The green-skinned orcs of the tribe rushed into the heart of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the strongest among the seven human kingdoms, burning, killing, and looting all the way, and the Tirisfal area near the royal capital was turned into a mess.
The orcs carried out a massacre around Lake Lordaemir, which was very close to the royal city of Lordaeron. Three small towns were razed to the ground, and thousands of civilians died tragically. This massacre completely frightened the residents of the kingdom, and they abandoned
After losing their own family property, they rushed into the Royal City of Lordaeron with their families and took refuge. Some of the people were gathered by the Kingdom's Grand Duke Mograine in the monastery north of Tirisfal, where they formed another line of defense.
After taking over the Alterac Mountain Passage, and rushing into the hinterland of Lordaeron on the afternoon of the third day, Kingdom Marshal Gathris, who was guarding the walls of Lordaeron, saw the first orc appear in the field of vision, and then
An entire green army with war flags representing different clans fluttered under the sky of Tirisfal, while the defensive garrison of Lordaeron only numbered 30,000 people.
This must be a real fierce battle. From the marshal to the soldiers, everyone who is still in this city is ready to die in battle. Only in a real crisis can the integrity of a king be reflected.
.
Compared with King Perenolde of Alterac, the already old King Terenas Menethil not only did not abandon the city of Lordaeron, on the contrary, after learning the news of the arrival of the orcs, this
The old king also wore ceremonial armor and personally encouraged the warriors on the city wall.
Although many people know that this is just a show, in such a war, being able to defend a city with soldiers is enough for a feudal king!
"Champions of Lordaeron!"
"If the barbaric orcs are destined to enter this city! Then I... Terenas Menethil, the king and guardian of this kingdom, will be the last person standing in front of them! From today on,
I am also a member of the city’s defense team!”
The old king held his sword high. Under the gaze of tens of thousands of soldiers, he raised his head proudly. The crown shone brightly in the sun. This old king, whose hair and beard were completely white, was also a brave warrior when he was young. Although
Time has made his body grow old.
But when he stood on the battlefield again, his eyes under his white eyebrows were still like a lion awakened by a predator, and his sonorous voice, with the help of mages, spread throughout the city.
"They have to get over our bodies to enter the city and harm our people!"
"And we will tell them with the sword in our hands! Their roars cannot frighten our courage! Their axes cannot break our souls!"
"Lordaeron must win! The Alliance must win! Humanity must win!"
"Humanity will win!"
The whole city screamed at this moment. Under the sun, facing the threat, the last courage of mankind was finally ignited. Under the order of Marshal Gatheris, the artillery placed on the tall city wall opened fire, bringing mankind's despair.
The unyielding will sent the first wave of tempted orcs into hell amid thunderous explosions and flames.
The sound of artillery and the wild roar of the orcs also represents that the invasion war of Azeroth, which has lasted for 6 years, has finally reached its end at this moment, and the dispute between humans and orcs is about to come to an end.
However, at this important moment, the frontline commander of the orcs was not their wise chief, but Old Dahl of the Burning Blade clan. Orgrim went to an important place, and his whereabouts were top secret!
But he will arrive soon, and like the old human king Terenas, Orgrim is not willing to miss this final war feast.
Where is he?
He's in Alterac Valley!
This is a world of ice and snow. This valley is located in the northwest of the Alterac Mountains, not far from Tirisfal Glades. This valley is rich in materials. Although the temperature is cold all year round, the various resources produced here are
Enough to ensure the survival of the few humans living here.
But Orgrim didn't come here to kill the pitiful humans, he came here to meet his old friends.
The brown-skinned chief was half-kneeling in the snow. In front of him were two tombstones with a strong orcish style. A somewhat broken flag was draped on them. They were white wolf heads and snowflakes, which represented the orcs'
Clan-Frostwolf!
And on the tombstone, the name of the owner of the cemetery is written in the orc language.
"Durotan, the son of Chief Galadar, the greatest chief of the Frostwolf clan, and his wife Lady Draka are buried here."
Alterac Valley scene The drifting snowflakes fell on Orgrim's shoulders. The back of this always steadfast and powerful warchief looked so lonely in the falling snow.
His guards stood far away, and the warchief did not want to be disturbed now.
Orgrim looked at the tombstone in front of him. He stretched out his hand and wiped the snow off the tombstone. There was a touch of gentleness in his eyes, and he said softly:
"Durotan, old friend, I am very lonely when you are not around."
"No one in this tribe can understand me. They fear me, they are afraid of me, and they obey me just because I can lead them to victory. But I know that in the end, after losing the enemy of humans, the violent blood flowing in their veins will
, will still divide the new world we have finally occupied."
"Everyone thinks we are about to win, but I know, Durotan, just as you once said, the real difficult war of the orcs has just begun. Unfortunately, even now, I have not found a way to deal with this violent soul.
..”
"If you were still here, you would definitely be more suitable to be the chief than me. With your wisdom and bravery, old friend, we should have joined forces to rule the tribe."
He took a deep breath, looked at the smaller tombstone next to him, and said sadly:
"Draca, my friend, I broke my promise. Even if I searched most of the human world, I couldn't find your son, my nephew Go'el, but I will not give up. I don't believe that I inherited the Frostwolf
The blood of Go'el will die in this new world...I will find him! After defeating the Human Alliance, I will search every corner of this continent!"
"I swear to you! I will find him and train him as my heir! I will take Guyel with me to realize the new world we have promised!"
"I will use my hands to build a new civilization for the orcs! I swear!"
As soon as Orgrim finished speaking, a cold voice sounded in the snow-covered forest behind him:
"Get out of here! Chief of the tribe, you are not welcome in the Frostwolf clan!"
Along with this sound, the originally silent forest came alive at this moment. Hundreds of Frostwolf orcs armed with spears and swords drove their war wolves and rushed out of the forest, with undisguised malice.
, they surrounded Orgrim and his guards.
These orcs have brown skin and green skin. They seem to share the same enemy. The most terrifying thing is the wolf pack following the Frostwolf Cavalry. The huge wolf pack should be the most terrifying predator in this valley, but
Now, they have become the Frostwolf clan's best partners and comrades-in-arms.
The howls of the wolves came one after another. They looked at the dozen orcs surrounded with the eyes of predators. As long as their companions gave an order, these violent wolves would pounce on the orcs in front of them and completely kill them.
Tear into pieces.
Faced with this terrible threat, the Warchief's Kor'kron guards tightened their weapons. The Frostwolf clan, which had been exiled for more than three years, seemed to be stronger than they imagined.
The leader of this group of frost wolf orcs is an old orc riding on a snow-white war wolf. His eyes are covered with black strips, which means that he is blind. He is bald and has a long beard full of gray.
, looked very old, but when he walked out from the surroundings of the Frostwolf Orcs, the cold wind in the entire valley was howling, and the falling snow was dancing wildly, as if he was welcoming his master.
When he appeared, the frantic wolves also calmed down, and this scene was inexplicably awe-inspiring.
The old orc jumped down from the huge war wolf. Every time he took a step, the elite Kor'kron guards protecting the war chief took a step back. There was no way, the old orc's momentum was too strong, just like in this valley.
Like an incarnation, it pressed towards them brutishly, making them almost unable to breathe.
"Get out of the home of the Frostwolves! Orgrim!"
The old orc shouted: "We don't want to have any contact with your tribe anymore! Your war and your victory have nothing to do with us anymore!"
"Elder Drek'Thar!"
Orgrim stretched out his hand to push away the nervous guards. He looked directly at the old orc in front of him without fear. He felt the howling of the cold wind and hostility in front of him. He said softly:
"It seems that the elemental spirits of this world have recognized you again. You are more powerful than I remembered."
Faced with this kind of flattery, the old orc ignored it at all. He "looked" at Orgrim silently, waiting for his explanation. The warchief thought for a moment and said sincerely:
"Elder Drek'Thar, I'm sorry for what happened to Durotan. I'm also in pain. I have personally killed the warchief Blackhand who facilitated this conspiracy. Now I lead the tribe. I have already reached Lordaeron.
Below the city, I hope the Frostwolf clan can return to the tribe, and I promise that what happened in the past will never happen again!"
Faced with the war chief's solicitation, the powerful orc shaman did not answer, but the frost wolf orcs following him began to roar:
"Liar! You are a liar, Orgrim!"
"It was you who killed Chief Durotan!"
"Where is Gul'dan's head? We heard about you, and you still let him continue to serve you!"
"The tribe exiled us! Now you want us to join you! Delusion!"
"We won't go with you! You are butchers! You kill human children! You have no honor!"
The Frostwolf orcs are probably the last tribe in the current tribe that still inherits the traditions of the orcs. Although some tribesmen have drank the blood of demons, with the help of shamans, they can control themselves and have not fallen to the level of harmony.
Like other clans, they completely lost the honor of the orcs.
It was precisely because of the persistence of the Frostwolf clan that they were arbitrarily exiled by the black hands of the previous war chief. Even their beloved and respected chief Durotan and his wife were assassinated in the hills of Dunho by assassins sent by the Shadow Council.
Near the castle.
This incident has become an irreconcilable disaster between the Frostwolf clan and the tribe.
"I don't want anything to happen to Durotan either!"
Faced with this accusation, Orgrim shouted loudly: "He and I have been best friends since childhood. We are brothers beyond blood! I killed all the warlocks of the Shadow Council to avenge him, leaving Gul'dan behind.
It’s also because I need him to defeat humanity for me!”
"But he won't live forever!"
The great chief set his sights on the old orc shaman, and he said in a deep voice:
"Believe me, Elder Drek'Thar, I will prove it with actions! I don't expect you to join my tribe immediately, but I have to drain all the power I can use to attack Lordaeron. I just hope
, for the sake of being orcs, the Frostwolf clan can guard the passage to the Alterac Mountains for us, once..."
"No need to say more!"
Drek'Thar interrupted Orgrim's description, turned around, and disappeared into the forest on the wolf:
"Strong winds and snow will completely block this mountainous area, but we only have 7 days. We are unwilling to confront humans head-on, and we are unwilling to let the second home we finally found suffer war again."
"And I, I am waiting for your action, Orgrim... If Durotan was here, he would also make this choice, but this is the last time! Orgrim, don't let the Frostwolf down, don't
Disappoint...your brother who sleeps underground!"
"Thank you! Elder Drek'Thar."
The warchief put his fist on his chest sincerely and shouted to the old orc:
"I will fulfill Durotan's last wish with my own hands! I will not let this world repeat the same mistakes!"
When the last Frostwolf orc disappeared, the warchief breathed a sigh of relief. He looked back in the direction of Tirisfal and said to the guards around him:
"Go, gather all the orcs guarding the mountains, and follow me to the battlefield!"
"There are no worries anymore, now... let us bury the alliance completely!"
