Orc Sword Master is an ancient title. It is said that he can stir up the battle situation and reverse the outcome by himself. It was once thought to be just a legend.
Varian looked at the blind sword master in surprise: "After Samuro, do the orcs still have sword masters?"
Sylvanas' eyes were sharp: "Varian, you misunderstood the Orc Sword Master. It is more of a secret medicine than a profession."
"What, secret medicine?" Varian was a little confused.
"The Juggernaut is an ancient secret inheritance in the world of Draenor, related to the collapse of the Ogre Empire." Sylvanas whispered.
The blind swordsman moved, took out a black pill and swallowed it. His body expanded rapidly, his muscles became ferocious, he let out a violent roar, and he clenched the giant sword on the ground with both hands.
"Your soldiers are dead." Sylvanas gloated.
Immediately afterwards, the blind sword master's body quickly spun and rushed towards the alliance soldiers like a whirlwind.
Neither the sharp bows nor the strong shields could stop the sword master's advance. The sword brought up a storm and harvested the flesh and blood of the alliance soldiers.
Of course, the blind sword master also paid the price. His body was collapsing, his skin was cracked, and a large amount of blood oozed out, and he soon became a bloody man.
But it still couldn't stop the advancement of Blade Storm.
No one could survive under this terrible storm of swords. Soon, there were only broken flesh and blood on the city walls.
After the sword storm stopped, the blind sword master was left with only a withered skeleton, and the huge sword like the door panel had gaps everywhere.
"So this is the sword master of the orcs."
Varian showed a look of awe. Thousands of Alliance soldiers who stormed the city wall were slaughtered in an instant, and the orcs retook the city wall.
Sylvanas said coldly: "With one pill and a giant sword, all orcs can become sword masters and kill thousands of enemies. Varian, are you sure you want to launch an attack?"
Varian shook his head quickly, who knew how many such pills the orcs had.
Of course, Blade Storm is not impossible to break. For example, cavalry is faster than Blade Storm, but cavalry cannot play a role in siege warfare.
Sylvanas sneered and said: "You should have known a long time ago that Orgrimmar was looted not long ago and the military ration reserves were insufficient. It only took dozens of days of siege and everyone would starve to death. You should not be so happy about your success and waste your soldiers."
their lives.”
Varian wanted to retort a few words, but unfortunately he had nothing to say, so he could only force himself to stay calm and said loudly:
"The reinforcements from Stormwind City have been assembled, and 30,000 reinforcements will go to Orgrimmar to end Garrosh's rule."
Sylvanas shook her head: "No, your army should rush to the outer realm, not here."
"Outland?" Varian was confused again.
Sylvanas said sternly: "Varian, if your victory is just for another orc to sit on the chief's throne, what's the point of the sacrifice of the alliance soldiers? You got involved in the orc civil war for no reason, but you did nothing."
If you don’t get it, do you like this ending? Or do you just want to waste the lives of the soldiers?”
Varian blushed. Those who attacked Orgrimmar believed in the female orc Jaina. They made an impulsive decision that did not benefit the Alliance.
"Your target is Thrall's evil orcs?" Varian asked in surprise.
Sylvanas nodded: "Motheridon is seriously injured and has not recovered. This is a good opportunity to attack Hellfire Fortress. We cannot allow the orcs to continue to serve as the chief of the tribe."
Northern Castle.
Vol'jin and Baine played chess face to face, and scouts kept reporting on the situation in Orgrimmar.
The coalition of the Alliance and the Forsaken had won the victory, Garrosh had become a lonely beast, and Vol'jin smiled with satisfaction.
Bain asked worriedly: "Vol'jin, are you really confident that you will pass on the position of warchief to Sylvanas? You and I both know this woman. She is more dangerous than Thrall and Garrosh."
Wo Jin smiled lightly: "A senior troll said it well: After I die, I won't care about the flood."
"You are really..." Bain didn't know what to say, so after a long while he said: "A qualified chief."
Vol'jin held a chess piece: "Now Garrosh is of no importance. Defeat is only a matter of time. The only obstacle is Thrall. I know Thrall very well. If he returns to the position of warchief, he will definitely
Learn your lesson, be more cruel than Garrosh, and the tauren of Mulgore will be slaughtered to pieces."
Bain was a little disbelieving and whispered: "I know Garrosh wants to establish a pure-blood tribe composed entirely of orcs. Will Thrall do the same?"
Vol'jin sneered: "Don't you understand? Garrosh replaced Thrall because of the pure-blood tribe and was appreciated by the moon god Elune."
Bain hesitated and asked: "What about you? Will you also establish a tribe of pure-blooded orcs?"
Vol'jin shook his head and said deeply: "I have a better way, Bain, now it's time for the team. You should return to Mulgore immediately and lead the tauren to join the coalition besieging Orgrimmar. I will take the Dark Spear with me."
The Horde will soon arrive, and Garrosh's reign must end."
After the defeat in the Valley of Eternal Blossoms, Thrall led a few elite evil orcs to retreat. As soon as they reached the Misty Veil Plank Road, Thrall was resting in the inn, and he picked up a newspaper and was shocked.
"Yesterday, the great savior Thrall delivered an important speech at the Tianchan Monastery in the Emerald Forest: The evil Garrosh has been defeated, and the suffering of Pandaria is over. Thrall, the savior, heals this painful land with fairness and justice. The great savior Thrall
Thrall, the savior, emphasized that it must be
Accelerate the crazy breeding of jinyu and hozen, and use the crazy breeding to the buffalo and panda people. Representatives of the jinyu, hozen, panda and buffalo people responded one after another, supporting the great decision of Thrall, the savior, and bringing Pandali to the world as soon as possible.
Akhil became a paradise for orcs.”
Sal scratched his head and thought, I haven't gone back yet, how can I give a speech?
Suddenly, an unpleasant thought arose in Thrall's heart, and he quickly thought of the ogre Jaina.
The ogre Jaina combines the witchcraft of the Goria Empire with the magic of Dalaran. Her transformation ability is flawless and cannot be seen through by ordinary people.
"Damn ogre." Thrall quickly understood what happened.
There is only one way to save the situation, and that is to enter the Cave of Time and seek help from the God Envoy. The Moon Goddess Elune should not want to see an ogre showing off his power.
When Thrall rushed back to the Caverns of Time, the Kor'kron army suffered a disastrous defeat and Orgrimmar was surrounded.
For some reason, the envoy looked exhausted. He reluctantly listened to Sal's complaint and asked absently:
"You said an ogre was impersonating you?"
"Yes, yes, that is an evil ogre. It will definitely ruin things."
"What's his name?" the angel asked.
"Gianna!"
The envoy looked at Thrall with a strange expression, and Thrall whispered: "As we all know, Jaina is an ogre."
"Okay, okay, I will deal with this ogre." The divine envoy waved his hand, his expression suddenly became solemn: "I have talked with Wo Jin."
"That damn traitor, what did he say?" Thrall gritted his teeth.
The divine envoy raised his eyebrows: "Wo'jin's idea is very good. I think he is more suitable to serve as the chief of the tribe."
Thrall was stunned.
The divine envoy said in a non-negotiable tone: "I will help you deal with that ogre, but the condition is that you must support Wojin."