Orgrim's plan is not mysterious at all, it is nothing more than a strong man's broken arm.
"The faster you move, the safer we will be. If you blow up that wall, humans will panic and go to Arathi to cause trouble. The more you move, the more chances we have to escape."
Although Thrall felt that Orgrim was hiding something, it felt like the plan was feasible.
Without escaping from the alliance's sphere of influence and escaping from the human encirclement, the orcs would have no future.
So Thrall led the liberated orcs to embark on a difficult long march.
And Orgrim, with a bunch of old guys, trapped Durnholde.
When Orgrim really blocked the city gate, the old orcs who hated him and had spit on him lowered their heads again, knelt down in front of him, and respectfully called him "Warchief".
Orcs have never been afraid of death. When Orgrim convinced them about the future of the next generation, more than 8,000 orcs who were in the aging stage took the initiative to stand up.
Don't drag the children down.
It wouldn't hurt to die if I could do something for the children.
The defeated orcs lost their dignity and freedom, leaving only racial kinship.
So Orgrim succeeded.
The people who know you best are always your enemies.
A shabby battle flag, Carlos's army pressed forward like a lion fighting a rabbit.
"A large group of orcs left Durnholde Castle and headed towards the Hinterlands."
"Divide a cavalry team to patrol the Hinterlands Mountain Road closely, and then send 5,000 people to defend the Hinterlands. We must block the orcs in the mountains."
"As commanded."
"Also...forget it, order the cavalry troops south of Thoradin's Wall to stand still."
"As commanded."
Originally, Carlos wanted the cavalry on the Arathi Plateau to go north to search the mountainous areas for small groups of orcs who would cross the border.
But after thinking about it, I still had to consider the attitude of Stromgarde, and there was no need to do so, so I changed my mind and let them continue to guard Thoradin's Gate.
As the anger subsided and Luna's influence returned, Carlos unconsciously began to subconsciously think about the issue of releasing the water orcs.
According to the agreement with Orgrim, Carlos delayed the attack for two days so that the orcs would not harm the lives of the three thousand defenders of Durnholde Castle.
So Carlos prepared for five days on the pretext of annihilating all the orcs, and then led his army to surround Durnholde Castle with the top of Mount Hyjal.
No room left, no mouth left alive.
Carlos thought there were at least thirty thousand orcs in the castle.
But the battle started at dawn, the sun had not yet set, and the orcs had already shown their defeat.
It's not that orcs are not good at fighting.
On the contrary, the orcs with their fearless tactics and excellent coordination caused great obstacles to Carlos' army.
"Your Majesty, they blocked the city gate, and our blasting was not successful."
"How long will it take to collapse the city wall?"
"We have a lot of explosives ready, but it will take at least three days to assemble the kind of large trebuchet you want."
"Send people to dig tunnels and blow up the city wall at night."
"As commanded."
With Carlos's order issued, the battle for the day was effectively over.
Orgrim counted the number of people after the humans retreated, and out of 8,000 veterans, only less than 3,000 were left.
"We are all old..."
The orcs who stayed did so voluntarily.
The living orcs sang loudly beside the campfire, remembering the wind and snow of Draenor, and calmly welcomed the death of tomorrow.
This gesture made Carlos give up the idea of a night attack.
So on the second day, several holes were blown through the city wall.
"Great Chief, what should we do? There are too few of us to guard so many gaps!"
"Pull the human captives to gag them."
"OK!"
Without any hesitation, Orgrim broke the contract.
"That bitch!"
When Spartacus saw this scene, he was so angry that his gums bled.
But just when Carlos was about to ignore the lives of the prisoners and launch a strong attack, the orcs released the prisoners.
There are not many, there are three unfillable gaps, one hundred people per gap.
After these prisoners were released, a new batch of prisoners were immediately pulled to plug the gap.
In this way, relying on three thousand human captives, Orgrim survived until the sun went down.
But it is no longer possible to rely on more than a thousand old and exhausted orc warriors to continue to guard Durnholde Castle.
Can't even hold on tonight.
Humanity has an army of fifty thousand, with enough troops to rotate and replace, but Orgrim has nothing.
So, he stood on the city wall before the sun set. "
"Carlos Barov, I want to fight you! I am Orgrim, the chief of the tribe, your nightmare!"
Carlos, who was already considering letting the soldiers build a bonfire platform to prepare for a night battle without withdrawing troops, was stunned when he heard the news brought by the messenger.
He had no idea that Orgrim was actually in Durnholde Castle instead of leading the orcs into the mountains.
This is unreasonable.
Orgrim is different from other orcs. He is a rare strategist, conspirator, and even politician among the orcs.
Although his health began to decline in his forties, his wisdom and strategy were at their peak.
How could an orc with such an extremely important status defend Durnholde Castle? !
Carlos sensed something was wrong.
But for this honor, no one else is qualified to receive it except him.
"Take my weapons and my armor, and be armed by my horse."
While Carlos ordered his attendants to prepare, he turned to the senior general beside him and said, "For Anduin Lothar."
"For Ser Lothar."
There are two totems erected by Terenas Menethil II.
A man named Anduin Lothar, and all the people of Lordaeron should remember his dedication to freedom and survival.
The other is named Carlos Barov. The Alliance should not forget the fearless sacrifice he made at the Dark Portal.
However, Carlos came back alive.
So he could only lift Anduin Lothar high.
At this time, any agitation and speech are just lame bragging. There is no need to say more, a slogan is enough.
In less than twenty minutes, the general raised his flag, the captain led his horse, the king wore battle armor, and the commander held a sharp sword. Carlos Barov was already standing at the sealed main entrance of Durnholde Castle.
The sun was setting in the west, and there was still more than an hour before dark. Orgrim was thinking about what kind of verbal confrontation he could use to get Carlos Barov to agree to a duel tomorrow.
In this way, there was a silent confrontation for several minutes. Under the smoke and flames, Carlos and Orgrim looked at each other from a distance of more than fifty yards, with only the sound of the howling wind.
At this time, a roar came from the mountains in the distance, like the sound of angry waves crashing on the shore on a stormy night.
It's low, depressing, but also contains surging power.
Orgrim smiled at the old guys around him.
No more thinking about words or rhetoric.
A basket carrying Orgrim slowly landed from the city wall.
Although Carlos didn't know what the sound was about just now, it was definitely not a good thing.
So he got off his horse and walked towards Orgrim.
Let's end this duel quickly. Carlos found that he was very concerned about the roar just now, and even felt a little uneasy.
"long time no see."
Orgrim had been shouting at the end of his throat after fighting for two consecutive days. His voice at this time was very hoarse and unpleasant, like the sound of two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other.
"Let's begin, the last great chief of the tribe."
Carlos untied his cloak and drew his weapon.
"Hahahaha, a king, my pleasure."
Although he understood, he didn't quite understand what it meant. Carlos gathered his thoughts and attacked.
Orgrim, who was already exhausted, was simply incapable of engaging in a duel that carried victory and honor, so he gave up victory and only chose honor.
Only attack but not defend, and trade lives for lives.
It's a pity that Carlos is stronger and younger after all.
Out of revenge, Carlos inflicted the same wounds on Orgrim that Lothar had suffered.
As blood burst out of his body, Orgrim's life force drained away rapidly.
He could no longer swing his axe, and could only stand on the ground to support his body.
Carlos placed the sword blade on Orgrim's neck, feeling strangely peaceful.
"The era of tribes is over."
Orgrim's pupils had begun to dilate, and Carlos wasn't even sure he heard what he was saying.
"No."
Orgrim said in Common Tongue.
"It's just the beginning."
Then, amid the shouts of "lok't oga", Orgrim raised his weapon high and burst out with his final strength.
Then, after a while, he saw the earth, mountains and the setting sun.
