Stormwind God

Correct! That's Duke Marcus!

Perhaps the head coach of the league is not him, and the leader is not him, but Duke's role in the league is definitely above those two.

If he is killed, he can certainly curb the offensive of the alliance.

Without this super-genius commander full of curious ideas, the Alliance is just a group of old-fashioned players who can fight conventional wars. Baron Gatton, the servant of Ragnaros, the king of flames, retreated. Before the retreat, the news from the flame was' Red Dragon Queen Alexastasa swears that unless the king of flames endangers world security, it will never be in the future. Invade the realm of the Fire Lord. '.

This made Orgrim see hope again.

Without Duke, Orgrim could stay at Blackrock Mountain. When he defended the Blackstone Fortress with a small number of tribes, he could free up his main force, counterattack Elwynn Forest, and drive the humans of the Stormwind Kingdom to the sea for the second time. As long as it stays in the winter, the tribe will be able to breathe, and at least half of the land on the southern continent can still deal with other tribal chiefs.

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is very skinny.

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

duel?

My dear, my magic circuit is now completely broken, and my fingers are tingling with muscles. Do you want me to fight a boss with an angry warrior?

That's really huh, huh.

Duke certainly didn't shake Orgrim.

The layout has been laid out, and behind him is Muradin * Bronze Beard holding two shields to cover Duke, and the front of the car and Magni, a fierce man, are holding two large axes in command. On the top of the tank, there are a total of six white flowers of the three sisters of Windrunner dangling around Duke (actually, they are shooting hard at the tribe).

If Duke suspends the charge and returns to a duel with Orgrim, it is Duke's brain damage.

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

The funny thing is, when he wanted to charge, the tank under Duke had already accelerated. Obviously, the tank driver was also driving without a license. He stormed along the way. Without knowing how many orcs he hit and flew, he still sprinted forty kilometers per hour.

This is an incredible speed for a steam tank. Of course, looking back at the boiler will burn something, that is another matter.

While Orgrim was stunned, Duke's tank was gone, and he took the tank regiment to the right wing that harmed the tribe, which was relatively complete.

Orgrim had no choice but to turn around, he looked desperately at everything in front of him.

The tribe was originally in a good situation, but now it has changed from a defeat to a fierce battle. In Orgrim's vision, the difficult front has become crisscross.

Although there were several shocks initiated by the chiefs and tribal veterans, they almost defeated the human front, but the strong resistance of human soldiers completely overthrew every tribal warrior's imagination of humanity since the war began. The right-wing orc's desperate assault successfully broke through a huge square matrix gap, but the Dalaran soldiers, who had always been unwilling to fight, unexpectedly burst out with the maximum bloodiness.

If it was before, they would cry and shout, and the orcs could chase them like ducks. It ’s quite different now. Human soldiers will quickly form a smaller circular array to continue to resist. Really not. They will use all methods to launch a counterattack against the orcs. The sword was broken and smashed with the shield. The shield was broken and the short sword was stabbed. When the short sword was gone, he would pick up the weapons of the dead robe, and couldn't pick it up.

The offense was resolved several times at the last minute, leaving the right-wing orc army to fight for a long time without any advancement. The battle progressed extremely fiercely, and the blood even dyed this dirty black land into bright red.

"Oh!" The Alliance's spear-shooter returned, and the courageous spear-shooter once again nearly killed behind the shield swordsman and threw a spear at the orc no more than twenty meters from the front.

"Woohoo!" The FFF group flamethrower group also came. Under the guidance of some experienced commanders, they abandoned the orcs who attacked the Blackrock clan and turned to the new tender green skins.

Orgrim gasped, but his heart was cold.

The sharp spears began to become dark, and the black earth began to add more orc blood, and the countless orcs waved their weapons and passed by their chiefs.

However, Orgrim soon heard his ears ringing, indeterminate whether it was a desperate scream or an angry shout. He seemed to want to stop the tribe from sliding down the abyss of failure, but he found that it was useless .

"Chieftain! Nothing! What must be done !?" Rexxar hacked an Alliance fighter with an axe, striding forward, and there were no beast pets beside him.

Orgrim stared at the orc who had helped Duke hit him in Grim Batol. Kashdrak died, and Rexxar relied on his blood from the ogre, with his strong body to support him. Now Rexa, who saved his life, is already his guard captain.

Orgrim laughed. "Yes, we have to do something."

The tribe that has been weakened repeatedly is like a broken wall, covering all light and all hope. That's right, the tribe's first slaughter policy was tombs dug by itself. Maybe it is okay to defeat the single Draenei race, but in the face of this broader, more multi-racial Azeroth, this is death.

Orgrim has been striving for change, and has come out of a way that will allow the tribe to survive and reproduce. In the obscurity, Orgrim seemed to see the light of the morning light through the dark wall, seeping through the hole in the decaying wall.

He wanted to see the scenery behind the wall, but before that, was he crushed to death under the wall that collapsed, or pushed down the wall, saw a more beautiful landscape, and welcomed a more perfect new life, he looked at himself The last hit.

Who! ?

Who else can help the tribe?

Suddenly, Orgrim saw a team of knights rushing into the battlefield.

Phnom Penh on a blue background, with a spear flag painted on the head of a lion, is so dazzling, Orgrim will never forget this flag-the gold lion flag of the storm kingdom.

Stormwind Kingdom, the first kingdom that the orcs conquered after they came to this world.

Now, it is precisely the counterattack from the kingdom that has lost its own capital that has put the tribe into despair. (To be continued.)