Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 490: Broken

I thought there would at least be a battle, even if it was a small-scale one.

Who would have thought that in front of a group of Alliance bosses and countless soldiers, those ferocious orcs...actually surrendered without any spine.

Just because of Duke's words and the blue storm flag fluttering behind him.

Twelve thousand orcs surrendered!

They had the most ferocious looks, muscles as strong as wild beasts, and weapons that were powerful enough to kill wild beasts, but they just surrendered like that?

"No! It's not like this! It shouldn't be like this..." A tall and burly figure in the alliance's military formation let out a puzzled sob.

He didn't cry when a hundred thousand orcs died in the fire.

He didn't cry when another hundred thousand was buried in the belly of a fish.

When huge failures struck again and again and hundreds of thousands of his compatriots died, he never cried.

Because he knew that no matter how many orcs died, they were still the orcs he knew.

That great and unruly race that, even in the most difficult environment, still stands tall between heaven and earth with its ferocity and bravery.

Now, more than ten thousand people bent their knees and lowered their heads as they had never lowered before before before fighting with the other side.

Is this still the orc I know?

Are these still the orcs who dare to launch a desperate charge against gronn and ogres who are countless times stronger than themselves?

Even though a thick iron chain pierced his scapula, his hands were tied behind his back by huge metal torture instruments, and he was locked tightly in a huge specially built prison car, Orgrim never showed the slightest emotion.

But at this moment, Orgrim let out a cry that sounded like a howl. He screamed in the Orc language with his heart broken.

"Stand up! Orcs!"

"Are you still great orcs!?"

"Aren't you afraid of being punished by your ancestors after you die?"

"Stand up! Orcs - you are definitely not slaves of alien races! Stand up - pick up your weapons and fight! It is better to die standing than to live on your knees!"

Every orc in the audience heard the cry of their former chief.

Some are in pain, some are hesitant, some are confused, but more are nervous and trembling.

Orgrim forgot that he was roaring as a prisoner. If he was still the free and noble chieftain half a month ago, even in the face of despair, every orc would continue to support him before a new chieftain emerged.

This is the iron rule that has been passed down by the orcs for thousands of years - either you use Mak'gora to defeat your chieftain and make yourself the law; or you obey everything, even if it means you die.

Now, even the Warchief has become a prisoner of the humans. What hope do we have for ourselves!?

Orgrim watched in despair as countless orcs looked up at him in shock, then lowered their heads even lower, completely, pressing their foreheads against the dry, hot, red earth like slaves.

"No——" Orgrim let out a high-pitched scream.

At this moment, he finally understood Duke's sinister intentions.

This seemingly frail young human, in his own way, severely knocked down the backbone of the Horde.

The spine is something like that! Once it's broken, you can never straighten your back again.

Duke was destroying the entire tribe in this way. Even if these people escaped from the Alliance's control, what would happen? They would only remember the fear that came from the Alliance and Duke. They would only be in constant fear and would never have the confidence and will to fight against the Alliance.

"No..." Orgrim collapsed weakly. "It's over. It's over! Everything is over."

Muttering to himself, at this most desperate moment, what Orgrim thought of was not himself, nor the current tribe, but the last hope in his heart.

Yes! Go'ell!

The bloodline of his best friend, Durotan, the former chieftain of the Frostwolf clan!

After he sent people back to the world on the other side of the Dark Portal, back to Nagrand, and asked the great shaman prophet, he learned about the last hope of the Horde.

At first, he didn't know what the prophet meant by 'the only hope of the Horde'. He just instinctively sent out the few Blademasters of the Burning Blade Clan to protect the son of his best friend.

Now, he knows.

It was ridiculous to pin his hopes on an orc baby who was less than two years old. Unfortunately, he found out helplessly that this was his only choice.

Only the Frostwolves and the Warsong clans, who are still wandering outside and have not been completely defeated and destroyed by the Alliance, are the soul and backbone of the new tribe in the future.

Orgrim's cry gradually subsided, and he carefully hid his hope. He didn't even dare to look Duke in the face, for he was afraid that this young and terrifying human who seemed to have anticipated everything would discover the last secret in his heart.

Behind him, Lothar breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand. Ten thousand Alliance soldiers rushed forward and began to control the orcs.

There is no war without sacrifice. Now that the overall situation has been decided, every additional Alliance soldier captured or brought back home means one more member of the family.

Anduin Lothar was a man who understood the importance of sacrifice and the propagation of his race.

Just when Lothar was about to suppress all the orcs, Duke waved his hand.

"How!?"

Duke said calmly: "I will plant an indelible fear in the hearts of these orcs. This is more effective than any shackles or torture."

"oh?"

Duke turned around and said to the most special 'king' in the Alliance, the Speaker of the Kirin Tor, whose silver-white hair and beard fluttered in the wind: "Master Antonidas, can you seal the Dark Portal now?"

Antonidas rode over on horseback. After dismounting, he used his magical sense to sense it carefully, then revealed a bitter expression.

"This... the power of the Dark Portal is too huge. I'm afraid something will happen to me alone."

Even though the Dark Portal was no longer in its high-energy state when it was fully equipped to transport troops from Draenor, after all, it was a thing created by two demigods. If things went wrong, a huge explosion would occur, and all living things within a radius of several kilometers would be instantly wiped out.

What Antonidas thought of was naturally Duke.

"Duke, remember that time in Alterac?" Antonidas said in a low voice.

What he was actually talking about was the huge ice tornado that destroyed hundreds of red dragons. That time was the first time the two of them worked together perfectly. In a sense, although Duke could not call on such a huge amount of magic power, Duke's ability to control magic power... even if Antonidas didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that Duke's control ability was better than his.

What Antonidas actually proposed was to let Duke lend a hand again.