Burning shells traced scorching trajectories in the air, falling from the sky with ear-piercing screams.
Marshal Gatheris, whose face was stained with blood, raised his head and saw the cannonball hitting the city wall in the distance, causing the city wall that was already covered in blood and began to break to suffer another heavy blow.
"boom"
The flames of the shell explosion swept through everything around them, tearing the bodies of exhausted human soldiers into pieces, and covered the battlefield with blood and death in an extremely vivid way.
But the human counterattack did not pause because of this. The artillery on the city wall was still pouring firepower at extremely high speeds at the densely packed orcs below.
The five-day siege has made both humans and orcs numb to death. The initial enthusiasm has been worn away. At this stage of the war, both sides are at the end of their game. In the most brutal war of attrition,
, unable to endure the long and almost endless torture, the party that retreats first will be shrouded in the shadow of failure.
Marshal Gatheris stood at his sentry post. He looked down and saw that on the smoke-filled battlefield, the number of the orc army had been reduced by one-third, and the human army defending the city was almost completely wiped out. Rodan
The civilians in Lun City have been armed to replace the soldiers to resist the endless siege of the orcs. The war has entered the final stage.
He raised his head and looked at the forest outside the battlefield. The marshal knew very well that the key to victory no longer lies in Lordaeron. Now it depends on which reinforcements from both sides arrive first. If Marshal Lothar on the front line can catch up with the orc reinforcements,
Before coming, if you enter the Tirisfal region, the orcs will have no choice but to retreat.
"Losa..."
Gatheris recited the name silently, and whispered in his heart:
"If you really inherit the bravery and greatness of Emperor Thoradin...then don't let us down! We have paid such a heavy price, we must win!"
"May the walls of Lordaeron be as strong as ours!"
When the marshal opened his eyes, even though his body was extremely exhausted, the light in his eyes became sharper. He saw another orc hanging ladder set up on the edge of the city wall. He drew out his heavy sword and rushed in that direction.
past:
"Fight back! Fight back!"
"Throw these greenskins into their own hell!"
On the other side, in the orc camp, Warchief Orgrim's face was gloomy. He looked at the tactical map in front of him, and an uncontrollable anxiety beat in his heart.
"Saurfang's reinforcements are already two days late..."
The chief placed his fist on the table in front of him: "The frontline troops are already very tired. If they don't come...I'm afraid..."
Orcs are not gods, and orcs will be tired, especially in siege battles that are seriously detrimental to their own side. Orgrim led 30,000 orcs into Lordaeron, but after five days of tug-of-war, only a handful of orcs were left.
There are less than 12,000 men. If it weren't for the power of Orgrim suppressing the orc army, with this terrible battle loss ratio, even the orcs' morale would collapse.
Like Gatheris, Orgrim is also a very good commander. He knows very well that the key to victory has fallen on the reinforcements of both sides.
But Saurfang, who had never let him down, was strangely late this time, which made the Warchief feel a little bad in his heart.
He hates this feeling.
"Shua"
The curtain of the tent was opened, and a tall figure strode into the tent:
"Great Chief! I'm back!"
"Um?"
Orgrim raised his head and saw Saurfang's figure. An undisguised joy appeared on Orgrim's face. He looked at him and asked loudly:
"How many people did you bring back? Ten thousand! As long as there are ten thousand people! We will definitely win!"
The warchief's joy made Saurfang's heart twitch. The brave orc warlord half knelt on the ground and whispered:
"I...I came back alone. Gul'dan betrayed us. He took away the Ravager clan and the Twilight's Hammer. The warchief, our reinforcements...are gone."
"boom"
The table in front of Orgrim suddenly shattered under the bombardment of his fists. The murderous aura surging all over his body was like an enraged beast. He tried his best to suppress his anger, but this kind of thing had nothing to do with victory.
The frustration that passed by made the chief's heart extremely cold.
"You just let him take away my reinforcements! Where is Zuluhid? Didn't I ask him to check and balance Gul'dan! That waste!"
Orgrim strode forward, grabbed Saurfang's collar with both hands, and lifted him into the air. He roared loudly:
"I trust you so much! I trust you so much! Saurfang! You...you disappoint me so much!"
"Zuluhid is dead. He died in Quel'Thalas... Warchief, this is all my fault. I am the sinner of the tribe, I admit it!"
There was no fear on Saurfang's face, only a calmness that put life and death aside, and he said in a deep voice:
"But it's time to retreat, Warchief. The human reinforcements will break through our defenses at any time. Once we are surrounded by them, we won't be able to leave. It's time to leave... retreat to the south and regroup."
"boom"
As soon as Saurfang finished speaking, he hit him with a heavy punch in the face, knocking the orc warlord to the ground. He raised his head with difficulty and saw Orgrim lifting his war hammer.
, walked toward him menacingly.
Saurfang did not dodge, he straightened up as if resigned to his fate, his eyes were clear:
"Gul'dan went to the wetlands, and Talon Bloodfiend's death knights are assisting them. I rushed back to report the news. Warchief, he is no longer trustworthy!"
"Shua"
The warhammer fell from the sky, and Saurfang closed his eyes. For this warrior who was extremely loyal to the tribe, dying at the hands of the chief after committing such an unforgivable sin was a deserved outcome.
But he waited for several seconds and did not feel the pain. When he opened his eyes, he saw the Doomhammer in Orgrim's hand hovering on his forehead. The warchief's breathing was heavy and he was still angry.
To the extreme, but the gnawing anger in his eyes has disappeared.
"Snapped"
The warhammer was thrown aside, and Orgrim took a step back. His whole expression looked as if he had aged more than ten years. He shook his head:
"No, this is not your fault, Saurfang. You are an upright warrior. You are no match for Gul'dan when you play tricks. This is my fault. When I caught Gul'dan, I should have
Kill him with one blow instead of listening to his flattery and allowing him to continue to be active in my tribe."
"I can't attribute my mistakes to you. It's not your fault."
Orgrim took a deep breath, as if he had lost all power, and he slumped down in his chair. This moved Saurfang, who was ready to wait for death, because of Orgrim.
Only with Mu's strong personality can a warrior like Saurfang become loyal to him.
"We still have hope! Warchief, my brother has stabilized the territory around the Kingdom of Stormwind. As long as we retreat there! With the Dark Portal at our back, we will not fail!"
Saurfang said loudly:
"There are still tens of thousands of our soldiers in the Black Stone Tower, Great Chief. Even if we fail this time, humans will never think of breaking into our new home! The land in the southern part of the continent still belongs to us!"
Orgrim shook his head and sighed:
"We have lost the best opportunity to completely defeat the Alliance. They will be completely twisted into a rope. I have already foreseen the direction of the future war. We will be repulsed, compressed, and eventually be attacked on all sides... Stormwind City is not in danger.
Defend! We have to return to Redridge Mountains and Blackrock Spire!"
"Alas, a year's hard work and the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers were just... wasted by that bastard Gul'dan!"
"Gul'dan!"
Orgrim roared angrily:
"Give me back my legion!!"
In this unwilling roar, the two orcs were heartbroken...
Ten minutes later, the order for a full retreat was passed to each warlord, and Talon Blood Demon was summoned to the chief's tent. As soon as the death knight entered the tent, he was blocked by more than a dozen weapons.
whole body.
Gorefiend looked at the scene in front of him in shock. All the orcs glared at him, as if they wanted to eat him. And his eyes also saw Saurfang sitting aside, and Gorefiend suddenly jumped in his heart.
"Damn it! Gul'dan told me clearly that Saurfang is dead...that bitch! He lied to me!"
"Blood Demon, do you have any last words?"
Orgrim's whole body was shrouded in deadly murderous intent. The Blood Demon was sure that if he didn't say a word, he would be quartered on the spot. However, this guy was a wise warlock, and he quickly found a way to survive.
road.
He quickly took out the stone from his waist and handed it to the chief. He said sincerely:
"Warchief, I know that my private contact with Gul'dan is unforgivable! But believe me, I do it all for the sake of the tribe..."
This sentence made the chiefs and warlords in the tent laugh with laughter, but Gorefiend ignored the ridicule. On the contrary, he said slowly:
"When you were all dazzled by the easy victory, I was the only one who saw the defeat that the tribe might encounter. It was for this reason that I made a deal with the cunning Gul'dan. Warchief, we failed.
, but it doesn’t matter! This stone can help us win victory again!”
"Um?"
Orgrim was stunned by the categorical words of the Blood Demon. He reached out and picked up the stone. He waved his fingers, and the swords against the Blood Demon's body were retracted. The Death Knight coughed lightly, and he hid his eyes.
Unwilling to be unwilling, he disguised himself as the most loyal guard and said in a deep voice:
"This is a curse code! Warchief, you may not know its existence, but what I want to say is that Gul'dan used this thing to block the elemental spirits of Draenor. Yes, it was that bastard who ruined us.
The world... The curse code can block the elements of a world, and naturally it can also block the magic of a continent. Great Chief, think about it, as long as we lay this thing, we can drive away the magic of the southern part of the continent!"
The blood demon opened his hands:
"Without the existence of magic power, human mages and priests would not be able to cast spells. But in the face of human warriors, would the orcs be afraid?"
"As long as it is there! Humans will never be able to invade the southern part of the continent. It will always belong to us! It will always belong to the tribe. We can rest quietly and wait for the next counterattack!"
The death knight entered the role, and he mocked the surrounding chiefs and warlords wantonly:
"You are all just working hard for victory, only me! Talon Blood Demon, only I am working hard for the survival of the tribe! What right do you have to laugh at me?"
"But that's not why you colluded with Gul'dan!"
Orgrim said coldly: "You knew Gul'dan would betray you, but you still concealed this secret! You have to bear at least half of the responsibility for this failure... But what you said makes sense. If it really happened, you would say
It’s so miraculous, it can make up for it.”
"Shua"
The stone was thrown back into the blood demon's hand, and the warchief's voice was still cold:
"Your life has been saved for the time being, Blood Demon. I want you to rush back to the south as quickly as possible and arrange this curse code! Dar and Brox Shiga will assist you. If you still let me down..."
The Blood Demon clenched his fists and shouted in the cold voice of a death knight:
"I will never let you down! I am different from Gul'dan! I am loyal to the Horde!"
The Fire Blade Sword Saint Old Dahl escorted the Blood Demon out of the tent. Orgrim looked at the map behind him unwillingly. He was only one step away from victory, but now, the distance was as far away as an insurmountable abyss.
.
"Alas...retreat!"
"Leave from the Alterac Mountains. We must leave before human reinforcements arrive..."
Two hours later, Orgrim was riding on his wolf. He looked back at the dilapidated city walls of Lordaeron. He gritted his teeth, and a fire of anger and unwillingness danced in his eyes:
"Lordaeron, I will come back!"
At this moment, Saurfang drove the wolf to Orgrim. He solemnly saluted his warchief and said softly:
"It's time to go, Chief. Although it is cruel, at this time, we should all face our own destiny."
"Saurfang, you...you have changed."
Orgrim suddenly had a strong feeling that he would soon lose Saurfang, forever.
"Did something happen to you?"
The chief grabbed the warlord's wrist and said in a deep voice:
"Tell me! My most trusted warlord, don't forget that we still have to counterattack Lordaeron together, but I feel that you seem to have given up everything. What happened to you?"
"If possible, I would also like to see the day when the tribe takes over the world, but..."
Saurfang smiled with difficulty, and there was no regret in his smile. He said softly:
"There is a price for me coming back to report the news. Chief, I am very satisfied that I can send you to a safe place. After everything is over, I will repay the price. I made an oath, don't let me become a coward and a coward."
Oathbreaker, don't let me become the kind of person who even looks down upon myself."
"It's an honor to fight alongside you, Warchief! This is a supreme honor. Even after death, I will sincerely wish your tribe prosperity!"
"But now...it's time to go. We don't have much time left."
