Chapter 553 Let's Go (Leader Gavemepower Adds More)

Orgrim once again raised the [Doomhammer] in his hand, the hammer was still stained with magma, and it looked extremely ferocious and dazzling under the rising sun.

"We are here because this is our stronghold! The strength of our entire tribe is here! We are here because we can rush out once more and put this continent under our feet! Every inch of the world Plant the banner of the Horde. So we come back here to crush them again and make them tremble in our name again!"

At this time, the cheers had become enough to make the entire Scorching Canyon boil, and Orgrim raised his arms high, letting the fanatical cheers hit his face. He saw that the warriors of the tribe stood up and brandished their new and excellent weapons vigorously.

The warchief was satisfied to see the soldiers' fighting spirit once again being inspired.

"We are the most powerful hunters, we can wait for the opportunity, but we will never wait for death!" He said to his soldiers: "We are orcs! We are the Horde! We will deal them a fatal blow! They regret chasing here! Once we smash their army formation, we will step on their corpses and rule their land once again!"

When Orgrim swung the hammer above his head again, Zuluhed had already waved secretly.

A huge horn sounded immediately. The solemn sound of the trumpet seems to have come from a long time ago, passing through the long river of history.

Every orc seemed to feel that his ancestors were watching him with warm eyes.

At this moment, at this moment, at this moment, the shouts that soared into the sky have already made the entire Black Rock Mountain where Orgrim was standing tremble.

Orgrim suddenly wanted to cry. This is the tribe that stands on top of the world with an unyielding heart, and this is the tribe that he is willing to sacrifice his life and even his soul for.

Orgrim felt the hot wind slid over his cheeks, and he couldn't figure out whether it was the heat of the scorching canyon or the heat wave brought by the cheers of the orcs.

It doesn't matter!

This is the people he loves so much! This was the orc warrior he knew in his mind.

Don't cry when you fail.

Will not kneel down and beg for mercy because of disadvantages.

Even if they fall, it will only fall in the direction of the charge, and their hands will be stained with the blood of the enemy.

Coming down from the terrace, Zuluhed greeted him, and he was so rude that he rarely used honorifics: "Great speech, Great Chief."

Suddenly, a voice came: "I hope those little bastards who have never seen Gron will not be scared to pee after seeing the dragon flying in the sky."

It was Kilrogg* Dead Eye who was speaking. As the chief of the Blood Ring clan who suffered misfortune when he encountered the Red Dragon Army in the war, he obviously had so much resentment.

Orgrim glanced at Kilrogg, and suddenly smiled: "The dragon is not the only ruler of this world. I swear by the banner of the Horde, this decisive battle has nothing to do with the dragon."

"Huh?" Kilrogg's one-eyed half-closed.

Orgrim didn't pay attention to Kilrogg again. He turned to Sabek who had recovered a life from the front line and retreated: "Let the warriors of our clan get ready. I will lead my elite team to charge, The others followed."

He glanced at the huge hall on the terrace, and there were huge figures standing in the shadows. They were waiting for orders, and when Orgrim's gaze passed, each straightened and nodded. Orgrim also nodded in response, this is his elite guard, the number is not large, only 300 people, but each member is a two-headed ogre who has experienced the baptism of the Altar of Storms.

Doomhammer was a noble orc who once hated ogres terribly, but these are different, they are much smarter than others of their kind, and they are fighters rather than warlocks.

More importantly, they are only loyal to Orgrim, not out of identification with the tribe.

Orgrim knew they admired their courage and strength—indeed, they saw themselves as little ogres and promised to obey their command.

Likewise, he respected their strength and understood that each of them could die for him if need be. Just as he is willing to give his life for the tribe.

Now, 250,000 orcs will use their own lives as a weight to tie the victory of the tribe to the balance of fate.

Just one last thing left...

Suddenly, an orc rushed over and whispered in Orgrim's ear: "Go'el found it, and transferred him to another slave owner as you ordered, but... is this appropriate?"

Orgrim sighed: "According to the prophecy of that lord in Nagrand, we must keep him by the human side...this is fate!"

destiny?

What a mysterious word.

Not far away, Kilrogg's dead eye with 'do not want to fight' written on his face seemed to see something through his eyes that could see the future for a short time.

He suddenly picked up his bone ax made from the tusks of ferocious beasts, and came to stand beside Orgrim.

"Regardless of victory or defeat, the tribe should not be destroyed here."

Hearing Kilrogg's words, Orgrim smiled.

"let's go!"

At this moment, on a small hill three kilometers away from the main battlefield, Anduin Lothar stood upright on his horse like a sharp sword. He is the most trusted commander and the supreme commander of the alliance.

Anduin was surrounded not only by knights, but also by the entire Silver Hand waiting by his side. Anduin pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, because of staying up late for days, his eyes were a little sunken, and the eyeballs kept turning. The gaze that keeps patrolling in the distance of the plain is as sharp as a falcon.

The cheers of the orcs from afar shook the world.

This made Anduin a little uneasy.

It was clear that Warchief Orgrim was a boost to the morale of the Horde. Looking back at the Alliance, Anduin felt a bit fucked up.

Terenas wanted to fight for success and went crazy, and even used Lordaeron to send the most troops as an excuse to forcibly change the formation, requiring the troops of the other eight countries of the alliance to deploy with the Lordaeron army at the center. If the army of Lordaeron is as elite as Mograine's direct army, then Anduin will forget it.

What the hell is here?

Terenas froze and stuffed all the private soldiers of the nobles together, making up 150,000 people. Instead, let the more powerful Gilneas and Alterac troops run to transport food. He also frequently threatened to retreat.

Well, now the front and center are all Lordaeronians. On the left flank are the Dalaran army, which is well-equipped but slightly lacking in fighting will, and the Highland Cavalry Regiment of Stromgarde. On the right flank is a coalition of Bronzebeard, Wildhammer dwarves, and gnomes. In the rear are the mage groups of Quel'Thalas and Dalaran, as well as the ranger troops.