rushed to the water, climbed onto the low orc transport ship on the side of the ship, and bullied the orcs who had been fighting the storm for hours and exhausted their strength.

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

One transport ship after another was captured by the fishman.

"No," Orgrim shouted heart-wrenchingly.

However, he could only watch this scene happening on the flagship with a slight slight slightest, but he had no choice.

The chief never thought that the last elite of the Black Stone clan would be destroyed here. You know, this is already the last group of Black Stone orcs who have experienced the Draenei war, have rich experience and the strongest physique. They can be called the elite among the elites.

They defeated the Delaneys who played with the Holy Light. They were the vanguards of the expedition to Azeroth. They killed more than 100,000 humans in the Elvin Forest, then killed the long-eared high elves, destroyed Ultralist, fought fiercely at the city of Lordaeron, and attacked the Alliance North Camp.

They have never surrendered to any enemy, but they want to destroy here because of their bad nature?

"Great Chief, go quickly!" Toges of the Dragon-throated clan drove the flying dragon and swooped down at high speed. He let the dragon hover in the air. The dragon turned its snake-shaped neck and issued a threatening dragon roar to the fishman in the distance.

Unfortunately, there is only one giant dragon, and it flew over to cover the chief. Ordinary red dragons do not have that good physical strength and can stay in the air for so long. Only a giant dragon over a thousand years can impart magic similar to anti-gravity power to itself, allowing its huge body to float in the air with almost no effort.

"Chief, go. The damn fishman has already started to drill the bottom of the boat." said Hanmak, the captain of Orgrim's personal guard.

The dragon is the overlord of the sky, but not the overlord at the bottom of the sea. No matter how strong the dragon breath is, it cannot evaporate the entire endless sea. The dragon is powerless to do anything about the fishman's actions of chiseling the bottom of the ship under the command of Mogor.

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

"No, you must abandon us for the sake of the tribe!" The orc warriors stared at Orgrim, with only twenty eyes as if they were not their chief, but the last fire of hope swaying on the wasteland of despair and destruction.

For the tribe!

This sentence deeply hurt Orgrim's heart.

These brothers of the Black Stone clan did not know how bad the battle was, nor did they know who had brought their world to death and destruction, but they still silently raised their weapons in their hands to continue fighting.

They do this for only one reason.

Right! They were wrong! They believed in the wrong way! Gul'dan! They also launched a wrong war.

But for the sake of the continuation of the race, they can only make mistakes again and again.

However, no one regrets it, for the same reason

For the tribe! (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!