Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 484: Stormwind

Yes! That's Edmund Duke!

Maybe he is not the league's head coach or leader, but the role Duke plays in the league is definitely greater than those two.

If we kill him, we will definitely be able to curb the alliance's offensive.

Without this genius commander who was full of strange ideas, the Alliance would be just a bunch of old-fashioned people who could fight conventional wars. Lord Geddon, the servant of Ragnaros, the Fire Lord, retreated. Before he left, the news from the flames was that "the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza swore that she would never invade the Fire Lord's territory unless the Fire Lord endangered the world's safety."

This gave Orgrim hope again.

Without Duke, Orgrim could have defended Blackrock Mountain to the death. When he used a small number of tribes to defend Blackrock Fortress, he could free up the main force to counterattack Elwynn Forest and drive the humans of Stormwind Kingdom into the sea for the second time. As long as they could survive until winter, the Horde would be able to take a breather, and at least half of the territory of the southern continent could be reported to other chieftains of the Horde.

Ideals are beautiful, but reality is cruel.

Duke discovered Orgrim's intention. Even though they were hundreds of meters apart, Duke still smiled at Orgrim and made a goodbye gesture.

Duel?

My magic circuits are all broken now, and my muscles ache every time I move my fingers. You want me to duel with an angry warrior boss?

That's really haha.

Of course Duke didn't even bother with Orgrim.

All the necessary arrangements had been made. Behind him, Muradin Bronzebeard was holding two shields to cover Duke, and Magni was commanding with two axes in the front. On the top cover of the tank, there were six white guns of the three Windrunner sisters swaying around Duke (in fact, they were working hard to shoot the Hordesmen).

If Duke stopped charging and went back to duel with Orgrim, that would be a stupid move.

At first, Orgrim felt as if he abandoned the front line and rushed back for about a minute to kill Duke.

The funny thing was that when he wanted to charge, the tank under Duke had already accelerated. It was obvious that the tank driver was also driving without a license, and he rushed all the way, hitting countless orcs and disemboweling countless orcs, but he still reached a speed of 40 kilometers per hour.

This is an incredible speed for a steam tank. Of course, if the boiler burns out, that's another matter.

Just as Orgrim was staring in amazement, the tank Duke was riding in sped away, leading the tank regiment to wreak havoc on the Horde's still relatively intact right wing.

Orgrim had no choice but to turn around, looking at everything in front of him in despair.

The situation of the Horde was originally very good, but now it has turned from a rout into a fierce battle again. In Orgrim's vision, the front line that was advancing with difficulty has become a jagged one.

Although the chieftain led the Horde's veterans to attack and almost broke the human front several times, the human soldiers' strong will to resist completely overturned every tribe warrior's imagination of humans since the beginning of the war. The right-wing orcs fought desperately and successfully broke a huge gap in the square formation. However, the Dalaran soldiers, who had always had a weak fighting spirit, unexpectedly burst out with the greatest bloodiness.

If it was before, they would have cried and fled, and the orcs could have chased them like ducks. Now it was completely different. The human soldiers would quickly form a smaller circle nearby to continue to resist. If it really didn't work, they would use all means to counterattack the orcs. If the sword broke, they would smash it with the shield. If the shield was broken, they would stab with the dagger. If the dagger was gone, they would pick up the weapons of their dead comrades. If they couldn't pick up any more, they would dare to rush forward with their fists even if they knew they would die.

The attacks were resolved at the last minute several times, causing the orc army on the right wing to fight for a long time without making any progress. The battle was extremely brutal, and the blood even dyed the dirty black land bright red.

"Swish, swish, swish!" The Alliance's spear throwers came back. Mustering up their courage again, they almost reached the rear of the shield and sword men, throwing spears at the orcs no more than twenty meters from the front line.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" The flamethrower team of the FFF regiment also arrived. Under the guidance of some experienced commanders, they gave up attacking the orcs of the Blackrock Clan and turned to look for those new and tender greenskins.

Orgrim was breathing heavily, but his heart was cold.

Sharp javelins began to cover the sky, and more orc blood began to flow onto the black earth. Countless orcs brandished their weapons and rushed past their chief.

However, Orgrim soon heard countless cries of despair or anger. He seemed to want to stop the Horde from sliding into the abyss of failure, but he found that it was useless to do so.

"Warchief! It's no use! We must do something!?" Rexxar killed an Alliance warrior with an axe and strode forward. There was no beast pet beside him.

Orgrim stared at the orc who helped him block Duke's ultimate move in Grim Batol. Kashdrak died, but Rexxar relied on his bloodline from the ogres and his strong body to survive. Now, Rexxar, who saved his life, has become the captain of his personal guard.

Orgrim smiled: "Yes, we must do something."

the Horde, which had been repeatedly weakened, was like a broken wall, blocking out all light and hope. That's right, the initial massacre policy implemented by the Horde was the grave dug by the Horde for itself. Perhaps defeating the Draenei as a single race was okay, but facing the vaster and more multi-racial Azeroth, it was looking for death.

Orgrim has been striving to change and find a way to make the Horde live and reproduce better. In the dim light, Orgrim seemed to see the light of dawn passing through the dark wall and coming out from the holes in the rotten wall.

How he wanted to see the scenery behind the wall, but before that, whether he would be crushed to death under the collapsed wall, or push down the wall to see a more beautiful scenery and welcome a more perfect new life, all depended on his last attempt.

who!?

Who else can help the Horde turn the tables?

Suddenly, Orgrim saw a group of knights charging into the battlefield. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

The spear flag with a blue background, gold edges and a lion's head painted on it was so dazzling that Orgrim would never forget this flag - the golden lion flag of Stormwind Kingdom.

Stormwind Kingdom was the first kingdom conquered by the orcs after they came to this world.

Now, it was the counterattack from the remnants of the kingdom that had lost its capital that had put the Horde in a desperate situation.