Warchief Orgrim
Although there was no immediate plan to visit Trolls, Orgrim still had people send a message through the Syndicate transportation team, saying that Warchief would visit Amani soon. Zul'jin asked them to make an appointment, and Bash also conveyed the words to Jintha'Alor. At the same time, he sent food and weapons twice through the Syndicate transportation team and communicated. 🎈💛 💜🔥
After receiving the assistance of food and weapons, Orgrim and others also held their breath and waited for Feast of Winter Veil to pass. When the time entered Dark Portal's nineteenth year, they found a large concentration camp located in Arathi Highlands and prepared to take action. After opening this concentration camp, they went to meet Trolls.
The operation to liberate Orcs has been carried out several times. This time Orgrim is also familiar with the process. He adopted the previous strategy and first sent his subordinates to pretend to be alone and go into exile. Orcs was captured into the concentration camp, and then he cooperated with Orcs inside and outside the concentration camp. This tactic was thought up by Thrall. He always took the lead and sneaked into the enemy camp, and this time was no exception.
After the sky slowly turned dark, Orgrim watched the sky for a while, and immediately asked his subordinates to prepare to launch an attack on the concentration camp. The short and agile Orcs quietly sneaked to the edge of the camp, while Frostwolf and their hunched predators were lying in wait, while he led the heroic Warrior to attack the main entrance.
Soon, the battle started, and a fire lit up in the camp. Orgrim looked at the fire in the distance, stood up from the jungle where he was hiding, and raised his Doomhammer towards the Warriors behind him. It was a warhammer carrying a legendary prophecy, and it was also his symbol.
Because it was a surprise attack, Orgrim did not roar, but decisively turned around and ran towards the camp in the distance. Orcs Warrior also followed suit. Like a torrent, they followed Orgrim into the opened camp and collided with the human soldiers who were barely able to react.
Accompanied by the infantry's Charge, the Orcs predators riding Frostwolf shouted, leading the giant wolves and quickly rushing into the camp with the crowd. Rather than rescuing the infantrymen in their companion camps, their mission after entering the camp was to set fire everywhere to create chaos, and seize as many available supplies as possible, including food, clothing, and weapons.
With their physical advantages, the Orcss tore into the camp and started a melee with the unprepared humans. Orgrim threw the huge war hammer and knocked down a human on the horse. Then he looked around with a grin. There were battles everywhere. The defense here was much stronger than the previous camps. There were also cavalry. Humans had begun to take precautions.
"Lok'tar Ogar." The war cry came from the center of the battlefield. Orgrim, who was interrupted from thinking, turned around and saw Thrall sweeping away a human with a battle ax. The human was covered in armor, and he only wore cloth, but he was still so strong and brave. Hearing his roar, Orcs all around him responded one after another, making the battlefield more heated.
"Durotan." Orgrim looked at the young Orcs, feeling a little confused for no reason. A thought that had occurred to him for a long time flashed through his mind, but he shook his head, quickly turned around to pick up the war hammer he had just thrown, knocked a soldier away, and then shouted loudly.
"Quickly, come out quickly." Orgrim walked to a cage, smashed the lock open, then shouted at the green-skinned Orcs inside, and then ran to another cage to rescue the locked up Orcs.
Like a little bee, Orgrim released a man named Orcs from the cage and prison. When he finally rushed into a prison room, he felt his breathing was stagnant, because there was no Orcs in this prison, only a dozen or so human soldiers covered in armor and holding weapons.
"Lok'tar Ogar!" Orgrim looked at a dozen humans and squeezed out a roar from his throat. He stepped forward with his war hammer and knocked one of them away, and then smashed one of their heads with a punch.
Like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, Orgrim quickly knocked down six humans. When his back was exposed, a soldier took the opportunity to stab him with a spear, but the tip of the spear missed the target, leaving only a blood mark on his arm.
"Coward." Orgrim turned around and pinched the human's helmeted face. With five thick knuckles, the alloy helmet immediately changed its shape, and the head protected inside began to bleed.
Orgrim looked at the remaining two humans, exhaling heavily, and was not in a hurry to take action because he was tired. That's right, he was tired. He was old. When he was young, he could catch up with Clefthoof on foot, but now he can't.
Looking at the two remaining humans, Orgrim took a few breaths and wanted to step forward, but when he looked at the two humans whose eyes were as evasive as lambs, for some reason, an idea came to his mind again, and his steps stagnated slightly.
As soon as the thought turned around, Orgrim didn't have time to think about it, and pushed towards the two humans. The two humans immediately separated, Orgrim forced towards one of them, raised Doomhammer in his hand, knocked the spear in his hand, and then reached out to grab his head, then rotated his body and threw the opponent directly away.
Throwing away the soldier in his hand, Orgrim felt confused for a moment. In this confusion, the soldier next to him looked at Orcs who was wearing black plate armor, looked at the body of his companion next to him, gritted his teeth and moved his steps, then raised the spear in his hand and pointed it at his rear Backstab from the slope, through the gap in the plate armor.
"Tsk!" The spear penetrated the gap in the plate armor and penetrated directly into the chest. The strong sting instantly recalled Orgrim's mind. The huge warhammer fell from him, and at the same time a roar sounded.
Thrall saw Orgrim on the battlefield. When he defeated his opponent and wanted to go over for reinforcements, he unexpectedly saw a scene that made his mind explode. A human soldier pierced Warchief's plate armor from behind.
Immediately after his head exploded, Thrall roared forward and knocked down the human who couldn't react in time after letting go of the spear. Then, while the other person was on the ground struggling to crawl, he stepped forward and grabbed his legs with all his strength. The screams suddenly stopped.
"Sir." Thrall put aside the bleeding corpse, turned around and hurriedly checked on Warchief's situation. Although they had not been together for a short time, he respected this strong elder from the bottom of his heart.
"Sa, Thrall, I was knocked down from behind by a coward. No need to say more, I need your help." Orgrim looked at the young Orcs who was covered in blood, stopped him from doing what he wanted to do, and then said what he had been thinking silently in his heart for a long time.
"Come to me, there are two things. First, you must stick to the cause we started. I once led Horde. Unfortunately, I can no longer lead the second time..." Orgrim felt The spear pierced his chest from behind, and his expression was a little distorted. He felt as if blood was pouring out of his throat. At the same time, he also saw other Orcs rushing over from behind, including Grom·Grommash Hellscream.
"You are now Warchief, Thrall, Du, the son of Durotan. You will wear my armor, pick up my hammer, and lead Horde on a new path."
Orgrim pointed at the war hammer on the ground, touched the black plate armor on his body, and looked at the Orcss who were present. After reading the lines he had compiled a long time ago, he felt relaxed for no reason, and felt a little ashamed and proud. In the eyes of others, it was probably him, the "secret stabber" who died in someone else's sneak attack, but no one would know that he did it on purpose, and everyone was deceived by him.