Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

"drink!"

Orgrim's fighting power is indeed fierce. With his inherently strong physique, he can even smash the heavy wall of Nordrassil into the air with one blow.

However, the great chief was quickly found by the hunter who had been eyeing him for a long time. The sudden threat of death from behind made Orgrim instinctively look back.

"Shua!"

The sharp claws grazed Orgrim's chest, leaving five deep claw marks on the black gold plate armor.

"The response is pretty quick."

An eloquent black panther lashed Orgrim's legs with its whip-like tail. Enduring the pain, the great chief hurriedly stepped back a few steps to stabilize his center of gravity, and looked at the flexible black panther with a serious expression. .

"A talking animal?"

"Heh~" the black panther grinned, and the sharp canine teeth were still dripping bright red blood, "Are you the leader of the tribe?"

Orgrim took a deep breath, his legs were recovering quickly after being whipped, and he planned to delay for a while.

"Yes, I am Orgrim Doomhammer, the great chief of the tribe. Who are you?"

Reinera had a lot of combat experience, and she wasn't fooled by Orgrim's tactics.

"I am Leinera, the leader of the battle druids, the leader of the orcs, and your life is mine!"

While saying these words, the figure of the black panther gradually disappeared from the spot.

Orgrim frowned, 'Stealth? '

Although he had never fought a so-called druid, Orgrim knew something about thieves. He vigilantly ignored the chaotic sounds on the battlefield, and focused all his attention within five meters of him.

The sudden sound of wind behind him caused Orgrim to turn around as quickly as possible, and to strike out the Hammer of Doom in his hand with great force, but when his attack hit the enemy, the shadow of the black panther suddenly began to dissipate.

'Afterimage? not good! '

Knowing that he had been fooled, Orgrim subconsciously retracted the Doomhammer and blocked it in front of him.

"Crack!"

The piercing sound of sharp objects cutting through metal came from Doomhammer. Although he was retreated a distance by the opponent's attack force under the hasty defense, Orgrim finally successfully defended against Lenera's attack.

"Oh? Young man, your strength is good, and your intuition is also very keen."

Reinera stepped out of the shadows again, and Leopard reminded with a half-smile on his face, "However, your army is not so lucky."

Orgrim's face changed, and when he was on guard against the opponent's sneak attack, he observed the situation on the battlefield from the corner of his eye.

Colorful magic effects hit the tribe's position one after another, and a large number of orc warlocks who were supposed to block the enemy's magic attacks had long since disappeared.

‘Gul’dan is gone? And Zul'jin, those two little men who play with the wind! '

Orgrim is not Grom's kind of war madness who would rather lose the army than win the glory himself. His style of acting is more pragmatic.

Seeing that the tribe was clearly defeated due to the lack of spellcasters, Orgrim cursed the two traitors who fled the battle in his heart, while retreating to his own guard of the chief chief, dodging Lenera's continued pursuit.

"Retreat! Give up attacking Quel'Thalas and continue to attack Lordaeron!"

Orgrim gritted his teeth, resentment against Zul'jin in his heart.

'You are not benevolent and I am not righteous, Quel'Thalas is left to you to eat slowly! '

Although the Horde fell into a disadvantage in a very short time of fighting, Orgrim's retreat order was timely, and the retreating troops still maintained a relatively strict front line.

"Leinera, stop chasing me."

Shandris called back the unwilling druid friend.

"Cut~ Let them run fast."

Reinera strolled back to Shandris unhappy, and the elegant black panther rubbed its hairy neck against Shandris' absolute area between the leg armor and the skirt armor.

Shandris rolled her eyes angrily, "Don't make trouble, go and straighten out your troops, I don't know what's going on with Andrea."

...

When the tribe suffered a moderate defeat due to internal dissonance, Zul'jin also paid the price for his opportunistic behavior.

The Xiezhi troll originally hoped to use the tribe's military strength to reproduce the glory of the Amani Empire in the past, so as to expand the clan's sphere of influence.

But Zul'jin's villain's behavior of running away when the situation was not good made them disappointed. This escape will inevitably cause an irreparable rift in the cooperation between the tribe and the forest troll.

Fire Tree and Burnthorn, the two forest troll clans who first joined the tribe, still followed Orgrim steadfastly.

The Evil Tooth, Deadwood, Rotten Moss, and Evil Branch clans are very disdainful of Zul'jin who lacks a big picture and is obsessed with obsession.

If the forest trolls can work together with the orcs, even if they can't defeat the night elves in this battle, at least they can preserve and deepen the alliance between the two races, laying a solid foundation for further cooperation in the future.

However, Zuljin's behavior almost completely cut off this possibility. The chiefs of Xiezhi and other clans ignored Zuljin's retention and left Amani to return to their own territories.

"Hehe~ Chief Zul'jin, you are quite good at telling stories and inciting speeches, but you have a bad overall view and a personality that is ungrateful for profit... With all due respect, I am afraid that you are not suitable to be the leader of Amani."

"who?!"

The sarcasm coming from nowhere made the furious Zuljin even more annoyed. He turned his head and searched around, but he still couldn't find out where the other party was.

"Here, we are in your beloved capital."

This time Zul'jin finally caught the source of the other party's voice, but when he turned his head angrily, the scene in front of him made him so angry that he suddenly felt what it meant to be heartbroken.

Zul'Aman, which was already dilapidated, became even more dilapidated at this time, without the phantom concealment spell deliberately arranged by the enemy, and the billowing smoke in the city made the troll soldiers following Zul'jin very anxious.

Zul'jin was not stupid. Based on the scene in front of him, he quickly guessed the development of the situation.

The high elves stationed in Taquilin had long guessed that the Horde would go northward through the forest. Taking advantage of Zul'jin taking away the main force in Zul'Aman, they defeated the bluffing troops left by Orgrim by surprise, and then went all the way south to attack the defense. Empty Zul'Aman.

Just as the forest trolls have always hated the high elves, the high elves have been waiting for the opportunity to completely remove the fishbone stuck in their throats.

Although most of the territory of the Amani Forest is occupied by high elves, the existence of Zul'Aman has restrained too much energy of the high elves.

One of the reasons why Quel'Thalas couldn't get out of the forest was certainly due to population restrictions, but it was also because Amani had been dragging his feet in the forest.

The Prince Kael'thas that Zul'jin had seen once stood tall on the Amani city wall and looked down at him, and beside him stood two night elves, a man and a woman.

The Amani banner at the top of the city has long been cut down, replaced by the phoenix banner of Quel'Thalas.

"Surrender, Zul'jin!"

Kael'thas waved his hand, and a guard behind him threw two corpses from the city head one by one, and the head of one of the corpses had been removed from his neck.

"Ekilson, Maracas..."

Zul'jin closed his eyes in pain, as the two corpses destroyed the last faint hope in his heart.

The dream of revival of the Amani Empire was completely shattered.