My Frostmourne can't be so cute

It can only be like this-after thinking about it, Zuherd thinks this is an opportunity-although there is a dwarf who can directly compete with Grom in the opposite fortress, Zuherd has seen it with his own eyes. Grom was badly wounded and was almost decapitated.

Zuherd knew that Grom's recovery ability was amazing. The bone scars that were originally visible on his left arm had now healed.Zuherd didn't think that the dwarf warrior had the same recovery speed.

In this way, as long as the human army still adopts such a defensive method tomorrow, Grom will be able to enter the city; as long as this is done, even if the human army immediately lowers the steel gate, it will not be able to stop Grom's slaughter in the city. .

It’s not that Grom an orc can kill thousands of human armies in the city, but as long as Grom can take his warsong clan squad and stay on the city for a period of time, other orcs can climb Dan via ropes. The head of Maud Fortress.

In that way, this fortress would fall into the hands of the orcs. Although the process was a bit tortuous and a lot of blood was paid, at least Orgrim's plan was completed, but it was just a little late in time.—— Zuherd thought this way, and dispelled the original idea of ​​sending a messenger to the base camp to report the situation to Orgrim.

Now, Zuherd is more worried about the situation on the other side-earlier, he has sent a message to Grim Batol's tribe, hoping that they can bring the red dragon to come to support; but now it has been several hours, There is still no trace of the red dragon on the horizon, is there something wrong with Grim Batol?

No, it is impossible-Zuherd shook his head and denied this idea-in Grim Batol, there are not only giant dragons like Taran, but also higher levels of existence. There should be no power that can threaten The only explanation for the safety there is that Taran has other ideas, and Nekruz must have not been able to tell the people who sent it.

Without the help of the Red Dragon, I can only wait for Grom’s amazing performance tomorrow-Zuherd looked at the Blackham brothers who were still gloating, and then fell into thinking-Orgrim wanted For what?

In Zuherd's view, since it was possible to easily take down the fortress of Dun Modd, wouldn't it be a better way to simply crush all the orc armies and defeat the human garrison at the northern end of the Sador Bridge?

But now, Orgrim only sent a part of the orc army to do such a thing, and left the main force of the Blackstone clan in the base camp. What is the reason?What does he want to do with these troops?

Although he was also a wise man, Zuherd knew that there was still a big gap between himself and Orgrim—he could never guess what Orgrim was thinking.

For example...Why does this war continue?What does Orgrim want in the end?For some reason, Zuherd thought of Ner'zhul, the great shaman who had been worshipped by the entire orc tribe before Gul'dan.

Ner'zhul did not come to the world of Azeroth. Ner'zhul lost his dominance before the orcs condensed into a unified tribe and even included the once-favored ogres.

Zuherd, like other orcs, ridiculed and despised Ner'zhul when he was down. He once felt that the spiritual leader of the orcs was too weak.But now, Zuherd suddenly hoped to get Ner'zhul's guidance-at least, this old orc must be able to guess Orgrim's true thoughts now.

Chapter 243 Frost Road

"My real thoughts?" Orgrim Doomhammer stood on the side of the narrow sea, watching the turbulent current in front of him, with a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, dear Doomhammer." A human man dressed in plate armor and expressionless, standing behind Orgrim, in a low and death tone, it was exactly what appeared in Dun The death knight of Hold's Castle, Tyrone Gorefiend.

"Gul'dan asked you to ask?" Orgrim turned his head, looked at the orc army gathering behind him, and said to Tyrone Gorefiend.

"No." Tyrone Gorefiend still has no expression on his face, and his voice is still cold, "Although I need Gul'dan's power to keep this body stable... But Doomhammer, I hope you can understand, I I’ve been an orc from beginning to end. The reason why I learned demon spells and joined the Shadow Council is to be able to do my best in the war of the orcs. Therefore, I hope you can tell me what you really think, instead of telling me Rejected as Gul'dan's men."

"Interesting...Although your statement is very attractive, Gorefiend, do you think I will believe the words of an enemy who was killed by my own hands?" Orgrim chuckled softly and reached out to stop Tyrone. What the blood demon wanted to distinguish.

"What's more, even if what you said is true, I can only regret to tell you that if you can't understand my true thoughts here, then it can only show that you are too stupid. Stupidity is not the weakness of our race. Gorefiend, most of our people are as stupid as you. But for stupid people like you, even if I tell you my true thoughts, you can’t understand, so you don’t need to know or understand. Since you want to contribute to the war of the orcs, now go and assemble your death knights!"

Orgrim's words were quite rude, Tyrone Gorefiend was silent for a while, and finally turned and left behind Orgrim.Looking at the background of Tyrone Gorefiend, the expression on Orgrim's face became a little weird, as if he was smiling wryly-real thoughts?I don't even know that kind of thing myself!Durotan... If you were still alive, by comparison, you are more suitable for the role of Chief!

Not long after, Tyrone Gorefiend returned to Orgrim again and said in a low voice: "The death knights have assembled, Doomhammer, please announce your order."

Orgrim's face has returned to calm. He pointed to the turbulent current in the narrow sea and said to Tyrone Gorefiend: "Frozen these seas, Gorefiend."

"This...this is impossible, Doomhammer. I can only freeze a small piece of water under my own feet. No one can freeze this strait..." The doubts appeared on Tyrone Gorefiend's face for the first time. Emoji.

"Yes, this is why I need the power of all of you. Since the day you were resurrected, warlocks have been killed and transformed into death knights. Do you think this is a coincidence, Gorefiend? You think I sent you Is it just to reach Dunhold Castle to contact the traitors among the humans?" Orgrim seemed to be very excited, and his words became more frequent.

"All the death knights, in groups of two, from here to the opposite shore, arrange one group every other segment, so that our army can easily land on the opposite side through the narrow sea on the frosty road you built." Seeing the blood demon still a little puzzled, Orgrim was too lazy to talk, and directly issued his own order.

"This... can this be done?" Tyrone Gorefiend felt that Orgrim was a little whimsical."If you can't do it...you can drown in the narrow sea." Orgrim's words are vicious and cold. "You can't freeze the narrow sea. Your power is useless to me."

After hesitating, Tyrone Gorefiend still gave orders to the already agitated death knights under his opponents, and took the lead towards the narrow sea. Although I don’t know if Orgrim’s plan is reliable, Tyrone Gorefiend thinks it is. The need to try-at least, it is theoretically feasible, not to mention that the punishment is just drowning in the narrow sea?As the first death knight among the orcs, Tyrone Gorefiend has been dead for a long time, how could he be drowned?

"It turns out that this is the landing method you came up with." Under the moonlight, a tall figure with a left arm missing walked behind Orgrim, it turned out to be a...green-skinned forest troll!

"Zu Jin... are your men ready?" Orgrim didn't turn his head, but looked at Tyrone Gorefiend and his death knights from a distance, tentatively walking up the fast current in the narrow sea.

The gloomy cold air gathered at the feet of Tyrone Gorefiend. Soon, a piece of white flowers appeared on the sea under Tyrone Gorefiend, and he successfully frozen a piece of water.

"You should call me Your Majesty Zu'jin, Orgrim." The Broken Arm Troll said with some dissatisfaction, and the long, huge fangs at the corners of his mouth were full of savagery and mania.

"Your Majesty? I'm sorry, we are only temporary allies." Orgrim sneered, "What's more, your subordinates are no longer so important to our army, even you...Poor Zujin Your Majesty, without one arm, can you fight as bravely as before?"

"An arm?" Zujin, who had a broken arm, couldn't bear the sneer of Orgrim. He walked around in front of Orgrim, pulled away the purple bandage that wrapped his broken arm, and shouted, "Let Look at the power of the troll, ignorant orc!"

In Orgrim’s expressions of anger and surprise, Zujin’s broken left arm had a few small granules sprouts quickly. They twisted and intertwined like some kind of evil living creature. .

Soon, those newly born granulation sprouts grew more and more, and they were visible to the naked eye, even faster, extending forward quickly.Orgrim did not even bother to watch Tyron Gorefiend and his death knights spreading the Frost Path, because Zujin's left arm, which had been determined to be chopped off, was actually witnessed by Orgrim. , It grows back.

"Did you see it? Ignorant orc. As long as the great Emperor of the Amani Empire wants to, he can restore any part of his body at any time." As if enjoying Orgrim's surprised gaze, Zujin triumphed. The hazel left arm that he just grew out of.

"This...what kind of magic is this?" Orgrim asked with a frown.Originally, Orgrim had great hopes and expectations for the alliance between the forest trolls.

The characters of trolls and orcs are very similar, both belong to the kind of natural fighting freak. Orgrim believes that with the help of forest trolls, orcs can destroy the alliance of humans, dwarves, and high elves more quickly.

Chapter 244 My old friend, where are you

But the subsequent development of things made Orgrim a little disappointed.From what Zujin told about the battle between trolls and humans thousands of years ago, Orgrim could conclude that the "His Majesty" of the Amani Empire was nothing more than an arrogant fool.

But the strength of the trolls should not be underestimated. These tall and barbaric tribes not only have a fighting power no less than that of the orcs, but also master the evil poison and witchcraft.

Soon, Gul'dan learned the method of transforming the flesh from the wizards under Zujin, and Orgrim planned to apply this method to their ally, the ogre.

The ogres are the greatest opponents of the orcs in the world of Draenor. These tall enemies are extremely powerful. Even the first warrior of the orcs, Grom Hellscream, has been captured by them, and the chief of the Shattered Hand clan Kaja Si Bladefist has a deep hatred with the ogres.

When Blackham and Gul'dan led the orcs, the ogres joined the union of the orc clans.But many chiefs of the orc clan are wary of these guys.

The hatred generated by fighting each other for countless years cannot be eliminated by simply dealing with the same enemy-the draenei.

Especially Kargath Bladefist, every time the chiefs gather for a meeting, although they don’t say anything, Orgrim can always keenly discover that the chief of the Shattered Hand clan is always on one side. Gul'dan was staring at the double-headed cannibal magician Gu'gall sneered, while stroking the sharp blade he reattached after he severed his palm.

Although the ogres are powerful, they are too stupid, even stupid than the orcs.Although the orcs of different clans would fight on the battlefield because of small contradictions, but the ogres...they are simply enemies on the battlefield.

After several battles, Orgrim decided to make some changes. He planned to apply the method of transforming the body he learned from the trolls to the ogres first.

The ogres are strong enough, and the only thing they need to change is their "pig brain".Gul'dan completed Orgrim's mission very well, he created an ogre with two heads-just like Gu'gall.

Originally, the two-headed ogre was just one of the few freaks in the ogre family, but it is undeniable that two heads are smarter than one head.

At the same time, a small part of the double-headed ogre mastered a magical power-the control of the water element and the fire element.This power is different from the communication between the shaman and the elemental spirit, but more similar to the power of the human wizard.Orgrim immediately issued an order to transform all the ogres who came to the world of Azeroth with the orc army into two-headed ogres, and mobilized manpower from them to form a force of wizards to deal with the magic city of Dalaran The necessary means.

But Gul'dan’s transformation plan ran into trouble—as he said to Grom Hellscream, the warlocks of the Shadow Council were slaughtered by Orgrim too much, and the remaining half-tone warlocks were not enough. To provide enough magic power.

Therefore, Orgrim sent expedition troops many times to travel across the ocean on simple rafts and canoes, robbing the high elves from the kingdom of high elves proficient in arcane arts, Quel'Thalas, and reserve them to relieve the addiction. Magic rune stone.

Zujin followed the expeditionary force to Quel'Thalas in the last operation.This stupid and arrogant forest troll actually tried to launch a full-scale offensive against Silvermoon City with a small group of forest trolls.

The ending is obvious-Zul'jin became a captive of the high elves, but he quickly escaped back, and returned to the orc army on the bat mount tamed by the trolls.

However, Zujin was not without paying the price-he lost his left arm and some damage to his right eye.Orgrim completely lost faith in this arrogant and stupid troll, and from then on, his attitude towards Zujin became a bit slack.

But just today, in front of him, Zujin showed a kind of spell beyond Orgrim's understanding... Orgrim would prefer to call it a magic.

How can a severed limb regenerate?——Orgrim rubbed his eyes a little gaggedly——with the left hand that didn't hold the short-handled warhammer.