Chapter 546 The Twilight of the Tribe (Limited to One Change)

The westerly wind is bleak, and the cold wind of autumn makes everything on the Burning Plain even drier.

The dry and barren land is emitting almost endless heat. The source of the heat is naturally the high uplifted active volcanoes on the plain, including the Black Rock Mountain in the northwest of the Burning Plain. These volcanoes are constantly spewing lava slowly. The fiery magma is changing the landscape of the entire plain almost every moment.

Sitting on the high platform to the east of the Blackrock Tower in Blackrock Mountain, Great Chief Orgrim looked at the distant scenery a little blankly.

It is said to be the Blackstone Tower, but from the outside, this 'tower' is not obvious.

Because the entire 'tower' is embedded in the towering Black Rock Mountain, dozens of hot lava flows down from the lava vents on the mountain, creating many vertical lines visually, dividing the gray-black Black Rock Mountain into vertical sections. So many parts.

The so-called Blackstone Tower, in fact, should be called the Blackstone Fortress more appropriately.

Orgrim didn't know that the platform he was sitting on would become the burial place of the black dragon prince Nefarian in the future. He just stared blankly at the scenery outside the high platform.

To the north is the scorching canyon that also exudes high temperature and heat. The dark iron dwarves who have recently reached a cooperation agreement with the tribe are building weapons for the tribe day and night in the rough stove in the canyon.

To the south is the Burning Plains, where more than 150,000 orc warriors are camping on a slightly flat place under Blackstone Mountain. These orcs who just came to the world of Azeroth after crossing the Dark Portal don't know the horror of the Alliance and the Red Dragon Army. They are eagerly waiting for the arrival of this glorious battle.

The hundred thousand orc peons were also excited about being distributed with sophisticated weapons, and they felt that this was an opportunity to change their status.

At this time, Zulushid, the chief of the Dragonmaw clan, came. He looked at Orgrim who was sitting on the edge of the platform, and said rudely, "Warchief, the new warriors of the Horde want you to speak."

"Speak? I'll go. But not now." Orgrim didn't look back.

"Why? You know our guys are impatient? They've all been drinking that stuff, after all."

"Yes! Maybe we should thank the blood of the devil, making the orcs violent and aggressive without worrying about low morale." Orgrim had an undisguised sarcasm on his face: "Yes, because of the blood of the devil, We orcs still have absolute confidence in victory, and we can tolerate me, a bad guy, continuing to sit in the position of the great chief, instead of a warrior calling Mak'gora to kill me."

Zuluhed fell silent.

Blackrock Spire could see that most of the orcs below were newcomers to Azeroth, with a single mind. They have never experienced the helplessness of having the upper hand but not being able to win. I have never experienced the pain and despair of occupying more than half of the continent but being killed step by step by human beings.

Where are the strongest clans in the tribe once?

The Blackrock Clan can almost be declared extinct. After experiencing the burning of Elwynn Forest, the burning of Stormwind City, the Battle of Crossing the Sea and the Battle of Lordaeron City, plus the Black Fang Clan split from the Black Hand Brothers, all fell to the strongest , the Heishi clan, which has nearly 300,000 people and nearly 200,000 fighters, now has less than 5,000 people left in the whole clan. Not even a third-rate clan.

Under the leadership of the Blackhand brothers, the Black Fang clan was first tricked by Duke in the Arathi Highlands, and then after chasing and killing Gul'dan, they killed a few thousand members of the Storm Predator clan before disappearing. Everyone knows that Brother Blackhand did it on purpose.

Most of the very capable Warsong clan collapsed, and the remaining clansmen, led by Grom, hid in the deep mountains and old forests of the Tirisfal Glades.

The Blood Ring clan also collapsed, and basically lost in front of Ironforge in Dun Morogh. Most of them died in the siege battle in the early stage. Recently, it was because of the execution of the Great Chief's fortress group tactics, which wiped out the Red Dragon Legion. Kilrogg* Dead Eye has fewer than 10,000 tribesmen left.

The Frostwolf Clan was exiled by Gul'dan to the Alterac Mountains in the northern continent in the early stage of World War I. After Durotan was killed, the Frostwolf Clan completely cut off contact with the tribe.

Under the rebellion of the Red Dragon Legion, the Dragonmaw clan suffered the most tragic bloodbath, leaving less than a thousand people under Zuluhed.

The Burning Blade clan was originally a clan with a small number of people. When Dahl * triple blood blade and Samuro died in the battle, the Juggernaut team was also hit hard, and there were less than 10 Juggernauts left in the tribe.

The former storm predator clan and the ogre-dominated Duskhammer clan, not to mention these two traitorous clans. Who knows where those dead species went.

The Blackscar Clan... After Kasdrak died in battle at Grim Batol Fortress, and most of the clan was also killed by the angry red dragon, it is said that Kasdrak's confidants brought the next chief, the young The Nazgrel crossed the Arathi Highlands and joined the Frostwolf Clan while the Alliance did not launch a counterattack.

The Shattered Palm clan is fine, Kargath *Blade Fist, a combat madman, challenged the Great Chief yesterday...

However, any orc with a little brain knows that the Horde is about to lose.

Orgrim had no intention of making things difficult for his deputy.

He sighed a long time: "I'm thinking about the meaning of this losing war."

"significance?"

"Yes!" Orgrim looked up to the northern sky.

The first year of the Gate of Darkness, as people call it, was the most magnificent and glorious year for the entire tribe. The territory of the tribe expanded wildly towards the entire north, and the territory opened up was almost equivalent to all the territory known by 'our world'.

This is also the year when the entire tribe has the strongest fighting spirit and the most ambitious chiefs.

Thanks to those veterans who have experienced the war with the Draenei, it is these elites who easily crushed the resistance of the Stormwind Kingdom.

However, just like all dreams have a beginning and an end, the tribe's wild dream of opening up territories and occupying the entire world of Azeroth within three years reached its peak in this year. Then in the second year, I bumped my head against the cold and cruel wall of reality. It seemed accidental, but in fact it inevitably became torn apart.

Orgrim sighed deeply: "In retrospect, even without Duke Marcus, we must have failed."

"Why?" Zuluhed was puzzled.

Regret was written on Orgrim's rough face.

"We are too arrogant. At the beginning, we slaughtered almost all the intelligent races that can be seen in this world. Almost all intelligent races were pushed to the opposite side of the tribe. If time can go back in time, I can control the tribe earlier , I will adopt more gentle means, such as first occupying all the wilds where no intelligent races live. Then destroy those weak races to make more living space for the tribe. Finally, when the absolute advantage is obtained, then destroy the alliance that may appear. "