Chapter 471

He deeply knew that he and his subordinates were destined to have nowhere to escape.

However, even if he must face failure and death, he hopes that such failure and death can be exchanged for greater value.

For example, through a hearty and brutal battle to prove the final glory of the tribe.

For example, through their battles, to gain more opportunities for other tribes.

The great orc chieftain deeply believed that even if he and the main force of these tribes were all killed in battle, the tribe would not really end.

In Draenor, there are still a group of orcs living on the planet they call home, and in Azeroth, some orcs have survived under the iron hoofs of the Alliance. These are important reliances for the future of the Horde.

And he needs to help preserve the last embers of the tribe as much as possible through this last battle.

Chapter 0609 Battle of Black Rock Mountain

After the speech, Orgrim ordered that everyone be given an unprecedented meal.

This meal was full for everyone, and the sufficient food gave them the strength to fight a battle - on the way back to the Burning Plains, they hadn't had a full meal for a long time.

In fact, this meal was the last of the tribe's forage.

This shows Doomhammer's determination to fight the last stand.

"Gather the warriors of our clan," he said aloud to Saurfang's letter. "My elite guards and I will launch a charge, with the rest of the Horde following us."

Turning around, Doomhammer stared at the massive figures hidden in the shadows, waiting for them.

Each of these huge guys straightened up and nodded after making eye contact with him, and Doomhammer responded.

These are his elite guards, these are ogres.

Doomhammer used to be a well-behaved orc. At a young age, he was taught to hate ogres by his elders. Back then, the Horde had not yet formed, and the corrupt blood and demon conspiracies had not yet emerged. Orcs have always been enslaved and oppressed by ogres.

After the rise of the Horde, the ogres became slaves to the Horde, and many surrendered ogres followed Gul'dan and Cho'gall to join the Raiders and the Twilight's Hammer.

However, these people are different.

They are smarter than most of their own people, and besides, they are not sorcerers but warriors.

More importantly, they have all sworn to be loyal to him alone.

Orgrim knew that these men admired his strength and courage—perhaps they all regarded him as a smaller ogre, and pledged to obey his personal commands.

In turn, for himself, he respects their strength and trusts their help.

He knew that the ogres would die for him when needed, and he would do the same himself.

Now, they will all make a bet with their lives, and the victory of the Horde hangs on them.

At least, the Dark Portal is safe.

Red Blackhand, Maim Blackhand and some of their clan members are still surviving, these orcs all over the continent are the last hope of the tribe in Orgrim's heart.

The scouts they sent found him on Doomhammer's way here from Khaz Modan, and he had ordered them to join the others at the Dark Portal.

In fact, Orgrim still distrusts the brothers, just as the brothers still hate him.

But at least they have proved their loyalty to the tribe.

Orgrim needed strong warriors to defend the passage to Draenor, and without that gate they would have nowhere to run, even if the fight might be drawn to themselves.

He nodded again to his ogre. Then descend the high platform and head to the plain below, where battle awaits them.

As Doomhammer had hoped, the Alliance was unprepared for a sudden counterattack against the orcs.

The Alliance had planned to conduct a siege and annihilation battle. They tried to send their elites to hold back the orcs, while the rest of the infantry advanced steadily.

However, it also made some of them foolishly reveal where they were—beyond a ring of cliffs around Blackrock Mountain.

"Orcs!" shouted a soldier, running to where Lothar and his lieutenants were. "They broke through our defenses!"

"what?"

Lothar kicked his warhorse through the black valley where the Alliance army was located.

Ye Ting and others followed behind him.

No mistake, as he approached the front line, he did hear the sound of battle.

Then he saw those guys in front of the orc army - the ogres.

In the previous battle, they also had contact with these guys, and finally Ye Ting solved the trouble with magic.

They were massive creatures with thick arms and strong legs, and their hair was nailed to their heads like bird crests or horsehair.

These ogres don't wear armor, they wear belts, shoulder pads, shoes made of fur, and wildly wield their weapons, attacking anything they come in contact with.

Behind the ogre is a group of elite orcs, their green skin is covered with tattoos, most of the orcs wear some small orcs on their ears, nose, eyebrows, lips and even their nipples.

Blocks of metal or something that looks like bone.

They are savage and fearless, and under this crazy offensive, mankind is losing ground.

"Uther!" cried Lothar.

The Paladin immediately rode forward.

Lothar put the sword down and pointed to the orcs, and that was enough.

The paladin nodded and beckoned the other members of the Silver Hand to follow him. He put on his helmet and raised his warhammer.

"In the name of the Holy Light!" Uther shouted, and a golden-red light appeared on him and his weapon. "We will never allow these beasts to live in the world!"

Then he rushed into the field, his hammer hitting the knee of the nearest ogre, shattering his leg bone.

The sky in this region is always covered with thick clouds and smoke, casting heavy shadows and blood-red light.

But now, everything was different, and as Uther charged towards the assembled tribe, the clouds were parted and a stream of pure sunlight fell.

The paladin became the light itself, awe-inspiring and even terrifying, and the orc warriors staggered with every swipe he made.

The other paladins rushed up, and Uther's light also filled their bodies.

In the months since the war began, the Paladins of the Silver Hand have been expanded one after another. Except for Turalyon, there are now hundreds of Paladins under Uther's command.

The hundreds of people rushed into the battlefield, their beliefs made the warhammers, battle axes and swords in their hands glow with scorching light, and the other Alliance soldiers stepped aside to make way.

The ogres and orcs now had to turn around to face their new enemies.

It's a brutal battle, barbarians against fanatics, shiny mail against tattoos and decorations.

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