Over at the Horde, Orgrim was troubled as well.
This was because there was a very important fulcrum in his plan that he couldn't break through.
The fulcrum was Garona, the female Beastman that Orgrim had caught by accident, but she had a tough backbone that exceeded Orgrim's expectations. Perhaps it had something to do with Gahrona growing up as a slave. She had an unimaginable tolerance for pain.
The straightforward Beastmen weren't good at interrogations. All of their interrogation methods were based on simple violence.
If Orgrim wanted to get the location of the Shadow Council from Gahrona, he couldn't really kill her. However, not only was Gahrona incredibly tough, there seemed to be a mysterious power in her body. Once Gahrona's life force dropped to a certain level, it would wrap around her. Even if Orgrim used [Hammer of Destruction], he wouldn't be able to break it.
When this mysterious Orc's life force and stamina recovered to a certain level, Gahrona would become a captive once again.
This situation was driving Orgrim crazy.
He was indeed eager to overthrow the Great Chief Blackhand to avenge his good friend Durotan. Unfortunately, he couldn't capture the Shadow Council or Gul 'dan. Even if he defeated the Great Chief, he would still be treating the symptoms and not the root of the problem.
Once the Shadow Council, hiding in the dark like a poisonous snake, made Orgrim's scalp go numb just thinking about the mysterious power of the curse.
The only good news was that the humans couldn't hold on much longer. Every day, there would be more than one wave of Orc assault teams breaking through the moat. Some even crossed the barbican and rushed up to the city walls. If it wasn't for the elite emergency forces that the humans had formed to suppress the Orcs' attacks with a large number of long-range attacks, the city walls might have already been breached.
Orgrim was still conflicted. Stormwind was the first large foreign kingdom they encountered after crossing the portal. Conquering its capital was definitely a great honor. If this honor was accomplished by the current Great Chief Blackhand, then even if Orgrim succeeded in the challenge, most of the Orcs in the Horde would still remember the former Great Chief's good deeds.
Even if he achieved even more glorious victories in the future, the simple-minded Orcs would still think that he stole Blackhand's achievements and continued to follow Blackhand's path of victory.
Just thinking about it made him feel like he was suffocating.
As the Great Chieftain of the 'future' generation, Orgrim's greatest strength aside from his insane combat ability was his intellect. He was one of the rare Great Chieftains among the Orcs who had foresight and were so cold that they were almost utilitarian.
When he didn't have absolute control over everything, he would choose to be patient.
However, on the 25th day of the siege, Orgrim sensed that the human's combat power had reached a critical point.
"You said that there are no more than 100,000 humans in Stormwind City?" Orgrim had a complicated reaction to the scout's report.
"Yes, when the situation is calm, humans can evacuate about ten thousand people a day. However, there have been a few days of strong winds and heavy rain recently, and the retreat of the humans has almost come to a halt, "the scout leader reported.
Orgrim felt his heart ache. If the humans didn't have so many tricks up their sleeves and only relied on the low city wall, the tribe would be able to breach the city in two or three days. At that time, hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians were captured. Not less than a hundred thousand. The tribe wouldn't have to sacrifice more than 20,000 warriors and 70,000 orc labourers during this period of time.
Thinking about this, Orgrim felt his heart ache.
At the beginning, the humans didn't have any power to fight back, but now they were able to attack and defend, causing the tribe's losses to increase. Even if the simple-minded people in the tribe still thought that the humans were useless, Orgrim knew that if they let too many of them escape, the tribe would have to pay twice the price to wipe them out in the future.
He couldn't wait any longer!
No matter what price he had to pay, he had to destroy the enemy's rearguard here. If he couldn't truly destroy the human's combat power, this battle-hardened army would become the tribe's biggest problem in the future.
Thinking about this, Orgrim no longer hesitated. He wanted to advise the Great Chieftain to launch an all-out attack tonight.
At the same time, in Stormwind Keep.
The few people who held the fate of the Stormwind Kingdom gathered together.
Duque said softly, "The Horde's all-out attack will be tonight."
Laing suddenly looked up, "Are you sure?"
"I purposely let the Horde's scouts pass through my defensive line to observe Stormwind Port." Duque's casual words gave people a strong feeling that everything was under Duque's control.
Noxus took a deep breath, "Indeed, the last 50,000 is the minimum number of troops needed to defend Stormwind City."
Bolvar suddenly looked up at Duque, then at Laing, "Your Majesty, I strongly suggest that you leave with the last batch of ships tonight! You are the King of Stormwind, you … "
"Enough! Bolvar! " King Laing suddenly stopped the loyal Bolvar, "Since Duque said that he had the confidence to send us away at the last moment, what else do we have to hesitate about? I can't accept running away like a coward, abandoning my people who trusted me! If you want to ensure that Stormwind has a King, Varian has already been sent to Southshore. "
These words were already very harsh, almost cutting to the heart. Bolvar had almost risked his life to speak, but his words were undoubtedly a vote of no confidence in Duque, who had been so slow in coming up with the final plan.
"My apologies, Duque, Bolvar is just …" Laing scolded Bolvar, and immediately turned to apologize to Duque.
"No, this is my problem. I should not have used His Majesty as a part of the plan."
"No — Duque, you did nothing wrong! You have already explained to me the risks that I will face. At worst, I, the King of Bereavement, will die for my country. No, it should be said that if this plan does not succeed, I would rather die for my country. I do not have the face to beg those fellows for charity like a stray dog. "
Laing suddenly raised his head, looking straight at Bolvar and the other most loyal subjects. Everyone could see the will to die in Laing's eyes.
Wise and great, these had always been Laing's labels.
But very few people had thought that Laing would rather die than submit, and would be so unyielding.
Perhaps many people would think that losing to the powerful Orcs was not such a shameful thing, but they neglected the feelings of a king who was determined to achieve great things, but had to give up his own capital and the thousand-year foundation of his ancestors.
Duque also sighed. In 'history', because Laing was assassinated, Stormwind City fell, and Lothar was forced to go into exile with the little prince Varian.
Now, 'history' had changed slightly, but the strength of the Orcs had not changed. If not for Duque, perhaps Laing would still have died here.
"Alright, as long as you all listen to me, I can guarantee that even if Stormwind City falls, we will still be able to bite off a piece of meat from those green-skinned monsters."
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