Orgrim's hands were trembling at the blow and the suppressed rage in his heart.

Victory is only one step away from yourself!

In my mind, at most he could occupy the most important city in the alliance in a few days, defeat the resistance of the entire alliance, and turn them into a stray dog ​​that collapses when they meet the tribe.

Now, there is no more opportunity and victory becomes increasingly slim, but in his heart, glory is always the first priority.

Orcs who have lost their glory are worthless.

Killing enemies is glory!

Saving fellow countrymen is glory!

Killing traitors is also honor!

None of these can be missed.

But why are everyone eager to kill the traitor first?

Orgrim saw the fear and hesitation in the eyes of the young chiefs.

Fear? Hesitation? Are they still orcs?

Orgrim was about to get angry, but suddenly he saw a giant flag as wide as the city gate raised from the east gate of Lordaeron, and the blue storm flag of the damn Duke Marcus.

The chief's body trembled involuntarily.

He understood!

This is the consequence of his unbeatable outcome for Duke, and the explosion after many accumulations!

Most orcs are simple! There are not so many twists and turns, and they don’t know what strategic retreat is. They only know that their chief has never won even once when he faces the owner of the blue storm flag.

Or, if you win or lose.

He refused to attack the city in Quel'thalas, and was once again considered to be afraid of Duke. Or, these little chiefs who had thoroughly grasped Duke's misery had no hope of defeating Duke. They would rather deal with Gul'dan, who also looked quite weird.

Orgrim felt a little frustrated.

"Tomorrow, the whole army will advance and attack the camp north of the human city! If anyone has any objections to my order, then solve it [Markgora]! If not, then prepare it for me!" Orgrim forced the power of the chief to pass this offensive plan.

After commanding the tasks of the chiefs and deputy, only Orgrim was left.

The next day, although he never received any specific instructions from Orgrim, Grom saw the wolf smoke rising from the other side of Lordaeron.

"One far and two near, three wolf smokes, well, the attack signal is correct."

Wolf smoke is a simple means of communication and can only be used to transmit simple signals. It is found that humans did not stop themselves from siegeing the city. Grom subconsciously believed that Orgrim had given greater pressure on humans.

From the beginning, Grom almost attacked the entire army.

Good news came in less than half an hour.

"We're going to take the city gate!" A orc roared, and a smile appeared on Grom's rough face.

Victory is right in front of you!

Although before this, no matter how many soldiers he sent, he could not chew off the thick line of defense at the border between Silver Pine Forest and Tirisfa Forest, the situation had reversed.

While passing through the line of defense that was discarded by humans, Grom saw with his own eyes that a large number of fire-breathing iron lumps were discarded on the roadside.

For orcs, moving heavy things is obviously not a problem, but it is probably difficult for humans to use carriages to transport these big guys on narrow forest dirt roads.

Obviously, Orgrim attacked the alliance's main city from the east and caused great panic to these humans. During the many days of march, Grom saw a large number of discarded baggage, and even wounded soldiers who committed suicide in despair.

Humans panicked.

Grom believes so.

In fact, his judgment was not wrong. Before returning to Lordaeron City, if Duke had not made any plans, the entire Lordaeron army would probably be defeated by the tribe's western legion. Even if it did not collapse, except for Moglani's Blood Crusade, other Lordaeron Legion would not have much combat power.

Now, the city gate has been seriously deformed under the unremitting impact of the orc vanguard. Once the city gate is broken, his soldiers can flock into the city, kill all the remaining guards and flatten the city.

With this place as a stronghold, they can quickly occupy other parts of the continent, drive humans to the sea and push them into the sea. In the end, this continent will belong to the tribe, and they will end the war and start a new life.

After so much distress, Grom finally saw hope.

He carried his famous alliance and tribe's giant axe [Blood Roar] and watched his soldiers strike at the city gate again.

It would be great if the two-headed ogres were here, Grom couldn't help thinking that those big guys should be able to climb up the city wall and use their weapons to make several big holes in the thick stones. But he was wondering why the shouts of killing across the city seemed to be coming from the north of the city?

Isn’t it better to make humans ignore each other?

But at this moment, a surging whistling sound came from behind the city wall in the distance.

wind?

Where did the strong wind come from?

From a distance, a large area of ​​golden clouds gathered over the city gate at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then accompanied by a golden lightning strike at the orcs hitting the city gate. Suddenly, the black oil that floated to the moat was lit.

The fire soared into the sky, and almost instantly burned the orcs who were crossing the river and climbing the walls into a personal torch.

fire!?

It's actually a fire again?

The golden thunder clouds gathered larger and larger, and continued to float towards the orcs, and several lightning bolts fell on the orcs' huge siege tools, and exploded among the orc infantry gathered behind the siege tools and avoided arrows and javelins.

There were a few loud bangs, and the crowd suddenly flew with flesh and blood.

Grom's heart is bleeding.

Those are the elites of the War Song clan! They have experienced many battles, experienced the baptism of the flames of the Silver Song Forest, and were wearing the thickest armor, but they were electrocuted to death like this?

The golden thunder ball opened several large pits on the ground that could be buried in dozens of people. The stones that were blown away, the orcs' limbs, and the splashed iron pieces of armor caused secondary damage to the surrounding area, and screamed in a while.

At this time, several huge red fireworks rose to the north, west and south of the orc army at the same time.

Suddenly, a loud trumpet sounded from these three directions at the same time.

Those things that had been looking like the woods three or four kilometers away were suddenly blurred, and then they were rows of human-shaped objects in silver-white armor.

The silver waves were half-moon-shaped to tightly surround the orcs' troops, and they felt like countless human soldiers, whose numbers had long exceeded the scope of the orcs' mathematical ability that could be calculated.

Ordinary orcs only know that there are many humans, many. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!