Three days ago.
Orgrim knew one thing very well, that is, his death was approaching.
During that earth-shattering battle, the people accompanying him either became unusually silent, and then gained more powerful power, or they became crazy, becoming stronger while killing the people around them wantonly.
There are more
weak.
Inexplicable weakness, he didn't know what destroyed their bodies, but he remembered clearly that he was not hit by the devastating attack that day, but when the black dragon called the Wings of Death appeared. While on the battlefield, he began to order his troops to retreat.
He observed from a little further away, and then saw the power that shocked and frightened him.
The fireball rising from the ground like the sun directly evaporated the giant dragon that he could not think of defeating, and his eyes were close to blindness after that moment.
It would have been okay, the tribe now relied more on his wisdom and principles than on his strength. And among the remaining qualified orc leaders, no one would want to replace him.
Because the people in this world are too strong, if the internal strife continues, the orcs will be completely destroyed. All the remaining orcs know this very well.
But things changed after he came back. His appetite gradually became weak, he couldn't eat, and he even felt nauseous when he saw food. Although the medicines of witch doctors and warlocks could alleviate some of the symptoms, they were ultimately useless. .
He could still feel that power was constantly flowing out of his body, along with his own vitality and energy.
The weapon that killed the dragon was so powerful that it couldn't even get close. He didn't know what the elves relied on to avoid these situations, but he knew one thing.
I can no longer lead the tribe.
A few nights ago, he went out to look up at the stars as usual, looking for a way out for the orcs. Now the orcs were in a very critical situation. The destruction of the main force made it impossible for them to break through the alliance's siege, and even to ensure that they and the Dark Portal I don’t dare to contact you, I can only stick to it.
The actions of those humans also made him very strange. They could obviously kill them directly and take back their city, but they did not do so. Instead, they were allowed to hunt down and kill those people who still remained here, and repair the city defenses of Stormwind City.
This had to make him think too much. If it was an orc, he would definitely pursue it immediately. When he fought with the man named Lothar, he also knew very well that the other person was a wise leader and war master. It was impossible for him not to Knowing that this is a good time to pursue them instead of standing still there and not even blocking their supply lines.
Unless, like the tribe before, they have internal problems.
Thinking of those elves who were obviously out of place, as well as the powerful weapons in the hands of those elves, who once slaughtered another race called the Draenei in their hometown, he thought of a reason why they had sent troops before.
They are not orcs, and they are very powerful. How can we ensure that they will not attack us?
This theory is very popular among the orcs, but it is also what worries them the most. This is how powerful Delaney was at that time, so powerful that they didn't know how to defeat him.
"Same reason?"
Then he shivered from a gust of cool wind.
Not only because he thought of a key place, but also because he did feel cold, which was a problem he would never have had normally.
Especially when he subconsciously grabbed the Hammer of Destruction on his waist, a hammer forged from elements. This hammer is not only an excellent war hammer, it can add the power of elements to the weapon and create excellent weapons. The weapon is always warm and can make him feel more comfortable.
But when he held the hammer, he felt that the hammer was heavier than before.
At this moment, a burst of footsteps came over.
"Orgrim, are we just going to watch those guys show off their power in front of us? Today, two more human knights with golden light came to fight us. I chopped off their heads, but you You know, they can’t never attack.”
The person who came was a sturdy orc, holding a huge one-handed ax in his hand, and walked to Orgrim's side.
Grom Hellscream.
His eyes are always angry red, but Orgrim knows very well that although the other party is very keen on fighting and killing, if anyone can replace him in the next time, only Get this warrior.
What pleased him was that it seemed that because the tribe had suffered a huge blow, the opponent no longer only thought about fighting, but had regained some ability to think because of the unfavorable situation.
Otherwise, given the irritable appearance of the opponent after drinking the blood of Maronos, he would have searched for himself to perform Makgora as early as the day he suspected that there was something wrong with his body, and use a sacred duel to prove who is the most suitable to lead the tribe. people, take away the position of tribal chief.
But the other party did not, but continued to fight according to his own orders, without any intention of disobeying him.
Obviously, the other party also understood that if the tribe was gone, the orcs would be gone as well.
Orgrim turned his head and looked at the other person with his blurred vision. Looking at the strong and powerful orc who had recovered his thinking ability and certain leadership abilities, he nodded, but shook his head. .
"That's not the case. They won't attack. They may even join forces with us."
Orgrim's voice was filled with joy. After ruling out all the impossibilities, he made a bold assumption, and his good consciousness told him that his idea was correct.
Grom couldn't help but frowned. The reason why he was still willing to listen to the orders of Orgrim, who was almost blind, was because the other party's intelligence was much stronger than his current one.
But if the other party is really crazy, then he can only kill him with regret and take away the position of tribal chief.
"What do you mean, after we killed so many of them, they even want to ally with us Orgrim? I don't mean to offend, but is there really something wrong with you?"
There was threat and questioning in his voice. After all, he also hoped that Orgrim would see what he didn't see and not go crazy.
"Why do you think those humans don't attack us? Saying that our strength makes them afraid can only make those simple-minded orcs believe and feel at ease. Grom, you and I both understand that it will be easy for them to drive us away."
Orgrim's voice was still steady, while Grom looked at the other person without any expression, as if waiting for his next explanation.
But actually he just didn't know what to say.
"No, actually I really didn't attack because I thought they were afraid of causing huge casualties."
This was his first thought after Orgrim said those words.
"Do you remember those elves' weapons?"
Orgrim looked at Grom who was a little confused, knowing that the other person didn't fully understand why, so he explained helplessly.
"What we think of Delaney"
Grom understood instantly.
When the original Draenei, those with blue, white, purple, and even pink skin, came to their world, they were wary of these beings with horns on their heads and hooves on their feet.
And not only are they wary, the ogre empires that they can't defeat are also wary of them. Although they have become a climate, they still have to be careful of the ogres' attacks, otherwise they will be captured and become slave.
When these outsiders called draenei appeared, the ogres felt that there were new slaves, and then they sent an army to attack those draenei cities.
Then
Then the former ogre empire disappeared. With just one blow, the ogre army disappeared. This is why the orcs were able to get rid of the enslavement of the ogres and establish their own civilization uprightly.
Draenei are powerful, and they master this extremely powerful magic weapon, the kind of weapon that can make brave warriors die inexplicably in one fell swoop.
And they are rich in materials, with soft and gorgeous clothes, delicious food, and wealth that is so luxurious that they can make furniture out of metal. All of this is an irresistible good thing for the orcs. Although the tribes who make a living by plundering Draenei's caravans rarely succeed in plundering, every successful plunder can keep their tribe close to a year. No need to worry about food.
The draenei's exquisite products, as well as the metals, are what the orcs want to get their hands on.
They are in awe of this power and also fear this power, but
He covets these powers even more, as well as the wealth and everything that comes after this power.
"You mean, those elves are the draenei, and those humans want to do what we did to them."
Grom understood everything in an instant. He also knew the fighting power of humans and knew that they had no resistance in front of those long-eared monsters, so he understood what Orgrim was thinking.
"Yes, just like tribes with hatred and gaps between each other gathered together to destroy Delaney and became a tribe, those humans will also be afraid of such a powerful force. So they will also look for anything that can Use the power you can to resist them, and we, who have power they cannot resist but are very weak, are the most suitable allies."
Such words made Grom take a deep breath, and he knew what Orgrim wanted to say.
"But we have a grudge. Will Orgrim and the others ally with the people who destroyed their homeland?"
But Orgrim just smiled softly.
"So, they're not orcs."
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