The reason why miracles are called miracles is because most people have heard of them but have never seen them.
If Orgrim can lead the Horde to a comeback under such circumstances, then this in itself cannot be called a miracle.
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The glory and dignity of the orcs, and the sense of identity from the race drove Orgrim to make the decision to divide his troops and return to support the Dark Portal, and even teamed up with the Burning Blade clan and almost all the sword masters who were loyal to him.
Orgrim did what the warchief of the Horde should have done.
There is only one thing left - to survive.
Two years ago, the 80,000 Alliance troops were nothing more than chickens and dogs. The tribe's army only had to press forward, and all the humans would be destroyed. No one could escape.
However, times have changed, and it is the tribe and the orcs who have personally cultivated the monster that is the Alliance.
When Orgrim led the orcs who were determined to die all the way to counterattack, the alliance did not resist and delay the enemy layer by layer as expected.
It is true that the Horde Orcs are now relying only on a sense of indignation and fighting spirit. The longer it takes, the better it will be for the Alliance.
But Turalyon was like the hardest rock in the cesspit, choosing the toughest way to deal with it.
If you want to fight, then fight!
Don't leave the Dark Swamp, go back!
At the height of the battle, the orcs broke through the alliance's last defenses seven times, but were pushed back by the humans each time. When the fortress fell, Turalyon even detonated the arms warehouse and had to pull the orcs on his back.
There were no probing attacks, no deployment of troops, no rotation of replacements.
Under the provocative lines of "The Last Battle", all alliance soldiers knew one thing: after the enemy is dead, they can survive.
In the existence of Azeroth, less can defeat more, and there has never been anything less than weak can defeat strong.
When fear cannot spread, when humans suppress the fear of familiar tribes, even if Orgrim fights on the front line, he cannot change the foreseeable fate.
Destiny!
Orcs, they can't hold on any longer.
The fear of a tragic fate drives the orcs to unleash their final potential. This fighting enthusiasm drives the orcs to be fearless and fearless of death, and drives the tribe to be unstoppable.
But the world is material, and the life of the orcs is also fresh. They need water when they are thirsty and eat meat when they are hungry. During the long blockade of the alliance, the orcs are no longer the original orcs.
The high fighting spirit can allow the orcs to temporarily ignore physical fatigue, and the stimulation of donating blood can make the soldiers forget the pain of injuries.
But the orcs, who are not afraid of death, face enemies who are also willing to sacrifice their lives.
Just as the mountain pass behind Stonard blocked the way to the Dark Portal, the pass fortified by the Alliance also blocked the orcs' way of survival.
The mountain pass, which is less than three thousand meters wide, is densely packed with Alliance banners. Breaking through the mountain pass, Orgrim is confident that he will lead the orcs to turn the newly restored Elvin region into a red land.
However, at this moment, the tribe is like a fly in a glass jar - the future is bright, but there is no way out.
Orgrim faced the most powerful army in mankind in the past thousand years, a revenge army with the purpose of destroying the orcs.
The chief of the tribe judged immediately with his rich experience that the only way for the orcs to survive was to fight hard, bloody and to the death.
Only by breaking through the alliance's blockade regardless of casualties can the tribe have room for change.
It's a pity that Orgrim's opponent is Turalyon, the brightest new star in the alliance. To describe it in words that ordinary people can understand, he is the strongest general in the alliance.
No general would squeeze tens of thousands of troops together like stacks of bricks. Once the front army collapses, the ignorant soldiers in the rear will be overwhelmed in confusion, which is the so-called defeat.
But Turalyon did just that.
Not only did he do this, but he also did it to perfection.
Using the toughest stance to deal with the orcs' counterattack, Turalyon viewed Orgrim's efforts as the Horde's dying struggle.
When the orcs' first offensive was contained, the generals on both sides knew that this long war was over.
Orgrim did not give up his desire for victory, and Turalyon did not allow the Alliance to be shaken again.
A three-day fierce battle, from day to night, from night to dusk, from rainy days to bright sunshine, from gentle breeze and drizzle to roaring thunder.
Turalyon fought on the front lines until the orcs began to collapse.
At this moment, he finally understood what it meant that there were many people who could do whatever they wanted.
The army sent by Carlos to attack Stonard did not become the last straw that broke Orgrim's mind. These Alliance warriors did not arrive at Stonard until five days after the decisive battle.
The orcs had already abandoned their fortress.
In order to avoid the alliance's pursuit, the orcs who suffered heavy casualties abandoned existing roads and went deep into the swamp. They dispersed into small groups and escaped deep into the mountains.
Enough is enough.
Orcs who lack food and clothing, orcs who have lost their organization...
The tribe is finished.
A rough estimate is that Orgrim led troops to the north for more than 40,000 orcs, more than 20,000 were killed in battle, and more than 10,000 surrendered. Even if Stonard's old, weak, sick, disabled and pregnant were included, the number of escaped orcs would not exceed five. thousand.
Enough is enough, nature will punish the orcs instead of the alliance.
This time, the war is really over.
The reckless fighting to the death can be said to be a disservice to the Alliance side.
But Turalyon immediately sent reinforcements and supplies to the Dark Portal.
The majestic Dark Door just stood there quietly, neither small nor humble.
Khadgar arrived after a long journey, feeling the surging magic power emanating from the Dark Portal, and couldn't help but praise Carlos.
"You are right. Passing through the Dark Portal rashly is a dangerous thing. Let me study it."
No one doubted that the Union would lose the war.
But when victory does come, many people have an unreal feeling.
Won? Really win!
In front of this majestic Dark Portal, under this profound magical power, who dares to claim to be the winner.
The news of the Alliance's victory spread back to Lordaeron, and the people cheered for joy. Dalaran and Silvermoon City were ecstatic.
But under the Dark Portal, Carlos stared into the abyss on the other side of the world, and above the Dark Portal, Chromie faced Medivh.
"You shouldn't be here, Guardian."
"But I'm here."
"You shouldn't have come."
"I must come."
"Leave, this world no longer needs your protection."
"Chromie, I've heard you, you're too conceited."
"Conceited? No, this is an inevitable choice for all world lines, Star Mage, haven't you heard the call of the stars?"
"I heard it. After I was resurrected, when I truly became myself, I understood my mission. Bronze Dragon, it is no longer your prerogative to manipulate fate. I can do it too now."
"If you could also see the trajectory of fate, you shouldn't be here."
"The Dark Portal must be closed, otherwise when this door drains Draenor's energy, our world will be destroyed next. I am one of its creators, and I know what kind of monster it is. "
"..."
Seeing that Chromie was lost in thought, Medivh also took a step back.
"There is still time, let us all think about it. But Bronze Dragon, there is not much time. The mortal war has ended, and the war belonging to the monsters has never stopped. I respect Nozdormu and you Bronze Dragon Legion All the hard work. But don’t keep me waiting too long.”
In the dark night, McGrady left like a raven.
