Chapter 273 The Injured Gul'dan (Subscribe)

Orgrim was irritable.

The failure to attack Nanhai Town across the sea was already a disgrace on his great chief's resume. Although everyone knows that this is just a relatively large-scale tentative attack by Orgrim. Because the main clan that actually fought was only more than 25,000 people from Zhange, and most of the rest of the fighters came from small and medium clans.

But failure is failure, and the simple and rude orcs have no concept of feint in their eyes.

Most of them believed that Stormwind City was captured by the Black Hand Warchief, and Orgrim just turned around and picked up an empty city. However, Ironforge, which was supposed to be Orgrim's record, has not been completely captured for a long time.

It wasn't that Kilrogg's dead-eyed Blood Hollow clan didn't work hard, but that the warriors of the Blood Hollow clan were stuck when they attacked near the gate of Ironforge. No orc can withstand that kind of three-dimensional, all-round cannon fodder blow.

Many times there is a sudden hole in the mountain wall, from which will shoot deadly shots, or guns, or worse, cannons.

The biggest achievement is to push into the door, almost entering the core area of ​​the dwarves, and then the warriors who went inside encountered the pocket array made by the dwarves with steam tanks and various cannons.

Those orc warriors were ashamed like this.

This has nothing to do with courage, it is purely a matter of fighting philosophy.

Just now, the news came that it was another failure of Orgrim.

The news from the Pathfinder Fleet came back from the Swamp of Sorrows that the ocean-going fleet he had painstakingly built was almost wiped out, and almost none of them could return.

"From the shore to the deepest part of the sea, a super giant vortex that spans the entire sea area?" Orgrim wondered if the luck of the orcs had run out, although he never really believed in this.

In the past, he might still be talking about the protection of the spirits of the ancestors, but after almost all the orc shamans abandoned the tradition and changed from shaman to warlock, he has never heard of any warlock who can still sense the call of Mother Earth.

What Orgrim had to face was that winter was coming. Before the end of this winter, he probably won't be able to organize a decent cross-sea battle.

Wetlands, as the name suggests, are areas composed of a large number of swamps and shallow puddles. Wintering here is a nightmare. It is true that orcs endure hardships and stand hard work, but given a choice, no one would want to spend the winter in such a wet and cold place.

Not long after Orgrim took office as the great chief, the disadvantages of insufficient prestige began to appear.

He didn't have enough confidence to overwhelm those irascible chiefs. And it seems that the requirements are so reasonable.

"We are willing to fight to the death for the tribe. But at least give us a stable winter. Unless it is a catastrophe, no clan will choose to fight in winter."

"We have conquered a whole continent, and the warriors of the tribe are very tired, and winter is the time to produce the next generation of tribe warriors. I can't object to this tradition."

What do orcs do in winter? As long as there is enough food, the orcs will all be roasted by the fire, eat the stored food, and give birth to little orcs in the arms of female orcs.

This is the tradition that the orcs have passed down for tens of thousands of years.

Orgrim reluctantly agreed that the army would retreat to the more comfortable Loch Modan area a little to the south. In order to appease his Blackrock clan, he even moved most of the Blackrock clan's orcs back to Elwynn Forest.

Of course, the orcs of the Blackstone clan were also willing to travel for half a month to return to this territory that had been conquered by sacrificing more than a hundred thousand of their compatriots. After all, it is warmer there, and not all the forests that Duke burned, there are still a lot of trees that can be used as charcoal fires for heating in winter.

Orgrim's only consolation is that Zuluhed, the chieftain and shaman of the Dragonmaw clan, his new lieutenant, brought him 'the news', and his biggest heart disease-Gul'dan was injured.

He visited Gul'dan yesterday:

Things are not looking good for the tribe's onetime shadowy ruler.

"Sorry, Warchief, humans have a very strong mage. Although I have severely injured him, it is obvious that I will not be able to serve the Horde for a long time." While speaking, Gul'dan not only The air was like a spring, and his shoulders were completely covered by huge ice blocks.

It should be said that half of his body was embedded in a block of ice.

Orgrim squinted his eyes. It's not that he has never seen the ice magic of a human mage, but this is the first time he has seen such a terrifying one. An ice pick pierced Gul'dan's shoulder, centering on the wound, a frighteningly cold energy gathered there and never dissipated.

Orgrim roughly smashed nearly half of the ice cube with the [Doomhammer], but it was useless. The ice cube seemed like an amoeba that could increase in value infinitely. In just a few seconds, it returned to its original shape again. .

Orgrim frowned.

"This is a mysterious human energy method called [Arcane circuit]. The strong man injected part of his power into my body and formed an independent cycle. Before destroying this power, my injury There is no cure."

Orgrim nodded: "You take care of your wounds."

Orgrim left without even asking Gul'dan to provide the Horde with more death knights.

Who knew that as soon as Orgrim left, Gul'dan sneered. In front of his confidant, the double-headed ogre magician Gul'gall, the ice on his shoulders shattered, and the seemingly incomparably cold and powerful ice pick was left with only a small piece of chopsticks stuck on Gul'dan's shoulder superior.

"Orgrim you idiot who doesn't know what power is. Fine, get back to your wars. I have other things to do, and because of your peace of mind, I'll have more freedom to focus on These things. I will continue to play this loyal warlock who wounded the Horde's honor. But I swear...it won't be forever. Soon I will have what I seek, and then you and the Horde will disappear from my presence forever. I will set up a new force to replace you, a force that is only loyal to me, and then I will transform the world according to my plan! Hahahaha!"

Gul'dan laughed wildly, and his laughter greatly encouraged the remaining Warlocks of the Shadow Council...

After Orgrim left, he took his guards and walked straight to the Dragon Roar clan's residence.

Beside the patriarch's big tent, Orgrim saw a thin and wrinkled old orc, but there were still a pair of piercing brown-red eyes under the tattered gray braid.

"Zulhed!" Orgrim yelled.

The old orc shaman looked at the sound and found that the great chief was calling his name, so he immediately stood up and pushed away the wine glass and large plate in front of him.

~_~ Last night for my husband’s birthday, I was able to leave after 8 o’clock, but because the new book period left out his wife and children, the father-in-law used a wine glass to avenge his precious daughter... As a result... I was hungover... Today repair……