The orcs can't do it this time...
Orgrim sounded the voice of the weak.
Although orcs are all born warriors, the big Gs of the Frostwolf clan are too young and have not experienced that horrific war. They have no intuitive concept of the battlefield and are completely in the position of seeing the world. One look at the status.
This is going to cost lives!
Drek'Thar, an old blind man who was a ghost and a ghost, completely used Orgrim as a tool. He calculated that Orgrim's glory would not allow Orgrim to accept failure, so he used the best in the clan to The guy sent it over.
However, apart from being obedient and daring to fight, these young green-skinned warriors know nothing about battle formations, formations, or tactical preparations.
Thrall, who was born as a gladiator, fell into the illusion that our troops were strong, but Orgrim could not.
So, he contacted Spartacus again.
"I need help."
"..."
"Transfer a group of veterans from your detention center to me."
"..."
"Spartacus, you must help me. This is also helping yourself, your master..."
"That's enough, Orgrim, this is your problem, not mine."
"You're an orc too."
"My chief, haven't you recognized the reality yet? The tribe is dead."
"Spartacus..."
"The tribe that relied on deception has perished, perished in another deception. Carlos has never deceived me with lies. I, we, the orcs who chose to atone for their sins all know what happened. It was almost, you only You are just a tiny bit away from being able to break through the city of Lordaeron. You are just a tiny bit away from becoming the hero of the orcs, the greatest hero. But you are not. Gul'dan betrayed you and betrayed everyone. .The tribe is dead, the tribe is dead, but the orcs cannot die. The sins we committed will be made up for by our generation. The children are innocent, understand? So I won’t kill you, do you understand? No, you don’t Understand, you only have desire in your eyes, you only see an opportunity, a chance to make a comeback..."
"I......"
"Don't talk, Orgrim, don't talk. I know I'm very verbose now, but if I don't say this and vent it out, I can't have a normal conversation with you."
"Now……"
"Don't deny it, that's the kind of person you are, Orgrim, that's the kind of person you are! That's why I am willing to go through life and death for you, and I have never regretted it! But you failed! Orgrim, you failed!!!" "
For the first time in over a decade, Spartacus confides.
The Holy Light is not a panacea, and Carlos's brainwashing is not an invincible method. It can eliminate the corrosion of evil energy on the mind. Spartacus does regret the dishonor in the war, but he has never fought against the tribe for the orcs. Living space feels guilty.
So he couldn't forgive Orgrim.
At that time, Orgrim had insight into Gulda's conspiracy. It was the Juggernauts who destroyed the Shadow Council together and severely injured Gul'dan and knocked him into a coma. Only then did Orgrim have a glorious duel with Black Hand.
Back then, it was Orgrim who was keenly aware of the changes in the balance of strength between the Horde and the Alliance, so Spartacus and three other sword masters secretly went to Alterac to help Aiden make a choice.
The holy light of Kalos may be able to make ordinary orcs sincerely repent, but for the swordmasters who have grown up in the hellish living environment of Draenor, this power is not enough to change the minds.
There is only one reason why Spartacus serves Carlos, the Barov family, and the Kingdom of Alterac.
For the orcs.
"We swore back then that we would create a future for everyone. But you forgot."
"NO, I have not!"
Orgrim retorted loudly.
"Ner'zhul ignored me! If I really forgot, I should be the warchief of my Blackstone clan in Frostfire Ridge now, instead of lingering in the human world looking for opportunities! If I really forgot, I should find A woman should give birth to a child and live the rest of my life in an ordinary way, instead of looking for any chance like a hound in the wilderness! I am the warchief of the tribe, and I am Orgrim Doomhammer! I have not forgotten it!"
Spartacus looked at the hot breath blowing out of Orgrim's nostrils, looked at his red eyes, and fell into deep thoughts.
"There is no chance, Orgrim. The Horde is dead and the Alliance is in decline. If you could have stood up a few years earlier, you might have had a chance. But now there is no chance. The man is back, covered in steel and blood. The smell is back. You are no match for him, you are already old, and he is still young and strong. Follow the plan and save as many as you can, and don’t kill your compatriots for your own desires."
Orgrim wanted to refute Spartacus loudly, but the tone changed in the end.
"So I need manpower, veterans from back then. Give me veterans from back then, a hundred, fifty, ten, whatever number is fine. Give me real warriors and let me fight for the orcs again."
Spartacus was silent.
a long time……
"I try my best."
Not wanting to talk anymore, Spartacus' figure disappeared from Orgrim's sight.
"how?"
When Orgrim returned to the camp, Thrall immediately got out of the crowd and came to his side.
"Wait for the news."
Orgrim said with complicated emotions.
Orcs are natural warriors, but there are also three levels of warriors. On the battlefield, there may be a situation where less can defeat more, but there is absolutely no way where weak can defeat strong. Weak is weak, strong is strong. The Frostwolf Clan has been recuperating in the mountains for many years and has gradually regained its strength. However, the young men of the Frostwolf Clan are so different from the Alliance soldiers.
Fighting alone, every orc boy is good, and Orgrim has no doubt that they can defeat the alliance.
But war is never fought alone.
Orgrim felt that he should have met Carlos Barov on the battlefield, but he had no impression of his appearance at all.
The careerist of the alliance, the so-called King of Knights, was sharpening his knife behind his back, preparing to continue cutting meat from the orcs.
So Orgrim felt that he couldn't follow his plan.
Just using each other.
Looking at the vibrant new generation of orcs in the camp, Orgrim's scolding couldn't be uttered.
If the tribe had won back then, wouldn't it mean that the orcs wouldn't have to suffer like this now, and I wouldn't have to be angry because of the young lads' slightly immature and loose attitude.
"You guys are really not good soldiers."
Finally, Orgrim said calmly and helplessly.
"Why?"
Sal sincerely asked for advice. His eyes shone with sincerity and desire, a light that was familiar to Orgrim.
This little guy...
Orgrim suddenly understood that his love for Thrall was not just because he was Durotan's son.
Also because Sal looks so much like himself back then.
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