Chapter 27 26. Orc Tradition

In Grim Batol's hall, a huge brazier was set up high, and the burning charcoal made the underground hall warm.

Orgrim Doomhammer was sitting on his chair. He was holding a copy of the latest battle report in his hand. The brown-skinned warchief had an ugly expression. Obviously, what was reported in the battle report was not something that would make people happy. news.

"The Human Alliance has deployed heavy troops in the Hillsbrad Hills. It seems that they intend to fight us to the death there!"

The great chief threw the battle report in his hand to the person next to him. It was an orc warrior in gray and white armor with a spine battle ax on his back. He stood beside the great chief as a guard. Obviously, this was the great chief's confidant.

"Warok, based on your experience, what should we do now?"

Resting his chin on his strong arms, the warchief asked in a low voice:

"Should we attack across the wetlands, or continue to bide our time?"

Varok Saurfang carefully looked at the battle report in his hand, he didn't answer immediately, instead, he thought for a few minutes before saying to his great chief:

"Every day we wait, the more human soldiers gather on the battlefield, rashly attacking will inevitably suffer heavy losses, and the blockade of the South China Sea has failed, at least on the sea, we cannot defeat the human Kul Tiras Fleet, so I think, Warchief, a confrontation is the best option!"

"Um?"

Orgrim snorted, and asked noncommittally, "How?"

"Because human reinforcements are limited!"

Saurfang said in a deep voice:

"Stormwind City has already been contributed by us. Even if the other human nations unite together, their number is limited, and we occupy the southern continent, with sufficient resources. As long as the other side of the Dark Portal is still waiting for the battle song of the order, devour The Bone and Shattered Hand clans are placed in Azeroth, we have a complete advantage in military strength, and most importantly... the alliance of the human kingdoms is not stable!"

"Under the heavy pressure, sooner or later they will separate the cracks! That is our chance!"

"The analysis is really good! Saurfang, you really didn't disappoint me!"

Orgrim nodded in satisfaction: "You are one of the few qualified commanders in the tribe who have not been overwhelmed by the brutality of demon blood. You and your brother will definitely become the future pillars of the tribe, but... Unfortunately, we must attack!"

"Why?"

Saurfang looked at the warchief in surprise, Orgrim Doomhammer was not a reckless leader, he should not have made such a choice.

Faced with Saurfang's question, the great chief sighed. From the dense battle reports in front of him, he found a scroll of animal skins and handed it to Saurfang. Under the light of the fire, his face showed A touch of fatigue and helplessness.

"This is the news from the Portal of Darkness one month ago... The Warsong who stayed in Draenor, Thor, Bonebiter and the Shattered Hand clan have started a war."

Orgrim's fingers moved, and he said in a deep voice:

"You also know that these clans drink the most blood of demons. Chief Blackhand didn't let them join the conquest of Azeroth because he was worried that these violent warriors could not be controlled, but unfortunately, after a long time Under the waiting, they have completely sunk in killing and destruction."

"I waved the butcher knife at my own people. Now the entire Hellfire Peninsula has been reduced to a battlefield. Even I have completely lost control of them... Saurfang, we have no reinforcements!"

Saurfang's eyes widened, he looked at everything described on the animal skin scroll, and finally, he clenched his fists in pain.

"That's why you sent me to rescue Zul'jin? No wonder you need the untrustworthy forest troll as our ally..."

"The strength of the tribe is only temporary."

Orgrim stood up, raised the black Doomhammer in his hand, stared at the continental map sewn with animal skins in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

"If we don't defeat the human army before it reaches its limit, we will be dragged down sooner or later... Saurfang, this time to supervise the battle in Quel'Thalas is just an appearance, I want you to bring Twilight Hammer, Raider and Dragonmaw clans and those trolls, when necessary, enter the hinterland of the Kingdom of Lordaeron from the direction of Quel'Thalas! Cooperate with the frontline battlefield and completely defeat the human coalition forces!"

He looked back at Saurfang, his eyes full of seriousness:

"I leave the future of the tribe to you!"

"Obey! Great Chief! I will not let you down!"

Saurfang clenched his fist and patted his breastplate, but before leaving, he looked around and asked in a low voice:

"Warchief, Gul'dan..."

Hearing this name, Orgrim's eyes flashed coldly, and he nodded:

"Kill him if necessary!"

"boom"

The door of the chief's hall was pushed open at this moment, and the captain of the war chief's elite Kor'kron guard stepped forward and said in a deep voice:

"Great Chief, Gul'dan said that his weapons of war have been prepared and are waiting for your inspection!"

"very good."

Orgrim snorted and signaled with his eyes that Saurfang could leave.

"Then let's go and see what kind of miracle Gul'dan can show us."

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"This is the weapon of war I prepared for the Horde, Warchief!"

Gul'dan was still wearing his horrifying and terrifying warlock robes, propping up his body with a skeleton cane, like a dying old man, and hiding in this body was a vicious and robust soul.

He took Orgrim and other clan chiefs into Grim Batol's Great Colosseum. Below the Colosseum, 20 warriors wearing black armor, dark red hoods, and carrying steel scepters The Dark Warrior stood there like a cold stone.

Death and shadow entangled these knights, and just looking at their appearance, they would associate darkness and haze.

"They will become the Horde's trump card!"

Gul'dan's dark red eyes flashed with pride, he stroked his beard, and said loudly:

"When they enter the enemy's line, the arrogant mages and priests of humans will run away in fright. They are the absolute natural enemies of those spellcasters! And even in the face of the steel knights that humans are proud of, they will not fall behind. !"

"I won't mention whether they are as strong as you said, but this number is too small!"

The old Sword Saint Dar of the Burning Blade Clan frowned and said softly:

"There are only 20, what can we do?"

"few?"

Gul'dan let out a cold snort of dissatisfaction. The change in mood caused the dark breath around him to surge for a moment. He looked at the chief:

"Less is because you don't allow me to hold more warrior souls. As long as you give an order, big chief, I will prepare more death knights for you soon...hundreds, even, up to Thousands!"

"They will form a tide of darkness that will drown everything! Completely smash the hope of mankind, and use their dead bodies to win the glory of victory for the tribe!"

Gul'dan's speech talent is excellent. Although the clan chiefs hate this warlock, it has to be said that the scene he painted makes people think, but Orgrim sitting above the Colosseum Without nodding, he looked at the knights who were surrounded by coldness and death, and no one knew what he was thinking.

He rubbed his chin, and finally, his fingers pointed down:

"Let's see how powerful your knight is first... Let the thinnest knight fight!"

The great chief waved his hand, and the Kulkalong Guard Captain who followed behind him stepped forward, and heard the great chief's order:

"Choose a boy at random, go fight that knight, let's see if Gul'dan's work is really as strong as he said!"

"Obey!"

The captain of the Kor'kron Guards led the order to leave. Gul'dan's expression under the hood was a little weird. He coughed lightly and said to Orgrim:

"Well, Warchief, the thinnest knight, with some flaws, he is my secret weapon for conquering Quel'Thalas, his fighting power is much worse than other knights... If you want to look at the death knight With his true strength, I recommend the captain of these knights, Talon Bloodfiend!"

"He is the representative of the true force of these knights!"

"No!"

Orgrim had a playful smile, and he didn't even look at the embarrassed Gul'dan, his eyes fell on the slenderest knight in the Colosseum:

"I've made up my mind, let him come! What? Gul'dan, don't you have confidence in your secret weapon? Or, you've been... cheating me?!"

This malicious question caused the dark red light in Gul'dan's eyes to jump, but immediately, he lowered his head humblely, the fangs at the corners of his mouth intertwined, and whispered in a characteristic haze and hoarse voice:

"Then as you wish, Great Chief, I'll get them ready and let him be merciful. So as not to hurt the tribe's precious warriors."

"No need! Let them let go and fight!"

Orgrim snorted:

"I don't think your knights are stronger than the Horde warriors!"

As the chiefs took their seats, 12 large braziers around the Colosseum were lit in sequence, and the entire oval venue was filled with dancing lights.

A Kor'Kron warrior wearing simple armor and holding a blood-red battle ax walked into it from the passage of the Colosseum. He first smashed his fist on his chest, gestured to the chief, then turned around, clasped his hands Holding on to the battle axe, he stared at the thin black figure in front of him.

The Kor'kron Guard is an elite force that defends the Great Chief, and every fighter in it is a warrior with the best combat skills. The moment the orc clenched his weapon, a fierce aura rushed over his face.

Tyrion stood opposite him. Unfortunately, he was the thinnest of the 20 first-generation death knights. He was selected by Orgrim and became a pawn to suppress Gul'dan. He was dressed like other death knights. The black armor, the heaviness of this heavy armor made him very uncomfortable as a ranger.

But to be honest, the dead body will not feel tired, so this kind of fortress-style heavy armor is the most suitable protective gear for them.

Facing this malicious orc warrior, Tyrion moved his neck and pulled out the steel scepter behind his backhand. This hideous weapon inherited the style of the orc, rough and heavy, with four armor-piercing blades separated from the top, and It's similar to the armor-piercing hammer. There are some spells engraved on this thing. It is also the staff used by the death knight to cast spells.

Tyrion held the heavy scepter in both hands, staggered his feet, and assumed a fighting posture. The dark red cloak fluttered behind him, and he wore a black mask, which also looked quite imposing.

But really, Tyrion wasn't willing to fight for Gul'dan, and he wasn't too sure about it.

The first-generation death knight produced by Gul'dan is not the same as the death knight that will appear in the future in his memory. To be precise, the death knight at this time is just a conceptual product, and the combat power system of the fully developed death knight in the game It doesn't exist yet.

Although Gul'dan has great confidence in them, Tyrion is very clear that the 20 first-generation death knights including him are just semi-finished products, no, they are not even semi-finished products, they are still using magic power instead of their bodies combat the death energy in it.

Before the battle began, Gul'dan, who was sitting in the audience, had a flash of light in his eyes, and squeezed a spell with his fingers hidden in the cloak. The next moment, his hoarse voice sounded in Tyrion's heart.

"Tyrion Dawn Blade, even if you die, your body is full of arrogance that I don't like. You can hear me clearly! If you lose this battle, I will take your body and you Throw your soul into the magic fire and burn it completely! Terongol has taught you a lot of basic magic for warlocks these days, you not only have to win! You have to win beautifully!"

"I'm a ranger! I don't use spells!"

Tyrion retorted in an indifferent voice:

"If you really want me to win well, you should at least give me a bow!"

"You don't have the right to choose your weapon, and you can't hide it from me. Your physical magic is similar to that of the strongest human mage. You have the potential to become an excellent warlock. Tarongore appreciates your talent, but it's a pity. , there is no time for you to practice now! If you still want to continue to live as a death knight, then give me your best to win!"

The moment Gul'dan's words fell to the ground, the orc warrior on the opposite side rushed up roaring and brandishing his battle axe. Tyrion narrowed his ice-blue eyes and turned his body a few steps outwards, almost dodging dangerously. Opened the tomahawk that fell down.

"boom"

Stones flew across the hard boulder ground of the Colosseum, and the brute force of the orc was vividly interpreted at this moment. The orc warrior saw that the shot failed, he let go of the handle of the ax neatly, clenched his fist, and punched on Tyrion's chest.

"Snapped"

The ranger took several steps back, the heavy plate armor on his body made his movements a bit slow, and seeing the orc roaring and wanting to take advantage of the victory, Tyrion's eyes showed a hint of hostility.

Stepping through the gate of death, he lost not only his life, but also his past, his emotions, his will, and many more.

"boom"

He clenched the heavy steel scepter with both hands, like swinging a sword, and slammed it down on the orc. The same bricks and stones flew across, forcing the orc warrior back with brute force.

"What are you doing! Do you want to compete with Kor'Kron? You idiot! Use spells!"

Gul'dan's voice rang in Tyrion's mind again, and this time, the ranger was not polite.

"Shut up! Nasty old guy! I'm learning!"