The west wind was chilly, and the autumn wind made everything on the Burning Steppes seem even drier.
The dry and barren land emitted an endless amount of heat. The source of the heat was naturally the active volcanoes on the steppes, including the Blackrock Mountain in the northwest of the Burning Steppes. These volcanoes continuously spewed lava, and the scorching lava changed the landscape of the steppes almost every second.
Great Chief Orgrim sat on the eastern platform of the Blackrock Spire on the Blackrock Mountain. He looked at the scenery in the distance blankly.
Although it was called the Blackrock Spire, it wasn't obvious from the outside.
This was because the entire "spire" was embedded in the towering Blackrock Mountain. Dozens of streams of hot lava flowed down from the lava vents on the mountain, creating many vertical lines that divided the grey-black Blackrock Mountain into many parts.
The so-called Blackrock Spire was actually more appropriate to call it the Blackrock Fortress.
Orgrim didn't know that the platform he was sitting on would become the burial ground of the Black Dragon Prince, Nefarian. He just stared blankly at the scenery outside the platform.
To the north was the Scorching Canyon, which was also emitting a high temperature. The Dark Iron Dwarves who had recently reached an agreement with the Horde were working in crude furnaces in the canyon, forging weapons for the Horde day and night.
To the south was the Burning Steppes. More than 150,000 Orc warriors were camping on the slightly flat ground at the foot of the Blackrock Mountain. These Orcs who had just crossed the Dark Portal and arrived in the World of Azeroth didn't know the terror of the Alliance and the Red Dragon Army. They were waiting for the arrival of the Battle of Glory.
The 100,000 Orc laborers were also excited to be given high-quality weapons. They felt that this was a chance to change their status.
At this time, the chief of the Dragonmaw Clan, Zuluhed, arrived. He looked at Orgrim who was sitting on the edge of the platform and said rudely, "Great Chief, the new warriors of the Horde hope that you can go and say a few words."
"Say a few words? I'll go. But not now. "Orgrim didn't even turn his head.
"Why? Do you know that our people are impatient? After all, they all drank that stuff. "
"Yeah! Perhaps we should thank the Devil's Blood for making the Beastmen violent and belligerent, and we don't have to worry about their morale being low. " Orgrim did not bother to hide his sarcasm. "Yes, it is because of the Demon's Blood that we Beastmen still have absolute confidence in our victory. We can even tolerate a bastard like me sitting on the seat of the Great Chieftain, instead of a brave warrior using Makgora to kill me."
Zuluhid was silent.
Looking out from the Blackrock Tower, most of the Orcs below were newcomers to Azeroth. They had never experienced the helplessness of not being able to win despite having the upper hand. They had never experienced the pain and despair of being killed by humans step by step after occupying more than half of the continent.
Where were the clans that used to be the strongest in the tribe?
The Blackrock Clan could almost be declared extinct. After experiencing the burning of the Elven Forest, the burning of Stormwind City, the crossing of the sea, and the battle of Lordaeron City, as well as the Blacktooth Clan, which had split from the Blackhand Brothers, the Blackrock Clan, which used to be the strongest clan in the past, had nearly 300,000 people and 200,000 warriors. Now, there were less than 5,000 people left in the clan. They could not even compare to a third-rate clan.
Under the leadership of the Blackhand Brothers, the Blacktooth Clan was first tricked by Duque in the Arathi Highlands. Then, after chasing after Gul'dan, they killed a few thousand people from the Storm Predator Clan, and then disappeared. Everyone knew that the Blackhand Brothers did it on purpose.
More than half of the Warsong Clan had collapsed. The remaining clansmen, under the leadership of Grom, hid in the deep mountains of the Tirisfal Woodlands.
The Bloodring Clan had also collapsed. They had basically lost to Dan Moluo's Iron Furnace Castle. Most of them had died in the siege battle. Recently, they had carried out the Great Chieftain's fortress strategy and wiped out the Red Dragon Army. There were less than 10,000 clansmen left under Kilrogg Deadeye.
The Frostwolf Clan had been exiled by Gul'dan to the Alterac Mountains in the northern continent before the war. After Durotan was killed, the Frostwolf Clan had completely cut off contact with the Horde.
Under the Red Dragon Army's betrayal, the Dragonmaw Clan suffered the most tragic massacre. There were less than a thousand people left under Zuluhid.
The Fireblade Clan had always been a clan with few people. After Darl Triple Bloodblade and Samuro died in battle, the Sword Saint team also suffered heavy losses. There were less than 10 Sword Saints left in the Horde.
The former Storm Predator Clan and the Twilight Hammer Clan, which were dominated by Ogres, did not even need to be mentioned. Who knew where those bastards had run off to.
The Black Scar Clan … After Kashdrak died in battle at Grimbator Fortress and most of his clansmen were killed by the enraged Red Dragon, it was rumored that Kashdrak's trusted aide took the next chief, the young Nazgrel, and crossed the Arathi Highlands to seek refuge with the Frostwolf Clan before the Alliance launched a counterattack.
The Shattered Palm Clan was still alright. Kargath Bladefist, the battle maniac, had even asked the Great Chieftain for a battle yesterday …
However, any Beastman with a bit of brain knew that the Horde was going to lose.
Orgrim had no intention of making things difficult for his deputy.
He let out a long sigh. "I am thinking about the meaning of this war that we are about to lose."
"Meaning?"
"Yes!" Orgrim raised his head and looked towards the northern sky.
The first year of the Dark Portal that the humans spoke of was the most magnificent and glorious year for the entire Horde. The Horde's territory expanded crazily towards the entire north. The territory that they had opened up was almost equivalent to the entire territory known to 'our world'.
This was also the year when the entire Horde's fighting spirit was at its strongest, and the chief's ambition was the most inflated.
Thanks to the veterans who had experienced the war with the Draenei, it was these elites that easily crushed the resistance of the Stormwind Tribe.
However, just like all dreams had a beginning and an end, the Horde's arrogant dream of conquering the entire World of Azeroth within three years reached its peak in this year. However, in the second year, they crashed into the cold and cruel wall of reality. It seemed like a coincidence, but in reality, it was inevitable that they would fall apart.
Orgrim let out a deep sigh. "In retrospect, even without Duke Marcus, we would have definitely failed."
"Why?" Zuluhid did not understand.
Orgrim's rugged face was filled with regret.
"We were too arrogant. In the beginning, we massacred almost all the intelligent races that could be seen in this world. We pushed almost all of the intelligent races to the opposite side of the Horde. If I could go back in time, and if I could control the Horde earlier, I would have used gentler methods. For example, I would have first occupied all the areas in the wilderness where there were no intelligent races living. Then, I would have eliminated those weak races to create more living space for the Horde. Finally, when we have obtained an absolute advantage, we would then destroy any alliances that might appear. "
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