My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"Orgrim, why are you here?" Brocks was happy and curious-even he felt a little confused under the circumstances just now; now Orgrim is here, and Brocks seems to have found Of course, Brocks also knows that Orgrim has always been self-proclaimed and resourceful and would not easily leave the command hub to go to battle; now he is here because he has a solution to the predicament before him ?——Brocks is full of expectations.

"Brocks..." Orgrim's voice was sad, "The last moment has arrived."

The last moment?Brocks was taken aback-what does this mean?Could it be that Orgrim left his podium not because he had a plan to implement himself, but because he had no plan at all, so...

Before that, regardless of the situation, Brocks had never been as desperate as it is now-since Orgrim said it was the last moment, then this battle, the orcs must have no room for turning over; however, this It is by no means the last moment!

"Orgrim, what nonsense are you talking about!" Blox's mood suddenly rose. He came to Orgrim and snarled at him: "Isn't it just a defeat in battle? What's the big deal? This is my last moment at best, but it's definitely not yours, Orgrim, you have more important things to do!"

"What's more important?" Orgrim was stunned by a call highlighted by his friend, and asked inexplicably.

"Go back to Balladin Bay, Orgrim! I know you, you must be able to swim across the narrow sea!" Brocks said loudly, "Go back, after I break for you, believe me, as long as I'm alive, No enemy can continue to chase you forward; Orgrim, I believe you. You must be able to command the Horde to come back, and even if I die, you will be able to avenge me! Go now, Orgrim . It’s too late!"

To Brocks’s expectation, Orgrim just shook his head with a wry smile: "No, Brocks, I won’t go anymore, as I just said. This is my last moment. The tribe has collapsed. The orcs have already lost this war, and there is no chance of a comeback, Brox."

"You fart!" Blox interrupted Orgrim in a rage. He even wanted to slap this friend even though he had always respected him: "It's just a dragon, just lost. It’s just a war. See what you have become, Orgrim? You have become a maiden, a coward! What about your ambitions? What about the bright future you ever wanted to lead the tribe to? You Have you all given up? If that's the case, those humans are not needed. I can kill you here!"

Brocks was very emotional, his saliva splashed on Orgrim’s face, but the orc warchief didn’t care—he knew Brocks was for his own good, but...

"Brocks, listen to me; even if the orcs can make a comeback, it will be after the Dark Portal is opened... But if the compatriots who stayed in Draenor come over, that power... will follow. Then, do you think Gul'dan will let me go? Instead of being tortured by Gul'dan, it is better to let me die here now." Orgrim had actually thought about it very clearly.

"..." Brox did not speak.From Orgrim’s tone, he heard a strong will to die—as Orgrim’s friend, Brocks knew his character—when he decided something, unless you could Persuade him logically.Otherwise, don't want to make him change his mind just by beating him.

And Brocks is not a fool either-he knows Orgrim is right to say-kill Blackham the Destroyer, kill the Shadow Council, put Gul'dan under house arrest... He is involved in all these things, Gul Once Dan gains power, let alone Orgrim, he will not let it go even if it is himself.

I saw the red dragon that was still chasing the escaping orcs spitting flames.Brocks sighed-it fell short!

He patted his old friend on the shoulder, and Blox's tone became softer: "Orgrim, I understand...Since you have chosen this moment...then, I will accompany you."

"Brocks...you can leave." Orgrim hesitated for a moment, and still said-Brocks is his friend, he is willing to die with him; but he is also his friend, and of course he does I don't want him to die here-for each other's sake, this is true friendship.

"Hey, let's not mention that, instead of leaving so sullenly, swimming back to Baradin Bay, and enduring Gul'dan's robbing like a chicken, I might as well enjoy the joy of fighting before I die!" Brock Si grinned, and waved his battle axe like a demonstration to his friend.

fighting?Orgrim smiled bitterly again, and looked around him-even his own guards, now they are almost running, the tribal chieftain beside him, fell into a tragic situation with only a few guards.

As for Brocks, he is stronger than himself, but he is also limited. He barely gathered a few hundred Blackrock Orcs-more importantly, these hundreds of Blackrock Orcs are no longer as high-spirited as they were when they first arrived in the world. But trembling, as long as the enemy is slightly tenacious, Orgrim thinks that they will immediately disperse.

Brocks knew what Orgrim was thinking, and he also understood that if he and Orgrim now charge the human army that is approaching, it is estimated that few of these Blackrock Orcs will follow them to death.

But Brocks has his own pride-an orc is an orc, and he does not regret doing those things with Orgrim. He knows that his friend is right, because the beast is born free, and the orc is never a slave; At the same time, Brocks will not run away even if death will come, the orcs will not die with their backs to the enemy.

"Fight, Orgrim, let me see if your skills are as agile as you used to be after becoming a warchief!" Blox ignored the earth-faced Blackrock Orcs and spoke to Orgrim After the invitation to compete, he rushed towards the human army that was suppressing the orcs.

This Brocks... Orgrim finally laughed—not a wry smile, but a smile from the heart—what more would your husband want if you are a friend?Orgrim tightly grasped the hammer of destruction passed down from his ancestors, followed Brocks and launched a charge against the human army, and at the same time, he did not forget to push away the orcs who fled in a hurry in front of him-Fuck Open, you cowards!The warchief of the tribe is here, that human dare to take my head?(To be continued.)

Chapter 384 The Orc Who Can Speak Common Language

Wrynn is following his teacher Anduin Lothar, leading the Brotherhood of Iron Horses to move forward.Not long ago, the Brotherhood of the Iron Horse, the Knights of the Silver Hand, and the Royal Guard of Lordaeron had just joined forces; although all three suffered huge losses, the soldiers were highly motivated.

"Huh~he~!" Wrynn was the one who was extremely excited. While he seemed to be running tirelessly, he made a sound of driving away. Of course, Wrynn had never pastured herding, nor had he raised any poultry or livestock. But in his imagination, the sound made by the pigs when they drove the pigs should be like this-he is the pigs now, and the orcs in front of him are the pigs.

I thought I could go to the seaside that Teacher Lothar said, but Wrynn suddenly found that the orcs who were running in front of him suddenly separated, revealing a small group of completely different orcs.

Wrynn slowed down his pace. He just realized that because of his excitement, he had already parted from the brigade a bit, and went deep into the orcs alone.

But Wrynn didn't stop because of fear, he just learned caution from his teacher Anduin Lothar in the battle.

Observing carefully, Wrynn found that the small group of orcs in front of him was completely different from the other orcs—they were holding weapons and looked murderous; especially the two leading orcs were particularly powerful. This kind of aura, Wrynn only met when his teacher Anduin Lothar got serious.

"Wrynn, what happened?" Anduin Lothar caught up, and while observing the small group of orcs that suddenly appeared, he asked his disciple.

"Mr. Lothar, these orcs seem to be different. They seem to want to stop us from moving forward." Although it sounds ridiculous, Wrynn's intuition made him make such a judgment.

Block?Just rely on these orcs?Anduin Lothar felt amused at first, but the warrior's aura from the opponent made him agree with his disciple's judgment.

The Brotherhood of Iron Horses arrived and gathered behind Anduin Lothar under the leadership of Windsor and Marcus; this group of warriors from Stormwind are now the most powerful in the human army.They are almost tireless after taking the blood of the trolls.

Anduin Lothar glanced at him from the corner of his eye. The Knights of the Silver Hand and the Royal Guard of Lordaeron had exhausted too much energy to catch up; Anduin Lothar thought for a while and decided to put it aside Leave this group of orcs alone.Perhaps the appearance of this group of orcs heralded the start of sporadic counterattacks by the orcs, and he decided to use this opportunity to gather his army to avoid unnecessary losses.

"It's a rare opportunity to practice hands, I thought I would meet a little boy; now it seems that my worry is unnecessary. I know you. Humans, it is you who forced our army into the swamp. You are very strong and I am honored to have the opportunity to fight with you." Just as Anduin Lothar gathered the army and waited for the Knights of the Silver Hand and the Royal Guard of Lordaeron to come closer, among the small group of orcs The leader suddenly spoke.

"You... do you speak lingua franca?" Even if the heart was as firm as Anduin Lothar, he was taken aback by the orc's sudden opening.

"Yes, human. I am the warchief of the orcs, Orgrim Doomhammer. The one next to me. Is the once-first warrior of the orcs, Brox Saurfang; he doesn't speak general Language, but I think you can tell from his eyes that he can't wait to fight you." Orgrim said with a smile.

"Sly fox?" Anduin Lothar blurted out, and at the same time he clenched the two-handed sword "Quilzaram" in his hands, not only because of the identity of this orc, but also because...

"Interesting...Humans, do you know me?" Orgrim didn't expect that his nickname was even passed on to the humans, which made him somewhat proud-presumably these humans have also suffered enough from the "sly fox". , This name will surely make them remember for generations.

"Garona and I are... I have seen Garona, and she has mentioned you a lot." Anduin Lothar wanted to say that he and Garona are friends.But after hesitating for a while, he changed his mind.

"Sly Fox" Orgrim Doomhammer-If Anduin Lothar's inference is not wrong, this guy sent Garona to the fallen guardian Medivh undercover.In the end, he forced Garona to kill her friend and monarch Ryan Wrynn. He was the enemy who wanted to kill in his dreams how many times.

"Oh oh. Garona..." Orgrim stretched out his tongue and licked his somewhat dry lips, thinking of the orc and draenei chick.

"Well, humans, I think we have talked a lot about me, why don't you introduce yourself? As far as I know, you humans will at least tell their opponents names before you fight alone." Orgrid Leaving behind Garona, who had secretly escaped, he asked Anduin Lothar with a smile—tonight, Orgrim laughed extraordinarily—if he doesn’t laugh now, he’ll be afraid in the future. There is no chance.

"Anduin Lothar, Stormwind City Marshal." Anduin Lothar slowly raised the blade of his two-handed sword and pointed it at Orgrim. "The King Ryan of Stormwind, who you designed to assassinate, is I swear allegiance to the monarch. Remember my name, Orc, and I will take down your head with my own hands."

Anduin Lothar knew that he should continue to chase the orcs at this time, but knowing the identity of the orc in front of him, he really couldn't let go of the hatred in his heart-besides being the commander of the Alliance army, he was also a fighter , A minister who finally belongs to the monarch, he must personally avenge Ryan.

"Very well, human, I am looking forward to this happening. But before that, Brocks wants to fight you first." Orgrim pointed to Brocks Saurfang next to him. The latter took a few steps forward, raised his battle axe to his chest, then put it down again, and repeated three times-this is the ancient etiquette that the orcs would perform before the duel, of course in this person's heart...oh no, In the age when the heart of the beast was not ancient, few orcs still insisted on doing this.

"I accept your challenge, Orc." Anduin Lothar nodded, raised his two-handed sword to his chest, and gently knocked his forehead with the sword, completing the human warrior. A ritual that we all perform before the duel.

All the members of the Brotherhood of Iron Horses, including Wrynn, took a few steps back-in this newly started battle, the protagonist belongs to Lothar and the orc-although there is no life and death agreement, no witnesses, no rituals for the battle, There are not even white gloves; but this will be a vengeful battle, a desperate battle, whether the orcs will fight back, or whether the blood feud of humans will be revealed, everyone will wait and see.(To be continued.)

Chapter 385: Lord Prophet

In the solemn silence, Anduin Lothar slowly walked out of the crowd and came to the open space between the orcs and the human army; Brocks also raised his weapon, and his breathing was affected by the upcoming battle. Becoming more urgent, this is an experienced fighter fully mobilizing the excitement of his body before the duel-a spectacular duel is about to start.

Although Anduin Lothar's Stormwind Kingdom was the first and only human kingdom to be destroyed by orcs, there were countless orcs who died in Anduin Lothar's hands; Brox's hands , Is also full of the blood of human soldiers and civilians; the duel of these two people, before one side completely falls, no one knows the result.

"His Royal Highness Prince Wrynn, what are you doing...what?" Kanter brought the Royal Guard of Lordaeron and a small group of high elf rangers to catch up. Seeing this situation, he was surprised and moved to Wrynn's side. Asked.

Wrynn's mood is not very good, it's not against Kanter, just because he is worried about his teacher; "Mr. Lothar is going to duel with that orc." Wrynn replied slouchedly.

Kanter understood at once, seeing that Wrynn wasn't interested, so he didn't bother anymore.Although there are some concerns that the orcs will run away or have other accidents, in the absence of King Terenas, Anduin Lothar is the highest commander of the human coalition forces, and Kanter does not want to There was a conflict with him, just watching quietly from the side.

Uther led the Knights of the Silver Hand to catch up. For reasons similar to Kanter, he did not make any statements about this matter; the Paladins and their familiar comrades, including Lordaeron Some old partners in the Royal Guard gathered together, waiting to see Anduin Lothar’s duel, while exchanging their views on the previous battle-after escaping from the dead, although the war has not ended, but almost all Human warriors have become a lot easier-you can win the battle just now, what kind of battle can be called difficult?

The only exception is Paul-he has just joined the Royal Guard of Lordaeron not long after, a familiar comrade in arms.All in the previous battle...sacrificed, so he did not chat with other humans; of course, this is only one reason, on the other...

"Helena. What do you want me to do?" Paul followed Helena's side, and said eagerly.

After falling into the siege of the orcs before, Paul was already prepared for death. He did not expect that the dragon that appeared suddenly saved the entire battle; although there were still no friendly soldiers around, Paul still took Helena and escaped from the orcs. Surrounded-the group of guys started to flee.He didn't even notice that the pair of humans and high elves had lost their combat effectiveness.

Soon, Paul and Helena met the remnants of humans and high elves led by Kanter. Helena also found her partner, but Paul stayed by her side and refused to leave, and Helena did not deliberately expel him. Instead, he was shown off to his friends as a treasure—the content of the show off was Paul's two extremely accurate predictions.