Orgrim once again raised the [Hammer of Destruction] in his hand. The hammer was still stained with magma, and it looked extremely ferocious and dazzling under the rising sun.
"We are here, because this is our headquarters! The strength of our entire tribe is here! We are here because we can charge out once again, and trample this continent under our feet! We can plant the Horde's flag on every inch of this world. So, we can return here and defeat them once again, and make them tremble at our name! "
At this time, the cheers were loud enough to make the entire Scorching Canyon boil. Orgrim raised his arms, letting the fanatical cheers wash over him. He saw the Horde's warriors standing up and waving their brand new weapons with all their might.
The Great Chief was pleased to see the fighting spirit of his soldiers being ignited once again.
"We are the best hunters. We can wait for an opportunity, but we will not wait for death!" He said to his soldiers, "We are Beastmen! We are the Horde! We will deal a fatal blow to them! We will make them regret chasing us here! Once we crush their army, we will step on their corpses and rule their land once again! "
When Orgrim once again swung his hammer above his head, Zuluhed had already secretly waved his hand.
The sound of a huge horn rang out. This deep horn sounded as if it came from the distant past, and traveled through the long river of history.
Every Beastman felt as if their ancestors were staring at them passionately.
At this moment, at this moment, at this moment, the cheers pierced through the clouds, causing the entire Black Rock Mountain that Orgrim was standing on to tremble.
Orgrim suddenly felt like crying. This was the Horde that stood at the top of the world with an unyielding heart. This was the Horde that he was willing to give up his life and even his soul for.
Orgrim felt the hot wind brushing against his cheeks. He could no longer tell if it was the heat from the Scorching Canyon, or the heat from the Beastmen's cheers.
No matter!
These were the people that he loved so much! These were the Beastman warriors that he knew.
They would not cry because of failure.
They would not kneel and beg for mercy because of a disadvantage.
Even if they fell, they would only fall in the direction of their charge, and their hands would be stained with the blood of their enemies.
When he came down from the balcony, Zuluhed came up to him and used honorifics, which was rare for someone as rude as him. "Great speech, Great Chief."
Suddenly, a voice said, "I hope those little bastards who haven't even seen Gerald won't pee their pants when they see a dragon flying in the sky."
The one who spoke was Kilrogg Deadeye. As the chieftain of the Bloodring Clan who had suffered a great loss after encountering the Red Dragon Army in the war, he was obviously filled with resentment.
Orgrim glanced at Kilrogg and suddenly laughed, "Dragons aren't the only rulers of this world. I swear by the tribe's war flag that this battle has nothing to do with the dragons. "
"Hmm?" Kilrogg's single eye narrowed.
Orgrim ignored Jillogg and turned to Sabek who had just retreated from the frontlines. "Have the warriors of our clan get ready. I will lead my elite team and charge. The others will follow behind. "
He glanced at the huge hall on the balcony. Standing in the shadows was a large group of huge figures. They were waiting for orders. When Orgrim's gaze swept across them, everyone stood up straight and nodded. Orgrim nodded in response. These were his elite guards. There weren't many of them, only 300, but every member was a two-headed Ogre who had experienced the baptism of the Storm Altar.
Doomhammer was a noble Orc. He used to hate Ogres, but the ones in front of him were different. They were much smarter than others of their kind, and they were warriors and not warlocks.
More importantly, they were only loyal to Orgrim, and not out of recognition for the tribe.
Orgrim knew that they admired his courage and strength. In reality, they saw him as a smaller Ogre and promised to follow his orders.
At the same time, he respected their strength and understood that if needed, each of them would die for him. Just like how he was willing to give up his life for the tribe.
Now, the 250,000 Orcs would use their lives as a bargaining chip to tie the tribe's victory to the balance of fate.
There was only one thing left …
Suddenly, an Orc rushed over and whispered into Orgrim's ear, "We found Guyle and transferred him to another slave master according to your instructions. But … is this appropriate?"
Orgrim sighed. "According to the prophecy of the Lord in Nagrand, we must leave him with the humans … This is fate!"
Fate?
What a mysterious word.
Not far away, Kilrogg Deadeye, who had a "I don't want to fight" expression on his face, seemed to have seen something through his eyes that could only briefly see the future.
He suddenly picked up his white bone axe made from the fangs of ferocious beasts and stood beside Orgrim.
"Regardless of victory or defeat, the tribe should not be destroyed here."
Orgrim smiled when he heard Kilrogg's words.
"Let's go!"
At this moment, on a small hill three thousand meters away from the main battlefield, Anduin Lothar stood upright on the back of his horse like a sharp sword. He was the most trusted commander and the highest commander of the Alliance.
Anduin was not only surrounded by knights, but also an entire Hand of Silver waiting for his orders. Anduin's hand was on the hilt of his sword. His eyes were sunken from staying up all night, and his eyeballs kept moving. His gaze was as sharp as an eagle's as he patrolled the plains.
The cheers of the Orcs shook the earth.
This made Anduin a little uneasy.
Obviously, Great Chief Orgrim had boosted the morale of the entire tribe. On the other hand, Anduin felt like he was screwed.
Terenas had gone crazy from wanting to take credit. He used the excuse that Rotterdam had sent the most troops to change the formation, and wanted the armies of the other eight countries to form around the Rotterdam army. If the Rotterdam army was as elite as Mograine's, then Anduin could forget about it.
But why did this have to happen?
Terenas had forced all the private soldiers of the nobles to come up to 150,000 men. Instead, he let Gilniss and Alterac, who were more powerful, transport food. He even threatened to withdraw his troops at every turn.
Alright, now the front and center were all Rotterdam. On the left was the well-equipped Dalajan army and the Highland Cavalry from Torrential Fortress. On the right was the allied army of Bronzebeard, Wildhammer, and Gnomes. At the back were Cuel Salas and the Dalajan mages, as well as the Rangers.
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