The Fate of the Gunman

I don't know who said it, but no one answered. Everyone looked at the army of the Burning Legion with serious expressions until the spell was destroyed by the wizard of the Burning Legion.

"How long can the orcs face such an army? They seem to have only two tribes, the Frostwolf Clan and the Warsong Clan, right?"

"No, as far as I know, there is a troll tribe called'Dark Spear' and a group of tauren in the orc army, but even so, their number is far smaller than that of demons..."

"According to the plan laid out before the war, the orcs must resist at least half an hour before we have enough strategic time, so that we can also reduce enough casualties..."

The staff members in the alliance are constantly exchanging information, but the people in charge of the army do not say a word about this but silently hold their weapons.

Regardless of the situation with the orcs, they must persist for another half an hour even when they encounter the worst possible opponent's direct backlash. They even suspect that the Burning Legion may have launched an attack because they have noticed their plan.

The command room was a bit noisy, but it was extremely quiet outside, and everyone was silently waiting for their battle.

Among these people, Lancer belonged to a special one. After all, he did not belong to any unit, so he simply stayed at the forefront of the team and served as the'pioneer'.

Blind defense will only continue to be consumed, and Lancer is responsible for attacking the Burning Legion's front as an arrow to pull the enemy to share the pressure on other fronts.

At this time, the soldiers following Lancer were the most elite soldiers from all countries. Everyone was using their own methods to stabilize their emotions. After all, no one can guarantee that they can survive this war.

With the passage of time, more and more small groups of demons broke through the first line of defense and began to enter the range of the second line of defense. Everyone knew that the enemy was coming soon.

When the last sand in the hourglass fell, everyone knew that the time was up. The tribe had completed its mission, but still did not see the retreating orcs.

'Are they annihilated?'

This kind of thought involuntarily appeared in the minds of everyone. Of course, it did not mean that they cared about the life and death of the orcs. It was purely because of the need to evaluate the strength of the enemy. The strength of the tribe’s coalition forces was not weak. As they were annihilated, they needed to face The right pressure will also increase a lot.

But at this moment a wounded green dragon flew over swayingly.

"boom!!"

With a huge roar, the opponent fell onto the second line of defense...

Chapter 99 The Resolution of Grom Hellscream (2/?)

Almost when he discovered the injured green dragon, Benedictus greeted the priests to prepare. Although healed dragons require more light than ordinary humans because of their size, the powerful fighting power of dragons is also incompetent. alternative.

But no one thought that when the green dragon fell, a night elf sentry rolled and fell in front of everyone. She was covered with blood at this time, but she didn't know whether it was her or riding the green dragon.

But it was almost at the same time that the priests’ holy light and the druid’s rejuvenation techniques fell on her, and her pale lips from blood loss gradually recovered some of their blood. With the support of the human soldiers, the other side was cautiously in her arms. The blood-stained letter was handed to the people around him and then he passed out completely in a coma.

The healer hurriedly helped the opponent and the green dragon to heal, and the letter in the opponent's hand was also sent to Varian and the others.

Part of the letter is the demon marching route collected by the night elf sentries, but at the end it is about the movements of the orcs.

In fact, in addition to observing the movements of demons, the more important task of the sentinels is to monitor the orcs.

The description of the orcs in the letter is simple.

'The tribe began to retreat after holding on for half an hour. Some green-skinned orcs were left behind and all died when the letter was sent.'

And after reading the letter, Varian gave the order without hesitation

"Everyone is on the first level! The first line of defense has been lost! The demons of the Burning Legion are coming!"

Just a few minutes later, a group of remnants composed of orcs, trolls, and tauren retreated to the second line of defense. It was at this time that there was another commotion. Some family members or friends died in the orcs or trolls. The soldiers in hand said that they shouldn't care about the orcs, and their reason is very simple. Once they enter the defense line, they are likely to cause unnecessary trouble.

There are many people who have this kind of thinking. After all, the reinforcements this time are almost all from the countries that formed the'Alliance' during the first and second Orc Wars. Even some front-line commanders looked at their subordinates with excitement. It started to shake, but there was only one exception!

"boom!!"

The heavy gun body slammed on the ground, and Lancer, holding a gun, looked at the same emotional soldier behind him with a cold expression.

"I don't want to say unnecessary nonsense. You know who I am. I have witnessed the fall of Stormwind. I once blamed myself for my inability to save that beautiful city. I hate orcs no less than you. But just a few days ago, I personally rescued the chief of the Warsong clan'Grom Hellscream', the vanguard of the orcs during the first orc war. Tell me why?"

Lancer’s voice was not loud, but it was clear to everyone’s ears, but at this time, no one spoke to Lancer’s questioning because they were equally puzzled. In fact, they didn’t know about it. A few, but fortunately, Lancer himself didn't say this to ask them questions.

"It's very simple, because the opponent is strong enough! What do you think the Burning Legion is? They have now come to Azeroth, who have destroyed countless worlds. Now that you have witnessed the strength of that powerful Eredar demon, then are you? Do you still think we are really foolproof in this war?!"

"I won't care about how you find the orcs after this battle, but now remember to me - - everyone is equal before the Burning Legion! All those who stop them will be turned into ashes. ! If you want revenge, survive for me! Survive and trouble them instead of now!"

After speaking, Lancer walked in the direction of the main entrance without hesitation.

"Open the door! Let the orcs in!"

In fact, Thrall’s face was filled with rejoicing when the door opened, because he could not guarantee whether the Alliance would violate the agreement and trap them outside at this time, but while rejoicing, his eyes were full of sadness.

But when he saw Lancer, he walked quickly, and he watched Lancer silently before speaking slowly.

"Your Excellency Lancer, Warlord Grom Hellscream asked me to tell you that he might break his appointment."

After speaking, he returned to his team without saying a word.

Ten minutes ago————

As the Burning Legion’s offensive became more and more fierce, the temporarily created trenches had long been filled with corpses, and the walls built by the shamans had also become dilapidated, but in the slightest bit of shaking and killing The young orc with scratches on his armour felt his shoulder jerked.

"The time is up! Guyle!!"

The battle line that Thrall was in charge of was quickly blocked by Grom Hellscream, who had gone to rest before, and Thrall's brain that had been killed by the battle calmed down again.

"I will notify the shamans immediately! I will take the lead and we will use earthquake techniques to hold them and then..."

"No need to go! I have already notified them, you just retreat! Earthquake technique can't stop flying demons, and shaman guides may lose combat power after an earthquake. The clansmen still need you and them to guide!"

"but……"

"No! My warriors and my warriors will buy you time!"

It wasn't until this time that Thrall realized that something was wrong, because I don’t know when the warriors of the Warsong clan had all been replaced and rested. At this time, most of the warriors at the forefront were the warriors of the Warsong clan, and Thrall even more. With his eyes widened, he finally realized that the sudden defiance including Grom Hellscream was not a whim at all, he had been planning for a long time!

But before he could speak, the opponent slammed and hacked an abyss demon to death and rushed out of the front line into the demon.

At the same time, the intermittent sound of Grom Hellscream was gradually introduced into his ears along with the wild roar.

"As you said, I killed Cenarius was the best choice at the time, because it was to keep more people alive! I don’t regret it! Because it doesn’t make any sense for me to regret it! So here I am too Made the most correct choice! Humans and elves will not accept the orc who invaded Azeroth, but you are different! I believe you will lead the tribe to live better! And my once tribe warrior also needs to make Things that fit my identity! Tell the man for me by the way, I'm afraid I'm going to miss my appointment, and I really want to kill him or be killed by him!"

Grom Hellscream, who was wielding a bloody roar with his roar, directly used a whirlwind to instantly open a gap in the tide of demon army.

"Warsong clan! Tell me! What are we!!"

"We are the strongest fighters in the tribe!"

Along with Grom Hellscream's questioning sound, countless roars rang out, and he even raised the battle axe in his hand.

"Lok'Tar Ogar!"

Accompanied by the familiar roar, the warriors belonging to the Warsong clan felt the blood in their bodies boil again, but this time it was no longer the blood of the dirty Mannoroth, but only the blood of the orcs.