Orgrim was annoyed.
The failure to cross the sea to attack Southshore was a humiliation in his history as a great chief. Even though everyone knew that this was only one of Orgrim's larger scale probing attacks, it was impossible for them to win. This was because Zhan Ge's 25,000 warriors were the only ones who had participated in the battle. The rest of the warriors were mostly from the smaller clans.
But a failure was a failure. The simple and violent Beastmen had no concept of feints.
Most of them thought that Stormwind City was taken by the Blackhand Great Chief, and that Orgrim had just returned to pick up an empty city. Iron Furnace Castle, which was supposed to be Orgrim's victory, was not completely conquered.
It wasn't that Kilrogg Deadeye's Bloodloop Clan didn't work hard, but when they reached the gates of Iron Furnace Castle, the Bloodloop Clan's warriors were stuck. No Beastman could withstand that kind of three-dimensional, all-encompassing cannon fodder attack.
Many times, a hole suddenly appeared in the mountain wall, and fatal shots, guns, or even cannons would shoot out from inside.
His greatest achievement was pushing through the gates and almost entering the Dwarves' core area. Then, the warriors that killed their way in were met with the Dwarves' steam tanks and various cannons.
Those Beastman warriors were killed just like that.
This had nothing to do with courage, it was purely a matter of battle philosophy.
Just now, news came that Orgrim had failed again.
The scouting fleet that came back from the Swamp of Sorrows was that the fleet that he had painstakingly built was almost completely annihilated, and not a single ship could return.
"From the shore to the deepest part of the sea, a huge whirlpool that spanned the entire area?" Orgrim felt that the Beastmen's luck had run out, even though he didn't really believe it.
In the past, he might have been able to recite the blessings of his ancestors. However, after almost all the Orc Shamans abandoned their traditions and changed from Shaman to Warlock, he had never heard of any Warlock who could still sense the call of Mother Earth.
What Orgrim had to face was that winter was coming. Before the end of this winter, he might not be able to organize a proper battle across the sea.
Wetlands, as the name suggested, was an area formed by a large number of swamps and shallow puddles. Spending the winter here was a nightmare. Beastmen were hardworking, but given a choice, no one would be willing to spend the winter in such a wet and cold place.
Not long after Orgrim became the Great Chief, his reputation started to show.
He did not have enough confidence to subdue those hot-tempered chiefs. Moreover, the requirements seemed so reasonable.
"We are willing to fight to the death for our tribe. But at least give us a peaceful winter. No clan would choose to start a war in winter unless it was a disaster that would wipe out the entire clan. "
"We have conquered an entire continent. The warriors of the tribe are very tired, and winter is the season to produce the next generation of warriors. I can't oppose this tradition."
What are the Orcs doing in the winter? As long as there was enough food, the Beastmen would roast themselves over a fire, eat the food that had been stored, and carry the female Beastmen to give birth to the little Beastmen.
This was a tradition that had been passed down for tens of thousands of years.
Orgrim reluctantly agreed to withdraw the army to the south, to the more comfortable Loch Modan area. In order to appease his Blackrock tribe, he even moved most of them back to the Elven Forest.
Of course, the Blackrock tribe was happy to travel for half a month back to this territory that they had sacrificed more than 100,000 of their kind to conquer. After all, it was warmer there, and Duque did not burn all of the forest. There were still many trees that could be used as charcoal to keep them warm during the winter.
Orgrim's only consolation was that his new assistant, the Chief of the Dragonmaw tribe and Shaman Zulusid, brought him 'that news', as well as his biggest worry – Gul 'dan was injured.
He went to see Gul 'dan yesterday.
The former ruler of the tribe was not in good condition.
"Apologies, Chief. The humans have a very powerful mage. Even though I heavily injured him, I won't be able to work for the tribe for a long time." As he spoke, Gul 'dan's breath was weak, and his shoulder was completely covered in ice.
Or rather, half of his body was stuck in a block of ice.
Orgrim squinted his eyes. He had seen human ice magic before, but this was the first time he had seen such a terrifying one. An icicle had pierced through Gul 'dan's shoulder. With the wound as the center, there was a terrifying cold energy that didn't dissipate.
Orgrim roughly used [Hammer of Destruction] to smash away half of the ice, but it was useless. The ice seemed to be like a slime that could grow infinitely, and in just a few seconds, it returned to its original state.
Orgrim furrowed his brows.
"This is a mysterious energy method of humans called [Arcane Circuit]. That powerful mage injected a portion of his power into my body, and it formed an independent circuit. Before I destroy this power, my injury will not heal. "
Orgrim nodded. "Rest well."
Orgrim left after saying this. He did not even ask Gul 'dan to provide more Death Knights.
Who knew that as soon as Orgrim left, Gul 'dan would sneer. In front of his confidant, the Twin-headed Ogre Warlock Gugal, the ice on his shoulder shattered with a loud bang. The seemingly extremely cold and powerful icicle was now stuck in Gul 'dan's shoulder like a small piece of chopstick.
"Orgrim, you fool who doesn't know what power is. Very well, go back to your war. I still have other things to do. Because of your relief, I will have more freedom to focus on these things. I will continue to play the role of a loyal Warlock who was wounded for the glory of the tribe. But I swear … this will not be forever. Soon I will get what I seek, and then you and the tribe will disappear from my sight forever. 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 according to my plan! Ha ha ha ha! "
Gul 'dan laughed wildly. His laughter greatly encouraged the remaining Warlocks of the Shadow Council …
After Orgrim left, he went straight to the Dragon's Roar Tribe's encampment with his guards.
Next to the Patriarch's tent, Orgrim saw a thin and wrinkled old Beastman, but there was still a pair of sharp brownish-red eyes under his gray and tattered braid.
"Zuluhid!" Orgrim shouted.
The old Beastman Shaman looked towards the source of the voice and found that it was the Great Tribal Chief calling his name. He immediately stood up and pushed away the wine glass and large plate placed in front of him.
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