Orgrim's hands were trembling from the shock and the rage he was suppressing in his heart.
Victory was only one step away from him!
He had thought that he would only need a few more days to take over the most important city of the Alliance and crush the will of the Alliance, turning them into stray dogs that would scatter the moment they met the Horde.
Now, he no longer had that chance, and the chances of victory were slim. But in his heart, glory was always the most important thing.
Orcs who lost their glory were worthless.
Killing the enemy was glory!
Saving their brethren was glory!
Killing the traitors was glory too!
None of these could be left out.
But why was everyone so eager to kill the traitors first?
Orgrim saw the fear and hesitation in the eyes of the lesser chiefs.
Fear? Hesitation? Were they still Orcs?
Just as Orgrim was about to explode, he suddenly saw a huge flag the size of the city gate rise from the east gate of Lordaeron. It was that damned Duke Marcus' Blue Storm Flag again.
The chief's body trembled involuntarily.
He understood now!
This was the consequence of his failure to win against Duque. It was a huge explosion after accumulating so many times!
Most Orcs were innocent! Without so many twists and turns, they didn't know what a strategic retreat was. They only knew that their chief had never won against the owner of the Blue Storm Flag even once.
Or rather, winning was still considered a loss.
When he refused to attack Cuel Salas, he was once again thought that he was afraid of Duque. Or rather, these lesser chiefs who had suffered under Duque no longer had any hope of winning against Duque. They would rather deal with Gul 'dan, who also seemed quite strange.
Orgrim felt aggrieved.
"Tomorrow, the entire army will advance and attack the camp in the north of the human city! If anyone disagrees with my orders, then [Makgora] will take care of them! If not, then go and prepare! "Orgrim forcefully used his authority as the chief to approve this attack plan.
After giving orders to the chiefs and their deputies, Orgrim was the only one left.
The next day, Grom saw smoke rising from the other side of Lordaeron even though he did not receive any specific orders from Orgrim.
"One far away, two near. Three smoke signals. Hmm, this is the signal to attack."
Smoke was a simple form of communication, and could only be used to send simple signals. Seeing that the humans did not stop them from attacking the city, Grom subconsciously thought that Orgrim was pressuring the humans.
From the very beginning, Grom had been attacking with his entire army.
In less than half an hour, there was good news.
"We're about to take the gate!" an orc roared. Grom Hellscream's rugged face broke into a smile.
Victory was right in front of them!
Before this, no matter how many warriors he sent, they would not be able to take down the thick defensive line between the Silverpine Forest and the Tirisfal Woodlands, but the situation had changed.
While passing through the line of defense abandoned by the humans, Grom saw with his own eyes a large number of fire-breathing iron lumps abandoned by the side of the road.
To the orcs, moving those heavy things was not a problem, but it would be difficult for the humans to use carriages to move those things on the narrow forest muddy roads.
Obviously, Orgrim's attack on the main city of the Alliance from the east had caused a lot of panic among the humans. In the many days of marching, Grom saw many abandoned supplies, and even wounded soldiers who committed suicide in despair.
The humans were panicking.
That was what Grom was sure of.
Actually, his judgment was not wrong. Before returning to Lordaeron, if not for Duque's plan, the entire Lordaeron army would have been defeated by the Horde's western army. Even if they did not, other than Mograine's Scarlet Cross, the rest of the Lordaeron army would not have much combat power.
Now, the city gate had been severely deformed by the relentless attacks of the orcs. Once the gate was breached, his warriors would be able to rush into the city, kill the remaining guards, and raze the city to the ground.
With this as a stronghold, they could quickly occupy other parts of the continent, drive the humans to the coast, and push them into the sea. In the end, the continent would belong to the Horde, and they would end this war and start a new life.
After holding back for so long, Grom finally saw hope.
He carried his famous huge axe [Blood Howl] in the Alliance and the Horde and watched his soldiers attack the city gate once again.
If only the two-headed ogres were here, Grom could not help but think. Those big guys would be able to climb up the city wall and use their weapons to carve a few holes in the thick stones. However, he was curious. Why did the battle cries sound like they were coming from the north of the city?
Shouldn't it be better to attack the east gate if they wanted the humans to be distracted?
But at this moment, there was a roaring sound from behind the city wall in the distance.
Wind?
Where did the wind come from?
Looking from afar, a large golden cloud was gathering above the city gate at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then, accompanied by a golden bolt of lightning, it struck the Orcs who were attacking the city gate. Suddenly, the black oil that had floated on the moat was ignited.
Flames shot into the sky, and almost instantly, the orcs who were crossing the moat and climbing the city wall were burned into human-shaped torches.
Fire!?
It's fire again?
The golden thundercloud continued to gather in the orcs' direction. A few bolts of lightning fell on the orc's huge siege weapons, exploding in the midst of the orc infantry who were hiding behind the siege weapons and dodging arrows and javelins.
With a few loud booms, flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Grom's heart was bleeding.
Those were the elites of the Warsong Tribe! They had been through hundreds of battles and the baptism of fire in Silverpine Forest. They were wearing the thickest armor of the Horde, and yet they were electrocuted just like that?
The golden thunderballs created a few large holes in the ground that could bury dozens of people. The rocks that were blasted into the air, the broken limbs of the Orcs, and the pieces of armor that flew out caused secondary damage to the surroundings. For a moment, screams of agony could be heard.
At this moment, huge red fireworks rose from the north, west, and south of the orc army.
Suddenly, a loud horn sounded from the three directions at the same time.
Three to four kilometers away, what looked like a forest suddenly became a blur. Then, rows of humanoid figures wearing silver armor appeared in front of the orcs.
The silver wave surrounded the orc army in the shape of a crescent. It felt like there were countless human soldiers. Their numbers had long surpassed the orcs' mathematical abilities.
Ordinary orcs only knew that there were a lot of humans.
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