I thought there would be at least a battle, even on a small scale.

Who would have known that under the witness of a group of alliance bosses and countless soldiers, those vicious orcs... surrendered without any backbone.

Just because of Duke's words, and the blue storm battle flag flying behind him.

Twelve thousand orcs surrendered!

They surrendered just like a beast, with the most vicious appearance, strong muscles like wild animals, and weapons that can kill beasts?

"No! It's not like this! It shouldn't be like this..." A tall and burly figure sobbed in confusion among the alliance's army.

When hundreds of thousands of orcs were buried in the sea of ​​fire, he never cried.

He never cried when he was hiding in the fish's belly.

When great failures come again and again, hundreds of thousands of compatriots died, he never cried.

Because he knew that no matter how many deaths were, the orcs he knew were still the orcs he knew.

The unruly great race that still stands between heaven and earth with its violent and courage in the most difficult environment.

Now, more than 10,000 people bent down their knees before they even fought with each other and lowered their heads that had never been lowered to anyone.

Is this still the orc I know?

Are these orcs who dare to face the orcs who are countless times stronger than themselves and who also launch a desperate charge?

Even though he was penetrated by thick iron chains and bound by huge metal torture tools, he was firmly locked in a specially made huge prison car, Orgrim never moved at all.

However, at this moment, Orgrim let out a howling cry. He roared in the orc's words heart-wrenchingly.

"Stand up! Orcs!"

"Are you still great orcs?"

"Aren't you afraid of dying and enduring the punishment of your ancestors?"

"Stand up! Orcs, you are definitely not slaves of alien races! Stand up and pick up your weapons and fight! You would rather die while standing than live on your knees!"

Every orc in the audience heard the cry of their former chief.

Some people are in pain, some are hesitant, some are confused, but more so are nervous and trembling.

Orgrim forgot that he roared like this as a prisoner. If he were still the free and noble chieftain half a month ago, even in desperate situations, every orc would continue to support him before the new chieftain came out.

This is the iron rule that the orcs have been circulating for thousands of years. Either you use Makgora to defeat your chief and make yourself the law; or you obey everything, even if you let you die.

Now, even the Great Chief has become a prisoner of humanity. What hope does we have on our own?

Orgrim saw in despair that countless orcs looked up at him in trembling, and then lowered their heads, completely, and like a slave, he pressed his forehead against the dry and hot red land.

"No" Orgrim let out a scream of the highest scale.

At this moment, he finally knew Duke's sinister intentions.

This seemingly thin young man knocked off the backbone of the tribe in his own way.

Things like spine! Once broken, your waist will never be straightened again.

Duke used this method to destroy the entire tribe. So what if these people escaped from the control of the alliance? They only remember that it originated from the alliance and Duke's fear. They would only be in panic all day long and would never have the confidence and will to confront the alliance.

"No..." Orgrim sat down weakly: "It's over. It's over! Everything is over."

He muttered that at this most desperate moment, Orgrim was not thinking of himself, not his current tribe, but the last hope in his heart.

Yes! Guyle!

His close friend, Durotan, the bloodline of his former chief of the Frost Wolf clan!

After he sent people back to the world of the Dark Gate, he returned to Nagran, and after asking the great shaman prophet, he learned the last hope of the tribe.

At the beginning, he didn't know what the "tribe's only hope" meant in the prophet's message. He just instinctively sent a swordsman from the small number of Fire Blade clan to protect his close friend's son.

Now, he got it.

It is ridiculous to pin your hopes on an orc baby who is less than two years old. Unfortunately, he found helplessly that this was his only choice.

Only the Frost Wolf and the War Song clan who are still out of the world and have not been completely defeated by the alliance or destroyed their spirits are the soul and backbone of the formation of a new tribe in the future.

Orgrim's cry gradually became less and he was careful to hide his hopes. He didn't even dare to look at Duke in front of him. He was afraid that this young and terrifying human who seemed to have expected everything would discover the last secret in his heart.

Behind, Lotha raised his hand with a sigh of relief, and ten thousand alliance soldiers rushed forward and began to control the orcs.

There is no need to sacrifice without war. At the moment when the overall situation is determined, each additional alliance soldier or bring him back to his hometown will be one more member of the family.

Anduin Lothar is a man who is deeply aware of sacrifice and reproduction of race.

Just as Lothar wanted to suppress all the orcs, Duke waved his hand.

"how!?"

Duke said lightly: "I want to plant indelible fear in the hearts of these orcs, which is more effective than any shackles and torture."

"oh?"

Duke turned his head and looked at the most special 'king' in the league, Speaker Kenreto with silver-white hair fluttering in the wind: "Master Anthonydas, can you seal the door of darkness now?"

Anthonydas came over on horseback. After dismounting, he unfolded his magical spiritual sense. After carefully sensing it, he showed a bitter expression.

"This... the energy of the Dark Gate is too huge. I'm afraid something will happen to me alone."

Even though the Dark Gate was no longer the high-energy state that was the first to send troops from Drano with all his might, after all, this was a thing made by two demigods. If one is not good, a big explosion will occur, and all living beings within a radius of several kilometers will be wiped out immediately.

What Anthony Das remembered was naturally Duke.

"Duke, do you remember that time at Otlank?" Anthonydas said quietly.

What he mentioned was the huge ice tornado that destroyed hundreds of red dragons. That time, it was the first time that the two of them cooperated perfectly. In a sense, although Duke could not call such huge magic, Duke's ability to manipulate magic... Even if Anthonydas didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that Duke's manipulation power was above him.
Chapter completed!