On the battlefield, the situation was extremely heated.
After suppressing the Alliance at the Saladin Wall, the Horde desperately needed a diversion to vent their anger.
Of course, Orgrim found one — of course, it was Gul 'dan's betrayal.
Orgrim immediately mobilized the two brothers, Rend Blackhand and Maim Blackhand, and led fifty thousand men to chase after Gul 'dan's Twilight Hammer and Storm Predator Clans. Apart from that, there were also many Dragon Knights.
The chairman was right, 'to defend against foreign aggression, one must first pacify internal affairs'.
Orgrim did this in a comical manner.
He wanted to quickly deal with Gul 'dan, and then endure until winter. When more Orcs came from the Dark Portal, he would regroup next spring and attack Lordaeron again.
After all, with the Arathi Highlands as a bridgehead, there would be no need to fight those disgusting naval battles and land battles. If all else failed, they would open a road to the Hinterlands through the high altitude mountains between the Arathi Highlands and the Hinterlands. It all depended on how the Alliance defended the long front.
Unfortunately, his opponent was Duque.
Duke's goal was to kill as much as possible of the tribe's strength.
Even when he was not here, there were still legends about him.
Du Ke was no longer around, but his plan still had epoch-making guidance. That's right, Orgrim's last ten thousand men did indeed cross the Alterac Mountains day and night to avoid the Alliance's pursuit. They crossed the entire Hinterlands and returned to the Sea-Viewing Cliff.
At the Sea-Viewing Cliff, Gul 'dan did indeed destroy many ships, but there were still many left. After three days of hard labor, Orgrim finally managed to gather enough ships for thirteen thousand Orcs and a thousand Trolls to cross the sea.
Since he sent out the Blackhand brothers, Orgrim naturally wanted to return to the wetlands. After reorganizing the clans, he would regroup and stabilize the frontline of the Arathi Highlands.
Orgrim gritted his teeth and swore that he would learn from the humans and build a bunker.
That's right! He would build a fortress on the east side of the Saladin Wall that the humans would have to sacrifice a hundred thousand lives to take down!
Unfortunately, his grand plan was not realized before he suffered a heavy blow.
Thinking about it, Duque knew that Orgrim could only return to the Southern Continent from the Hinterlands, so how could he not have a backup plan?
Moreover, it seemed like the heavens were not interested in protecting these foreign butchers of the Horde. Just half an hour after Orgrim's fleet set sail, they ran into a storm.
In this day and age, any sailor with a modicum of experience would act according to the weather.
Unfortunately, Orgrim's subordinates were all muscular men who relied on brute force to conquer the sea.
They acted recklessly, and then they were punished.
The gale raised a terrifying triangular wave that was at least ten meters tall, easily capsizing all the small, newly built transport ships. Only the transport ships that were built earlier and in better condition barely survived the storm.
However, after the storm subsided, Orgrim was ambushed by the Nagas and the Murlocs before he could even calculate his losses.
"Hahaha! In the name of our master, Duke Marcus, kill all those green-skinned creatures! "Vara, the Furious Scale Naga Priest, laughed heartily.
"Gaalaooooooo (Kill all the Orcs)!" Murloc Prophet Morgor yelled.
Countless Murlocs rushed to the surface of the sea from the depth of ten meters. The storm had little effect on the bottom of the sea. Basically, one could not feel the wind and waves ten meters below the surface of the sea. Just now, the merfolk were simply picking up the human heads, drowning those who had drowned or those who had been thrown to the surface of the sea. Then, they cut off the heads and returned to the place designated by Duke to present the heads as a tribute.
Now, countless murlocs rushed to the surface of the water with crude weapons and climbed onto the low orc transport ships. They bullied the orcs who had been fighting against the storm for several hours and had exhausted their strength.
They shook the not too wide Orc transport ships, causing the Orcs to lose their balance. On the shaking ships, the heavy weapons that the Orcs were so proud of became a burden.
One after another, the transport ships were captured by the Murlocs.
"No —" Orgrim screamed at the top of his lungs.
However, he could only watch the scene unfold from the flagship. There was nothing he could do.
The Great Chief never thought that the last elites of the Blackrock clan would be buried here. After all, this was the last group of Blackrock Orcs who had fought against the Draenei. They had rich experience and the strongest physique. They were the elites of the elites.
They defeated the Draenei who played with the Holy Light. They were the vanguard of the expedition to Azeroth. They had killed more than 100,000 humans in the Elven Forest, killed the long-eared High Elves, destroyed Alterac, fought under Lordaeron, and attacked the North Camp of the Alliance.
They had never surrendered to any enemy, but because they were not good at swimming, they were going to die here?
"Great Chief, let's go!" Torghese of the Dragonmaw Clan rode his dragon and swooped down at high speed. He let the dragon hover in the air. The dragon turned its snake-like neck and let out a threatening roar at the Murlocs in the distance.
Unfortunately, there was only one dragon, and it had followed to cover the Great Chief. A normal Red Dragon did not have the stamina to stay in the air for so long. Only a dragon over a thousand years old could cast an anti-gravity spell on itself, allowing its huge body to hover in the air effortlessly.
"Great Chief, let's go. The damned Murlocs are already digging at the bottom of the ship, "Orgrim's personal guard captain, Hamark, said.
Dragons were the rulers of the sky, but not the king of the sea. No matter how strong the dragon's breath was, it could not evaporate the entire Endless Sea. As for the Murlocs digging at the bottom of the ship under Mogor's command, the dragon could not do anything.
"No, I can't abandon you." Orgrim's eyes turned red as he looked at his brothers who had accompanied him for more than 10 years.
"No, you must abandon us, for the sake of the tribe!" The Orc Warriors stared at Orgrim as if they weren't looking at their Great Chieftain, but at the last flickering flame of hope in the wasteland of despair and destruction.
For the tribe!
This sentence deeply pierced Orgrim's heart.
It was not that these brothers of the Blackrock Tribe did not know how terrible the situation was, nor did they not know who caused their world to wither and die, but they still silently raised their weapons and continued to fight.
They did this for only one reason — for the tribe.
Yes! They were wrong! They trusted the wrong Gul 'dan! They also started a wrong war.
But for the continuation of the tribe, they could only make mistakes again and again.
But no one regretted it, because of the same reason —
For the tribe!
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