Chapter 567: The Lion Banner Breaking Into the Field of View

right! That's Duke Marcus!

Maybe he is not the head coach of the league, nor is he the leader of the league, but Duke's role in the league is definitely higher than those two.

If he is killed, the alliance's offensive will definitely be curbed.

Without this super-genius commander full of weird and weird ideas, the alliance is just a bunch of old-fashioned people who can fight conventional wars. Baron Geddon, the servant of Lord Flame Ragnaros, retreated. Before he retreated, the news from Flame was, "The Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza swears that unless the Lord of Fire endangers the safety of the world, he will never Invade the domain of the Fire Lord. '.

This gave Orgrim hope again.

Without Duke, Orgrim could completely defend Blackrock Mountain. When he defends Blackstone Fortress with a small number of tribes, he can free up the main force to counterattack Elwynn Forest and drive the humans of Stormwind Kingdom into the sea for the second time. As long as they survived the winter, the tribe would be able to breathe, and at least half of the southern continent's territory could still communicate with other chiefs of the tribe.

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is very skinny.

Duke discovered Orgrim's intention, even though they were hundreds of meters away, Duke still smiled at Orgrim and made a goodbye gesture.

duel?

Young master, my magic circuit is completely broken now, and my muscles are tingling even when I move a finger. You want me to fight a duel with an angry warrior boss?

That's really hehehe.

Of course Duke wouldn't dump Orgrim.

Everything that needs to be arranged has been arranged, and now there is Muradin Bronzebeard behind him holding two shields to cover Duke, and Magni, a fierce man holding two big axes, is commanding at the front of the car. On the top of the tank, there are six white hairs of the three Windrunner sisters dangling around Duke (in fact, he is trying hard to shoot the Horde).

If Duke stopped charging and came back to duel with Orgrim, that would be Duke's brain damage.

At first, Orgrim felt as if he had given up on the front line and rushed back a minute or so to kill Duke.

What's ridiculous is that when he wanted to charge, the tank under Duke had already accelerated. Obviously, the tank driver was also driving without a license. He rushed all the way, and even though he didn't know how many orcs he knocked into the air, and how many orcs were knocked open, he still drove at a speed of 40 kilometers per hour.

This is an incredible speed for a steam tank. Of course, if the boiler will burn or something, that is another matter.

While Orgrim was stunned, the tank that Duke was sitting in ran away, leading the tank regiment to harm the relatively complete right wing of the tribe.

Orgrim had no choice but to turn his head, and he looked at everything in front of him in despair.

The tribe was in a good situation, but now it has changed from a crushing battle to a fierce battle again. In Orgrim's field of vision, the front lines that are struggling to advance have become criss-crossed.

Although there were several times when the chief and the veterans of the tribe almost defeated the human front, the strong will of the human soldiers to resist completely overturned every tribe warrior's imagination of humans since the war started. The desperate attack of the right-wing orcs once successfully broke through a huge gap in the phalanx, but the Dalaran soldiers who have always had a weak will to fight unexpectedly burst out with maximum blood.

If it was before, they would break up crying and shouting, and the orcs could chase them down like ducks. It's completely different now, the human soldiers will quickly form a smaller circle to continue to resist, if it really doesn't work, they will use all means to launch a counterattack against the orcs. If the sword is broken, smash it with the shield, if the shield is broken, draw the short sword and stab, if the short sword is gone, go to pick up the dead robe Ze's weapon, if you can't pick it up again, dare to wave your fists and charge forward even if you know it is dead.

Several attacks were resolved at the last moment, and the right-wing orc army fought fiercely for a long time without making any progress. The battle was extremely fierce, and the blood even dyed the dirty black land bright red.

"Srustling!" The spear-thrower of the alliance came back, and the spear-thrower, who mustered up his courage again, almost reached the rear of the sword-shieldman, and threw spears at the orcs at a place no more than twenty meters away from the front line.

"Hoohoo!" The flamethrower team of the FFF regiment also came. Under the guidance of some experienced commanders, they gave up attacking the orcs of the Blackstone clan and turned to those new green skins.

Orgrim panted heavily, but his heart was cold.

The sharp spears began to blot out the sky, and the black earth began to be stained with more orc blood. Countless orcs waved their weapons and rushed past their warchief.

However, Orgrim soon heard countless screams of despair or anger in his ears. He seemed to want to prevent the tribe from slipping into the abyss of failure, but he found that it was useless .

"Great chief! I can't do it! Something has to be done!?" Rexxar killed an alliance soldier with an axe, and then rushed over. There were no beasts around him.

Orgrim stared at the orc who had helped him counter Duke's ult in Grim Batol. Kashdrak died, Rexxar relied on his blood from the ogre, and his strong body survived. Now, Rexxar who saved his life is already his personal guard captain.

Orgrim smiled: "Yes, we have to do something."

The tribe that has been repeatedly weakened is like a dilapidated wall that blocks all light and all hope. That's right, the tribe's initial massacre policy was the grave the tribe dug for itself. Maybe it's okay to defeat the single race of the Draenei, but facing this broader and more multi-race Azeroth, this is courting death.

Orgrim has been trying to change and find a way that can make the tribe live and multiply better. In the twilight, Orgrim seemed to see the light of the morning sun passing through the dark wall and coming out from the hole in the decayed wall.

He wanted to see the scenery behind the wall, but before that, whether he was crushed to death under the collapsed wall, or pushed down the wall, saw a more beautiful scenery, ushered in a more perfect new life, it was up to him It's a last-ditch effort.

who! ?

Who else can help the tribe come back?

Suddenly, Orgrim saw a group of knights rushing into the battlefield.

The spear banner with the head of a lion drawn on a blue background and gold border is so dazzling that Orgrim will never forget this banner-the golden lion banner of the Kingdom of Stormwind.

The Kingdom of Stormwind was the first kingdom that the orcs conquered after they came to this world.

Now, it is the counterattack from the remnants of the kingdom that has lost its capital that has driven the Horde into a desperate situation.