Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

As a rare strategist in the Horde, Orgrim has a clear understanding of the current situation.

The Horde is hopeless, and it is only a matter of time before the Alliance is completely defeated.

Looking out of the window of the Blackstone Mountain Fortress built by the Dark Iron Dwarves, Orgrim sighed softly.

'Guiel, I'm sorry that I can't fulfill my promise to teach you. I hope you can become a competent Frostwolf chieftain under Drek'Thar's training, and don't let the Frostwolf clan take the wrong path we have already proven . '

...

As Alterac's army arrived under the leadership of General Haas, Lothar finally issued a decisive battle order to the entire army.

The night elves and high elves hanging at the back watched the alliance charge with high morale. After lamenting the progress of mankind, they calmly launched long-range attack support.

Since there were Alliance soldiers at the front with flesh and blood, Andrea did not take out the arcane puppet that the night elves used to "show their ugly face".

The night elves imitated the appearance of the high elves, pretending that they could only fight from a distance, and provided high-quality long-range support for the soldiers of the Alliance who were charging ahead.

Like the kings of the alliance countries, Andrea also began to consider the follow-up development after the end of the war.

There are more than 100,000 orc soldiers in Blackrock Tower, and the number of hard workers is even more. How to deal with these orcs is a difficult problem that the alliance must solve.

'Because of the changes I caused, Terenas' prestige is not as good as that of the same period in history, will he still act according to his predetermined plan? '

Due to the survival of King Ryan, it is naturally impossible for Prince Varian to admire the kings of other countries like his father.

Although Varian has established a good friendship with Alsace, who is similar in age, the relationship between the two parties is only maintained on the normal exchanges between the princes of the two countries, unlike the original history under the subtle influence of Terenas, Treat Alsace as his own brother.

The existence of the Kingdom of Sirud has undoubtedly weakened the authority of Lordaeron. To this day, Terenas still regards this neighboring country where a woman is the king as a thorn in his flesh.

However, due to the wild style developed by the ancestors in the extreme climate of Northrend, the kingdom of Sheld is stronger than Lordaeron in terms of fighting will and individual combat effectiveness.

If it weren't for Lordaeron's strong national strength to have more troops, and the Sheldren's absolutely unconvincing temper, Terenas might not be able to sleep peacefully at night.

"oh oh!!"

The sudden drum noise on the battlefield interrupted Andrea's thoughts. An orc in black plate armor held a square hammer in one hand, and under the desperate escort of a large number of orcs, he went straight to the center where Lothar was. .

Seeing the very familiar Doomhammer in the opponent's hand, Andrea frowned, "Orgrim?"

Anduin Lothar's age is not young, compared with Orgrim who is in his prime, he has entered his twilight years.

But the warrior's soul in Lothar's heart did not decline with age. Seeing Orgrim clearly coming straight to him, Lothar understood the other party's thoughts at once.

Turayang stood in front of Lothar with two swords in his hands, "Marshal! Leave this guy to me to deal with, please withdraw one after another!"

"Need not."

Lothar pulled out the great royal sword from his waist, his eyes full of burning fighting spirit.

"The tribe is powerless to turn the tables. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose this battle. Since his target is me, let me fight and give the tribe a final fatal blow."

"But……"

"Okay, Tulayan, you step back first."

Lothar took a deep breath. As he grew older, he could feel his body functioning rapidly aging. This battle was likely to be the last time he went to the battlefield in person in his life.

‘I hope that I can end my career on the battlefield without regrets. In the future, I’m afraid I can only sit in the back and command. '

Andrea pouted when he saw Lothar's stubborn behavior from a distance, "Sure enough, people will become stubborn when they get old, and even Lothar can't avoid this vicious circle."

Seres asked with some concern, "Is it really okay? In case Marshal Lothar is defeated on the battlefield, the morale of the tribe will definitely be high, and then..."

"Oh~"

Andrea pointed to Turayang, who took over the command before the battle, "Do you think Lothar will not be prepared for this situation? The disciple Turayang he personally taught has matured rapidly in this war, and he is already able to take charge of his own. "

"Besides, the tribe is indeed weakened to the extreme. He believes that even if he is unfortunately defeated, Turalyon can lead the alliance army to win the final victory. It is better to obey his own heart and be willful for the last time."

"but……"

Andrea smiled and touched his chin, "He didn't die that easily, let's just wait and see."

...

"drink!"

Under the cover of countless orcs, Orgrim finally rushed in front of Lothar. With the momentum of the impact, he jumped high with the skill of heroic leap, holding the Hammer of Doom with both hands and smashed heavily at Lothar.

In this battle, Lothar did not hold the shield as usual. Under Orgrim's fierce momentum, Lothar moved sideways flexibly and slashed from the side while avoiding Orgrim's attack. to each other.

"clang!"

The hasty attack was insufficient, and was blocked by the plate armor on Orgrim's body. A deep sword mark was left on the side of the breastplate. After landing, Orgrim reached out and touched the plate armor. With scars, his face became more serious.

"Human commander, you are very strong, but the victory in this battle will belong to me!"

"Roar!"

The strong thigh muscles under Orgrim's leg armor suddenly burst out with great strength, and he charged in front of Lothar almost in the blink of an eye.

"bump!"

The warhammer and the giant sword collided with each other, making a dull metal collision sound. The old and frail Lothar was not as powerful as Orgrim, and was forced to take three steps back by the wild strength of the great chief.

However, after this blow, Lothar basically grasped Orgrim's power, and used his ingenuity to bounce Orgrim's war hammer away. The two-handed giant sword in Lothar's hand was like a dexterous dagger at a tricky angle Graham has multiple bodies.

The orcs, who have always been coming and going, have never seen this way of using weapons. Orgrim was a little flustered, picking left and right, and was attacked for several times before he barely adapted to the opponent's technical fighting style.

A round of attack consumed a lot of Lothar's physical strength. Although it was a pity that he failed to take down the enemy in one fell swoop, Lothar could only withdraw the offensive temporarily. The two sides separated a certain distance and re-entered a state of confrontation.

'I'm old...'

Lothar sighed softly in his heart. If he was ten years younger, he would be sure to kill Orgrim completely in the round of attack just now. Unfortunately, time is not forgiving after all, and his body functions began to fail to keep up with him thought out.

"Huh~"

Orgrim let out a long breath, the thrilling defense just now made him a little terrified.

For a moment, he thought that he was going to be dragged down by the opponent's combo of attacks like a gust of wind and waves, but at the last critical moment, the enemy suddenly withdrew their offensive.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Orgrim's heart, 'Is the body unable to keep up? This is my chance. '

According to the customs of the orcs, most warriors will take the initiative to go to the battlefield when they are about to grow old, so that they can die in a glorious battle instead of dying in a hospital bed, so there are very few old warriors among the orcs.

The customs of humans and orcs are different. Even if the old Lothar cannot go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, with his experience in commanding the army, he is still an indispensable pillar of the alliance.

Under Turalyon's excellent command art, the tribe's defeat was obvious, but at this time Turalyon was very worried looking at the center of the battle circle.

"marshal……"