Orgrim's hands shook with the blow and the pent-up rage in his heart.
Victory is only one step away!
Originally, he thought that after fighting for a few more days, he would be able to capture the most important city of the alliance, crush the resistance of the entire alliance, and turn them into stray dogs that would scatter when they encountered the Horde.
Now, there is no chance anymore and victory is becoming increasingly slim, but in his heart, glory always comes first.
An orc without honor is worthless.
Killing the enemy is glorious!
Saving fellow countrymen is an honor!
Killing traitors is also an honor!
None of these can be missing.
But why is everyone so eager to kill the traitor first?
Orgrim saw the fear and hesitation in the eyes of the little chiefs.
Fear? Hesitation? Are they still orcs?
Just as Orgrim was about to lose his temper, he suddenly saw a giant flag as long and wide as the city gate rising above the east gate of Lordaeron - it was the blue storm flag of that damn Edmund Duke again.
The chief's body shook involuntarily.
This was the consequence of his inability to win against Duke, and it led to a big explosion after many accumulations!
Most orcs are simple! They don't have so many twists and turns, and they don't know what a strategic retreat is. They only know that their chieftain has never won against the owner of the blue storm flag.
In other words, whether you win or lose.
He refused to attack the city of Quel'Thalas, and was once again considered to be afraid of Duke. Or, these small chieftains, who had suffered enough from Duke, no longer had any hope of defeating Duke. They would rather deal with Gul'dan, who also looked quite strange.
Orgrim felt aggrieved.
"Tomorrow the entire army will march out to attack the camp north of the human city! If anyone has objections to my orders, let Mak'gora resolve them! If not, then go and prepare!" Orgrim used the power of the chieftain to forcibly pass this offensive plan.
After instructing the chiefs and deputies on their tasks, only Orgrim was left.
The next day, although he still did not receive any specific instructions from Orgrim, Grom saw the smoke rising from the other side of Lordaeron City.
"One far away, two close, three smoke signals, yes, the signal for an attack is correct."
Smoke signals were a simple means of communication that could only be used to transmit simple signals. When Grom discovered that humans did not stop him from attacking the city, he subconsciously believed that Orgrim was putting more pressure on humans.
From the very beginning, Grom launched a fierce attack with almost his entire army.
In less than half an hour, good news came.
"We're about to take the city gate!" an orc roared, and a smile appeared on Grom Hellscream's rough face.
Although before this, no matter how many warriors he sent, he could not break through the thick defense line on the border of Silverpine Forest and Tirisfal Glades, but the situation has turned around.
When passing through the defense line abandoned by humans, Grom saw with his own eyes a large number of fire-breathing iron lumps abandoned on the roadside.
For orcs, carrying those heavy things is obviously not a problem, but it would be difficult for humans to carry these big guys on the narrow forest mud roads using horse-drawn carriages.
Obviously, Orgrim's attack on the Alliance's main city from the east caused great panic among these humans. During the days of marching, Grom saw a large amount of abandoned baggage and even wounded soldiers who committed suicide in despair.
In fact, his judgment was not wrong. Before returning to Lordaeron City, if Duke had not made a plan, the entire Lordaeron army would probably have been chased by the western legion of the Horde and more than half of them would have been defeated. Even if they had not been defeated, except for Mograine's Scarlet Crusade, the other Lordaeron legions would not have much combat power.
Now, the city gate has been severely deformed by the relentless pounding of the orc vanguard. Once the city gate is breached, his warriors will be able to pour into the city, kill the remaining guards and raze the city to the ground.
With this place as a base, they can quickly occupy the rest of the continent, drive the humans to the coast and push them into the sea. In the end, the continent will belong to the Horde, and they will end the war and start a new life.
After being depressed for so long, Grom finally saw hope.
He carried his great axe Bloodroar, which was famous in the Alliance and the Horde, and watched his soldiers attack the city gate again.
It would be great if those two-headed ogres were here, Grom couldn't help thinking, those big guys should be able to climb up the city wall and use their weapons to dig a few big holes in the thick stone. But he was very curious, why did the shouting and killing sounds from the other side of the city seem to come from the north of the city?
If we want to make humans unable to take care of both ends, wouldn't it be better to attack the east gate?
But at this moment, a violent whistling sound suddenly came from behind the city wall in the distance.
Where does this strong wind come from?
From afar, a large golden cloud gathered above the city gate at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then a golden lightning bolt struck the orcs that were hitting the city gate. Suddenly, the black oil that had floated onto the moat at some point was ignited.
The raging flames shot up into the sky, and almost instantly burned the orcs who were crossing the river and climbing the city walls into human-shaped torches.
The golden thunderclouds continued to grow larger and larger and floated towards the orcs. Several bolts of lightning struck the orcs' huge siege equipment, and exploded among the orc infantry who were gathered behind the siege equipment to avoid arrows and javelins.
There were a few loud bangs, and blood and flesh flew everywhere in the crowd.
Grom's heart was bleeding.
Those were the elite of the Warsong clan! They had been through hundreds of battles, had been baptized by the fire of Silverpine Forest, and were wearing the thickest armor in the entire tribe, and yet they were electrocuted to death?
The golden lightning balls created several large pits on the ground that could bury dozens of people. The flying stones, orc limbs, and armor pieces caused secondary casualties to the surrounding areas, and screams were heard one after another.
At this time, several huge red fireworks rose simultaneously from the north, west and south of the orc army.
Suddenly, loud trumpet sounds rang out simultaneously from these three directions.
Those things that had previously looked like forests three or four kilometers away suddenly became blurred, and then what appeared before the orcs were rows of human-shaped objects wearing silver-white armor.
The silver wave surrounded the orcs' troops in a crescent shape. It felt like there were countless human soldiers, and their number had long exceeded the orcs' mathematical ability to calculate.
Ordinary orcs only know that there are many, many humans.