Chapter 455: Horde's Ultimate Move

The great chief of the tribe actually came to ask if the deputy commander of the alliance was in collusion with the strongest warlock of the tribe?

What the hell is this?

Most orcs can't understand Common, but elves can!

All of a sudden, the elves pricked up their slender ears.

The two sides stopped fighting unknowingly, opened a distance, and listened to the dialogue between the two big bosses. The few orcs who know the Common are ready to serve as interpreters.

As a big player in the league, Duke could not answer Orgrim's brain-twitching pre-battle call.

Duke dared not answer.

Colluding with the tribe is definitely the number one crime.

Think about the fate that Alterac is about to face. It is estimated that King Aiden will bear the eternal infamy after his death.

Duke answered with amplified magic.

"Collusion!? Orgrim, the pathetic king of orcs! Don't you know that you have been used by Gul'dan? No, it should be said, you really don't know—our alliance and your tribe, both Is it a victim of the conspiracy of the demon giants of the Burning Legion?"

"What!?" No wonder Orgrim was surprised, he really didn't know the motivation behind Gul'dan, his real source of power.

"The soul of the evil god Sargeras, the lord of the Burning Legion, controlled our world guardian Medivh. He colluded with your warlock Gul'dan who was tempted by the demon commander Kil'jaeden. This is how the Dark Portal came about. With your tribe invading the world of Azeroth. To put it bluntly, you orcs are just pathfinders for the demons to invade this world."

"No—that's because our world is on the verge of destruction..." Orgrim argued.

"That's right, it's because of the power of demons that your world has been destroyed." Duke sneered mercilessly.

Orgrim was taken aback.

He had to think back to his late friend Durotan's complaint 'I think Gul'dan and his warlocks destroyed our world. You see, everywhere they go, they use their fel power. The land is drying up, the trees are dying, and without the grass, there will be no prey. Without prey, the orcs had to starve to death. '

He will never forget that when his clan migrated to the front of the Dark Gate, how many clan members died on the way.

The weak, the sick, and the dead after being wounded by the counterattack of the prey.

Once upon a time, the survival rules of the survival of the fittest for thousands of years made him take it for granted. Thinking about it now, whether Durotan or Duke, what they said was undoubtedly true.

When Orgrim saw with his own eyes that the Portal of Darkness had just opened, it was still a swamp that was filthy but definitely lacking in the breath of life. But now? In winter, he went back to the Dark Portal. It became a dead place where not a single blade of grass could grow.

Gray hills, red earth.

There are no ordinary beasts, but monsters mutated by fel energy.

Looking back now, it should be the demonic power of the warlocks.

"Hahaha! Have you figured it out? You orcs are nothing but a group of poor worms played by demons. All your glory is just a joke embellished with demon conspiracy. And it is Gul'dan who actually made fun of you!" Du Ke spat out his poisonous tongue mercilessly: "Have you figured it out? If you figure it out, then get out! Orcs, get out of your world!"

"Gul'dan!" Orgrim roared into the sky, swinging his hammer, "I will kill you with this! I will see you pay for your betrayal!"

When Orgrim shouted here, there were really a few people on the Alliance side who thought that perhaps there would be no need to fight in the future.

They are so naive.

"However, the Horde has no choice! We will punish the traitors! But the orcs must survive! So - your world, we will decide!"

Duke's face suddenly changed.

Orgrim took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down: "I will take my clan to the south, we will clear the obstacles along the way, we will keep this road open, after Gul'dan is dealt with, We'll be back again. Then, it will be the end of your alliance!"

Although he himself doubted whether what he said would come true, this time they were lucky enough to catch Lordaeron by surprise, but this kind of thing would not happen again.

Orgrim had to say.

If you lose, you don't lose.

The momentum cannot be weak.

Since the goal is always to annihilate the other party, there is no such thing as peace at all, and there is no need to show weakness.

Duke narrowed his eyes, and said coldly, "You don't have to wait, today, I want you all to die here!"

Duke raised his hand, and immediately led by the self-explosive demon spirit, the alliance troops attacked again.

However, at this moment, the tribe has a clear goal - to break through.

Even if Alleria and other rangers frantically rained arrows on the tribe, and Marian and other mages continued to release magic attacks, the effect was very limited.

Whenever they almost catch up with the tribe's rear, there will be a small clan with hundreds of people turning back to fight to the death. The Silver Hand led by Tirion Fordring, after all, only led a group of city guards who could barely ride on horseback, and their combat power was simply scum.

Orgrim successfully led his army back into the Alterac Mountains after the Horde paid an additional 5,000 lives.

Orgrim withdrew, but Duke was not happy at all. Because he knew what the Horde came to the rescue.

On the western battlefield, the battle is still fierce.

At this moment, Kurdran Wildhammer suddenly felt that something else was coming from the sky. He took a look, and in the south directly above his head, a black figure flew down from the clouds. At first he thought it was a person from the sky. The warrior who reported the battlefield news to him, but he immediately felt that this guy didn't fly like a griffin.

And there are more shadows coming from the southeast, it seems that they are passing through Lordamere Lake, and they are probably flying at a higher altitude than them, but what are these things?

However, as these black shadows approached at a high speed, they became larger and larger, overwhelming his vision!

"In the name of Eriforn," Kurdran murmured, completely overwhelmed by the largest of them all.

Slender body, long tail and neck, huge wings flapping occasionally, and extending high into the sky - only a flying creature can have such a large body.

As the last of the dark clouds cleared and the sun shone on them, the creature glowed red—with crimson scales all over, and Kurdran knew he was right.

This is a train.

Red dragon or something, Kurdran's kill count has reached double digits.

But this one is completely different, because if he hadn't been dazzled, this is an ancient dragon whose size is close to that of the five dragon kings, and must be more than ten thousand years old!