Chapter 42 War Drums, War Cries, War Songs

Speaking of this ogre colony, we have to talk about the tradition of the ogres. In order to pursue the power of the Apexis crystal and various artifacts, the ogres established settlements, outposts, and fortresses in various parts of the world to expand their empire and influence during their heyday.

After the empire was destroyed by orcs and elemental creatures, the remaining ogre forces obviously failed to inherit this tradition. The remaining forces in Gorgrond, Frostfire Ridge and Nagrand could only take care of their own little piece of land and no longer had the intention to expand vigorously.

Of course, it may also be because the strength is not as good as it was in the past, and they are powerless even if they have the will.

But during this period, the ogres of Highmaul didn't know what was going on in their minds. They actually planned to build a new village "not far away" near Grommash?

This is a big deal.

If Grommash could tolerate him, he would not be Hellscream, and he would not be called the Scourge of Nagrand by the ogres.

If you don't move, I want to kick you twice. If you dare to move, you deserve a beating, right?

Look, the Warsong Clan gathered their troops and immediately prepared to destroy the strongholds of these fat guys.

After a few days on the road, Grommash's army killed all the way to the vicinity of this stronghold.

Speaking of the ogres, they are indeed a race that can dominate Draenor for a while. Apart from other things, just talking about the construction of strongholds, the ogres can be said to have many more iguanas than the orcs.

Nergo looked at the ogre castle in front of him, ready for battle, and said with a smile: "If you ask me, the chieftain will directly let the shamans go and turn this stone house into a big coffin for them."

Yes, it is a big coffin, a big coffin that will be surrounded by orc cavalry.

More than 5,000 orc troops gathered on the top of the mountain nearby, waiting for Grommash's order to rush up and push down their fragile walls.

Some people may think, 5,000? Just so few people? A rural fight in Seris, right?

In fact, 5,000 troops are already quite a lot, and the Warsong Clan is the same as most orc clans.

Although orcs are very fertile, weak babies will be drowned, so they will be eliminated in one round.

Those who cannot fight when they grow up and are thin will be eliminated in another round.

Those who died due to various accidents during their growth will be eliminated in another round.

In the end, the standing combat personnel of a large clan like the Warsong Clan, which can be called the top clan, are only about 10,000.

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"Everyone, get ready to charge with me!" Grommash didn't say much. He just heard his order, and he rode his fierce black wolf and roared towards the ogre's stronghold.

Under Grommash's command, all the Warsong orcs shouted enthusiastically.

The first to charge forward were naturally Grommash and his fanatical warriors, and behind them came a group of Burning Blade Orcs. These poor Burning Blade Orcs also sent a force of more than a thousand warriors and villagers to join Hellscream's army. They stared with scarlet eyes, wielded sharp blades, and were inspired by the spoils, glory, and bloodlust, and bravely moved forward, even in the face of the ogres' boulders.

"Go fast, don't let the Burning Blade Orcs take all the limelight!" A warrior from the Warsong Clan shouted loudly.

Nergo even noticed that some overly excited orc shamans even chose to give up casting from a distance and directly became enhancement shamans to attach elements to their weapons and rush forward.

Of course, Nergo was also among them.

At this time, in the ogre camp, the ogres inside had heard the roar outside. They all knew that the orcs' attack had begun, and they even felt that the earth was shaking.

"Huh?" The ogre leader was confused at this time, not knowing what had happened.

Just now, just like when he was in Highmaul, he was drunk in his room, but the guards suddenly rushed in, "Orcs, so many orcs, they are coming!"

The reckless guards broke into the tent and made him unhappy, "Untouchables! You disturbed my interest!"

God knows how angry he was at this time?

As the offspring of a small noble in the ogre city-state, he once took on the expectations of all family members because of his magical talent. He lived up to expectations and became a pretty good apprentice of a wizard.

As a result, due to some power struggle, his family suffered a catastrophe, and the ogre wizard who once had everything he wanted in Highmaul could only fall to the point of opening up the wasteland of Nagrand with a thousand untouchables.

If this was five or six hundred years ago, perhaps he could still do a magnificent career and pass down a legendary story like the family of the King of Witchcraft, braving the wind and snow and the fangs of wild beasts.

But times have changed.

Going to explore now would be like giving extra food to the beasts and giving money to the orcs, and it might even cost you your life.

He was drunk and used magic, cursing and chanting spells, and an invisible big hand grabbed the guard holding the spear.

"I will whip you hard with a whip!"

"Then chop off your head and stick it on the spear!"

The ogre said so.

The guard hurriedly explained that he had something important to report, while struggling to get out of the wizard's restraint.

The ogre was in a mess.

But the orcs' attack did not stop. When the orcs' army appeared in the ogre's field of vision, the frightening wolf howls came one after another.

Boom, boom, boom.

Rhythmic drum beats came from the army of the Warsong Clan. The war drums made of ogre heads inspired the morale of the surrounding orcs. Red lights flashed one by one, and the orcs who were enhanced by the bloodthirst spell were even more courageous and fearless.

The blood-red anger burned, and there was a red light in their eyes. Everyone seemed to be controlled. It seemed that no one could stop their pace, whether it was arrows or the walls in front.

The orc with tattoos, scary eyes, and beast-like shape in the lead was holding a two-handed axe. He took the lead and broke through the ogre's defense while panting violently.

That man was Hellscream.

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"Orcs are coming?" Hearing this news, the ogre magician was full of disbelief. Why did the orc army appear? Where are my soldiers? These damned pariahs!

He was flustered, "How many of them are there?" "Who is their leader?" "How many of us are there?"

After hearing the news, he was sobered up and asked a series of questions with his fat head, but the soldier had been frightened by his spell and couldn't speak. The angry ogre mage grabbed his neck, shook him hard, and finally pushed him down in a hurry.

He turned over the wine and meat on the table in a venting manner. He didn't care about the barbecue covered with spices. He knew that if he didn't think of a way to drive these orcs out, his head would be chopped off by them.

Just like the previous king of witchcraft.

"I have to live."

"I don't want to die." He talked to himself frantically, as if this would help him come up with a solution.