Horde is preparing for the funeral...
Orgrim has begun to disperse the various clans of Horde in a planned way. He knows very well that Horde is about to fail, Dark Portal is also closed, and they have nowhere to escape.
After secretly contacting Alliance, he placed his Blackrock Clan in Burning Steppes's Blackrock Spire to survive. This is the bottom line that Alliance can accept. Of course, the price Orgrim paid for this was not small. That Titan Divine Venerable asked for the allegiance of a clan in exchange.
To put it simply, if you Orgrim want to let several clans take refuge in Burning Steppes, then you can also give me as many clans of the same size.
I don't know what Hu Feng told Orgrim, but in short, Orgrim, Great Chief, who was dedicated to Horde, finally agreed!
In the end, Hu Feng got what he wanted and got a Skullsplitter Clan that was smaller in scale than Blackrock Clan. The centripetal force of the Skullsplitter Clan towards Horde was not very high. Their patriarch He is a Ogre Mage named Mogu. His hometown is also in Frostfire Ridge. Frostwolf Clan occupies most of the area. Skullsplitter Clan lives in a small area east of Frostfire Ridge.
In order to get rid of the burden, Orgrim threw Skullsplitter Clan to Hu Feng.
Skullsplitter Clan Orcs wore a mask made of white animal bones on his face, and various patterns were painted on it with red dye or blood. The shape of the mask's mouth resembles a slight smile, and the eyes are also narrowed into a line. The enemy saw a group of masked Orcss with the same mocking expressions Charge pointing at them on the battlefield. This impression was very profound, which is also the origin of the name Skullsplitter Clan.
Orgrim is standing in the upper reaches of a river Alterac Mountains, which flows along the river to Hillsbrad Foothills. He placed a strong rattan basket in the river, and in the basket was the only son of his best friend Durotan.
Orgrim didn't dare to bet, and he didn't know if humans would let Orcs's baby go. Although Alliance promised to help Orcs strive for a better situation after being captured according to the situation, but who knows if this is just perfunctory by the Alliance. Losers are not qualified to make demands, and Orgrim understands this very well.
"May the ancestors bless you, Gul'guro. May you grow strong and be able to meet your father again one day." Orgrim murmured to himself, looking at the basket drifting away with sadness on his face.
Dragonmaw Clan secretly returned to the Wetlands area with the dragon egg, but was still discovered by the ranger scouts of High Elves.
Orgrim had no choice but to pay Lightning Blade Clan, a small clan, to Hu Feng as hush money.
All the remaining clans were unwilling to escape, and expressed their determination to defend Alterac and make a final decisive battle with humans. Orgrim himself is not a coward. After sending away these clans, his patience has reached its limit.
"Then, that's it, Horde will prove his glory here!"
Lordaeron finally started to attack. As expected, the forward was another row of Iron Star.
Horde Orcs Warrior people call Iron Star suicide wheels. Now these suicide wheels are spraying flames on both sides and rolling towards them like a road roller. Orcs are brave, but no matter how brave they are, they are only flesh and blood. They are powerless in the face of this kind of steel and gunpowder. Horde's defenses are rapidly collapsing.
A large group of Orcs suddenly rushed out of the position, and they began to launch the final Charge towards the human army.
"Orcs will never be slaves!"
The leader is Grom*Hellscream, with demon blood flowing under his blood-red skin. Before activating Charge, he asked Orgrim to take care of the remaining Warsong Clan that had not drunk Demon Blood Orcs, and then led all the fallen Warsong Orcs who drank the demon blood to launch a desperate Charge against humans.
They completely ignored the arrow and musket attacks, and also ignored the Iron Star that continued to fire. Grom finally rushed to the human position. At this moment, there were less than fifty people left around him.
Warsong Clan The patriarch raised his ax Gorehowl high, causing waves of broken flesh and severed limbs among the human soldiers.
The human line was confused for a moment, and then was suppressed by Uther, who reorganized their formation. Surround these less than fifty people Orcs.
"Put down your weapons, Grom! You and your people have proven your glory. Put down your weapons and you will not lose your lives!" Uther shouted. As a noble Paladin, he did not want to see these warriors die under the siege of the army, even if they were Orcs.
Grom laughed wildly and raised Gorehowl in his hand.
"Warsong Clan!!! Follow my orders, attack!!!"
"Orcs will never be slaves!!!"
Orgrim clenched his fists and saw that the number of Warsong Orcs still standing in the encirclement was decreasing rapidly. He even wanted Grom to surrender and save these precious warriors for Horde. But he didn't do that, because it was Grom*Hellscream. The name said it all.
Grom felt that he no longer had the strength to clench his fists, and the Gorehowl in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. His red body was pierced by at least ten spears, and blood flowed profusely. His vision began to become blurry.
The soldiers parted like a wave, and Uther walked up to Grom, looked at him, and then solemnly performed a chest-thumping salute.
"Although you are Orcs and an enemy of mankind, I still want to pay tribute to you, warrior."
Grom grinned with difficulty, blood flowing out of the corners of his mouth.
"Horde... cough cough... will not die... Frostwolf Clan... Durotan... cough... he will let... let the flag of Horde... fly again..."
The body fell to the ground with a crash, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Uther was silent for a while, then waved his hand. "Bury him and his people. Warriors should not be left dead in the wilderness."
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Five days later.
Alterac City was defeated, and Orgrim led Horde to fight to the death.
Shattered Hand Clan Patriarch Kargath*Blade Fist died in battle.
Burning Blade Clan leader, Sword Master Nirru* died in battle with the Fire Blade.
Warchief Orgrim was desperately stopped by the other small clan leaders and was eventually captured.
Old Horde At this point, everyone surrenders.
Zul'jin led the remaining Troll and fled again.
The northern human kingdom headed by Lordaeron will establish huge shelters in the Hillsbrad Foothills and Alterac areas, and all Orcs captives will be imprisoned in them and later sold as slaves. As long as you have money, you can buy a few strong Orcs slaves to take home and help you farm and work. The nobles bought Orcs in large quantities, forcing them to become gladiators and throw them into the arena to kill each other or fight to the death with various beasts.
Hillsbrad Foothills's riverside.
Two human attendants fished a basket out of the river and showed it to a richly dressed noble behind him like a treasure.
"Master Blackmoore, look! A little Orcs kid! He also has rare green skin!"
Blackmoore nodded with satisfaction, and he decided to take this baby Orcs back and train him well, so that he could become a qualified leader in the future and help him realize the deep goal in his heart!
Old Hu said that he would write a unique WOW novel, and the plot is guaranteed to be unexpected~~~
So... You can guess what the ending of Grom will be~~~ Guaranteed to be unexpected and unique!
Old Hu doesn't want to spoil it, but what I can tell you is that Grom's fate will not end here!