A bloody, chained orc was thrown on the ground of the chief's hall.
This is exactly the head of the orc warlord who is responsible for patrolling and guarding important internal areas today. He did not die in the hands of assassins from MI7, and he is not a coward. He also killed several assassins with his own hands, but this cannot change his attitude.
Tragic fate.
"bass"
The old swordmaster Dar's straight-edged cutting sword was pressed against the head of the warlord. The orc veteran did not struggle. He just knelt at the feet of Orgrim with a face full of pain. He knew full well that today's surprise attack would have great consequences for him.
What does it mean for tribes?
"Let him go."
Orgrim shook his head, looked at the chiefs in front of him, and said softly:
"The situation has become extremely bad, but this idiot's brain can't solve any problems. Let him pick up weapons and join the battle. Either die in battle or wash away his shame with the blood of the enemy!"
"Yes! Chief!"
The guy who had narrowly escaped death stood up and roared like a wild beast, striding out of the chief's hall. Orgrim looked at his back, a murderous intention flashed in his eyes, but he eventually returned to calm.
In this situation, even one more soldier would be good.
But none of the other sullen chiefs looked at this unfortunate guy. Just like Orgrim said, even killing him would not change anything.
"Ahem"
Old Sword Master Dar. Triple Blood Blade saw that the atmosphere was not quite right. As the oldest chief here, he coughed slightly, attracted everyone's attention, and then said in a deep voice:
"Everyone knows the situation. There are at least 70,000 Alliance dogs on the plains. There are Bronzebeard dwarves and Arathor knights over there in the Searing Gorge. They have to come up with a way."
"way?"
Kilrogg, the chief of the Blood Circle who has always followed Orgrim loyally, shook his head dejectedly: "What else can be done? Either go out and fight with humans to the death, or go to those black dwarves who live underground.
Let’s buy food.”
"The Blood Demon expelled the Fire Demon King, and the Dark Iron Dwarves who lost their faith are going crazy. They have refused to continue to contact us. I heard that if their emperor Thaurissan hadn't stopped them, those fanatical believers would rush out and fight with us.
We fought hard, and the arrogant and arrogant fool of the Blood Demon ruined everything and almost destroyed the tribe!"
Red Blackhand, who went through all kinds of difficulties and dangers before returning to Blackrock Tower, said in a harsh voice:
"So don't count on those Dark Iron Dwarves, they won't help us."
After saying this, the remaining little chiefs frowned even more tightly. The remaining food in Blackstone Tower is not enough to feed the tens of thousands of orcs gathered here. After the food is eaten up, if the alliance continues to siege the city, the orcs will have no choice but to fight.
Otherwise, the only way left is to wait for death.
"Brocks."
Warchief Orgrim remained silent. He seemed to be immersed in his own thoughts. It was not until the old sword master patted the warchief silently with his finger that the latter suddenly woke up. He raised his head and saw everything.
Everyone's eyes fell on him, as if they were waiting for the always wise and mighty chief to come up with a solution to the problem.
Orgrim did not immediately answer their expectations, but turned to look at the old orc warrior standing behind him, wearing a leather armor, similar to Saurfang, but with gray hair. This was Varok.
Saurfang's brother, Brox Saurfang, the warrior responsible for maintaining the situation in the south when the Horde went to fight in the north.
The great chief looked at his warriors and asked in a deep voice:
"Can your people still fight?"
Hearing the chief's question, the orc warrior Brox Saurfang beat his chest hard and said angrily:
"My warriors are still brave, and I can easily break the heads of 100 Alliance dogs!"
"very good!"
The great chief nodded with satisfaction, and then looked back at the chiefs. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:
"I have sent Saurfang to contact the Warsong, Shattered Hand and Thunder King clans. If he can bring back reinforcements, we will be saved!"
This sentence made all the chiefs, including Old Dahl, widen their eyes, but the next moment, the chief personally extinguished their fire of hope.
"But there is a prerequisite at this time, that is, we can survive the alliance's siege. There is no food. Since the Black Iron dwarves are unwilling to help us, then we will go and grab it!"
A fierce light flashed in Orgrim's eyes:
"I'm determined to have a fight with the Alliance Dog this evening!"
"You're crazy!"
Reid blurted out this sentence, but the next moment, he reacted and said hurriedly:
"What I mean is, Warchief, the fatigue epidemic is spreading, and our soldiers are not suitable for fighting at this time!"
"I know! I know that the soldiers are tortured by the exhaustion of their souls. I also know that we have no food left. I also know what those Alliance dogs sacrificed so many warriors for!"
The great chief stood up, put his hands on the table in front of him, looked at the chiefs in front of him fiercely, and shouted loudly:
"They want to get rid of us all at once! How arrogant! They want us to take the initiative to rush out of Blackrock Tower and fight with them! Then we will satisfy them!"
The old sword master stood up and wanted to speak, but was stopped by the chief's eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief and his tone became lower:
"You don't need to persuade me, I'm calm, I know what I'm doing! Listen to me, brothers, even if we hate the Alliance dogs, we have to admit that they are indeed the most powerful opponents the tribe has ever encountered.
, those cowardly draenei are not worthy of carrying the shoes of these human warriors, but the braver the creature, the stronger the recognition and following of the powerful leader..."
Orgrim paused, leaving a few seconds for the chiefs who were not good at thinking to accept what he meant. When everyone raised their heads, he continued:
"That's right! What I mean is that although their civilization is different from ours, they are no different from us in worshiping warriors. In the past three years, the alliance has been frantically sending assassins to kill me. They
Why do this?"
"They know that as long as I die, the warriors of the tribe will suffer an unimaginable morale hit! But remember, this principle also applies to alliance dogs!"
The great chief clenched his fists and beat his chest:
"As long as we can kill Lothar in this battle, the alliance will not collapse immediately, but believe me, this opponent's devastating morale blow will at least bring us a period of training, and when we attack Lothar
When it comes to Sasha, we still need a team of warriors to plunder the alliance’s supplies!”
"That's right! We have no food! But where the enemy has it, it depends on whether we have the courage and strength to seize it!"
"Bang"
The great chief slammed his fist on the table in front of him. He looked at the chiefs in front of him and shouted in an almost roaring tone:
"Tell me! Do you still have your courage and strength?"
"Lok-tar ogar!"
This was extremely inflammatory, and the words that sounded very appealing to the orcs made the orcs in front of them start to make noises. They beat their chests and shouted tribal proverbs. This scene made the war chief nod with satisfaction.
However, when he saw Red Blackhand who was hesitant to speak, Orgrim knew that the cunning kid from the Blackhand family had discovered the loopholes in his proposal, so he shouted loudly before Red could say anything.
:
"I know that this series of failures makes you think that I am not a qualified chief. I know that many people are secretly talking about this. The Dragonmaw clan has openly betrayed the tribe, but it doesn't matter!"
The tribal warrior behind him, Brox Saurfang, stretched out his hand and handed the heavy hammer of destruction to Orgrim's eyes. He raised his black iron hammer and shouted loudly:
"In this battle, I will lead Kor'kron to raid Lothar's position! I swear that I will use Anduin Lothar's head to prove the future of the tribe! Who is willing to go with us!"
This roar made all the chiefs stunned. The next moment, the old sword master, whose whole body was trembling with excitement, raised his flaming blade Sankesu and collided with Orgrim's Doomhammer.
"The Blade of the Blade will always follow you, Warchief!"
"Bang"
The ferocious battle ax also hit the surface of the Doomhammer. Brox moved his shoulders and said in a deep voice:
"This time, I will be just like the one who defeated Shattrath. I will charge with you! If you fall, I will fight to the end where you fell! In the name of Saurfang!"
"Bang"
Kilrogg Bloodeye's hunting stick made from the bones of Draenor's giant beasts also hit the front of the three weapons. The Bloodring Orc Chief said in a solemn tone:
"A long time ago, when I took over as Chief of the Blood Circle, I saw my own death in my lost eyes, but that was definitely not today! It was definitely not here!"
"The Blood Ring Clan is willing to charge with you!"
"And us! We are willing too!"
The orc chiefs roared, and for a moment, the tribe, which was almost split due to Dragon Maw's betrayal and the destruction of food, actually showed signs of reintegration.
Red Blackhand gritted his teeth, picked up the red sword, and shouted loudly:
"The Black-Toothed Smiling Clan is also willing..."
"No!"
Orgrim turned around and looked at Red Blackhand with a solemn look. In front of all the chiefs of the tribe, he said in a deep voice:
"Stop calling yourself the chief of the Black-Toothed Grinning Clan, Red Blackhand, you are no longer the chief of the Black-Toothed Grinning Clan..."
This sentence made Red's heart sink to the bottom. He thought Orgrim had seen through his heart, but the next moment, the warchief's war hammer hit the stone table in front of him.
"You brought Gul'dan's heart back, you killed the traitor with your own hands, you fulfilled your promise, and I will fulfill mine... Red Blackhand, from now on, you will become the chief of the Blackstone Clan.
! And this time, the Blackstone clan does not need to participate in the charge!"
Orgrim put his palm on Red's shoulder and emphasized his tone:
"I need you to take your clan and grab enough war supplies for the tribe while we attract alliance soldiers...so that we can hold on until reinforcements arrive! Can you do it? Chief Blackhand!"
This name silenced everyone in the chief's hall for a moment. The tribe led by Blackhand Blackhand was in a complete mess, but no one could deny that without Blackhand's almost stubborn insistence, the scattered orcs would not have been able to conquer the world.
The dead Draenor formed a Horde and came to Azeroth.
Blackhand was terrible as a warchief, but no one can erase his achievements.
And hearing Orgrim call him "Chief Blackhand", Red's heart was shaken for a moment. He looked at the brown-skinned orc chief in front of him, and he suddenly felt that maybe his father was in Orgrim.
The defeat in hand is not without reason.
But the next moment, his heart hardened again. He promised his father that he would reorganize the orthodox tribe, and he could not be swayed just because of Orgrim's words.
The most important thing is that he himself is the young chief of the Blackstone clan, and Orgrim just gave him what he deserved.
But having said that, in this fanatical atmosphere, Reid couldn't say no at all. He beat his chest hard with his left hand:
"Lok-tar ogar!"
"very good!"
Orgrim raised his head with satisfaction, and his tiger-like gaze swept over the people in front of him. No one dared to look at him. In the majesty of deathly silence, the warchief raised his war hammer high and shouted:
"Then form an army! Let's go...use our weapons to tell the Alliance Dogs that the Horde has not lost yet!"