Chapter 552 We Are Orcs (Leader Gavemepower Plus)

Magni is not an idiot, of course he knows that Duke is willing to help the Bronzebeard dwarves in this way, and Duke must benefit from it.

Magni was willing to trust Duke.

Without it, Duke is too reliable.

Except for the helpless soldiers, in the past year, Ironforge gave almost everything it wanted.

Medicines, food, daily necessities, unsmelted iron ore... almost anything that Magni asks, there is nothing Duke can't get. If it is really impossible, Duke will send a letter to explain the difficulties. The things that come are more or less, never ambiguous in quality or quantity.

Moreover, during the Ironforge Anti-Japanese War, the name of Duke's military god spread throughout the north and south of the continent.

Every time, the less wins the more, the weak beats the strong, but there is never a defeat.

If it is Duke, it is not uncommon for him to come up with some epoch-making ideas.

Recently, Duke's life seems to be a little bit bad. Rumors say that because Duke is too good and has made too much credit, Lordaeron's face is ashamed. As a result, Terenas secretly formed the King's Alliance to exclude Duke from participating in the final battle. .

In the southwest of Scorching Canyon, the Kingdom of Stormwind is indeed fighting a war of restoration, and it is understandable to send Duke's 30,000 private soldiers back to Elwynn Forest.

However, in the situation where the Red Ridge Mountains can't open a gap at all, since Duke, who is the deputy commander of the alliance, is called to the main battlefield, and Duke is not allowed to control any army, what is this?

Most dwarves are straightforward, and Magni dislikes this kind of intrigue and political struggle, especially the Lordaeronian's approach of "I am your boss, come and worship".

In fact, everyone has seen the situation clearly. Sooner or later, the orcs will kneel. If they want to have enough voice in the post-war alliance, they must hand in a brilliant report card in the final battle.

Now Duke wants to use the dwarf's hand to teach the people of Lordaeron how to fight, so why not the dwarf?

After Magni quickly figured out the key to the matter, he decisively agreed!

"You say, we do!"

The dwarf master craftsman next to him nodded.

"Well, let's call Kurdran Wildhammer first, and we need to tell the Horde what is the integration of air and ground, and the coordination of infantry and artillery."

Not long after hearing such a fresh term, Kurdran immediately joined the group.

November 6th, the day of the decisive battle.

"Humans are here!"

Orgrim suddenly raised his head from his contemplation, the fear in Zuluhed's voice made him angry, when did his successor become so cowardly?

"We asked them to fight!" growled the warchief, who stood on the terrace of Blackrock Spire, watching from above.

This terrace was located on a protruding rock on the northern peak of Blackstone Mountain. In front of the terrace, it overlooked the entire scorching canyon from a high position. From here, he could see the remaining tribal troops and newly arrived tribal soldiers gathered below.

I still remember that the last time he looked here, his warriors covered the entire Scorching Canyon and the entire Burning Plain from north to south, without any gaps.

And now, between the black rocks, there are only patches of green and a little brown. Orgrim could even tell that people from the old first-tier clans gathered together sparsely, but the orcs from the newly arrived second- and third-tier clans were more vigorous.

When did his tribe become so debilitated?

Everything he feared has come true!

Everything was slipping towards the worst plan he had prepared in his heart.

"So what about the decisive battle? Can we win? The opponent has a large number of mages, and even a damn red dragon!" Zuluhed asked behind him: "We don't have enough manpower, this is already the last batch of reinforcements Now, the clans across the door are all watching, and there will be no one in the short term."

Orgrim glared at his lieutenant with a searing rage that made every orc who caught his eye flinch back.

Indeed, their number is very small now, compared with the super army of more than half a million people at the beginning. The orc troops no longer have that amount to sweep the world.

And the quality is even worse.

But so what?

"In the name of our ancestors! We are orcs! You ask us what to do?" He roared at all of himself, and at the same time pulled out the famous [Doomhammer] from behind: "Of course it is fighting! Sitting on the back of a dragon, you can kill twenty human soldiers in one breath without panting. Have you forgotten what fighting is when you get off the back of a dragon?"

Having said that, Orgrim turned to the orc recruits beside him: "Your seniors can kill ten human soldiers. What about you? Do you think you are all the children of the ooze monster, and you are all soft idiots? You What the seniors can do, you can do the same. Want to destroy us? Yes, take the lives of 2.5 million soldiers!"

Leaving Zuluhed and the recruits trembling with renewed excitement, Orgrim turned and walked onto the terrace: "Warriors of the Horde! Listen to me!"

He roared, raising his hammer high, and most of the new orcs turned their heads to look at him, but the retreating orcs did not. This piqued his rage again, and he slammed the Doomhammer into the ledge's ledge.

There was a stream of lava falling vertically, and the strike of [Doom Hammer] surprised a huge scorching wave, which reverberated violently. Immediately, every orc below the mountain cast their eyes over and stared at their great chief intently.

"Listen to me!" he cried again. "I know—we are suffering defeat and retreat. I also know that we are outnumbered! I know what a loss Gul'dan's betrayal has taken! But you Don't forget, we are orcs! In our world, for billions of years, nothing can stop us! We have killed the most ferocious gron, and fought bloody ogres for hundreds of years. We have failed and retreated. But now What? We are still the masters of that world."

Speaking of this, the eyes of the orcs began to light up.

"Our world is being destroyed, and we have no way out! So, I want each of you to remember—" Having said that, Orgrim took a deep breath, and shouted with all his strength: "We are Orcs - we are still the Horde - our footsteps will make the world tremble!"

The soldiers below let out cheers, but it sounded a bit messy and thin, but this did not affect the high morale!

"Humans came here after us. They thought we were overwhelmed! They thought we were as afraid of their strength as dogs are of mighty beings? No—they were wrong!"

The boss of gavemepower offered a reward of 100,000 starting coins, woo woo, Yun Fei was moved to tears. I can only continue to try my best to repay.