Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 463: Twilight

The west wind was bleak, and the cold autumn wind made everything on the burning plain seem even drier.

The dry and barren land is rising with almost endless heat. The source of the heat is naturally the several high-rising active volcanoes on the plain, including the Black Stone Mountain in the northwest of the burning plain. These volcanoes are constantly and slowly spewing lava, and the blazing magma is changing the topography of the entire plain almost every moment.

Sitting on the eastern platform of Blackrock Spire in Blackrock Mountain, Chieftain Orgrim looked at the distant scenery a little dazedly.

Although it is called Blackrock Tower, this "tower" is not very obvious from the outside.

Because the entire 'tower' is embedded in the towering Black Stone Mountain, dozens of streams of hot lava flow down from the lava vents on the mountain, visually creating many vertical lines, dividing the gray-black Black Stone Mountain into many parts.

The so-called Blackrock Tower should actually be more appropriately called Blackrock Fortress.

Orgrim didn't know that the platform he was sitting on would become the burial place of the black dragon prince Nefarian in the future. He just looked at the scenery outside the platform blankly.

To the north is the Scorching Canyon that is also emitting high temperatures and heat. The Dark Iron Dwarves, who recently reached a cooperation agreement with the Horde, are working day and night in the crude furnaces in the canyon to forge weapons for the Horde.

To the south is the Burning Plains, where more than 150,000 orc warriors are camping on a slightly flat area at the foot of Blackrock Mountain. These orcs who have just crossed the Dark Portal and arrived in the world of Azeroth do not know the terror of the Alliance and the Red Dragonflight, and they are eagerly waiting for the arrival of this glorious battle.

The 100,000 orc laborers were also excited about being distributed with sophisticated weapons. They felt that this was an opportunity to change their status.

At this time, Zuluhed, the chieftain of the Dragonmaw clan, arrived. He looked at Orgrim, who was sitting on the edge of the platform, and said rudely, "Warchief, the new tribal warriors want you to have a say."

"Talk? I'll go. But not now." Orgrim said without turning back.

"Why? You know our people have little patience? After all, they all drank that stuff."

"Yes! Perhaps we should thank the demon blood for making the orcs violent and warlike without having to worry about low morale." Orgrim had an undisguised sarcasm on his face: "Yes, it is precisely because of the demon blood that we orcs still have absolute confidence in victory and can tolerate a lousy guy like me to continue sitting on the position of the Warchief, instead of having a warrior launch a Mak'gora to kill me."

Zuluhed was silent. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Looking out from Blackrock Spire, most of the orcs below were new to Azeroth and had a single-minded mind. They had never experienced the frustration of having the upper hand but not being able to win. They had also never experienced the pain and despair of occupying half of the continent but being killed back step by step by humans.

Where are the clans that were once the strongest in the Horde now?

The Blackrock Clan can almost be declared extinct. After experiencing the burning of Elwynn Forest, the burning of Stormwind City, the battle across the sea and the battle of Lordaeron City, and the Blackfang Clan that split off from the Blackhand brothers, the Blackrock Clan, which was once the strongest of the Horde with nearly 300,000 people and nearly 200,000 warriors, now has less than 5,000 people left in the entire clan. It is not even as good as a third-rate clan.

The Blackfang clan, led by the Blackhand brothers, was first tricked by Duke in Arathi Highlands, and then after hunting down Gul'dan, they killed a few thousand people from the Storm Reaver clan and then disappeared. Everyone knew that the Blackhand brothers did it on purpose.

Most of the very powerful Warsong Clan collapsed, and the remaining members, led by Grom, hid in the deep mountains and forests of Tirisfal Glades.

The Bleeding Hollow clan also collapsed, and most of them were killed in Ironforge in Dun Morogh. Most of them died in the siege in the early stage, and recently they were wiped out by the Red Dragonflight because of the implementation of the Warchief's fortress group tactics. Kilrogg Deadeye only had less than 10,000 people left.

In the early stages of the First War, the Frostwolf Clan was exiled to the Alterac Mountains in the northern continent by Gul'dan. After Durotan was killed, the Frostwolf Clan completely cut off ties with the Horde.

The Dragonmaw Clan suffered the most brutal bloodbath in the rebellion of the Red Dragonflight, and less than a thousand people were left under Zuluhed.

The Fire Blade Clan was originally a clan with a small number of people. After Dal Triple Blood Blade and Samuro died in battle, the Swordmaster team was also hit hard, and there were less than 10 Swordmasters left in the Horde.

Not to mention the former Storm Reaver Clan and the Twilight Hammer Clan, which was mainly composed of ogres, the two rebellious clans. God knows where the remaining ones have gone.

The Blackscar Clan...After Kashdrak was killed in Grim Batol Fortress and most of the clan members were killed by the angry red dragon, it was said that Kashdrak's confidants took the next chieftain, the young Nazgrel, through the Arathi Highlands and defected to the Frostwolf Clan while the Alliance had not launched a counterattack.

The Broken Hand is fine. The battle maniac Kargath Bladefist even asked the Warchief for a fight yesterday...

However, any orc with a little bit of common sense knew that the Horde was going to lose.

Orgrim had no intention of making things difficult for his deputy.

He sighed deeply: "I am thinking about the meaning of this war that is about to be lost."

"significance?"

"Yes!" Orgrim looked up at the northern sky.

The first year of the Dark Gate, as it is called by humans, was the most magnificent and glorious year for the entire tribe. the Horde's territory expanded wildly towards the entire north, and the territory opened up was almost equal to the entire territory known to "our world".

This was also the year when the entire tribe was most eager to fight and the chiefs were most ambitious.

Thanks to the veterans who had experienced the war with the Draenei, it was these elite troops who easily crushed the resistance of Stormwind Kingdom.

However, just as all dreams have a beginning and an end, the Horde's arrogant dream of expanding its territory and occupying the entire world of Azeroth within three years reached its peak in this year. Then, in the second year, it hit the cold and cruel wall of reality, seemingly by chance, but in fact inevitably, it fell apart.

Orgrim sighed deeply. "Looking back, even without Edmund Duke, we would have failed."

"Why?" Zuluhed was puzzled.

Orgrim's rugged face was filled with regret.

"We were too arrogant. At the beginning, we slaughtered almost all the intelligent races we could see in this world. We pushed almost all intelligent races to the opposite side of the Horde. If time could go back to the past and I could control the Horde earlier, I would take a gentler approach, such as occupying all the wilderness where no intelligent races live first. Then eliminate those weak races to make more living space for the Horde. Finally, when we gain absolute advantage, we will destroy any alliances that may emerge."