Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 470: Go

Orgrim once again raised the Doomhammer in his hand high up. The hammer, still stained with some magma, looked extremely ferocious and dazzling under the rising sun.

"We are here because this is our base camp! The power of our entire tribe is all here! We are here because we can rush out again and put this continent under our feet! Plant the flag of the Horde on every inch of land in the world. So when we come back here, we can defeat them again and make them tremble for our name again!"

At this time, the cheers were loud enough to make the entire Burning Canyon boil, and Orgrim raised his arms high, letting the enthusiastic cheers come in. He saw that the warriors of the Horde all stood up and vigorously brandished their new and sophisticated weapons.

The chief was pleased to see that the soldiers' fighting spirit was once again aroused.

"We are the most powerful hunters. We can wait for opportunities, but we will never wait to die!" He said to his soldiers, "We are orcs! We are the Horde! We will deal them a fatal blow! They will regret chasing them here! Once we smash their army, we will step on their corpses and rule their land once again!"

When Orgrim swung his hammer above his head again, Zuluhed had already waved his hand secretly.

Then a huge horn sounded. This solemn horn sound seemed to come from the distant ancient times, crossing the long river of history.

Every orc seemed to feel that his ancestors were looking at him with passionate eyes.

At this moment, the loud shouts that reached the sky had already made the entire Blackrock Mountain where Orgrim was standing tremble.

Orgrim suddenly felt like crying. This was the Horde that stood at the top of the world with an unyielding heart. This was the Horde for which he was willing to give his life and even his soul.

Orgrim felt the hot wind blowing across his cheeks, and he could no longer tell whether it was the heat from the Burning Canyon or the heat brought by the orcs' cheers.

It doesn't matter!

These were the people he loved so much! These were the orc warriors he knew in his mind.

Don't cry over failure.

Will not beg for mercy due to disadvantage.

Even if they fell, it would only be in the direction of the charge, and their hands would be stained with the blood of their enemies.

Zuluhed came down from the terrace and greeted him, using honorifics, which was rare for someone as rude as him: "Great speech, Warchief."

Suddenly, a voice came: "I hope those little ones who have never seen a gronn won't be scared to death after seeing a giant dragon flying in the sky."

The one who spoke was Kilrogg Deadeye. As the chieftain of the Bleeding Hollow clan who had suffered terrible losses in the war against the Red Dragonflight, he was obviously filled with resentment.

Orgrim glanced at Kilrogg and suddenly laughed: "Dragons are not the only masters of this world. I swear on the banner of the Horde that this decisive battle has nothing to do with dragons."

"Hmm?" Kilrogg narrowed his one eye.

Orgrim ignored Kilrogg and turned to Sabek, who had escaped from the front line and said, "Let our clan's warriors be ready. I will lead my elite team to charge, and the others will follow behind."

He glanced at the huge hall in the terrace, and there were a large number of huge figures standing in the shadows. They were waiting for orders, and when Orgrim's eyes swept over them, everyone stood up straight and nodded. Orgrim also nodded in response. This was his elite guard. There were not many people, only 300 people, but every member was a two-headed ogre who had experienced the baptism of the Storm Altar.

Doomhammer was a noble orc who once hated ogres, but these were different. They were much smarter than their fellow orcs, and they were warriors rather than warlocks.

More importantly, they are loyal only to Orgrim and not to the Horde.

Orgrim knew that they admired his courage and strength - in fact, they regarded him as a smaller ogre, and promised to follow his command.

Likewise, he respected their strength and knew that, if need be, each of them would die for him, just as he was willing to die for the Horde.

Now, 250,000 orcs will use their lives as weights to tie the Horde's victory to the scales of fate.

There is only one last thing left...

Suddenly, an orc rushed over and whispered in Orgrim's ear: "Go'el has been found, and he has been transferred to another slave owner as you ordered, but... is this appropriate?" freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Orgrim sighed: "According to the prophecy of the great man in Nagrand, we must keep him with humans... This is fate!"

Destiny?

What a mysterious word.

Not far away, Kilrogg Dead Eye, whose face showed 'I don't want to fight', seemed to see something through his eye that could briefly see the future.

He suddenly picked up his bone axe made from the tusks of a wild beast and stood beside Orgrim.

"Whether we win or lose, the Horde should not be destroyed here."

Orgrim smiled when he heard Kilrogg's words.

"Let's go!"

At this moment, on a small hill 3,000 meters away from the main battlefield, Anduin Lothar stood on his horse like a sword. He was the most trusted commander and the supreme commander of the Alliance.

Anduin was surrounded by not only knights, but also a whole group of Silver Hands waiting for orders. Anduin pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword, and his eyes, which were a little sunken due to staying up late for days, kept moving. His eyes, which kept patrolling the distance of the plain, were as sharp as a hawk.

The cheers of the orcs from afar shook the heaven and earth.

This made Anduin a little uneasy.

It was obvious that Warchief Orgrim had boosted the morale of the entire Horde. On the other hand, Anduin felt fucked up.

Terenas was so eager to win the credit that he even used the fact that Lordaeron sent the most troops as an excuse to forcibly change the formation and demanded that the armies of the other eight countries of the Alliance be deployed around the Lordaeron army. If the Lordaeron army was as elite as Mograine's direct troops, then Anduin would be fine.

What the hell is this coming?

Terenas had simply stuffed all the nobles' private soldiers into his army, gathering 150,000 men. He had instead sent the more powerful Gilneas and Alterac armies to transport food, and he threatened to withdraw his troops at every turn.

Okay, now the front and center are all Lordaeron. The left wing is the well-equipped but slightly lacking fighting spirit of the Dalaran army plus the Highland Cavalry of Stromgarde. The right wing is the coalition of Bronzebeard, Wildhammer dwarves and gnomes. The back is the magician group of Quel'Thalas and Dalaran, as well as the ranger troops.