Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 469: Orcs

Magni is not a fool. He certainly knows that if Duke is willing to help the Bronzebeard dwarves in this way, Duke must ask for benefits.

Magni was willing to believe Duke.

It's just that Duke is too reliable.

Apart from the lack of soldiers, Ironforge has given almost everything asked for in the past year.

Medicines, food, daily necessities, unsmelted iron ore...there was almost nothing that Duke couldn't get as long as Magni asked for it. If he really couldn't get it, Duke would send a letter to explain the difficulty. Most of the time, the things sent were exactly what he wanted, and there was no ambiguity in quality or quantity.

Moreover, during the Ironforge War, the name of Duke, the God of War, spread throughout the entire continent from north to south.

Every time, they defeat the majority with the minority and the strong with the weak, but they have never been defeated.

If it were Duke, it wouldn't be surprising if he came up with some groundbreaking ideas.

Recently, Duke seems to have had a hard time. Rumor has it that because Duke is too outstanding and has made too many contributions, the people of Lordaeron are ashamed. As a result, Terenas secretly formed an alliance of kings to exclude Duke from participating in the final battle.

In the southwest of the Searing Gorge, the Stormwind Kingdom was indeed fighting a war to restore its sovereignty, so there was nothing wrong with sending Duke's 30,000 private soldiers back to Elwynn Forest.

However, when there is no way to open a gap in the Red Ridge Mountains, why is it that Duke, the deputy commander of the Alliance, is summoned to the main battlefield but is not allowed to control any army?

Most dwarves are straightforward. Magni is disgusted by this kind of political struggle full of intrigues, and especially hates the Lordaeron people's attitude of "I am your boss, come and pay homage to me."

In fact, everyone can see the situation clearly. The orcs will surrender sooner or later. If they want to have enough say in the post-war alliance, they must hand in a brilliant report card in the final battle.

Now Duke wants to use the dwarves to teach the people of Lordaeron how to fight. Why wouldn't the dwarves want to do it?

Magni quickly figured out the key to the matter and agreed decisively!

"You say, we do!"

The dwarf craftsman next to him nodded.

"Well, let's call Kurdran Wildhammer first. We need to explain to the him what air-ground integration and infantry-artillery coordination mean."

Not long after hearing such a new term, Kurdran immediately joined the group.

November 6th, the day of decisive battle.

"The humans are here!"

Orgrim suddenly raised his head from his thoughts. The fear in Zuluhed's voice made him angry. When did his successor become so cowardly?

"We are the ones who challenged them to a decisive battle!" roared the Warchief. He stood on the terrace of Blackrock Spire and watched everything from above.

This terrace was located on a protruding rock at the top of the northern hill of Blackrock Mountain. In front of the terrace, he overlooked the entire Burning Canyon. From here he could see the remaining tribal men and the newly arrived tribal soldiers gathered below.

He remembered that the last time he looked out from here, his warriors covered the entire Scorching Canyon and the Burning Plain from north to south, without any gaps.

Now, among the black rocks, there were only patches of green and a small amount of brown. Orgrim could even make out that the people of the old first-tier clans were sparsely gathered together, while the orcs of the new second- and third-tier clans were more vigorous.

When had his tribe become so weak?

Everything he worried about came true!

Everything was sliding towards the worst-case plan he had prepared in his mind.

"What about a decisive battle? Can we win? The other side has a large number of mages and even a damn red dragon!" Zuluhed asked behind him, "We don't have enough manpower. This is the last batch of reinforcements. The clans across the gate are all waiting and watching. There will be no more people in the short term."

Orgrim glared at his deputy with such intense anger that every orc who came into his sight flinched.

Indeed, their numbers are very small now, compared with the super army of more than 500,000 people in the past. The orc army no longer has that many people to sweep the world.

And the quality is far inferior.

But so what?

"In the name of our ancestors! We are orcs! You ask us what we should do?" He roared to all of them, and at the same time pulled out the famous Doomhammer from his back: "Of course we should fight! Before you got on the dragon's back, you could kill twenty human soldiers in one breath without taking a breath. Have you forgotten what fighting is after you got off the dragon's back?"

At this point, Orgrim turned to the orc recruits around him and said, "Your predecessors can kill ten human soldiers by themselves. What about you? Do you think you are all descendants of slime monsters and all soft idiots? What your predecessors can do, you can do as well. You want to destroy us? Sure, you have to pay with the lives of 2.5 million soldiers!"

Leaving behind Zuluhed and the new soldiers who were trembling with excitement again, Orgrim turned and walked onto the terrace: "Warriors of the Horde! Listen to me!"

He shouted loudly, raising his hammer high. Most of the new orcs turned their heads to look at him, but those who retreated did not. This once again aroused his anger, and he smashed the Doomhammer against the cliff beside the terrace.

There was a stream of lava falling vertically, and the blow of the Doomhammer created a huge scorching wave with a violent echo. Immediately, every orc at the foot of the mountain cast their eyes over and stared at their chief.

"Listen to me!" he shouted again. "I know - we are suffering defeat and retreat. I also know that our numbers are far less than before! I know even more how heavy the losses caused by Gul'dan's betrayal are! But don't forget, we are orcs! In our world, nothing can stop us for billions of years! We have killed the most brutal Gronn and fought bloody battles with ogres for hundreds of years. We have failed and retreated. But what about now? We are still the masters of that world."

At this point, the orcs' eyes began to light up.

"Our world is being destroyed, and we have no way to retreat! Therefore, I want every one of you to remember -" At this point, Orgrim took a deep breath and roared with all his strength: "We are orcs - we are still the Horde - our footsteps will eventually make this world tremble!"

The soldiers below gave an inspiring shout, but it sounded a bit messy and thin, which did not affect the high morale!

"The humans chased us here. They thought we were defeated! They thought we were afraid of their power like dogs are afraid of powerful creatures? No - they were wrong!"