Orgrim was very annoyed.

The failure to attack Nanhai Town across the sea was already a shame in his chief's resume. Although everyone knows that this was just a relatively large-scale tentative attack by Orgrim. Because the main clan that really fought was only more than 25,000 of Zhan Song's people, and most of the other soldiers came from small and medium clans.

But failure is failure. There is no concept of feint in the eyes of simple and crude orcs.

Most of them believed that Stormwind was captured by the great chief of the black hand, and Orgrim just turned around and picked up an empty city. The Iron Fort, which was supposed to be Orgrim's record, was unable to completely capture it.

It was not that Kilrogue's blood ring clan did not work hard, but that when he attacked near the gate of the Iron Fortress, the warriors of the Blood Ring clan were stuck. No orc could withstand that three-dimensional, all-round cannon fodder attack.

Many times, if there is a sudden hole in the mountain wall, fatal shootings, or guns, and worse, cannons will be shot out.

The biggest record is to advance into the door and almost enter the core area of ​​the dwarves. Then the warriors inside encountered the pocket array made by the dwarves with steam tanks and various cannons.

Those orc warriors were so gray.

This has nothing to do with courage, it is purely a matter of combat philosophy.

Just now, the news came, and it was another failure of Orgrim.

The news from the Pathfinder fleet that came back from the Sorrow Swamp was that the ocean-going fleet he had worked hard to build was almost wiped out, and even one of them could not come back.

"From the shore to the deepest sea, the super giant vortex across the entire sea area?" Orgrim felt that the orc's luck had run out, even though he never believed it.

In the past, he might have been talking about the protection of the ancestors' spirits, but after almost all orc shamans abandoned the tradition and changed from shamans to sorcerers, he never heard of any sorcerer who could sense the call of Mother Earth.

What Orgrim had to face was that winter was coming. Before the end of this winter, he would probably not be able to organize a decent cross-sea battle.

Wetlands, as the name suggests, are areas composed of a large number of swamps and shallow puddles. Spending winter here is simply a nightmare. Orcs are hard-working, but with choices, no one would want to spend the winter in such a wet and cold place.

Shortly after Orgrim took office as Chief, the disadvantage of a bit of lack of reputation began to emerge.

He didn't have enough confidence to suppress the irritable chiefs. And the requirements seemed to be so reasonable.

"We are willing to fight for the tribe. But at least give us a safe winter. Unless it is a disaster of extermination, no clan will choose to start a war in winter."

"We have already captured a whole continent, and the tribe warriors are very tired, and winter is the time to produce the next generation of tribe warriors, and I can't object to this tradition."

What are the orcs doing in winter? As long as there is enough food, all the orcs are roasting on fire, eating the saved food, and holding the female orcs and living a little orc.

This is the tradition that orcs have passed down for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

Orgrim had no choice but to agree to withdraw the army to the south, which was a little more comfortable in the Lockmodan area. In order to appease his Blackstone clan, he even moved most of the Blackstone clan orcs back to the Elvin Forest.

Of course, the orcs of the Black Stone clan were happy to travel for more than half a month and returned to this territory that had sacrificed more than 100,000 compatriots of the same race. After all, it was even warmer, and not all the forests burned by Duke, and there were also a large number of trees that could be used as charcoal fire to keep warm in winter.

Orgrim's only comfort was that his new deputy, the chief and shaman Zulushid of the Dragon Throat Clan, brought him 'that news' and that his greatest heart disease, Gul'dan was injured.

He went to see Gul'dan yesterday:

The tribe's former ruler was in a bad condition.

"Sorry, Chief, humans have a very strong mage. Although I also hurt him hard, it is obvious that I can't serve the tribe for a long time." While speaking, Gul'dan was not only as angry as a gossip, but his shoulders were completely covered with huge ice.

It should be said that half of the body was embedded in an ice cube.

Orgrim squinted his eyes. It was not that he had seen the human mage's ice magic, but it was the first time he had seen it so terrifying. An ice cone pierced Gul'dan's shoulder. With the wound as the center, a terrifying cold energy gathered there without dispersing.

Orgrim rudely used the [Doom Hammer] to smash nearly half of the ice cubes, but it was useless. The ice cubes seemed to be an amoeba that could increase infinitely, and in just a few seconds, they returned to their original state.

Orgrim frowned.

"This is a mysterious energy method called [Arcane Circle] in humans. The strong man injected part of his power into my body and formed an independent cycle. My injuries could not be healed before destroying this power."

Orgrim nodded: "You should recover from your injuries."

Orgrim left after saying that, and did not even ask Gul'dan to provide more death knights for the tribe.

Who knew that as soon as Orgrim left, Guldan sneered. In front of his confidant, the two-headed ogre magician Gugar, the ice cube on his shoulder shattered. The seemingly cold and powerful ice cone was left with only a small piece of chopsticks stuck on Guldan's shoulder.

"Ogrim, you idiot who doesn't know what power is. Very well, go back to your war. I have other things to do, because of your peace of mind, I will have more freedom to focus on these things. I will continue to play this loyal warlock who is so gloriously wounded by the tribe. But I swear... this will not be forever. Soon I will get what I seek, and then you and this tribe will disappear forever before me. I will set up a new force to replace you, a force that is only loyal to me, and then I will transform the world as I plan! Hahahaha!"

Gul'dan laughed wildly, his laughter greatly inspired the remaining warlocks of the Shadow Council...

After Orgrim left, he led his guards to the Long Roar Clan's headquarters.

Next to the patriarch's tent, Orgrim saw a thin and wrinkled old orc, but there was still a pair of sharp brown-red eyeballs under the gray and ragged braids.

"Zulushid!" Orgrim shouted.

The old orc shaman looked at the voice and found that it was the chief calling his name, so he immediately stood up and pushed away the wine glass and large plate in front of him. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!