Stonard, the first large fortress built by the Horde after passing through the Dark Portal, was also the bridgehead against the Stormwind City Guards. There, the Blackrock Orc Orgrim is challenging Warchief Blackhand.
Although Blackhand has a slight advantage in size, the passage of time and injuries caused by long-term battles have made the strongest man in the past somewhat powerless, while the young Orgrim is more than capable.
After all, he was an elder he once respected. Orgrim did not humiliate Blackhand. After a brief trial, the violent storm of attacks completely suppressed Blackhand. With one blow, Blackhand's war hammer was knocked away. Orgrim defeated the legendary Blackhand. Hammer: The Destroyer points to the old chieftain of yesteryear.
"Admit defeat, you are already old, Blackhand. My respected uncle, admit defeat, I will give you a decent end." Orgrim persuaded.
"The end of dignity? Send me back to my hometown to retire, and then die by the fire surrounded by a bunch of brats? Boy, have you forgotten who taught you martial arts?" Black Hand slowly got up from the ground. He scoffed disdainfully.
"I thank you for all your teachings to me, but it was you who violated your beliefs first and became Gul'dan's lackey for ridiculous reasons." Orgrim was angry in memory and sad in warmth.
Orgrim respected Blackhand from the bottom of his heart and respected the warchief who led the Blackstone clan to defeat the powerful enemy ogres. But the puppet in front of him, manipulated by the Shadow Council, was not worthy of Orgrim's respect.
"Return the warhammer to him, and I will prove to you who is more qualified to lead the tribe!" Orgrim shouted a war cry to the onlookers orcs, and the atmosphere suddenly reached its highest point.
Having already proven himself in martial arts before, Orgrim changed his style and took all Blackhand's attacks head-on. If you hit me with a hammer, I will hit you back.
Eventually, Blackhand could no longer hold his hammer and fell to his knees.
"Orgrim, end my life and let me die like a warrior." Before dying, Blackhand seemed to get rid of the control of Gul'dan's mind spell and regained his own will. "Orcs, Horde, Blackstone Clan, all give it to you."
"Ah!" Seeing the stern and gentle black hand of the past again in his eyes, Orgrim couldn't help but burst into tears, and the rage in his heart almost burned his sanity. The Doomhammer's roar mixed with the elements ended Blackhand's life, and Orgrim became the new warchief of the Horde.
Since Gul'dan fell into an unexplained coma three days ago, Orgrim took decisive measures and finally succeeded in gaining leadership of the tribe today.
Returning to his residence, his trusted subordinates reported to Orgrimmar, "The warlocks obtained reliable information. Garona completed the task of assassinating the human king. The bastard dug out the heart of the king of Stormwind City."
"Find her, find Gul'dan's toy." Orgrim forced himself to cheer up from his sadness. Since he took over the title of warchief, he must fulfill the obligations of a chief.
"Send the order and prepare the army for war. It won't be long before humans are in chaos."
Just as the Horde was preparing to launch a new round of offensive, Sir Anduin Lothar heard about the death of King Llane of Stormwind City. Medivh, who personally killed the master of the Burning Legion - the corrupted soul of the fallen titan Sargeras, then received the news of Lion's death. Anduin Lothar lost his best friend in just a few days and felt unbearable.
"We can't stay any longer. Khadgar, I'll leave the aftermath to you. Open a portal to Stormwind City for me." Anduin Lothar cheered up and prepared to return to Stormwind City to take charge of the overall situation.
"I'm sorry, Sir Lothar. After the teacher's death, the magical energy in Karazhan was completely disordered. The teleportation spell cannot be accurately positioned at all. I cannot take such a huge risk to open the teleportation gate for you." Khadgar explained.
"Reginald Windsor, go tell everyone to get ready. We will return to Stormwind City in an hour." Anduin Lothar said goodbye to Khadgar, preparing to find some food to fill his stomach, and left from Karazhan Riding back to Stormwind was no easy task.
After receiving the order, Reginald Windsor, the messenger, ran all the way, shouting at the top of his voice to convey Sir Lothar's order to his companions scattered in the tower of Karazhan. When passing by a glass window, an illusory image appeared Attracted the attention of the young messenger.
In the picture, Reginald saw himself walking through a majestic city covered with scars, leading to a towering fortress, where he fought a life-and-death battle with a black dragon and finally died.
"Will I die at the hands of the black dragon?"
It is not a pleasant thing to foresee one's own death, but the optimistic Reginald Windsor suddenly thought: I will die at the hands of the black dragon, so I will be without danger in this war with the orcs!
Reginald Windsor suddenly felt that this was something to be happy about.
"Sir Lothar has orders to return to Stormwind City in an hour!" the messenger's voice became louder.
The Horde's army was unstoppable. After breaking through the Stormwind army that blocked the Swamp of Sorrows, the orcs rushed all the way, sparing all the human towns on the way. Orgrim has only one goal, Stormwind City.
Hurrying slowly, Anduin Lothar finally returned to Stormwind City before the orcs besieged the city. However, after the king's death, the nobles fought for power, and the entire kingdom was in chaos.
"You actually forgot to deliver supplies to the army because you wanted to elect the regent!" The furious Anduin Lothar was laughed at by these greedy and stupid nobles.
"Report, the griffon scouts discovered that the orcs were cutting down a large number of trees to make engineering equipment." The messenger came to the conference room and reported the latest news to the big shots.
"There were no layers of defense, no war mobilization, and no preparation of supplies. Now you think of me?" Although Anduin Lothar was angry, he took over the temporary command of the entire kingdom without hesitation.
One by one, well-responded orders were quickly issued. The nobles seemed to have finally found their backbone, but Anduin Lothar's expression became darker and darker.
The elite troops that blocked the intersection of Swamp of Sorrows were ruined by stupid nobles. Stormwind City now simply does not have enough troops to repel the orc army, and the connection between Stormwind City and other towns is also blocked by the orcs, making it impossible to recruit reinforcements. Stormwind City can no longer be defended. Anduin Lothar made a clear judgment.
"Protect Prince Varian and don't let the tricks of some despicable people succeed." Instructing his confidants to perform security tasks, Anduin Lothar decided to go to the cathedral to visit his old brother for the last time.
In Goldsmith Town, the orc army wiped out all human resistance forces and built this small town connected to all directions into a temporary headquarters of the tribe.
Orgrim is inspecting the construction progress of the trebuchet.
"Chief, we found traces of Garona." A subordinate reported to the chief.
"We must catch her, the Shadow Council will die!" Orgrim said viciously.
