Magni wasn't stupid. He knew that if Duque was willing to help the Bronze-Bearded Dwarves like this, Duque would definitely get something in return.
But Magni was willing to trust Duque.
Duque was just too reliable.
Apart from the soldiers who had no choice, Iron Stove Castle had given them almost everything they wanted in the past year.
Medicine, food, daily necessities, unsmelted iron ore … Anything Magni asked for, there was nothing Duque couldn't get. If he really couldn't get it, Duque would send a letter to explain his difficulties. Most of the time, the things that were sent were just the right amount, and never in terms of quality or quantity.
And during the period of the Iron Stove Castle's war, Duque's name as the God of War had spread throughout the continent.
Every time, they would win against the many, and they would defeat the strong with the weak, but they had never lost.
If it was Duque, it wouldn't be surprising for him to come up with some groundbreaking ideas.
Recently, Duque didn't seem to be having a good time. Rumor had it that because Duque was too outstanding and made the people of Lordaeron lose face, Terenas formed the King's Alliance to exclude Duque from participating in the final battle.
Southwest of the Scorching Canyon, Stormwind was indeed fighting a war to revive the kingdom. It was fine for Duque's 30,000 private soldiers to go back to the Elven Forest.
However, with the Red Ridge Mountain completely unable to break through, they summoned Duque, the Alliance's Deputy Commander, to the main battlefield, but didn't let Duque control any of the troops. What was this?
Dwarves were mostly straightforward, and Magni hated these kinds of deceitful political battles. He especially hated the Lordaeron people's "I'm your boss, come and worship me" way of doing things.
In fact, everyone could see that the Orcs were going to kneel sooner or later. If they wanted to have enough say in the alliance after the war, they had to produce a good result in the final battle.
Now that Duque wanted to use the dwarves to teach the people of Lordaeron how to fight, why wouldn't the dwarves do it?
Magni quickly understood the crux of the matter, and agreed decisively!
"Tell us, we'll do it!"
The gnome craftsman nodded in agreement.
"Yes, let's call Kudran Wildhammer over first. We need to properly tell the tribe what it means to be one in the air and land, and to coordinate our infantry and cannons."
Not long after, after hearing such a new term, Kudran immediately joined the group.
November 6th, the day of the final battle.
"The humans are here!"
Orgrim jerked his head up from his thoughts. The fear in Zuluhid's voice angered him. When did his successor become such a coward?
"We invited them to fight!" The Great Chief roared. He stood on the balcony of the Blackrock Tower and watched everything from above.
This balcony was located on a protruding rock at the top of the northern part of Blackrock Mountain. In front of the balcony, he could overlook the entire Scorching Canyon. From here, he could see the remaining tribesmen and the newly arrived tribesmen gathered below.
He still remembered that the last time he looked from here, his warriors had covered the entire Scorching Canyon and Burning Plains from the north and south. There was not a single gap between them.
But now, between the black rocks, there were only patches of green and a small amount of brown. Orgrim could even tell that the old first-rate tribesmen were sparsely gathered together, while the new second-rate and third-rate tribesmen were more spirited.
When did his tribe become so weak?
Everything he worried about had become a reality!
Everything was falling towards the worst plan he had prepared in his heart.
"So what if it's a final battle? Can we win? They have a large number of mages, and even a damned red dragon! " Zuluhid said from behind him. "We don't have enough men. This is the last batch of reinforcements. The tribes on the other side of the gate are watching, and there won't be any more reinforcements for a while."
Orgrim glared angrily at his second in command. The burning rage in his eyes made every Beastman who met his gaze cower.
Indeed, their numbers were very small compared to the super army of over five hundred thousand in the past. The number of Beastmen troops no longer had the numbers to sweep through the world.
In terms of quality, it was even worse.
But so what?
"In the name of our ancestors! We are Beastmen! You're asking us what we should do? " He roared at everyone and pulled out the famous [Hammer of Destruction] from his back. "Of course it's to fight! Before you rode on the dragon's back, you could kill twenty human soldiers in one go without panting. Did you forget what it means to fight after getting off the dragon's back? "
At this point, Orgrim turned to the new Beastmen around him. "Your ancestors could kill ten human soldiers at once. What about you? Do you think you're the children of the Ooze Monsters? Do you think you're all weaklings? What your ancestors could do, you can do as well. You want to destroy us? Sure, you can kill us with the lives of 2.5 million soldiers! "
Leaving behind Zuluhid and the new recruits who were trembling in excitement, Orgrim turned around and walked to the balcony. "Warriors of the Horde! Listen up! "
He roared and raised his hammer high. Most of the new Beastmen turned around to look at him, but the Beastmen who had retreated did not. This enraged him once again, and he smashed the Hammer of Destruction onto the cliff at the side of the balcony.
There was a stream of lava that fell straight down. The blow from the Hammer of Destruction created a huge wave of heat that reverberated violently. Every single orc at the foot of the mountain immediately cast their gazes over and stared intently at their Great Chief.
"Listen to me!" he yelled again. "I know that we are being defeated and forced to retreat. I also know that our numbers are not as great as before! I also know the heavy losses caused by Gul 'dan's betrayal! But don't forget, we are Beastmen! In our world, for billions of years, nothing could stop us! We have killed the most savage Gollons and fought against the Ogres for hundreds of years. We have lost before, and we have retreated before. But now? We are still the rulers of that world. "
At this point, the Beastmen's eyes lit up.
"Our world is being destroyed, and we have nowhere to retreat to! So, I want each and every one of you to remember — "At this point, Orgrim took a deep breath and roared with all his might," We are Beastmen — we are still the Horde — our footsteps will make this world tremble! "
The soldiers below let out excited shouts. Although it sounded a little messy and weak, it did not affect their high morale!
"The humans chased us here. They thought that we were defeated! They thought that we were afraid of their power like dogs are afraid of powerful creatures? No — they are wrong! "
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