They had thought that there would at least be a battle, even if it was a small one.
Who would have thought that under the witness of the Alliance's leaders and countless soldiers, the ferocious Beastmen … would surrender without any backbone.
Just because of Duque's words and the blue Storm War Flag fluttering behind him.
Twelve thousand Beastmen had surrendered!
They had the most ferocious appearance, the muscles of wild beasts, and the weapons that could kill wild beasts. How could they surrender just like that?
"No! It shouldn't be like this! It shouldn't be like this … "In the Alliance's army, a tall and burly figure let out a low sob.
When 100,000 Beastmen died in the sea of fire, he did not cry.
When another 100,000 Beastmen hid in the belly of a fish, he did not cry.
When huge failures came one after another, and hundreds of thousands of his compatriots died, he did not cry.
Because he knew that no matter how many died, the Beastmen were still the Beastmen he knew.
The great and rebellious race that still stood in the world with their violence and bravery under the most difficult circumstances.
Now, more than ten thousand people had bent their knees and lowered their heads, which they had never lowered to anyone before, even before they had fought with the enemy.
Are these still the Beastmen I know?
Are these still the Beastmen who dared to charge at the Gorons and Ogres who were countless times stronger than them?
Even when a thick chain pierced through his shoulder blade, and he was restrained by a huge metal torture device, and locked in a specially built prison cart, Orgrim did not show any signs of fear.
But at this moment, Orgrim let out a cry that sounded like a howl. He screamed at the top of his lungs in Beastman language.
"Stand up! Beastmen! "
"Are you still the great Beastmen?!"
"Aren't you afraid of the punishment of your ancestors after you die?"
"Stand up! Beastmen! You are definitely not slaves of other races! Stand up! Pick up your weapons and fight! You would rather die standing than live kneeling! "
Every Beastman present heard the cry of their former Great Tribal Chief.
Some were in pain, some were hesitant, some were lost, but most of them were nervous and trembling.
Orgrim had forgotten that he was roaring as a prisoner. If he was still the free and noble Great Chief he was half a month ago, every Orc would continue to support him even if he was in dire straits.
This was the iron law of the Orcs that had been passed down for thousands of years. Either you use Makgora to defeat your Chieftain and make yourself the law, or you obey everything, even if you die.
Now, even the Great Chief had become a prisoner of the humans. What hope do we have for ourselves?!
Orgrim watched in despair as countless Orcs lifted their heads to look at him in fear. Then, they lowered their heads even more and pressed their foreheads against the dry, hot, crimson ground like slaves.
"No —" Orgrim let out a blood-curdling scream.
At this moment, he finally understood Duque's sinister intentions.
This seemingly thin and weak young human used his own method to ruthlessly knock down the backbone of the tribe.
Something like a spine! Once it was broken, he would never be able to straighten his back.
Duque was using this method to destroy the entire tribe. So what if these people escaped the Alliance's control in the future? They would only remember the fear of the Alliance and Duque. They would only live in fear. They would never have the confidence and will to fight against the Alliance.
"No …" Orgrim sat down weakly. "It's over. It's over! Everything is over. "
He muttered. In this moment of despair, Orgrim did not think of himself or his tribe. Instead, it was the last hope in his heart.
Yes! Guyle!
The bloodline of his best friend, the former Chief of the Frostwolf Tribe, Durotan!
He had sent people to the world beyond the Dark Portal and returned to Nagrand. After asking the great Shaman Prophet, he found out about the tribe's last hope.
At first, he did not know what the Prophet meant by 'the tribe's only hope'. He only instinctively sent the few Sword Saints of the Fireblade Tribe to protect his best friend's son.
Now, he knew.
It was a joke to put his hopes on a Beastman baby who was not even two years old. Unfortunately, he helplessly realized that this was his only choice.
Only the Frostwolf Tribe and Warsong Tribe, which had not been completely destroyed by the Alliance, could form the backbone and soul of the new tribe in the future.
Orgrim's cries gradually died down. He was careful to hide his hope. He did not even dare to look at Duque. He was afraid that this young and terrifying human who seemed to have predicted everything would discover his last secret.
Behind him, Noxus heaved a sigh of relief. He waved his hand, and ten thousand Alliance soldiers rushed forward to control the Beastmen.
There was no war without sacrifice. Now that the situation was set, every additional Alliance soldier they brought back to their home was another member of their family.
Anduin Lothar was a man who understood sacrifice and the reproduction of his race.
Just as Noxus was about to suppress the Beastmen, Duque waved his hand.
"What?!"
Duque said calmly. "I want to plant an indelible fear in the hearts of these Beastmen. This is more effective than any shackles or torture."
"Oh?"
Duque turned his head and looked at the most special "king" of the Alliance, President Kirin Tor, whose silver-white hair and beard fluttered in the wind. "Master Antonidas, can you seal the Dark Portal now?"
Antonidas rode over on horseback. After he dismounted, he spread out his magic senses and carefully sensed it. After a while, he showed a bitter expression.
"This … the energy of the Dark Portal is too great. I'm afraid something will happen to me alone."
Even though the Dark Portal was no longer in a high-energy state that could transport soldiers from Draenor, it was still something created by two demigods. If something went wrong, there would be a huge explosion, and all living things within a few kilometers would immediately be turned into ashes.
Antonidas naturally thought of Duque.
"Duque, do you remember the time at Alterac?" Antonidas said very softly.
He was actually referring to the huge ice tornado that had wiped out hundreds of Red Dragons. That was the first time the two had worked together perfectly. In a sense, even though Duque could not mobilize such a huge amount of magic, Duque's ability to manipulate magic … Even if Antonidas did not want to admit it, he had to admit that Duque's manipulation was above his.
Antonidas's suggestion was actually to let Duque lend a hand again.
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