"Chief, Red can't be trusted!"
"I don't fully trust him, but the current situation requires me to show my trust in him."
"In just one day, the clan has already sacrificed the lives of three thousand warriors, just to get close to the human sentry arrow tower?"
"That's part of the promise, I've fulfilled it, and the rest is Red's business."
"But……"
"It's nothing, Anduin Lothar, that cunning human. He ambushed at least 20,000 people in Searing Canyon near the gate of Blackstone Mountain. He can reach the battlefield in half a day. Not only do we not have an advantage in numbers, There is no geographical advantage, and morale is not enough.”
"Then let's retreat."
"Retreat? To where? To Draenor?"
"No, that's not what I meant. I meant that we can withdraw from this battle."
"I heard your suggestion. Now warriors, obey the chief's orders and prepare to fight."
"Yes, yes."
Orgrim stood on a hillside, watching the last Alliance sentry tower being pulled out by the tribe's warriors. The road to the Alliance camp had been opened, and the only one left was the one that made people's scalp numb just by looking at it. The war fortress was gone.
If the Blackstone Clan hadn't been divided, I would have demolished this fortress to pieces within a day!
Orgrim gasped angrily.
For the sake of the unity of the tribe, Orgrim had previously depleted the Blackstone clan's vitality too much. In every tough battle, the Blackstone orcs would always be there.
However, the failure of the cross-sea battle became the beginning of an inexplicable rout.
Even if Hilbrad's tribe suffered a disastrous defeat due to Gul'dan's betrayal, I don't know how many orc soldiers were separated from human territory, and I don't know how many war materials were left in the continent of Lordaeron. But strategically speaking, the Horde was not a complete failure.
The environment in Northrend has deteriorated rapidly, and the orcs need a new habitat. For this purpose, the tribe is not afraid of sacrifice.
The failure of the Northern Expedition was of no consequence. In Draenor, there were thousands of orcs ready to go, and the small human alliance could not stop the torrent of orcs.
This is how it should be.
It should be like this.
It shouldn’t be like this!
Orgrim found himself caught up in the endless intrigues among the orcs.
Red's Blackhand took away some of the Blackstone Orcs, and the direct consequence was that Orgrim was unable to subdue the Blood Cave Clan and other smaller clans.
As long as the orcs regain their strength, the Alliance will surely be destroyed.
Orgrim was convinced of this.
But at this moment, in addition to hating Gul'dan, Orgrim felt a little nostalgic for Gul'dan.
Those warlocks are really good at playing with people's hearts.
If all the Blackstone orcs stationed in Lakeside Town, Elwynn Forest, and Dark Portal are mobilized to the front line and mobilized to the Burning Plains, Orgrim will have nothing to fear. But the chief of the tribe could not and did not dare to issue this order.
In order to unite the majority, the interests of a small number of people must always be sacrificed.
In order to unite the absolute majority of the orcs, Orgrim must sacrifice his own interests.
Therefore, under Orgrim's sacrifice and dedication, the tribe is slowly recovering its vitality and reuniting its morale.
It's just that the menacing Alliance army is the strongest army since the Arathor Empire disintegrated the Troll Empire.
Facing such an alliance army, Orgrim no longer had the confidence to win.
That's why this completely unreasonable offensive action was taken.
Red Blackhand proposed a plan to Orgrim, claiming that he surrendered to the Black Dragon just to defeat the enemy. As long as Orgrim leads the troops to attack the Alliance Fortress, Red Blackhand will activate the mechanism to close the gate of the Blackstone Mountain Tunnel, and then kill him from behind. Go out, attack front and back with Orgrim, and destroy this alliance army isolated in the Burning Plains.
The only condition raised by Red Blackhand is that this honor must belong to the Blackstone Clan.
A very tempting plan, and Orgrim thought it was worth a try.
Therefore, the chief of the tribe left half of the tribe to watch the situation, and strictly ordered the remaining 100,000 orcs from other clans in the Burning Plains to continue to strengthen fortifications, build war equipment, and hoard food and grass. And he led the other half of the Blackstone clan to implement Red's Black Hand's plan, which seemed pretty good.
"Great Chief, it's getting dark soon. Do you want the forward troops to prepare for night battles?"
"Go ahead and let the forwards prepare their best, and at the same time, let the second-line reserve team prepare for counterattack. Tonight, neither our tribe nor the opposite alliance, let anyone have a good night's sleep."
While Orgrim was arranging his troops, Lothar was also arranging response plans with many commanders at the Alliance War Fortress, which was only ten kilometers away.
"The attack of the orcs this time is very strange. When things go wrong, there are always people who are evil. I thought about it briefly, and it is just two strategies that are most likely to be outflanking us from the front and back to cut off our retreat, and to fake defeat and lure us out of the fortress. "
Lothar touched the oily skin on the top of his head and began to call names.
"Uther, how is the defense behind the camp?"
"Marshal, due to terrain problems, it is very difficult to defend the corridor leading to Blackstone Mountain. It is even said that it is impossible to carry out effective defense at all. So I planted a lot of explosives directly outside the mountain pass. If the orcs dare to attack our rear from the direction of Blackstone Mountain, I will The explosives will be detonated directly to temporarily block their attack route."
"Then what?"
Lothar continued to ask questions.
"Then I will stand firm and wait for reinforcements from the marshal."
"It's not a solution, it's better than no solution at all. Just sit down."
After Lothar nodded to indicate that Uther's plan was approved, he asked the officers one by one to ask questions, from drinking water storage to ammunition supply, from the placement of the injured to the rotation of troops. After discussion and negotiation, every issue that was small but not negligible was finally resolved. Not a perfect but executable solution, Lothar finally asked: "Turalyon, didn't you prepare some bedtime snacks for our old enemy tonight?"
"Of course I'm prepared. I guarantee that the orcs will be happy until dawn."
Amidst a burst of pleasant laughter, a burst of low thunder continued. Listening to the direction, it was over the Storm Altar.
It’s begun...
Lothar closed his eyes, froze for a moment, then opened them again, his mind completely focused on the battle in front of him.
Let’s get started…
Carlos... Alleria... must come back alive.
Turalyon was saddened by his inability to pass.
It’s begun...
Uther's clenched palms emitted divine light from the gaps, and the Lightbringer was full of fighting spirit.
"Will it rain in the Burning Steppes too?"
Orgrim asked.
"Yes, there is a record of rain last winter."
"With such loud thunder, I hope it won't be bad weather tomorrow."
The chief of the tribe decided to go back to the camp and take a nap. I'm afraid it will be a sleepless night tonight, and I can't do it without replenishing my energy.
